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2 "O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, Dear mother Ida, hearken e'er I die." 3" Wreathes her brows with sedge."

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At whose bright presence darkness flies away."

5 A rag, bone, and bottle shop.

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Here at the portal thou dost stand,
And with thy little hand

Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land."

"Chivalric virtue,

Yet 'mid thieves 'tis known."

XVIII.

1 Here, bluest to thee were the skies,

For her dear sake, who freely all had given
Of earthly honour that was hers to give.

2 To thee, oh mighty son of unfam'd hammer-man. 1 Thus drawn, the lazy barges rouse

Scarce a ripple on Cam's breast serene. 2 This makes the entrance to thy house, Oh Senate, oft a frantic scene.

3 This he'd ne'er brook his men to see. As this his work will still be known

4 When novel it has ceased to be,

And grey and seamed the now fresh stone.

5 Thus had he died, how long had been

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Thy sixth, his labour to complete.

Yet, truth be told: at one time well I ween,

7 This had been liker his proud form to greet, Than the now praises murmur'd low and sweet In chapel fam'd,-his ashes at thy feet.

XIX.

Two partings.

1 "I learnt to be a brave man constantly, ** Because I know, by instinct and my soul, The day comes that our sacred Troy must fall, And Priam and his people. Knowing which, I have no such grief for all my Trojans' sake, As, sweet, for thee. There's no man in

the world

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Can send me to the grave apart from fate."

2 "Howbeit I know, if ancient prophecies

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Have err'd not, that I march to meet my doom.
Thou hast not made my life so sweet to me,
That I, the king, should greatly care to live:
For thou hast spoilt the purpose of my life."

"O, and is all forgot?

All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence ?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,

Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion."

2 "It is the very

of the moon;

She comes more near the earth than she was wont, And makes men mad."

3 "I am the

to this pale sweet swan,

Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death."

4 "Oh! for the- of a vanished hand."

5 "All is not gold that glitters."

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"Bold Prometheus did aspire,

And stole from heaven the seeds of fire."

XX.

1 A common flower; the children's Christmas spree. 2 Grown in a bed; oft groans in bed to be.

1 "My first a little thing what hops."
2 I feed the Nile, enrich the crops.

3 Sow me in Spring, and I'll make Christmas gay.
4 Unsown each year, I, too, make bright array.
5 I sped and flourish'd in the good old days.

6 When fiddlers play'd, and girls' steps trod my maze. 7 The many-islèd sea towards the East.

8 Old-fashion'd greeting past 'twixt churl and priest. 9 The fierce opponent of Sir Robert Peel.

10 My meaning's long, whether for woe or weal.

XXI.

1 "Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday; 2 "A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony."

1 Poor wretch! condemned for life.

2 A slight staff in hard strife.

3 A sloth with such coarse hair!

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4 Splendid when rough, more pleasant far when fair.

5 A modern poetess.

6 Pray storm a little less!

7 Once mighty sea-port, now a lonely heap.

8 Term geological;

9 Sweet hay, in slumber deep.

XXII.

1 A land of giants, see.

2 Their vast homes formed of me.

1 Dry germ of tender flowers and leaves.

2 In pond'rous form this great queen grieves. 3 Last home of many a king of old.

4 My males were slain in slaughter cold.

5 Thy yellow meads once spake of loved ones dead. 6 Their bright day o'er,—with me to darkness wed.

1 Sweet little darling!

XXIII.

2 And how sweet am I.

1 E'en farthing rushlight has its charms for me. 2 If, now, 'tis bliss, no further let him see.

3 If I'm of wine, and good, then spare me praise. 4 Italian faction, of the good old days.

5 Abbot of Clugny fam'd for fasts and lore.

6 Ladies still wear what ages back they wore.

7 A Saxon king, great foe of one wild beast. 8 Colonial city,—of the West, not East.

9 Extremest point of finger or of toe.

10 Vast debt to this good man doth Greenland owe.

XXIV.

Two female moralists.

1 His tale is old but still it stirs all hearts.
2 A name that comfort bears to those death parts.
3 A Scotch cathedral's dedicate to thee.

4 The lady of the lake, of minstrelsy.

5 A name most quaint, and yet some like it rather. 6 Prince Hal doth Harry succeed: not Turkish son to father.

7 A vowel and a consonant; would right word there were!

8 Surnam'd magnificent, a weight he well could bear. 9 One of Sir Rowland's many sons in Shakespeare's well-known play.

10 In Roslin's fane lie twenty knights, but she is far

away.

XXV.

1 No care for self could this free hand restrain. 2 Reformer great !—This life not lived in vain.

1 A satirist :—and all three this to those 'mongst whom they dwelt.

2 To Margaret of this royal house fortune hard measure dealt.

3 Thousands, or one, or may be scores, have beaten, still may beat me.

4 This, hero young, still bravely tell, however ill they treat thee.

5 Though made of wood, or even stone,―thy glass gives back but thine.

6 One faithful to the king he deem'd alone had right divine.

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XXVI.

My first encompasses the world.

2 My second is making its way through my first. 1 The nerve most priz'd if I would see my first.

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