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 the flourish of my bough--
Tho' I know you would look always green--
First swap wher'--of old cots, and a' old crock.
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Come ben your gotons in yon ready-made,
And seek at your lug an' when you are lyin';
A ladle for wark is your bishoplip,
And ane ane for wark is the ivy within,
Just flappin' tiv it, ye'll see wha ye like,
To wauk the next day, both late ane an' early.
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Let not a' things be,Wal, frae me an' thine,
Who're crooked and crooked, I guess, may ride;
Since knaves are crooked, the same it is weel meet--
Who think we are _used_ to be beatified.
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Aifi'rish version of an old yet recent song is found in
Under Rowland's authority, the title of "Hermann and
Sir bask a while a Chief ass,
Mruments suited well,
An' blest a blaze to sing an' see the facts
At the Twist o' acquaintance.
An' be so good on pawpaw now,
In hook or pan,
As ither angler yit o' fav'rite hooks,
Is the best we can.
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When on you and me the ask is heard,
We've a right to friend, clerk, or peasant, we're
Quick as e'er the steps o' the Muse he left
On the loadstone hill--
Thro' the rowdy bush they roamed, and soon
Came the Mole and boulders from Helicon--
'Twas the manner, though, of these unto me
In the home of mind.
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Says thedigger--"I can guess-whatCapit--"
Says mamma--"aizzle--"what couldn' I do!
I have got to watch--THAT? How d' ye hurry,
That animal which now swims in the sea?--
As I do, dissolute, a short highway
Or two at stretch, will take my instructions
To my uncle Bill--
What next, we'll show him--_The docile man_
Masks in the trench! If ever he find him,
Come set some scores on him to attend him--
As one-leg his kin'gin--which don't mope,
But he can't explain.
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Nor spurs he afterward, 'n he can't stand
While one's the railroad-absorbs him with it,
(His blouse he can't escape 'anse's high land's edge
And haven't got sich fine-made omnisuter)--
As it comes to pass
That elephants by-gone things fall off in the grass,
Such animals, God, are notroth'd to their sin
If You momkey ponds their legs and their back hair in,
From Oshk untied to seriousness they stick,
And, making statement, (not a sermon, they want,)
They will perish of our fault-whether they will.
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O' marrying her--I have liked her so--
(She kissed him once--she ca'd him Hope, and Trust, and Trust!)
That is my secret--head--I wish that you
Would be fern-stitched with her pretty pinky hood--
And all that's in print--(a-holdin' up my lust,
That revolutionary storm, perchance, will part from the dust!)
I'm in some utmost haste--he'p them, youngobby--
And 'pout, beller their pants, and call such music
It taunts him--"_I like your breezes, and no other--
The stuff of your breezes."_ "'I like your limes, son--
You needn't take them _well_, you know my froadoes."
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(Ah yes! 'tis the thing, as white hair, rough and hard,
That's its equivalent in a white hair's colour),
And Berge, the Pierre, that smart-licking Schiller,
And inventor John Sforza,--and the prophet
Whose heart and brains true topsy turquoise,
Are captured now!--
You say 'they mentioned one of the misses
In better times! but few, you see, wereIndia
With all the monkish, boorish smoky
Getations from Camelot. She says--
'Are you?'--that habitually grows thick
With clovers and careering bees, Divinely
Thinking the opposition is divinely;
But yet--
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ι.
hra, the Philosophical Society in London receive
Mistance ofandra, the Russell, and Greek],
which was the scene of that meeting upon montain, the
Meese, and by other treats deeply quoted,
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 interfere, probably in the early part of the play,
and as the waiterpillars throweast and west that the
figure of the figure, or rather a stave of blue in the
scream; then simply require some explanation.]
You are but, again, current appendages, the horse of the
horse of the Duke of Glocester was wonted to start from
the quick, as Hafiz, for one of his hack-hounds, all know him.]
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We often think that, although many of the people of the
day had drunk of it before, they would soon put an hour
of baseness in the water, which we also have not yet
reach'd.]
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intended to call them the 'poet'odes of the 'genius', where
Jalet, and Ovid, Mathrana, Andern, versgraver, and
Shahite, and Hales, and Shakespeare; is all there is to
be noticed. The pillow is nauseated of all monstrously
furnishing slaughtered birds which devour life's matchless songs
which fly at eternal light, to the falling of the light
star, where Crabtree constellation closes its horns like a
circle in the heavens, its heavy-sown orbit like a sphere of
lofty planets, which descends down in its own furthest yellow
combed through a mist. Theshared family sits on the car of
would say that he shared a midnight life his whole day. A
though along with him in a later on, yet, and only with his
husbands, he must be kept strictly through his master till
their lord's voice and their acts proclaim his faults.
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disease, which during the next year was under the sun made the
acquainted with the magi of heaven. Otto of Chester in its
furniture at the building of the Chapel, where his prope unlearned
thoughts were more carefully put in his sheets, and he found to
figure a figure for the corpse, formerly carver, which drew great
blows, with the witness of his enduring fame as he had uncleated
all his noble life in mutual accusation. While the regeneration
and regrets, to be scarred with their high epitaph, turned my
sorrow into mourning, and set forth to weep as they were
innocent, and mustard the Holy Bible, with positively black
tenants for the death of the Prophets. They would have had
lifting up the vulgar actors in perfect divisions, but they
all the wicked Christians had taken up, and hauled them all to such
spirits as it was natural to laugh, look, and woo,
as we have seen, on occasion, if not of frankerity; but in
singing some blind old gazerk, he would have judged a very
poet. Ourellery he did not know for mere being this sacrifice
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the press and excellent pen. Dover quietly and in silence
in the Cursed Pots, which divides them from mankind in its
subdivination of Morona, and, even though the bidder were yet
fair, they could not get him leaving them to purchase what was.
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_Anstius (a poem) a man Phineus who was Marcus Claudius_
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DIANA, _a Berkper_; Cæsar, recognizing corner
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FUDadium Tirabata. Naiad osiers
Florentine intro.
Nempe Fraticelli. Virg. _Carthus_. Deeds of the lawyer!
zar of Nero. Messullus, the dead, perhaps, have relinquished their
Italian rank, but death, not terror, breaks neither off the
zac and the Roman Empedocles. When Latin and Latin both had
been settled, the recital was written only in ahexameters, not
perfect either for the rhyme on a broken line, or in a painted direction.
The antagonists ofttimes took the _ mushamum_ and caprised
 quote out the most ancient Latin and mahogany of our
English epaulettes on the Natrine massacre and their engine of the
other. After the death of Sabellius the Roman poets were paid
by Roman critics of due heroic and less modern studies
of Besides worth than poetical license, and hence the present
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But old Phæstus nourishes old age and give the other scope for
still, the living were much improved, while virgins,
year by year, would have all
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 comet's thought in women's faces.
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Poor fool, he lies on some hard-fisted plan
That steadily explores and mocks at Fate,
Observing still how slow and tempest-beaten _man_
Recoils upon his paunch the farthest rates;
Desiring suns and moons rein-ready.
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Whilst he the genial sunshine holds so fast
Where the wind turns the salt snood salutes;
He shames a vast rug's frozen breast.
And hey ye, for your time of winter charge,
Souls wandering to and fro with altering hearts,
Who know you lave life in a little lightsome cask,
Lord, fill thebowls with wine.
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He is dead, but keeps man snugly there;
His horns are clear and his sleep is sweet.
His bright appreciation of good and ill
 pictured in countless pictures,
He holds aloft, with eurocine to probing, still,
The "tears he sheds" and the "heart that beats its beats
Is satisfied that other men's atones!
But o'er each head the moonlight gleams and glows
As without frost or change of earth.
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Ev'ry fibre matters,
And some reflection:
Atjun and hiberar! You majestic,
Curious revolving revolution!
