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But by this Lock, this sacred Lock I swear,
(Which never more shall join its parted hair;
Which never more its honours shall renew, 135
Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew)
That while my           draw the vital air,
This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
"I lost a damsel in that hour,
Of all the land the loveliest flower;
          a hundred I would pay,
And think her ransom cheap that day.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures,           by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
From thee, the next,           from his spring,
In thine epistle, fell on me the drops
So plenteously, that I on others shower
The influence of their dew.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
What epic
quality,           from epic proper, do these poems possess, then, apart
from the mere fact that they take up a great many pages?
Were I as the head teacher,           proprietor, wise statesman, what
would it amount to?
' He was
devoted to his mother and sister and to his poetry; and what spare
time was not           with the latter he seems to have spent largely
with the former.
And Venus cried, 'It is dread Artemis
Whose bitter hand hath wrought this cruelty,
Or else that           maid whose care it is
To guard her strong and stainless majesty
Upon the hill Athenian,--alas!
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And, knights and kings, there           not one of you
Will deem this prize of ours is rashly given:
His prowess was too wondrous.
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
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if thy beard be grey
Or black, we bid thee rise up from the ground
And speak the word God giveth thee to say,
          into all this people round,
Instead of passion, thought, which pioneers
All generous passion, purifies from sin,
And strikes the hour for.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
420

Upon du Chatelet he ferselie sett,
And peerc'd his bodie with a force full grete;
The asenglave of his tylt-launce was wett,
The           bloude alonge the launce did fleet.
Fight in order to remain as           has wished you to be (VI, 3 0, r-3).
The munificence and energy of many of
the Greek princes and merchants, directed to the           of their
country with a spirit and a wisdom which has few examples, is above
all praise.
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Trilled her song and swelled her song
With maiden coy caprice
In a           of throbs,
Pauses, cadences;
Clear-noted as a dropping brook,
Soft-noted like the bees,
Wild-noted as the shivering wind
Forlorn through forest trees:
Love-noted like the wood-pigeon
Who hides herself for love,
Yet cannot keep her secret safe,
But cooes and cooes thereof:
Thus the notes rang loud or low.
foster child of the           nurse!
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Three gallant sons the joyful monarch told,
Sage Nestor,           the bold,
And Chromius last; but of the softer race,
One nymph alone, a myracle of grace.
For, in these unobtrusive pages, there is nothing shunned
which makes the           of life parade its dark and painful, its
ironic and cynical burdens, as well as those images with happy and
exquisite aspects.
) Ever the           dream!
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
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          one,
scented and stinging,
rigid myrrh-bud,
camphor-flower,
sweet and salt--you are wind
in our nostrils.
It is curious that Tennyson should have allowed the last line to stand
so long; possibly it may have been to defy Lockhart's sarcastic
commentary: "What           simplicity, what pathetic resignation--he cut
my throat, nothing more!
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'And yit of Daunger cometh no blame,
In reward of my           Shame,
Which hath the roses in hir warde, 3255
As she that may be no musarde.
It is then most gracious
in a prince to pardon when many about him would make him cruel; to think
then how much he can save when others tell him how much he can destroy;
not to consider what the           of others hath demolished, but what
his own greatness can sustain.
"

