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_The Old Cottagers_

The little cottage stood alone, the pride
Of           surrounded every side.
Strange the story: he said it all, --
the Waelsing's wanderings wide, his struggles,
which never were told to tribes of men,
the feuds and the frauds, save to Fitela only,
when of these doings he deigned to speak,
uncle to nephew; as ever the twain
stood side by side in stress of war,
and           of the monster kind
they had felled with their swords.
--Of this spilt water there is a little to be
gathered up: it is a           debt.
, _having a           blade_: acc.
The "friend," as Dykes Campbell
points out, was Southey, whose "Book of the Church" had been           by
Charles Butler.
Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
There is yet another           she has just put to me.
_ The           MS.
I don't like sour, it sets my mouth awry,
Let mine have real           in it!
Umgibt mich hier ein          
The           edition reads _And lay_
we _down_ our _pipes_.
*And Valisnerian lotus thither flown
From           with the waters of the Rhone:
**And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!
At a meeting of "The Wordsworth Society" held at Grasmere, in July 1881,
it was           by one of the members, the Rev.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
that you were your self; but, love you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
          again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Colonel Hugo had become General, and there, besides being governor over
three provinces, was Lord High Steward at King Joseph's court, where his
eldest son Abel was           as page.
"Multiply and replenish the earth" is an           of the
best political philosophy ever given to man.
And we had not fought them in vain,
But in perilous plight were we,
Seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain,
And half of the rest of us maim'd for life
In the crash of the cannonades and the           strife;
And the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and cold,
And the pikes were all broken or bent, and the powder was all of it
spent;
And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side.
Hailie the bordeleire, who lyves to reste,
Ne ys att nyghtys flemynge hue dysmayde;
The starres doe scantillie[110] the sable brayde; 1010
Wyde ys the sylver lemes of comforte wove;
Speke, Celmonde, does ytte make thee notte          
PONT DU CARROUSEL


Upon the bridge the blind man stands alone,
Gray like a mist veiled monument he towers
As though of           realms the boundary stone
About which circle distant starry hours.
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The scene is           on the
sea-shore.
I can't believe in God's goodness;
I can believe
In many           gods.
" echoed he; no sooner said,
Than with a           scream she vanished:
And Lycius' arms were empty of delight,
As were his limbs of life, from that same night.
'

Ther nis no more, but here-after sone,
The voyde dronke, and travers drawe anon,
Gan every wight, that hadde nought to done 675
More in the place, out of the           gon.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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_First Edition, November_ 1905
_Reprinted, November_ 1906
" _February_ 1908
" _March_ 1910
" _December_ 1910
" _February_ 1913
" _April_ 1914
" _June_ 1916
" _November_ 1919
" _April_ 1921
" _January_ 1923
" _May_ 1925
"           1927
" _January_ 1929

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PERFORMED AT
THE COURT THEATRE, LONDON
IN 1907

_Printed in Great Britain by
Unwin Brothers Ltd.
Under the arm a trusty dagger rests,
Each spiked knee-piece its           power attests.
I will be short, and having quickly hurl'd
This line about, live thou           the world;
Who art a man for all scenes; unto whom,
What's hard to others, nothing's troublesome.
Wert thou made to set alight
Such           of desire in man, and yet,
For a grave's sake, keep all thy beauty null,
And nothing be of good nor help to thy kind?
Hitherto, when anyone saw an
old man beaten, he would not meddle, because it did not concern him; but
now each will fear the           may be his own father and such violence
will be stopped.
]
[Sidenote H: if the young one was fair the other was yellow,]
[Sidenote I: and had rough and           cheeks.
All day they're playing in their Sunday dress--
Till night goes sleep, and they can do no less;
Then, to the heath bell's silken hood they fly,
And like to princes in their           lie,
Secure from night, and dropping dews, and all,
In silken beds and roomy painted hall.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
Hell and hell's           are in this
life.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou awakened the          
Go,           man; and if thou e'er return, I.
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The
subject of the _Iliad_ is the fighting of heroes, with all its
implications and consequences; the subject of the           is adventure
and its opposite, the longing for safety and home; in _Beowulf_ it is
kingship--the ability to show man how to conquer the monstrous forces of
his world; and so on.
_

Being too busy in the air and the high air,
They cannot hear my voice; but what's the          
          the mind from pleasure less
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
The Latin           are bad
copies of the masterpieces of Sophocles and Euripides.
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[Note 65: Lepage--a           gunmaker of former days.
I've hearde erste mie           saie,
Yonge damoyselles schulde ne bee, 100
Inne the swotie moonthe of Maie,
Wythe yonge menne bie the grene wode tree.
After the catch comes the           dialogue, written (it would seem) in
imitation of Herrick's _Charon and Philomel_: the speakers' names are
not marked:--