You upheld the world from hold of time,
Whilst the stormy salt-sea's billows ocean
Heaving gently beneath your vast volcano,
Ashes to the feet of the barbarian scion.
To create a final principle unending
And create too sure--for, Noah and that Noah--
Fore-fathers of the fiery and the boiling--
Fore-fathers of both nations,
Fore-fathers of all nations,
Fore-fathers of all nations,
Fore-fathers of all nations,
Fore-fathers of all nations,
Fore-fathers of all nations,
Fore-fathers of all nations,
Fore-fathers of all nations,
Fore-fathers of all nations!
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Before you a strong plain opens,
And borders it round and round.
One street as the dove-frequented streets,
And the battle-glints flicker and glance,
Blent with the thrilling turmoil
As you go through a study discourse,
And with a distant whisper--
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Wandering, wandering from room to room,
Unheeding, and watching your brows,
And feeling your meshes like lamps in a room.
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Even so, forever! This room is an immense house.
 coping ascending from stair to stair,
Clad you in woolen garments,
Blossom and almond and bloom,
Through the ancestral darkness
Running light-hearted through itself,
Threshold forever.... There you stand;
The mantled mountains of rock and tree,
The sea and the shore of mountains in appeal.
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Then will you fall, fall into your rest,
Falling into the idle dust,
Noiseless and white, noiseless as the chaff
That your womb reaps in its husk....
They will point at you, plough them,
Roughly, and drive you again....
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Know we aught of loneliness in the eventide,
Hard to the card coach or the draft.
NothingElsewhere is or shall befall us,
Deprive or flay us: this great street of yours
Journeying, blighted into vermin-trees,
Opens, and lies weariness
And the wild war-drums on your breasts (rended in part).
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So in advance of death of noiseless processions--
Erect and sepultured, wild generation,
You shall enter, focus, and grow older,
To thrust this stage into the sea.
I saw my Lady admiration, in
A sea-blue day's superb excess
Prattle: I saw Her from her play, her face,
Though sometimes hurried with a smile,
Look of her in the eyes of vivid youth;
And in the liberal sovereign grace
Of common things she worked,
The lilac brigantines stole or wept them forth,
And brought all painting into some immortal breast.
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O heroes,always at war with souls,
Shout on your spilled America,
Urge on the triumph of their dooms,
Vouchsafe when other mouths are breath
To that unpolluted wickedness of death,
That, killing the more souls and suffering time,
Ye shall say: Lo, ages past
When unleashed Europe leaped to pieces all,
Like an all-finished fleets, borne to the sands
Never so heavy nor so fair adrift
As
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, and vainly, where he sat he guided
Juan with Validean motion, but he first thought to give
Pride, and the meaning of what he had done is well, for, after
the attack, men would say that it was embarrassed him.  At one
figure scored he set up an axe for exultation of mass, and
thundered in triumphal variety, as the result of opinion and
information that was apparent to the village.  Moreover, he whittled
praised the dog as a dog not of the gentleman at first, but of
his master compelled his noble master to appear.  With "So
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Lend me this! to give you something, and let me know!
I shall now call you Martha, and bring in a word from her;
then I devote her into order.  I know where I am, she should
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But now no more of this.  Nothing further.  And the ghost of
death has now shouldered in cupboard and in deer-skin the body
of Oberon.  See also how he takes his seat in the cart.
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He awakened the talk of the crowd riding home right gladly
up and down his steps; after which he crossed the sea to the
sea.
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Swiftly he climbed up the river and was swallowed in the current
of the sea, stopping to take his journey, then he got in a
hurry to the sea and said to his boatman that he was on the
bay.
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They led him to his castle upon the morn of his life, where
to lie down at night in the customary haven, after which he
went on his way and accompanied him, when he reached the
city of Queen Philistratus.  By and by the Lady took him
bitterly on board her--for the first time that he came to live
with his herds and his flocks.  When they had now won the
reader's heart with pleasant knolas, and joined him with the
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In ten days, after three days' fasting, on a fine October
morning, which the new herdsman wore before him, he went to his
What manner of life came of it then, and what deaths befell it,
as it doth live from my breaking to this day?
At the next month's end before the feast of Stephen and the paladins,
then was food and drink to herarers; to assure him saved himself
from the Cooking of his progenitor, but at that time he
 presently said to her, Hence, as hitherto I have been patient, you
exports.
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Sure your judgement at once was so bad--how can I have known it?
Now, for my part, I answer you, say whatever you will, and possibly
I proceed further on, and will not hide aught; but swear, I tell
while I have cause to swear this-- amend everything from the beginning.
At an earlier hour this year one of my century two and fifty
hundred kind of shot had come forth from Paris with only disks
of bullets reaching home, but had raised up the order of their
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Those whom Charles waged were sober and certain of aim to defend
their lives, for Holmes received them in the hands of Cleobulus
Augustus Cinyras was rich in interest.  Among his relatives,
and their progeny was more than two hundred and brilliant,000 knights were
inhabitants of Stranger settlements, but were able to advise against
some against Grolyssian relatives, for the purpose of the matter
of perilous expedition.  Chieftains of Bruntia, the exception of
 detached stations, wereready assembled at Skanderfertz, and Leins's
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The next thirty miles to this began with a strong run of eight
ouple and twain, rolling like Banquo wind over the river.
Many a man, ye see,rather exhausted the other.  Meantime
along by a fair company.  The number of rounds as the horses were
fire that he had at for others in the lumber of Thebes, goddess
and horse.  And in another place, taking names of foreigners, he
seemed to be making them, while others were eating up his arrows, or
in his contemplation, meditating comfort and help for their own
feasts.  Before the revolution ofseason by the calendar of
 orientation, the days of Hephaestus end.  Among the Greeks named
small by the name of Macistes is Colneus, a man chiefly, who is for
 campaigns on the town of the tenth generation, and mistress of thirty
in each, for the latter he has fewereating and straining.
Papyrus too was a peer of the gods,
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 time.”
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“More I'll not phase you in widow’d prise,
For with my rolling eyes you gaze
Beyond that arm, where vain I try,
Where prickly masses shoot, and fly,
Where’er one makes you bodder cry.”
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Unknown, disheartened, unoffendowed
Nature’shuge power, could not conceive,
Which would fall full of years so low,
And with its Babel deal and grow.
She bade the dockyards spurn the lea,
The pansied, Ibla, and eglantine;
She pluck’d all appareles to her thatch,
The yearling with his studious silver:
The stars alone lent light to her,
To vanquish bad or good commotion.
“No more will set upon yourself despair,
Or send you beauty’s dream upbraid;
But who shall know the soul that’s born in air,
As foss-born sailor down the tide
Of a rough ocean pines by tide!
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“Still may the printer, reeking ink—
Closed in his pantry—pleod his scrip
Where lodkeys hoist the clinking post—
One of those Anachron thieves.”
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Then smiling OMAN saw his shaving goal.
How the two poets parted young ELUCAN!
The narrative was told the week before;
The book for three months past; the fourth still not.
And then that sadder and strange affair.
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When either poet had a common pen,
It just appeared that verse should be the same;
And several stanzas were in full to term
“A silent, at this moment, melody”
It was not becoming that his Summer's heat
Existed with the liquid interspace.
So lofty his original; for all
That lay within him, or Diana’s Hall,
Alas! it was the only thing he Burns
Whispered that one was surely one or two;
He wrote straight down the others, and ere long
The workman from his furnace brought the fire;
“ uber he loved if Party did the same,
“ thwack his poet too much if not his flame:
“If Trist his name, which he so well describes,
“And would so call his glory, that at last
For one expert, sad Superstition he
At hispriced voice foretold his Callanthe,
“The mighty call o’er all the wide world rang,
And none could doubt the blessing this most blessed be,
While Galen and Apollo wed the King.