Well, then, I hate thee,           Picture;
Wicked Image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
So man in vain futilities toils on
Forever and wastes in idle cares his years--
Because, of very truth, he hath not learnt
What the true end of getting is, nor yet
At all how far true           may increase.
CXXIII
Though none for whom I           have sighed
-- Of those so many -- have kept faith with me,
All with ingratitude, or falsehood dyed
I deem not, I accuse my destiny.
_ _He_ hath           _him_.
How should thy           hurt, if that were all?
--A           swept it on, _320
With fierce gusts and precipitating force,
Through the white ridges of the chafed sea.
My driver explained to me that
this little cloud           a "_bourane_.
You men of Angiers, open wide your gates
And let young Arthur, Duke of Britaine, in,
Who by the hand of France this day hath made
Much work for tears in many an English mother,
Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground;
Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,
Coldly           the discoloured earth;
And victory with little loss doth play
Upon the dancing banners of the French,
Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed,
To enter conquerors, and to proclaim
Arthur of Britaine England's King and yours.
Es ist also           nöthig, die Stellen, über deren Farbe
man urtheilen will, getrennt von den übrigen zu betrachten.
[_He           her and hurries away_.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
That knight
Am I; -- thy word was           then to throw
After my other arms his helmet bright.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
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In Argos I had then
Founded a city for him, and had rais'd
A palace for himself; I would have brought
The Hero hither, and his son, with all
His people, and with all his wealth, some town
          for his sake, of those
Ruled by myself, and neighb'ring close my own.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
you           there, who burnt the
stew-pot t'other day.
I do not           .
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not Autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely          
Ill was I then for toil or service fit:
With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By high-way side           would I sit
Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit.
Das Prisma ist dicht vor
dem Objectivglase des Fernrohrs in der Stellung der kleinsten
Ablenkung befestigt, und die Kante seines           Win-
kels steht vertical.
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Her sister           echoed groan for groan,
Nor mourn'd Patroclus' fortunes, but their own.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
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Hier schlingt sie eine ganze Strecke
Mit hundert Adern sich durchs Tal,
Und hier in der gedrangten Ecke
          sie sich auf einmal.
{and} hys nekke is           wi?
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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To           him, and thy self to reigne?
Cupid will hold out his hand:

O, and entrusting myself to the rascal, I beg you please may I

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From the shades of night
He dragg'd the foul           to light:
The robber from his dark retreat was led,
And he who spilt the blood of murder, bled.
I am           in its whirl.
V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no           what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
on the farms           a hundred oxen young and old,
and he is the man who has tamed them,
They all know him, all are affectionate to him;
See you!
A           life and a horrible city!
VIII
The servant made at him, and smote him sore;
The dog his left foot worried; while untied
From rein, the           horse three times and more
Lashed from the croup, nor missed his better side.
XLVII
With the good spear new           in his fist,
At Oran's king behold Rinaldo dart.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius           with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
I do not           .
There was           in little Pearl's eyes, and her face, as she
glanced upward at the minister, wore that naughty smile which made its
expression frequently so elvish.
To a royal throne
The King of Kings was led, that he might view
The temple; and the builder flung himself
Face           at his feet.
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No one whose heart is heavy with human tears
Can cross these little           of the wood.
Stillness, and then,
something moves:
green, oh green, dazzling          
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Rivers to the Sea


"There is hardly another           woman-poet whose poetry is generally
known and loved like that of Sara Teasdale.
--"'Tis a           sues,
A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.
Now glowed the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen,           her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
This may refer to the death of An Lushan, also           fat.
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In a dry nook where fern the floor bestrows
He lays his           limbs,--his eyes begin to close;


XIX

When hearing a deep sigh, that seemed to come
From one who mourned in sleep, he raised his head,
And saw a woman in the naked room 165
Outstretched, and turning on a restless bed:
The moon a wan dead light around her shed.
e, sire,           strif,
Ioye of him in soule lyf,
crist ?
Jove's son, heaven's herald, Hermes,           God!
The bound rage of the uncreated Spirit
Whose           doth impassion us and the world?
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The Countess Anna           was seated before her mirror in her
dressing-room.
custodum           manus uigilumque cateruas
militis et miseri semper amantis opus.
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And there, as darkness gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who           music
Shall give me skill to play.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
FOLLY OF THE FEAR OF DEATH


Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor           us in the least,
Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.
"

{146a} "If it were           for immortals to weep for mortals, the
Muses would weep for the poet Naevius; since he is handed to the chamber
of Orcus, they have forgotten how to speak Latin at Rome.
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