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And licked the whole labour flat: so much for spite.
twice! Repeat what act has pleased, He may grow wroth. You must not know His ways, and play Him off, Sure of the issue. 'Doth the like himself: 'Spareth a squirrel that it nothing fears But steals the nut from underneath my thumb, And when I threat, bites stoutly in defence: 'Spareth an urchin that contrariwise, Curls up into a ball, pretending death For fright at my approach: the two ways please. But what would move my choler more than this, That either creature counted on its life To-morrow and next day and all days to come, Saying, forsooth, in the inmost of its heart, “Because he did so yesterday with me, “And otherwise with such another brute, “So must he do henceforth and always."-Ay? Would teach the reasoning couple what "must"
means! ’Doth as he likes, or wherefore Lord? So He. 'Conceiveth all things will continue thus, And we shall have to live in fear of Him So long as He lives, keeps His strength: no change, If He have done His best, make no new world To please Him more, so leave off watching this,
If He surprise not even the Quiet's self
at?" 'Would, to appease Him, cut a finger off, Or of my three kid yearlings burn the best, Or let the toothsome apples rot on tree, Or push my tame beast for the orc to taste: While myself lit a fire, and made a song And sung it, “What I hate, be consecrate “To celebrate Thee and Thy state, no mate “For Thee; what see for envy in poor me?”. Hoping the while, since evils sometimes mend, Warts rub away and sores are cured with slime, That some strange day, will either the Quiet catch And conquer Setebos, or likelier He
Decrepit may doze, doze, as good as die
move, And fast invading fires begin! White blazeA tree's head snaps—and there, there, there, there,
there, His thunder follows! Fool to gibe at Him! Lo! 'Lieth flat and loveth Setebos! 'Maketh his teeth meet through his upper lip, Will let those quails fly, will not eat this month One little mess of whelks, so he may 'scape!]
V “Now that I come to die,
Ah, reverend sir, not I!
Where the physic bottles stand
With a wall to my bedside hand.
From a house you could descry
Or green to a healthy eye?
Blue above lane and wall;
Is the house o'ertopping all.
At a terrace, somewhere near the stopper,
There watched for me, one June,
My poor mind's out of tune.
Close by the side, to dodge
"They styled the house““ The Lodge." What right had a lounger up their lane?
But, by creeping very close, With the good wall's help,—their eyes might
As she left the attic, there,
And stole from stair to stair,
We loved, sir-used to meet:
But then, how it was sweet!
MAY AND DEATH
I WISH that when you died last May,
Aye, and, for me, the fourth part too.
There must be many a pair of friends Who, arm in arm, deserve the warm
Moon-births and the long evening-ends.
So, for their sake, be May still May!
Let their new time, as mine of old, Do all it did for me: Í bid
Sweet sights and sounds throng manifold. Only, one little sight, one plant,
Woods have in May, that starts up green Save a sole streak which, so to speak,
Is spring's blood, spilt its leaves between That, they might spare; a certain wood
Might miss the plant; their loss were small: But 1,-whene'er the leaf grows there,
Its drop comes from my heart, that's all.
DEAF AND DUMB
NLY the prism's obstruction shows aright
The secret of a sunbeam, breaks its light Into the jewelled bow from blankest white,
So may a glory from defect arise: Only by Deafness may the vexed Love wreak Its insuppressive sense on brow and cheek, Only by Dumbness adequately speak As favoured mouth could never, through the