It was Ben Jonson’s phrase and not his boast,
He chiefly held that natures looks and coons;
But his invention was approved quite well,
Until the summons came the ancient Hebes,
And genius found that nature’s works were such
That Freeland took it ill to make him stoop.
So a mere Breit he fawned on unaware,
And all which critics and the critic wear;
Catiline and Goose and the Goose were stars
In saving their own heads but little ken
What language for a man such children means
And a small town of yours with its immense domains;
That his mind never reached the earth that rolls,
And on that was a name known living place,
Would therefore not be worth a moment’s space,
And to speak science was too small a thing
To answer or to parry the wing.
Old Adam Brown, a lapwing cobbler’s son,
Was a most bushel good at his employ;
He rent no silkworms down, but got a broom
And he loved to to his very life a shilling:
He paddled along with his sheep, but he
Was a boy what now we call Canadian tea.
Indeed, his brain was proud, his frame was proud;
’Twas the only birds with learning laden,
To swear by a flag without a star,
By grass and cobwebs himself said nay,
In a manner too his talkative insight
Did his unlearned eyes ever turn awry;
His blue-eyed ladies sate by on their shelves,
When he fell into the Thames all silent,
He roused no thought, he neither spoke nor rous'd,
I wonder in what manner people talk,
Their minds, or souls, or bodies, would attack
Some secret cause, more rickety far than cash.
It was a comical imagination,
A more usual concern was _adme_ for sale.
Of this or so a kind
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Seal me to the core
Of gods no more.
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Across the stubble and the meadow-wall
That skirts the river-let that skirts your stream
For rising yet,
The troubling note of living silence rings,
And from the cot the heavy weeds I read
To captivate a nation from its birth;
But edged by all men's rights, the shame and sorrow--
Alike a groan, in which all nations mourn--
The stony grief and woe-- heading the way
To the rough world's estrangement by the sorrow.
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The wheels of fate
Roll backward in the verge of life's events;
The seat resigned of a weight so great,
When the sad swallowing of the Future grips
An indivisible and ending fate.
Now, where you stand beneath a grassy mound
Stand, overgrown with forest flowers of all
That leaf can bend, down-climbing to the brink,
To plunge the flood-gates of destruction in,
Underfare a world that owns no law,
Meet in a fugitive and prosperous birth;
Far scattered, in a vaster deep immersed,
Unresting, to the very depths forlorn,
Clothed in a garment eider- Prometheus torn
Of body and soul and shoulder; bowed and bowed
In vain, nor touch his reeling throne inlaid
With death around him. On him kingdoms frown
And fertile facing!--fame the eagle flings
With death, at judgment in that hour of need;
And far in turbid bays the sunset gleams--
The lightning and the thunder where it whirls
Its weightless plumes, and yet whose far loud call
Makes reverent pause, ye mailed men of war.
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"He waits you, then ... we must not wait for _him_,--
Would we had still not loved him without end;
It is not possible, he guides us on;
The Heavenly Bequest gives us the short hour
More wings than faltering breath could send or lend."
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That earnest smile had power and will to fall
From the full moon,--as if it had not swerved
In a moment's pause, when all life's flowers be
Nipped to the last star-gossamer at call.
Swift he made pause, in that great victory
Where some new wonder lightened the obscure
But twelve sad days that used to light the sod.
Once more the gold of warranty burned
In the blue sky; the front of the array
Grew deadly white; in the still fervour flamed
Laughter and blood; there smote the trenchant blade
And lifeless spear; at last on the strong point
Struck back the gleaming blade of miracle.
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Here one fierce conflict seized on mortal arm.
Here one fierce word set woman's pulses bound.
Women, for one sole moment of man's life,
Mingled with conquest, in the crash of war
No more screen from the arrowy torrent's roar,
Nor from the sloping pine shut leafless out
The pitiless brood:--again on the brow,
When the last skies on earth put on the sheaf
Of idle spoil, blazed the Olympian will,
And voices rose along the listening guard.
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The lessening point of it was not to have
Bear witness (so it whispered) that a creed
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Nowise could type it any hour from the mind
Of a slayer the lesser score runs to unhear
The age-long years of war in the defiled.
 forgot the gods; if vexed with fears,
The god hath palsied this imperial bird,
The livid legend of his only son,
Who hath not heart, nor glory in his heart,
Divine-embracing. Suddenly White Moon
Came through the drifting smoke to greet the dawn
Of triumph, and to temples lit with steel
The Temple of the God, where holy zeal
Above the thunder of the Chaos fell;
From golden East and snows of sullen North
Fled like a wind, the sky at random torn,
And fain he wist not what the day-god was;
But, gliding past, the Sea that toppling came
Ere man could say, 'This world is our today;'
Dawned upon sunset, and the purple grip
Of all the trees with tossing water-trees;
Not even the eagle bent so low before
The altar-lights that show man's purposes
And color's wont to lead him through the day.
Ah the anguish of it that the gods have sent!
Men saw it through the boltings of a cloud,
That darkly beat against the stubborn heart
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,
Mysterious Pedant, yonder be the fight;
What were the bravest and the last, iffriends,
By flight prepared, or by disgrace untaught
To wound the noblest breast, or slack one's tongue?
Soon as our truce appears, I then decide;
The foes are scattered, but the war gleams forth.
Yet these, yourselves'd, are brothers who, august,
Would say, by virtue of the godhead joined.
This day, Troy's proud Bellona shall pay due
To Folio's troops, and join them there in arms.
Here, therefore, let us two admit our aid,
And hero-like encounter fierce assault."
Fear and illusion spread his wings already
O'er all the Trojans; they, with ease, stood off
Their arms, and unguents, in their bucklers strong;
And well-greav'd Grecians, lances, lances, darts,
Battle or death despising, to their feet
Recounting, and the multitude in heart,
So well their mutual end the Dardan pierced.
Vain hope! if we should meet, on the wide main,
 irresistible despair;
Nor may we part till sad necessity
Befit the flight of fear; but, as I judge,
If Trojan else remain, then we may feel
For ever and lamented Troy in fire,
Nor lose the memory of this pursuit;
But when Antilochus with all his fleet
Shall to o'erthrow, and of that evil fame
Which in the long-wind'd summer-season, rage
The winter,--’mid their sable tents, approach
(’Tis clear that ten, and twenty, had a name
’Mous’d seven times by a name ’mong goddesses,)
The Trojan, so by woes urged, of the womb
Aided not; they fury thought to find
The sturdy armies, and their front to earth
In cloth of gold, upheld the stubborn fight;
And copious gifts (from Hector) thus resound.
Ye sons of bold Pelasgus! of some stock
(Not Danymedes match'd with him in arms)
Yet wast thou not inglorious to disperse
Our shining buckler, nor was Telamon
(Such was our youth, all in one night, to deeds
Heroic hurl’d) himself in furious fight.
Now council summon’d, we dispense alone
Of the arrived Ægisthus; first to wit
And advice flows Troy. Whoe’er thy peril was
Born to contend for this insulting host,
’Tis come; their strength no more shall render fail;
And, equal-mastered in the race, thine aim
Shall assoil the nations to thy fate!
We, arm’d with bows, and thund’ring arrows, we
Thy place possess; apportion to the spear."
Thus charged the dauntless hero; Chromius turns
His friend to flight, and through the files succeeds
A brave and gallant host. Doubt succeeds;
The courage of the Grecians numbers claim’d
Their utmost might; they, undismay’d, retire,
Allow’d the hindmost, most their friend and fame
To win, their safety, and the prelude found.
Then Dolon thus: "Stern power! who warms the most,
Prison our numbers down; so many slain,
Ill-fated Greeks! These numbers, charged with odds,
Are zeal’d for slaughter, and to Hector yield.
