Unless you call me, all the same, Familiarly by my pet name, 20 Which if the Three should hear you call, He sings Past we glide, and past, and past! Where they make the shutters fast? To his couch the purchased bride: Past we glide! Past we glide, and past, and past! Like a beacon to the blast? Guests by hundreds, not one caring If the dear host's neck were wried: 30 35 Till a ruddier ray 40 45 75 She sings He speaks, musing Lie back; could thought of mine improve you? From this shoulder let there spring A wing; from this, another wing; 135 Of the staidness and reserve, I scarce could breathe to see you reach 145 To catch him ere he climbed too high This coiled hair on your head, unrolled, 150 As if the wounded lotus-blossoms 155 161 164 170 Stay longer yet, for others' sake 2 parrot. 175 180 ⚫ spring. And how your pictures must descend To that prim saint by Haste-thee-Luke! She speaks 190 195 200 To-morrow, if a harp-string, say, Your gondola-let Zorzi wreathe A mesh of water-weeds about Its prow, as if he unaware 210 Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, 5 Cared-for till cock-crow: Look out if yonder be not day again Rimming the rock-row! That's the appropriate country; there, men's thought, Rarer, intenser, ΙΟ Had struck some quay or bridge-foot stair! Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought, That I may throw a paper out There's Zanze's vigilant taper; safe are Chafes in the censer. Sleep, crop and herd! sleep, darkling When he had gathered all books had to thorpe and croft, give! Leaden before, his eyes grew dross of lead: Tussis 2 attacked him. "Now, master, take a little rest!"-not Step two abreast, the way winds nar rowly!) Not a whit troubled, Back to his studies, fresher than at first, Fierce as a dragon 55 "Up with the curtain!" This man said rather, "Actual life comes He next? Patience a moment! (soul-hydroptic 3 with a sacred thirst) Sucked at the flagon. Grant I have mastered learning's crabbed Oh, if we draw a circle premature, Heedless of far gain, 05 Did not he magnify the mind, show Lofty designs must close in like effects: 145 clear Just what it all meant? 105 Loftily lying, Leave him-still loftier than the world suspects, Living and dying. THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB ROME, 15 Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews-sons mine. . . ah God, I know not! Well That low man goes on adding one to She, men would have to be your mother That, has the world here—should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed Seeking shall find him. once, Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was! 5 side, Dead long ago, and I am Bishop since, Life, how and what is it? As here I lie 10 In this state-chamber, dying by degrees, So, with the throttling hands of death Hours and long hours in the dead night, Properly based Oun I ask "Do I live, am I dead?" Peace, peace seems all. Saint Praxed's ever was the church for peace; He settled Hoti's business-let it be! And so, about this tomb of mine. I Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De, With tooth and nail to save my niche, Dead1 from the waist down. |