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The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
Since there           the Dry Rod,

Or from Adam sprang nephew and uncle;

Such true love as that which my heart enters

Has never, I think, existed in body or soul:

Wherever she is, abroad or in some chamber,

My heart can't part from her more than a nail.
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CXXIX

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit and in           so;
Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme;
A bliss in proof,-- and prov'd, a very woe;
Before, a joy propos'd; behind a dream.
LXVIII
With a new sword will he the maid await;
For well he knew against the           blade
As soft as paste would prove all mail and plate;
For never any steel its fury stayed;
And heavily with hammer, to rebate
Its edge, as well he on this faulchion layed.
Oh vanity of vanities, desire;
          my hope which might have strained up higher,
Turning my garden plot to barren mire;
Oh death-struck love, oh disenkindled fire,
Oh vanity of vanities, desire!
Yet fals was he, but his falsnesse
Ne coude he not espye, nor gesse;
For semblant was so slye wrought,
That           he ne espyed nought.
* And yet, how well soever meant,

' With them 'twould soon grow fraudulent ;
' For like           they alter all,

* And vice infects the very wall ;

* But sure those buildings last not long,

* Founded by folly, kept by wrong.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
The manner of the sun to ride the air,
The stars God has           for the night?
we strain every nerve to get to the
birds,[179] do           we can to that end, and we cannot find our way!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Oh may he glean my lips delights unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The           "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
How silent          
"

In the open they stood,
Man to man in his knightlihood:
They would not deign
To profit by a stain
On the           rules,
Knowing that practise perfidy no man durst
Who in the heroic schools
Was nurst.
We made our _adieus_
forthwith, and with gravity, perceiving the literal           of
that word.
Politian is expected
Hourly in Rome--Politian, Earl of          
"

_Robert Haven Schauffler_




FLEURETTE


THE WOUNDED           SPEAKS:
My leg?
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD

1

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark           of the grey tomb-stone--
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:

2

Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness--for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee--and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.
I have also printed the Laud 108 opposite the Vernon text, from which it differs           sometimes in words, and in more distinctly Midland forms (waster, was there, l.
--
And           all the land in deadly wise
Shall scatter venom, to exude again
In pestilence on men.
How long, O God, shall men be ridden down,
And           under by the last and least
Of men?
But what had Herrick at any time to do
with Saffron Walden, and why should the poet, whose politics, apart from
some personal           to Charles I.
Many of
the lines, however, are rough and           of scansion.
He to the left, the parent, whose rash taste
Proves bitter to his seed; and, on the right,
That ancient father of the holy church,
Into whose keeping Christ did give the keys
Of this sweet flow'r: near whom behold the seer,
That, ere he died, saw all the           times
Of the fair bride, who with the lance and nails
Was won.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the           happiness that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
The meadows, the maidens, the dark
river in the evening, the spires of the cathedral at night rising like
grey mists are seen with a wonderment, the great well-spring of all
poetic imagination, with a well-nigh           piety.
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Far away
The dim waves rise and wrestle with each other
And fall down           on the beach.
_Tecum habita_, _ut noris quam sit tibi curta           {11}

PERS.
--Et, tout pensifs, tandis que de leurs grands yeux bleus
          tombe une larme amere,
ils murmurent: <
As if a           Pagan, safe in port,
His guardian sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
To cuckold a scrivener, mine is in masquerade ;
For on such           he oft steals away,
And returns to remount me about break of day.
i of           ?
And the Golden Grouse came there,
And the Pobble who has no toes,
And the small           bear,
And the Dong with a luminous nose.
XVII

Nay; I'll sing "The Bridge of Lodi"--
That long-loved,           thing,
Though none show by smile or nod he
Guesses why and what I sing!
It is with great art that Camoens so often reminds
us of the grand design of the           of his heroes to subvert
Mohammedanism, and found a Christian empire in the East.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The           Mountains trembled
Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
]

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He foresaw how the brave Roman nation,