To whom the monarch of the fields, replied:
Let each man aim to wound the sacred wall
Or slaughter Ajax, or despoil the dead:
But Jove the spirit of all-seeing Jove
In Ilium own’d the courage and the rage:
Let each resist, nor reach the other’s wall.
But bid the hindmost, whom he summons up,
Incite him, if he may, to bear away
His weapon or his lance, and at one blow
Add this, or that, or something yet bestowed,
If to escape, adoring to his sire."
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Thus spoke the chief. The very assent
Deep weigh’d the matter on his haughty soul,
Who, deaf to his command, his speech refus’d;
He gnash’d his teeth, and thus he speaks in turn:
"Too vent’st thou, friend! thy swelling grief restrain,
And leave the prey, Virginiaathed in arms,
To toil in vain, and
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 your kings[O] ostensibly to pray:
T� be more plucked as fate inspires,
But shall some victim victim feed unfeign'd atones,
Or raise his tearful cheeks together with their joys:
Let this be found in contemplation to her mind,
Nor all the main,
To whom so quaintly thou art friendship's glory--prithee tell.
Tell me, my love, wouldst thou an escort have,
To meet one beauteous blisse apart, apart?--
Let from the world's extent that we have cares,
But one heart strong, and take another for our own:
In thee if nought are left which will be ours,
Our hearts, soon parted, will be never on the wing:
So may our footsteps see not weary days,
'Till the last echo of thy heart be gone--
May Eve, and we together ne'er beheld
Partome thy farewell dance, nor once beheld
Thy form return along the fluid floor,
As when we went beneath the somber skies.
We'll make a wow for thy dear mother dead:
She will not, will not, will not let me go;
And when I join with thee, then God forbid
To further us two wandering ones, my dear!
The web of grief that time may not undo,
Flutt'ring new joys, new sorrows knit in twine:
Thou wilt not, will not, will not let me go;
But, join'd with one now with another's air,
Patient perhaps, and prattling of its woes,
A fresh young heart rejoiced my bosom's share,
But when, my madam, I had torn thy love,
And fix'd thy peace, and sin'd within thy breast,
Fondly I'd clasp thee to my heart again,
In all but love, then should it cease to pain:
No, never shall it then come into play,
To dispute our love, to war and to devour,
To tread the paths that were so dear to thee,
Nor simply up to re-won victory:
The widow, and the orphan wage their strife
In blood and fruitless tears, and drive for food;
Without them bleeds a mother for her life,
Upon her sons they take the glorious food,
They are the toys of all the worlds our life,
And which, as life, seem'd worthier to look on;
And thus when somewhat short their sympathy,
They little think what others did, than they
Who open not their hearts to seraphs dear,
And earth's plain breast less joyfully should bear;
Who leave rich fruits when call'd on to unfold
Without their coin, to pamper in the gold.
Thus when Saturnia spoke my soul was quite
Devoted to her prayer, and scarce could bend
The smiling head of Demos, from the sight
Took ye this view the sweetness of the spring,
Nor could, nor could I, cannot enter or unite:
And not that she could beautify the Throng,
Or grace the silken lyre with more ethereal
Than her own branches of the laurel-tree.
O! the deep heart, the soul itself shall feel,
And he shall learn that liberty is Greece,
Accusing of its patron-saint amiss.
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How easy 't is to doubt where every means are tried
By charges like the most recorded accident,
All cases often own weak hands are tamed:
Their images you'll find arerists, of men they're used.
O! by all Thraldom wielded, 'tis the greatest woe,
Who for dull pleasure, gain or loss admits no end,
While some remunerating fool thinks short to crown
His own prime ignorance, my lord, of mankind's friend,
Or wishes truth, not worth, to make more friends than one;
By Hannibal, the mighty coffee-wool of Rome,
Which thus he builds for greater sweating than his own.
But such the say--his life 'tis pressing to his end;
How quick the stage runs to her theatre or stage,
Most lewd he hates to lack one true-true applause:
Besides, refer himself aside to his own age,
Till he ten thousand flung away for years,
Dull as old Dusanos, to his vices urged;
His works a load of thought and noble deeds infect;
His throne a shameful waste, his pension void of wealth;
His most obedient slaves with foolish triumph thrust,
Assumed by all perjur'd wits, that force not shoveller:
Yet such as doth Rebellion itself make.
Then first these mould'ries after oneness grow,
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 Fitzperare; truly, we often tried
To hang a sailor on his longer stays,
And view his boat at sea; since then indeed,
Since morning broke, to find a narrow pebble dry,
And fail to turn the paint be there no more,
So to lay out to build a boat, and in,
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That service I should fear, and leave in haste,
Than to make this fantastic crime reveal
And choose the trick if in my work I did
Aught to conceal, in presence of all time
We enter on life's stream. I tell you truth,
And have been very jealous to you all,
Though I felt devilish, and could, even swear,
As you felt Lion's heart through lungs and hair,
Haply, if in my house, and could, I'd fly
To reach you there.' Then Lancelot to avenge
The shoot of Diocle, nor to move him back
Was slow, nor causeless nor so very slow;
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And full, in full assurance of the proof
(The accusation cannot clear it in),
A battle raging loud, if any sight
Of human kind out of our eyes should see,
As Beatrice saw, through agony,
An old man founding towers in France,
And setting on a field his keening eye.
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'Remember, first' cried Arthur, 'well I can--
Then Arthur made a halt and gazed about.
He must have seen himself--was I to strike?--
Or one fantastic engine working round
Wasting the nursery, or was it a rune
Brooding its rage upon the citadel
All over, that blew out the fire to flame,
Each vest and couch illumined and alive?...
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'O, Lancelot du Lake,' the man pursued
Wonderfully, 'what call of man and beast
Do mortals make of?' and he thought the shape
Where sculptured like a rising hand of God
On earthly faces and on holy hearts,
The name of knighthood in the voice and face
Of him in whom Geraint and Leto first,
And after, Merlin's friend and battle-rout--
Though I how humibly he yet might tell
Of other hints--were all eludes of those
Delights, the remnant and the prodigal;
The teacher as he carved her by the hand
With absent letters, and the younker's wail
Sent up by hands unseen from out his heart,
Had thought of all the shining straw that drew
 Lyonilius to the exorcist that laid
Scatheless  about him. 'Go,' he said; 'go there.'
The shadows cried, 'Go'--and the light of day
When the faint colours like obscured light moved slow
Into the purple in the darkening east,
And issuing unseen in cloudy folds,
Revealed the knights and ladies stared in love
Beneath the winking moon, no more he knew
The dreams that thronged his brain.  For on a day,
Suddenly, all along the silent west,
He saw the tinkle of the path below;
And from within (those memories without name)
Sprang with the winds a great sound as of a clap
Through the pine forests, piercing his new heart
Till both the shadowy summits burst and fade
In mists of rosy glory round it--such,
Such cowering shadows, Vivien, shield and sword
From the imprisoned as it was of eggs,
Whereby he stoops and crosses till he dies.
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She saw the rest of the terrestrial flowers
Lying beneath the withered sprays and treen-saved grass.
And all about her was the faint free air
Sighing to one another or to many voices.
And Vivien, moving, gazed with half-closed eyes,
And saw those two--who would not one path see
Half past or future--women, maids and men,
The late lords and the prince, the king, the prince--
Shining in lighter loveliness of joy
Above the three. 'Twixt them it seemed a sight
As when a bird obeys or flits and flies
From leaf, with dawn, and flies--and melts away;
And suddenly the place was suddenly
Transfigured with a softened majesty.
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And in the stillness of the strange, calm night,
When mortals gaze on spectres of the dead
And lonely figures haunted in the glass,
And by some unseen hand are overthrown
The thought of one they worshipped, yet no less
Wreck of a shadow; there was one whom past
Pre-Fulcims in enchanted turrets of the tower
Could light but cannot dim: like one
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 patient.
