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and glance securely round. | 2 |
so that ye for them are made | 2 |
of course throw monstrous shadows: those who think | 0 |
he who plays with old iagoo | 2 |
“why won’t the farm next to it do for you?” | 2 |
on which an army once did feast, | 2 |
their country free and joyous-- | 1 |
o sun-hint that hath overspread | 2 |
the mad briareus of disunion rise, | 0 |
like your nest, | 2 |
leading downward to the river, | 2 |
a tyrian colony; the people made | 2 |
can storied urn or animated bust: | 2 |
but she spake: "bid hither gunnar, lest the sun sink o'er the bent, | 2 |
despised am i by those who call'd me friend | 3 |
the days pass over me | 2 |
knowing this, that never yet | 2 |
no, i won't be seein' nobody in the mornin', | 2 |
the crack as of her splitting. did she take | 2 |
i see them torn by gallic guns, | 0 |
thou feel'st it burning, in and in,--and fear | 0 |
your paynim heroes faster ride | 1 |
but all of them are bad enough | 0 |
_you_ took to follerin' where the prophets beckoned, | 2 |
godminster? is it fancy's play? | 2 |
so that my stern resolve was almost gone. | 2 |
meekly in the eternal footsteps trod, | 2 |
all along down "injin crik?" | 2 |
look down the shining peaks of all my days | 1 |
the wood giant | 2 |
tinkle, tinkle, sweetly it sung to us, | 1 |
has it become to thee a labyrinth never ending, | 0 |
on her changed world of ruin, waste and wrack, | 0 |
then along the river strand, | 2 |
these are the tales, or new or old, | 2 |
for her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, | 1 |
like morning glory | 1 |
the quavering thunder thereupon had ceas'd, | 3 |
to men below, | 2 |
they had not set there. who had set it there? | 2 |
kneeling ne'er spoiled silk stockings; quit thy state; | 0 |
sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned, | 2 |
shine knightly star and plume of snow? | 1 |
he said; and while he spoke, with flying speed | 2 |
from earth, with the waters of pain. | 0 |
sent by an hand unseen; | 2 |
till after-poets only knew | 2 |
to his aid the strong reverses | 2 |
and leave the words unspoken i yet have will to speak." | 2 |
the tablet telling where he "fell on sleep,"-- | 2 |
is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange. | 0 |
so there on an eve is sigurd in the ancient niblung hall, | 2 |
good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. | 1 |
to gather weeds in the regardless stream. | 2 |
and the lure of what is called heaven is little or nothing to me. | 3 |
me up like that. 'essence de la valliere'-- | 2 |
but when i read of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them; | 2 |
all these were round my steady paces. | 2 |
fearless but weary to thy arms i creep; | 3 |
those cobweb nerves he could not dull within. | 0 |
with dews of tropic morning wet, | 2 |
here those that in the rapid course delight, | 1 |
‘received that cheque.’ but you!... i send you funds | 2 |
and never be forgot in mighty rome | 1 |
fooled with your promises, | 0 |
thy mission to a world of woe. | 0 |
attend your brother to the stygian flood.” | 2 |
less often man--the harder of the two. | 2 |
shining and shouting each to each that place), | 2 |
and call that brilliant flower the painted cup. | 1 |
a privilege, i think, | 2 |
our frowning foemen of the night | 0 |
of sainthood in purple the pattern and pick, | 2 |
and bright in heaven's jewelled crown | 1 |
when, dreadful to behold, from sea we spied | 0 |
halcyons of memory, | 1 |
hale as the morn and happy as her song. | 1 |
and catered for it as the cretan bees | 2 |
some moment, nailed on sorrow's cross, | 0 |
and in the air, her new voice luting soft, | 1 |
with sincerest conviction their chairs to the shore; | 1 |
my prayer away i threw; | 2 |
an old smoaked blanket arches oer his head, | 2 |
the sundown's golden trail? | 1 |
far, far away, o ye | 2 |
our saxon tongue has known,-- | 2 |
“the nymph, who scatters flaming fires around, | 0 |
thus farr to try thee, adam, i was pleas'd, | 1 |
swifter far than youth's delight-- | 1 |
all autumn pil'd, though spring and autumn here | 2 |
for 'twas e'en as a great god's slaying, and they feared the wrath of the sky; | 0 |
but heaven in thy creation did decree, | 2 |
and i've been like that silly girl. | 0 |
burns in thee, child?--what good can thee betide, | 2 |
skins of otter, lynx, and ermine, | 2 |
to make a body curse. | 0 |
no, no, you have dismiss'd me; and i go | 2 |
and full of wonder, full of hope as he. | 1 |
were murmuring on the stifling air | 0 |
how poor these pallid phrases seem, | 0 |
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