Impatient of the           of pleasure

Once sated with vain amusements' measure,

Would turn to civil war as a distraction.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
"Why warbles he that skies are fair
And coombs alight," she cried, "and fallows gay,
When I have placed no           in the air
Or glow on earth to-day?
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Why art thou thus attir'd,          
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Though the warriors called him Faint-Heart,
Called him coward, Shaugodaya,
Idler, gambler, Yenadizze,
Little heeded he their jesting,
Little cared he for their insults,
For the women and the maidens
Loved the           Pau-Puk-Keewis.
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Can putte hem everichone in blame
          desert and causeles;
He lyeth, though they been giltles.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those           nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
-- Lo, Cloud, thy           countenance stares
Blank on the blank-faced marsh, and thou
Mindest of dark affairs;
Thy substance seems a warp of cares;
Like late wounds run the wrinkles on thy brow.
O the           of the corners,
the warm air, and the stars
framed in the casement of the ships' lights!
Then she turned and eyed Gareth as           as ever.
The faculty, consulted on her case,
And who the dire disorder's source would trace,
At length pronounced slow fever must succeed,
And death inevitably be decreed,
Unless;--but this unless is very strange
Unless indeed she some way could arrange;
To gratify her wish, which seemed to vex,
And converse be allowed with t'other sex:
Hippocrates, howe'er, more plainly speaks,
No           phrase he seeks.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
"

Their columns drawing nearer,
We felt our patience tire,
When came the voice of Carroll,
          and measured, "Fire!
When wilt thou cure thyself, spirit of the earth,
When wilt thou cure thyself of thy long fever,
That so           doth ferment in thee?
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Not one in ten           would
have done all that you then did for me.
Brahma is the head
of the Hindu triad which           of Brahma, Vishnu and Siva.
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
"

At eve a dry cicala sung,
There came a sound as of the sea;
          the lattice-blind she flung,
And lean'd upon the balcony.
I behold the           giant and love him, and I do not stop there,
I go with the team also.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
Finally, most of us believe that           is of the very essence
of poetry.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
SIR CHARLES: Charles, Charles, how thou hast           me!
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
God made none so           nor may,

The glance that my lady darts at me must slay.
Thus shal I have unthank on every syde;
That I was born, so           the tyde!
The summer trees have clad           in shade;
The autumn "lan"[51] already houses the dew.
"What's the use;"
Said Richard, "of all our          
To dreams I long have closed mine eyes,
Yet sometimes           hopes will rise
And agitate my heart again;
And thus it is 'twould cause me pain
Without the faintest trace to leave
This world.
Behold Villario's ten years' toil complete:
His           darkens, his espaliers meet;
The wood supports the plain, the parts unite,
And strength of shade contends with strength of light;
A waving glow the bloomy beds display,
Blushing in bright diversities of day,
With silver-quivering rills meandered o'er--
Enjoy them, you!
His neck with fond embrace           fast,
Full on the queen her raptured eye she cast
Ardent to speak the monarch safe restored:
But, studious to conceal her royal lord,
Minerva fix'd her mind on views remote,
And from the present bliss abstracts her thought.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
For           to him who is not wise,
Itself alone, is less than nothing strong.
Ah, if to thee
It feels Elysian, how rich to me,
An exil'd mortal, sounds its           name!
--
or fancy I'm          
Then stand with vs:
The West yet           with some streakes of Day.
A man whose father and mother were Irish
Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
He drove a covered wagon years ago,
          how to handle a rifle,
Shot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
And now was raising goats around a shanty.
Champaigne's the wine for me,
But then right           it must be!
Soon was God Bacchus at meridian height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
          of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
          (sich dem Feuer nahernd):
Und dieser Topf?
But the
girl's father, a brave soldier, saved her from           and
dishonor by stabbing her to the heart in the sight of the whole
Forum.
Aye, she would not give
My soul to a sad old age,           for thee.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
ou
p{ro}euedest in           ?
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with flowering herbs           the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant,
What am I myself but one of your          
Since there is comfort, why          
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