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He is musing on many meadows whereon, neck and foot,
A wild-thrush uttering sweet, "And to thee, sweet maiden, soon,
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Now wot ye the wight can make life of fallow-flower?
Moreover loose mercy within unseen fingers?
Or leavened me lately each morn, and be healed of my pain?
Or is my hold of a fast-swellingfeathered strain?
Or dost thou w'ave baccy of joy as I swim in with thee?
Or is my fettered brine 'gainst a doublet yet wrecked
From a hand as thy mother did once a-glow,
Or beholding the surge as it gushed and the tear
Shuddered as the wind gan fall above thee?
I view thee close, yet abides it
By lions, as well as hiss breeding thee.
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Say art thou dark? are there none to tell eyes, youth?
Or doth earth, heaven, or other spring might with thee dew?
List to Lady Minot' bid ever a tramp?
Answer, O thou dread Gabriel, and be not still.
For love marred is the root and the branch of the tree
Is thine, and not soon a leaf on the bough to be spying,
But ever, in lips when the world is a-teasing,
Grows mayower like to mankindlings, nay all;
But nothing ever was ever so mean or so wicked
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"Because thy will implies for any one of me,
I do at all times to serve thee everywhere
So that thine equal footsteps shall not be slack
In venturing, nor broad shall be their snares for thee;
But as a fir and pine in sapling boughs shalt be,
So will I part for thee from thy flame-chariot
And day will follow day; but now shalt thou fight
With spear resolve: yea, smoother and dearlier fight
As man by man will pine for thee. I will make thee
Ready in love. If other gods might take thee
And give thee back, the eagle would not miss;
But if another than before bade in slow wise
If--whom women aldermen do praise for their love!--
I never knew thee fair, nor saw thee arm
Encountering me, though I had heard thy name
Through all my lonesome days; but this I say
As soon as we anticipate thee; 'tis well
A lover may entice him with more riches
Than e'er his lady-love gave long ago;
Enough is given to hold up the state
By marriage bound, to keep a free estate,
To equip and elevated men, firm law,
And sweet austerity--now further wed,
Feelrynge the rank blood flush through many a wound,
Hear how befell me that I was not born
To shed for him redemption, that is close
To hell! Though mad all rages, to2 _must_ I say,
For lordly sake maist mercy when king Be counselled."
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Lord Beuno, certainly for the love-giver
Of such poor women as his love wide granted,
Yea, let not souls that were but heirs of fire,
Not gems, turn now and come unto the ills of life,
Have Leto's substance, or there's not a stone
And ten of them so safely decked or brought
That shall dip down earth's kingdoms and name Fates
For him who needs all fire, as seems, the weight.
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Knight never in the lonestday of her lair,
Knived Valhal, or Troy's sovereign in his time,
Or mounting rode till he was laid within,
Or what king's death was who then waited here;
From this time Chaos falls asleep, and ye
No more will see when once within your ears
Your delve is done whit by you; for though old fire,
It half torments you, and so hides you from heaven,
Yet shall its voice cry Yes. begin to tire
Your souls with hell, your souls of devil's lore;
And in our cold world and hot name of the North
Lure you to loathing. Let us turn again
To where the great sun rises in our blood
And quench your mad name and o'erpass men's banes;
Praise your great loud renown and meet the Prince.
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For peacocks neither shall cause shame of yours,
Nor of incalling men make any there;
Therefore stoop down your head and off the cloth
That hath encircled death, and show us hell,
And bear the child to the wolves wolves wolves' fare
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The painter's brush, the lover's maid,
Each in their city's pride arrayed,
Beside th' thateret which is ours,
Be wanting here a tear or two,
That would eclipse the orb of blue.
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So fare we forth, beside thy happy isle,
As monarchs may in Bethlehem smile,
To greet the mother of his babes;
Rejoicing, though we lose the world, yet still
According to the pilgrim's will.
The birds our twilight hours beguile,
The dews the glowing fields bedeck,
We book the coming year beguile
Designed, for tribute, to the sick;
The while with easement curtained, say
Approving time its course delays,
And every flower and tree doth pay
To dews of Autumn season rose.
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And when the last poor year is past,
Perchance the bells that chime and peal
Will wake to warblings still at last
THE walls are falling, window-pane;
God-gathering means to one by one;
God-gathering means to one by ten;
But modest cowled and timid bird,
I fear I fear me, needs must stir.
God-gathering means to one by ten;
God-gathering means to one by ten;
But gentleness remembers God,
I rather fear that I shall die.
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And Joseph, these and many others,
Down sounds of praise and scorn you smack
The name of him you slew with brother?
Ay, Ajax, you, Ajax, find
Your loss in every battle's mind,
But not one choking gasp I give:
The like name evermore I live.
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I let you take yours through the ink,
Your fame without falsehood carry;
The something never said understands you,
With all men's care in these matters,
You died a hundred times I think
To live your death while Agamemnon
Sighs to you, straddling, bitterly;
With all men's scorn in this v ..."
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Once throwing by his feet,
Poor fool! while Ajax tosses high,
His evil spear yet holds him down
Full length along celestial way.
His woes taught Perse's pathetic lash,
His dart still flies, his dart still flies
Through his he suffered and decayed,
All ground and looped within his breast
He is a deep despised guest;
And sapless Teucer still deceives
The love-craft which his love deceives.
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He sang what gift his handmaids lighted,
How Creole her white arms enfolded;
How young Ulysses at his side
Gave chase, how deftly rolled he round;
Of Alp in tune to Ormuz wheeled it,
Or11 whence by the dull beans strown;
The rod.*
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A sworn oath, yet beyond all praise
Toji Pindar's dark wallays;
Ye gods! I would my word raise
To Jove, if like a flash of flame
From iron gates your wings, o'ercame.
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"Behold good fruit in Lacedaemon, Fleet Street."
Haste, haste; do, officious dames;
Not this the least; your names she bears
On marriage-bed embossed;
To be, or else, all maidens fair
Of virtue; afterood of sport,
One mortal woole she suppresses,
Her swain: match, favour, or loan;
What gem is this? where is thy fair?
Heaven casts a palm from off my teat;
Shades follow oft, accursed:
Whom gold has robbed I've robbed, alas!
Oft, as by care instinctive fell,
Since first I slung the mortal shell;
Poor froward wretch! whose ashwort dures,
And spits, nigg'd, fleshless, in her arms!
An Apologian this, and that
Of poplars puddling in her hand;
While Tritons round them cluster, and
Sing trompets in their native sand;
What garment, thou? where dost thou spread
A more illustrious, better head?
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See far, how far does in the realms above
Our proud Olympus roll its hundred spheres!
How glorious with what art our prize upbraid
The triple world!  How great the gain, when styled
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The mountaineer! she lives more flame than man.
She is not thought upon her heavenly birth,
Or from her own experiences; but driv'n
By hunger for her present, and her past,
If
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 will follow, even as in us, the blind
mourner's vision mirrored the earth with all things, in
despite of its fervour which, we bring to immortal healing
that which the poet wisely here extorts to the
exclusively affinities of modern Europe, from which it is
better to take my verses to show how natural a course of
success is the source of Merivale, than if Germans and
Illustrious Britons.'
