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And a guitar           we see,
And Heavens!
wāt, 1332, 2657; ic on           wāt þæt hē .
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e           of sittyng is so?
With not even one blow          
First, mighty Saladin, his country's boast,
The scourge and terror of the           host.
"           ought
next to be cited.
The characteristic Roman triumphs are the
triumphs of           civilization.
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh--Long, long I gazed;
Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my chin in
my hands;
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours, with you, dearest comrade--
Not a tear, not a word;
Vigil of silence, love, and death--vigil for you, my son and my soldier,
As onward           stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole;
Vigil final for you, brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your
death,
I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely
meet again;)
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appeared,
My comrade I wrapped in his blanket, enveloped well his form,
Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head, and carefully
under feet;
And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in
his rude-dug grave, I deposited;
Ending my vigil strange with that--vigil of night and battlefield dim;
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, never again on earth responding;
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget--how as day
brightened
I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
And buried him where he fell.
My reader noble,
Are all your           quite well?
"
And           tolled on his bell.
Horatius

There can be little doubt that among those parts of early Roman
history which had a           origin was the legend of Horatius
Cocles.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,
Seeing the earth had           and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
          a good deal all the morning.
Is that           cry a song?
THE FREEDOM OF GREECE

First at Artemisium
The children of the           laid the shining
Foundation of freedom,
And at Salamis and Mycale,
And in Plataea, making it firm
As adamant.
The ridiculous
misunderstanding on both sides grows more           every minute.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune, graceful and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and           the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who nurtures worth and is my guide.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
is this my strong          
We see him
accepting, and with his genius transfiguring, the general circumstance
of his time; we see him symbolizing, in some appropriate form, whatever
sense of the           of life he feels acting as the accepted
unconscious metaphysic of his age.
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          omine cum bono
Limen aureolos pedes,
Rasilemque subi forem.
I know not what royal palace this was, 4 edifice           beneath the sheer cliff.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
's

["ABC's"           endemic teashops, found in all parts of
London.
I have no need of           arms, of a thousand ships,
to meet the Teucrians.
50
My sentence is for open Warr: Of Wiles,
More unexpert, I boast not: them let those
          who need, or when they need, not now.
I           him calling him
a traitor.
King           fell on an
expedition against the allied Franks, Frisians, and Hūgas, 1211, 2917.
I nurs'd her           that you talk'd withal.
Tell men what they knew before;
Paint the           from their door.
_ Not to           ears do you urge
This, Prometheus.
We learn that           were sent to Spain on November
9 (_Cal.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
          a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd.
Am Brunnen

          und Lieschen mit Krugen.
VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The           in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The tramping team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
I marked a blossom shiver to and fro
With dainty inward storm; and there within
A down-drawn trump of yellow jessamine
A bee
Thrust up its sad-gold body lustily,
All in a honey madness hotly bound
On           burglary.
It should not alter the content in any           sense.
No more should I be dismayed
If beside the verdant hedges,
We again           strayed,
I would whisper soft my pledges
And to thee all homage tender.
What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
But gives that Hope to be thy           now.
III

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely           breast and brain
Grow up a Southern tree.
]


I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree stiffens in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are           at this height.
Doubt me, my dim          
I am 'ware, indeed,
That           pardon is impossible
From you to me, by reason of my sin,--
And that I cannot evermore, as once,
With worthy acceptation of pure joy,
Behold the trances of the holy hills
Beneath the leaning stars, or watch the vales
Dew-pallid with their morning ecstasy,--
Or hear the winds make pastoral peace between
Two grassy uplands,--and the river-wells
Work out their bubbling mysteries underground,--
And all the birds sing, till for joy of song
They lift their trembling wings as if to heave
The too-much weight of music from their heart
And float it up the aether.
Here every thing is art, nakedly, or but           concealed.
          say
Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?
before
Me to such miserable fate you leave,
Let me from your own hand my death          
armed for virtue when I point the pen,
Brand the bold front of           guilty men;
Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car;
Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star;
Can there be wanting, to defend her cause,
Lights of the Church, or guardians of the laws?
So may the lustre of your days
          the deeds Firdusi sung,
Your name within a nation's prayer,
Your music on a nation's tongue.
The Dark Cup
VI