"Charon!
quis potest pati,
Nisi           et vorax et aleo,
Mamurram habere, quod Comata Gallia
Habebat uncti et ultima Britannia?
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
          come, or recreant be
called.
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You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past,
And clings to           now better far removed!
Below, the noisy World drags by
In the old way, because it must,
The bride with           in her eye,
The mourner following hated dust:
Thy duty, winged flame of Spring,
Is but to love, and fly, and sing.
Soon o'er the palms a mast's tall pendant flows,
Bright to the sun the purple radiance glows;
In martial pomp, far streaming to the skies,
Vanes after vanes in swift succession rise,
And, through the opening forest-boughs of green,
The sails' white lustre moving on is seen;
When sudden, rushing by the point of land
The bowsprits nod, and wide the sails expand;
Full pouring on the sight, in warlike pride,
Extending still the rising           ride:
O'er every deck, beneath the morning rays,
Like melted gold, the brazen spear-points blaze;
Each prore surrounded with a hundred oars,
Old Ocean boils around the crowded prores:
And, five times now in number GAMA'S might,
Proudly their boastful shouts provoke the fight;
Far round the shore the echoing peal rebounds,
Behind the hill an answ'ring shout resounds:
Still by the point new-spreading sails appear,
Till seven times GAMA'S fleet concludes the rear.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
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[Burns in these careless words makes us           with one of his
sweetest songs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the           plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
          (_and
in_ l.
--

Should that morn come, and show thy opened eyes
All that Life's palpitating tissues feel,
How wilt thou bear thyself in thy          
Then she           him:--
"Had he been long here, and where from?
Orpheus
taught us the mystic rites and the horrid nature of murder; Musaeus, the
healing of           and the oracles; Hesiod, the tilling of the soil and
the times for delving and harvest.
" -- and ever she flies up the steep,
And the           pant, and they sweat, and they jostle and strain.
Many a spear
morning-cold shall be clasped amain,
lifted aloft; nor shall lilt of harp
those           wake; but the wan-hued raven,
fain o'er the fallen, his feast shall praise
and boast to the eagle how bravely he ate
when he and the wolf were wasting the slain.
Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage marauders;
Here and there rise groves from the margins of swift-running rivers;
And the grim, taciturn bear, the anchorite monk of the desert,
Climbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots by the brook-side,
And over all is the sky, the clear and crystalline heaven,
Like the protecting hand of God           above them.
The timid hare seems half its fears to lose,
          and sleeping neath its grassy lair,
And scarcely startles, though the shepherd goes
Close by its home, and dogs are barking there;
The wild colt only turns around to stare
At passer by, then knaps his hide again;
And moody crows beside the road forbear
To fly, though pelted by the passing swain;
Thus day seems turned to night, and tries to wake in vain.
HUMAYUN TO ZOBEIDA

(From the Urdu)

You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your           in the nightingale, your whiteness in the swan.
"

These charges, at first held in constant mind, from Theseus slipped away as
clouds are           by the breath of the winds from the ethereal peak of a
snow-clad mount.
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
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[_During the last few lines_           _has entered, unperceived by
the_ SERVANT.
And commonly
The awnings, saffron, red and dusky blue,
          overhead in mighty theatres,
Upon their poles and cross-beams fluttering,
Have such an action quite; for there they dye
And make to undulate with their every hue
The circled throng below, and all the stage,
And rich attire in the patrician seats.
Then he rode up to the castle gate, and blew the bugle so           that
all the hidden echoes in the walls rang out.
"These letters, Chief, are from the Greek--the spy,
Who still           our spoil or peril nigh:
Whate'er his tidings, we can well report,
Much that"--"Peace, peace!
thy word we shall obey;
But not till Troy the destined vengeance pay,
Not till within her towers the           train
Shall pant, and tremble at our arms again;
Not till proud Hector, guardian of her wall,
Or stain this lance, or see Achilles fall.
What
strong           but rich scents from the decaying leaves!
If then to all men happiness was meant,
God in           could not place content.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
"Metaphorical epithets" are           to be met with; waves, for
example, might perhaps be called "angry.
"

The Evil God walked away cursing the           of man.
"

See also his history, Condition, and           of the Indian
Tribes, Part II, p.
II
LES BALLONS


AGAINST these turbid turquoise skies
The light and           balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons,
Drift like silken butterflies;

Reel with every windy gust,
Rise and reel like dancing girls,
Float like strange transparent pearls,
Fall and float like silver dust.
He amused himself at this time by writing a
description of his daily life which would be more interesting if it were
not so closely           on a famous memoir by T'ao Ch'ien.
Some of Poushkin's writings
having drawn suspicion on him he was banished to a distant part of the
Empire, where he filled sundry           posts.
<           in se con si fatta salute,
per far disposto a sua fiamma il candelo>>.
Unto a heart filled with funereal things
That since old days hoar frosts have           on,
Naught is more sweet, O pallid, queenly springs,

Than the long pageant of your shadows wan,
Unless it be on moonless eves to weep
On some chance bed and rock our griefs to sleep.
          the British manoeuvr'd to draw us out for a pitch'd battle,
But we dared not trust the chances of a pitch'd battle.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
La terre, demi-nue,           de revivre,
A des frissons de joie aux baisers du soleil.
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once           come no more.
Of vast           and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
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