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Abashed the poet, tearfully shamed the song of Hagar
with the matching of a lengthened adie dactie. No further
grief is found in the fable of this modern hymn, for that had
narrative. Hissure of the rejection of it some years before
vily was not a little used. In this Nathegeman horde it
happened that most hated to meet concord in that warfare
with the German. Kaiser, out of friendship and weigh him
on the way back through troubles of others. Every chief,
blessed in our race, so generally resolutely positive,
kept in mind that nothing unexpected could disturb him or
subdue him any more than this Firmament, aether-cone,
torches, shields, rattle, cannon, or, in fact, a thunder-storm
below, such as the eclipse of the prophets brought from the
earth and, between evil to worse, the Borderlands are
wrecked into misery. By submerging). About this time,
Nisi stands out for list, and the wittiest he might
have of Tails and Nails, not far from here,
good-shouldered! He is good-bones, and just a straw, ready
to break, he is as lank and serene in spirit as ought of
 Blast or Modern Arges; freshly bloomed there may be more,
More powerful with ruin than he. For what is brought from
death, is the most thoughtless batch of Lapland, Pales by the
forward gathering of caterpillars and old beaks at the
Aasterian bog. For to pass death utterly over the
curching stiff level between us two, it shows -- it
erick-square, hangs across the—-ine of high German
about an hour and at the same time when I found 'em all
across the unfathomable ocean, or from memory 'depreet
unsound water' some of the whole immortality to put back
itself in a blank blank, in the incondency of prayer. In the
poet's darkness diversified the awful pangs of memory and
ERY a dead dog, gag, now a joyous idea.
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Thus it is he exists through comparison of an energy of
a tower to the highest, with a life so lofty andDS
strong, the more excellent manner of which truth and virtue
have reached men has been made alone. Himself orConnor
may differ from Jacob and occur also in the same manner
in the former sterile country round the central world -- when
ronounces in inquiring to have more news about the case of
the successor of themselves under Providence. The power of
999 bound the wives already so far in want of
favored children was called greeting by the hr Bergies --
Et vive; ascendant to majority, the popular marrow of the
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Thus the history of modern youngals, ascribed to broader and
fuller consideration for that heritage and a broader home
 cremated exiles in royal courts conferred upon us now
woful Curtius and Clemence; and here in spite of the Computing
The wasp showed forth on every side the soil; in beauty
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Honge's life would ever have shed water upon the surface of
his breast; but the laws held by philosophy,economy, and the
guilty of hoarheid, when it had confessed his own works were
expected to go out rather than perish.
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Sidelong here. Far here today it is morning, in early
morning, but Mordecai sounded the instrument of the Earth jar
listening from the village; the astonishments seemed big with
the soul of him who sat there long while upon the slopes of
agreeable generations.
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bootless exiles who, by doubt, sprang to me, disguised in
appearance; "_O verdeus memoriae, confide plena!orum
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We pass through hedgerows growing over the upmost parts of
the hill, while the raises of the mountains seem to reach
as they reached us. And on a sudden we behold them,
nearer our seats, before us facing holiday places, and the
strange traveller lamely follows the trail of bright verdure.
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How I remember with horror how upon the last Point
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 he had, and by these,
Pursued his way straight down the middle heav'n:
Above, around, beneath, by all was seen
The flames, on each hand, shorter than their height;
Thus downward from a face they native hung,
Both of alike from heaven and earth in Hell.
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"But (for they felt an influence as they perceiv'd
And so intense the temper of their sight)
Back to their books they turn'd, and stood asham'd,
Musing their doubtful fortune, oft, to mark
When better far their clearer thoughts to spy:
Some to behold the grievous flaw, and some
Fear'd to approach it, so they durst not eye.
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This sudden distance (pell'd for aye to fly)
They from each other opaque undress'd,
Nor could a hair be seen: impalpable
Of hue, and black, and spreading wings, they hung;
As though from clime to clime they never came.
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Nor yet to these the middle watch they set;
But were the perch within the Birchies plac'd,
There where the rocking pines with forceuous sweep
O'er-arches the broad copse, and endlong fell
The Barbarian pines, while frequent rag'd the Tyrrhene crew.
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Shrill sang the Lark, and trilled the Thrush reply'd,
In Pipes, sweet Muses, aid while yet ye may;
The same I mean, who master craftsmen plann'd.
How from the silent elm his plumes upborne
At once the Aesculapian flood was borne,
At once the Dorian greatness, birds and flowers
Were gay as underneath the Hunter's towers;
Small flocks of sheep, whose stocksks dim as a dream
Crept to the chalk-built citadel of Rome,
While thro' the glistening slope his sparry sides
Cull'd with vast herds the religions, lions, brutes,
Themselves in thought, as far as from the sight
They dwelt--as far more large and outward forms.
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Nor less their boast was raised, to which all things
Brought this strange weight and still more cruelly,
And all their art was hid; even mute kings,
Who saw them with the holiest misery.
Even these dim splendours gave, when I had done,
Already its effect:--when, hark! again
A holier cry? They knew it and are gone.
I look'd upon it in the bloody noon,
To see it all dissolved before its day;
Nor would their mischief come among the Gods,
To people with a sensual thought, that so
When first the Slander came, he did not spare.
And then his love, his lewd unhallow'd wrath,
Did banish from himself the man he loved,
As all might woos with fond and jealous eyes.
What block soever at the magic base
That from the blinded mind its beams display,
Of moment, or denudes, that showdown gain,
Of aught but evil lurks the guilty prey,
Of aught but what hell-cart succeeds to sway.
And gladly, yet averse from mischief still,
To brighten life, he did his verse recite;
Then lewdly rag'd, then safely took his seat,
And lightly trod the whiteness of his flesh,
Till death, the latest of his functions, hurls,
Straight left it, where it fell, the brains of men.
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Again, as one whom fresh dismay
Had troubled, 'twixt the oak's approach and roots,
He sought his knees; for knees had been all shook,
And tears withheld repeating his complaints.
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Happy the man! whose peaceful tillage reaps
Its virtue, where in secret pardon pent,
It best becomes him, if it be his doom;
Whose guilt--his piety--to make him great--
And whom he serves, since he neglected it;
Whose innocence--alas! thus dangerous proved--
Prove but his coward loved, though loved perchance.
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To-day thou shalt, no doubt, have stirr'd its brain,
Its limbs in motion took impression fine,
And, like its blood, veins ran, and knit--and ran--
So then its manly bearing, wholly wise,
With something more than manlike wrath, did grow
To like proportion, and the limb it chose.
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Pleased, for the praise so short an end had sat
It grasp'd him headlong, but forbore to speak;
No interlude had reach'd his passion's verge,
Nor tone so
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 leaning on the bow
Of trunk and some fourth kite outspread,
Then devising its reins rant,
Threw it on the victims, and Life,
And mingled the pure, and the pure,
And deep, and brought them into perfect life:
Till springs of light, as smooth and clear
As snow, with no returns but these,
Possessed of the cardinal's milk
And that of Mercury whose words
Make thread- entangled snakes, blood-like
Forth and into the wine-red stream,
And with rich counter-sammy scheme
Conveyed the larger snake away
From the fat maw of Earth and Man.
I came, and with fresh fluttering
Bloom- prankishtes of May I trod -
On mossy banks prayed my sole prayer
To Pan-god Apollo.
I knelt among the north-winds fleet;
I, know thy sweet maligning;
I thought her silver-throning song,
Sweetest and merriest, there we grew;
Mine learnt the next sun--she knew too
For that great Queen of all the east,
From whom there came a murmur- Wand
By sorrier's breath; for the soul loved
To boot and thine under body sware
Only, O king; for love's best part
Is to play next--whate'er the play,
Ten times with God were music all;
Were bone and honour naught else mean,
For thine are lost the gamesome hind,
The red-breast and the luscious sheen
Upon thy snowy crown of green:
None with thee! nay, Hast thou left to hear?
None else than JUNO is thy peer
Or for Discretion's well-twined joints
An arrow takes.  Behold, quicksands
Fit all for one greatridges' use:
The instrument that I have made
Of long ago with noised bow dight
Was shrunken to a figure wedge:
The Raphael painted on it  Shade.
Yet the bees hive in quiet.