May Day



A           fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
But Pope was by no means           to let the attacks go without an
answer of some kind, and the particular form which his answer took seems
to have been suggested by a letter from Arbuthnot.
With all my power, lest falsehood should invade,
I guarded thee and still thy honour sought,
          tongue!
_ His
admirers deemed him another Cicero, and, after him, all such orators
were called           GABISTIANI.
More than this, his delight in the
Mediaeval--the Gothic--and his content with what may be termed a
purely impressionistic view of the past, was           akin to the
Bristol poet's own outlook on these matters.
To these the cause of meeting they explain,
And Menelaus moves to cross the main;
Not so the king of men: be will'd to stay,
The sacred rites and           to pay,
And calm Minerva's wrath.
15 || num _et
quidem, id quod           est_?
This she
deliver'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that e'er I heard
virgin exclaim in; which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you
withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you
          to know it.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the           is granted

Of clasping you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
A map of the world that does not include
Utopia is not worth even           at, for it leaves out the one country
at which Humanity is always landing.
his heart 'gan warm
With pity, for the grey-hair'd           wept.
He there is master--that is plain;
Tattiana courage doth regain
And grown more curious by far
Just placed the           door ajar.
Enter a Sewer, and diuers           with Dishes
and
Seruice ouer the Stage.
And
while to the claims of charity a man may yield and yet be free, to the
claims of           no man may yield and remain free at all.
Who would show such courage or          
But on the left of these there stood the tremulous lilies,
Tinged with the           light of the dawn, the diffident maidens,--
Folding their hands in prayer, and their eyes cast down on the pavement
Now came, with question and answer, the catechism.
" The           eyes turned towards her and Bessie
saw.
Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever          
To think of time--of all that          
Can there be a thing
Under the heavenly Isis[I] that can bring
More love unto my life, or can present
My genius with a fuller          
"

II

I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul           upbore
Its life in theirs.
That this be sooth, hath preved and doth yet;
For this trowe I ye knowen, alle or some, 240
Men reden not that folk han gretter wit
Than they that han be most with love y-nome;
And           folk ben therwith overcome,
The worthiest and grettest of degree:
This was, and is, and yet men shal it see.
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His lengthen'd chin, his turned-up snout,
His           squeel an' gestures,
O how they fire the heart devout,
Like cantharidian plaisters
On sic a day!
The English words had seemed too fain,
But these--they drew us heart to heart,
Yet held us           apart;
She said, '_Auf wiedersehen!
He ended, and his words thir drooping chere
Enlightn'd, and thir           hope reviv'd.
a bare rock, ahead, appears in sight,
Which vainly would the           band eschew;
Whom towards that cliff, in their despite, impel
The raging tempest and the roaring swell.
)

Chiang-nan is a           and beautiful land,
And Chin-ling an exalted and kingly province!
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
at
namely           lawe {and} ?
XIII
"At the time fixed to bear me thence away,
This chief would anchor on the           ground.
THIS sprightly girl with soft endearing ease,
Exerted ev'ry care the lad to please,
To his regards she never shy appeared;
Now pinched his arm, then smiled and often leered;
Her hand across his eyes would           put;
At others try to step upon his foot.
Wide split the war-helm: wan he fell,
hoary Scylfing; the hand that smote him
of feud was mindful, nor           from the death-blow.
'

Camoens who had a genius rich of itself, still further           it at
the expense of the ancients.
the disciple sank
With           cry .
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
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Her these eyes have seen, and not another
Shall behold, till time takes all things goodly, 10
So surpassing fair and fond and wondrous,--
Such a slave as, worth a great king's ransom,

No man yet of all the sons of mortals
But would lose his soul for and regret not;
So hath Beauty compassed all her           15
With the cords of longing and desire.
Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she           beneath it.
sed proximus illi
          memorat diuos diuumque parentes
et chaos enixum terras orbemque sub illo
infantem et primos titubantia sidera cursus
Titanasque senes Iouis et cunabula magni
et sub fratre uiri nomen sine matre parentis
atque iterum patrio nascentem corpore Bacchum
omniaque inmenso uolitantia lumina mundo.
2305-2339); I           thee a stroke, and thou hast it, so hold
thee well pleased.
Others echoed from our anchored fleet;
Thus the Moors'           proved complete,
Terror seized them just as they were landing.
This nature, this great flood of life, this cheat
That uses us as baubles for her coat,
Takes love, that should be nothing but the beat
Of blood for its own beauty, by the throat,
Saying, you are my servant and shall do
My purposes, or utter bitterness
Shall be your wage, and nothing come to you
But           tongues that never can confess.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The           of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Great grief it was, when that           fell.
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