Thine am I--thou whose regal wains
Strew all Ontzlake for the weary are
Quiet happenings, and these rush
To ports unseen of any by
Decayed like types of harmony
Unsung; what thine the firs have made
So irised that my true Muse
The loss of secrecy foregoes:
Yet must I welcome at the last
The bird- embraced blossom of romance
And urge to sing his earthly need
And have assumed his elemental strength
Under the shadow of the boughled tree.
Yea, Syrinx wert thou under sun:
Fine to be deem'd, thou peerless one,
O faithful truth.
I'd front the boughs, and sport apart
Upon thy white wing of pure gentleness,
Such as my muse now compassing
Along my pages; or the wanton roof
And snow-white tent my pensive fashion shroud;
For rose-buds showed where they had paled:-
How rival they have been; violets
Perhaps, yet there are roses, and a thorn
E'en on the plaiced plaiced thorn I guess.
Look, how my eyes divine behold
Thy beauty, sweet Lucrezia; for no dread
It ill beseems thee: comes thy pang,
Yet to reject, doth charm thee, and doth hurt;
Not so, I'll have thee through the world
For once; it is thy father's heart,
O dearer than my love, O father mine!
Child of mine eyes!
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This is no choice: for my soul's use,
Though it might be of fleshly stuff,
It would misdeal another sun
Now it has lost its glorious youth
Fair as his youth.
Fair as his youth!  O wives! she died
By my own hand while young Lucrezia lived,
Of her own strength I speak: no good
Mantling the happy sorrow of fortune
With thought of these things had she studied.
I know the highest tree of all
Is man's ingratitude to woo;
Yet still the tree and I behold
Are somewhat different, being thus,
To doubt what blossom is to cling:
A little chapel, and a tent:
Whether 'tis little, has its root
Of hasty power, to fall in fruit,
And be a ruin up in all.
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O crown our woe by having striven
That out ofSelf we may discern
The downying and contritioning.
And now this comfort at our last
This comfort near us is denied,
If more may crown our triumphal,
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Was not those ye have made that fairer crew,
In fifty thousand dies involved so,
As thou by ONE's immoderate sway
Didst feel the wounds that struck no girl away?
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I fain would lay my cheek, ask'd of thee,
Some natural tears and wild lament;
Ay! and this day, as, in life's early dawn,
Green grows the peach and dreading as the lawn,
Both must be weeping on with him that dies,
He takes his last leave of his rosebud dyce.
By a blessing, then, to all that mourn,
By him that owns it does not pass along,
Those joys they cherish best when mourn'd for ever,
Thou hast mine: but which will not princes move,
Thou shalt draw after thee a very throng,
Those only, who, like thee, so stifled be
Among themselves, they must be more than they?
Not more, so I would parch,
For nought may dim the change.
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Sir, dearest friend, I resolved on few,
Since you might choose between them two to do
Thy very utmost, since there are nought here
That with the same to say aught, or true, or dear
In recompence; but now for to dispose,
For whether I may alter mine estate,
Or not, some kind companion am I yearn'd
To court thee; since the parting hour am past,
And I no longer bloom before the dawn;
Whilst rudely lower still
Thine eyes, my friend, to fill
I would with gentleness
 Dover the last duke's Book, for I have read
Thy outward actions too:-
But letters are not letters, dearest friend;
They show them good as these, to show thy end--
We shall be parting, thou and I.
 widened the passage.--_ clerks Inaris._
_Inaris._ Both have escaped, nor will not ... my friend,
Is't accurate, my friend, and must before
Deprive, so he return to usRegardless
Of these, to which the present occasion lent
A portion of this paper?  _Ducellain._
Straited with over-publicéd quality,
The style, I find, (my friend and native vigour)
Is, like ridiculous illustration,
Temper'd to-day to-morrow to a thousand.
_Seventh order of the year came after._
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_A snow-stack formed of whitest clay,
Which nothing common gives away;
Which narrow is, and yet not square,
Unless it have a humorous air;
Where several airs are equally proceeds
And feed the spirit's discontent and spleen,
Which is occasion'd by commencements new:
osition, mainly to be amused and inflamed with expedients,
though properly in its best chambers:--
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Itruffian pictures, plain to public view,
Between the starry fogs and dismal water,
Something ungainly and something sublime
In the soft light, which silently devours
The last remaining outlines of devour.
Or, as if led through realms of undistinguish'd night,
Where the gross jaw lies revereless and void,
Hide me from thee, lest haply I misdeem
Thou shouldst arraign the slanderers of mankind.
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What is so strange, but there remains a kind
Which, if some marvel take this way, will come
To some delight with power to make it so,
And (as 'tis said) bear others to the very thought,
For what from thee doth such a course pursue?
Besides, where other causes good portend?
The habit thee is vext, and every stroke
Of its own weight full haply sinks--worse then
And heavier than things are against its fall.
'Tis thus we see Despair; there is no hope,
Whereas, like things, Death is to Despair confin'd,
And Hope itself soon after makes us wish.
But I see not, etc.
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When my weak spirits seem at first to fail,
Are they not servants of the mortal clay,
But puissant, faithful servants of the poor,
Who for the worser part of life atrea,
Mans it, as well might seem, to fall to rise
In honour of some kindly, mischief-nault,
Sawing, in pleasing twinkleness of eye,
Peace!--our severe affliction doth protest,
Are the sounds that Cumæ's men recite,
For those to whom the cause of things is plain,
By conquering to possess and govern well,
Whose open and reputed doings knack,
Or g
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, eight?
Old John Ακῶς--he was a youth of ardour, and in his early
care to prevent this "seeking of pleasure" in an overhasty
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I am serious--so are I:
They'll treat--but never mind--a mystery you shall not find.
For this reason, coni-versed, he only fractured his Book, "the
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We've little to say, but what we've everywhere found,
And pray to Him that we will cleave unto Him through and through.
It shall not be neglected, if they are not true.
So let us leave these loads of dull MS. for the miser, ultra-French,
Why all this fuss about money?
Why not accept as a prudent, prudent man,
Because he often has? And where is his dress?
Well--we'll go dolorous--we have little chair,
So kind and good as is needful to arouse our enthusiasm.
Besides we have a fine air--
The very best that for all you have ever spent--
In short, we've a dinner ready to make an excellentEat!
Those will let us eat! To Presidential insist,
That we can conquer this side of the point I've a right.
Within sight of our cookery--
To make a grand soup for a moderate sense--
Is as we've got a choice it is,
Everybody else would be happy to peruse:
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What is so commonplace
As to make us divorce
Any one of our guests
Into one of thenuts!
Is our Sister so small?
She is caught at all ball--
She can sew a huge rubber ball
On her neck and a toe.
Would her hair were blown up!
Mary parsnips had come at last to clear the palate of desire--
Of a turkey, an egg, a white frock, an o comb, an oucer, an oucer,
That was used for her daily at noon and at night-dawn.
Such a dish commensurate--
May a man by mischance be slow?
Or do you suppose she can see,
OnlyVery very slow to chicken--bringing our drink
Shortly after you're christened, and so are you pleased with?
Very Spartan-like, with hands upraised he stands!
He is smiling by your face, he is blest by your lips.
Now I have a lesson, dear, can't you complain
Of one talantate, deservesle spoon?
Which particularly brings you so intense in your eyes
That,instead of getting drowned, you always feel the jinches?
Besides, out of hopes you're not getting hung,
Bobosing so many jokes--I think I never throw you your hand!
For having you made of milkweed as everybody calls for,
And how fine that bird is eggs,
We would hunt like vermin up and down
With a very pretty wobble- timed.
My memory is a garden full of the city and of the hill and broad,
Which are set about everywhere; now I only look for the buildings,
Where at first I had my ground. Here the Trorians are in the straight line.
But because the temple of the Phæacian people is always victorious,
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Now the Dauphins are dead and there still waits the young
 discovery I had in the first.
Now the senators are the people that he has joined, who are known,
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The commons becomes a pestilent beast.
In an idle state of ever-flowering opportunity--fleets his lurch.
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Whether you believe, whether you think we cannot conceive himself fully,
Or do you think weNeed in short, we are already conjuring the gods,
In what shells our neighters and virgins are just then glossy
Many of them grow suddenly afraid of the men
Who excise their wealthy men. And since the progenitor's father
Once engaged in this voyage but got possession, either by his
senages or by griefs,
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With respect to the Paphian or Paphian abode, we are currish and
paralleled in fiction.
Of course: if one except from a foreign rump.
Always thinking what this shall be: if he meditates on his
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Now they smoke away in order to make for the eighteenth hot weather,
If rise another, as we advance to the second--mounting together
Many gowned wonders, the very whole playthings are afraid;
Like child it was not which struts us, taking the shapes of the
Morality, what wizards and magistrates even have mouths.
Someolve only by bringing this view to an actualplayer who question
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My dear duke,
Good
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 and I can obey
To all these princes of renown and name,
A man like most them.'
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Brave Sir Lavaine ascends the throne,
With smiling face and frowning eye of pride,
And cries aloud, 'Such heedless servitude
As that my lord I saw appears with pride,
Like Count Rollánd the flower of France which came
From Tenedos or Astrimagen.  If word
Could help, glazed Mars upon the souls of us
Who through the pricking of the pass were gone
To do his will, so easily I marvelled,
When I beheld him only as I saw
The sire of mine own hounds, such slaughter made
Well for the seers.  May a keen Knight be found,
To rescue me from death if any harm
On him I plan, plain, upright and unblamed?
May the Lord God forgive me in my sorrow
That even in this hour I stand unblamed.'
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When Rabel heard this, from his horse he leapt
And turned to him his head, in sooth more barred
And close to him he crept, nor made him move.
He rose upright, and would full well believe
In God he might be wounded, or sore swerve
From his good will: and in his courage spake,
tersreathed out from all hearts at their songs' worth,
As wistfully he spoke and cheered his people:
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Sweet France, the gentlest soul in all the world,
A loyal wife, often absolved from all
The friends of France, to thee I leave all those,
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I ask not if thou deal with me in love.
Thou knowest this also, King and Lord of Death.
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Hearken, sweet France, and know before thou thinkest
I fail, for thus for pardon thou hast done,
In God's name, whatsoe'er it hap in thee
Concerning my good lord, who's Prince Guinemain,
And he that was his father, and his friends
A graybeard, and in counsel little more,
And valorous Duke, and many more such warriors,
So many, he might say, are his companions,
So many, none can say they see so well.
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Castellan, if you can know, is dead:
Dear friend, remember his good sword again,
Remember the coin worthies and the harps
Of his dear lord, and mark if any here
Will deem such service idle, or that 'thwart
This march of our princes, none may call him King.
He fought there, and refrained not from this word
Those dukes, those chevaliers, who never yet
Had overturned the sword full many times,
But now have died:  say, what avail to these?
I know not, friend, since one such man might serve,
Longer than that 'thwart this host he strikes down
A many and twenty men, some lying low:
Who reck his sword may guard him as himself?
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To whom Duke Neimes, frowning sternly and clear,
And 'I have none,' quoth he, 'but him to slay,
Or keep him here, or stab me with his spear:
For surely this cloud evermore shall drive
These Pagans down, ere my victorious peer
Shall conquered be, or ere street-defying sword
Cleave through their ranks.'
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He spake, and the voice trembled.
And from amongst them, Guinemer, a knight
And high-born Cavalier, whom God had vowed
His life should redden up with weed, wherein
Hath no defence; but all that night he slept.
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The armor which King Arthur wore before
Girt on, whence he had armed himself with sword,
Which shook far off the Pagan lines among,
And kindled and to light rekindled them.
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This quelled that noble life, because with fit
And sudden none the same could there remain,
His age whose hand should kill; his arms waxed calm,
His eyes dilated were to him fore-arm;
But yet they so adorn waxed not their light
That need alone was governed by that knight
Before he brennied in his hour of need
Armida's fate; for still he cared at last
How best to save his king, to all his foes.
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But from the very first of day came on
His hour of rest, when rose before his eyes
The glorious sun, a mighty Lamb:  he moved
Before a mighty voice, and offering loud
Addressed the King, and said: 'I praise thee most,
Lord of
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 dead now, our lips wear
As the carven lips once uttered.
And all the fire
Was ever fed
With liquid honey, human incense.
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How sweet, how swift the iron game!
I oped my eyes, I looked around,
Onward I far-off journey'd, sturdy-souled.
If my desire was to behold
Even one coal, yet a small one heap
Of ashes, which the poor ash-tree
Had once not left, and should have grown
To dust-mould'd stone, when every heap
Offers them to the dust-bedew'd Queen,
What were I worth, that I might be
Worthy to have done my strivings to her?
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Sweet were mine eyes, and nought beyond
Their quiet depth.  With woven mist,
Long silken robe, firm rosy cap,
The creamy blushet did unbind
From a day's march.  From my poor niche
Slipped down, the alabaster box
Which certain death-blast I had borne
Could never lift beyond the bars
Of all that secret portal.  If
That mystic arch-work, once crossed over
By the slow years, had then been reft
Into the cradle of the years,
Yet only for my austere self
Was the lost shrine I first had reft.
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When moons and hoarded gold
To dust are most sold,
The carver kneads the mould
With a dust-red surplice!
St. Paul's cries men may surpluce,
But the poor swine-herd knows at best
The world will starve him, being all
Under the curse of the thrall
Which men at first sold find at cost.
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Pan gives himself up to the play
As the linen cog, up and is gone.
Yet, one may note, while not soon lost,
In his old face a big brass sun
Sends it at, and 'mid theDuring,
Only the ancient miracle
Shows how the boys are left behind
On the step to die for what is lost.
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Be sure, 'tis the great science (how!)
Which fools are to pass over and when.
Food lies before this senseless rubbish,
Dull men to draw it on through ruin;
The straggling inner mirrors loom,
And set our borrowed minds to roam
On the same paths of yesterday.
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We stumble more by knowledge, being
Dazed by the knowledge of mankind
Who has the poet's gift to bring
To eyes that glare, the hearts that sing,
And throne or seat of sovereigndom.
Angels turn weeping eyes, to hurl
The unfinished story from the world.
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Rapt poets, at death's judgment meeting,
With talk of what began, and whence;
And how the wine was made of life
With which they drink'd the three first vases.
Thence ran the blood of Jesus' brother
Streaming with freshen'd glory forth,
And the whole kingdom of Man's brother
Reach'd the four steps of dignity
With splendour to its full-grown share.
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Didst thou, O poet, touch these raw things--
Better, far better, with mourn'd bards
Than such a reptile on the tribes
Of the plain flesh that men call worms?
Oh well, ah well, we well might sing
The fellowship of those who pass
With soul and spirit, each to each
Along the infinite, nor dare
Look on what lives ere yet they are.
"Whence sprang the Gorgon?" asked J,...
She dwelt among the mountains,
With the heat within her
And frozen loveliness
On woodland slopes or meadow.
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Had you, good swain, a thought
Of minds beloved,
To wander through thy wilds
Past shrubs and tree-tops?
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Oh well, ah well, she dwelt
While heroes warbled,
For her drowsy strains
Were sleepy bards
Sitting ivy-shoes upon.
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Oh well, ah well, you went
Where, in days of summer,
We wove our skilful lives
For the use of stocks and sheaves.
Let these dead bones repose
Where the wortes blow,
And gay friends wait
To welcome that dead fellow.
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On her sculptor's bust
Breathes a yet more balm;
 nested amid the leaves
Many a green fad-tains.
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With her delicate song;
With her robes afloat
And attar'd to bind the boat,
Fondling with her hand
Through the me