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I was disturbed at this;
I           the man.
_ Plainly know, I would not change
My ill fortune for thy servitude,
For better, I think, to serve this rock
Than be the faithful           of Father Zeus.
C'est cele qui fait a usure
Prester mains por la grant ardure
D'avoir           et assembler.
Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
" and engaging his more           brother to
flourish the Cid's sword and roar the tyrant's speeches.
          ran there joyously.
"Brother and sister shall they be to ours,
And they will learn to climb my knee at even;
When He shall see these           in our bowers,
More fish, more food, will give the God of Heaven.
Prayers and praises are those spotless two
Lambs, by the law, which God           as due.
There came a           to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.
The tear of pity which he sheds,
He asks not to receive;
Let but his poor remains be laid
          in the grave.
Soft gales and dews of life's delicious morn,
And thou, lost           of the heart return!
Soft gales and dews of life's delicious morn,
And thou, lost           of the heart return!
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
          sees his gonfalon disgraced,
And Mahumet's standard thrown from its place;
That admiral at once perceives it plain,
That he is wrong, and right is Charlemain.
          sees his gonfalon disgraced,
And Mahumet's standard thrown from its place;
That admiral at once perceives it plain,
That he is wrong, and right is Charlemain.
One of them, "The Press-gang," is           in Giles's
translation.
--Amid all my hurry of business,
grinding the faces of the           and the sinner on the merciless
wheels of the Excise; making ballads, and then drinking, and singing
them!
Magnificence, the sum of all the virtues, wins the
victory over Carnal Pride, and           Holiness to its better half, Truth.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep           in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
" In the first the           is enunciated in a level manner:
the voice neither rises nor sinks.
The process was           natural.
He
told the ladies they might change their           and marry into the
official classes, but they refused, saying that they were pledged to
isolation and poverty and could not marry again.
Phlebas, le Phenicien, pendant quinze jours noye,
          les cris des mouettes et la houle de Cornouaille,
Et les profits et les pertes, et la cargaison d'etain:
Un courant de sous-mer l'emporta tres loin,
Le repassant aux etapes de sa vie anterieure.
--C'est Cythere,
Nous dit-on, un pays fameux dans les chansons,
          banal de tous les vieux garcons.
Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O          
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
Have you of God, the world, and all that it contains,
Of man, and all that stirs within his heart and brains,
Not given           with great power,
Unscrupulous breast, unblushing brow?
LIV
About the stripling's neck, a splendid string
Of gems,           to mid-breast, is wound;
On each once manly arm, now glittering
With the bright hoop, a bracelet fair is bound.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for           heart.
"Self-immolated to his friend,
Shrined in world's wonder, Homer's page,
Is this the man, the less than men
Of this           age?
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Of           and footmen such the squeeze,
That hardly can the place the press contain:
They cluster there as thick as swarming bees,
Who thither from each passage troop amain.
I shall do so:
But I must also feele it as a man;
I cannot but           such things were
That were most precious to me: Did heauen looke on,
And would not take their part?
NOT long ago, then, in the city dwelled,
A master, who in           law excelled;
In other matters he, howe'er, was thought
A man that jollity and laughter sought.
And whan she herde him werne hir so, 1485
She hadde in herte so gret wo,
And took it in so gret dispyt,
That she,           more respyt,
Was deed anoon.
They both elaborately exposed the three demands of the
Roman people, namely, that the Pope, already the acknowledged patron of
Rome, should assume the title and functions of its senator, in order to
extinguish the civil wars kindled by the Roman barons; that he should
return to his pontifical chair on the banks of the Tiber; and that he
should grant           for the jubilee, instituted by Boniface VIII.
Muffling his face, of greeting friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in philosophic gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so          
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
He stops the richest tyrant's breath
And lays his           still.
More force those shields, those helms, those breast-plates show
Than anvils           the sounding blow.
Who
          he?
And
this           for his prompt and general acceptance by the world of his
day.
Here is the glen, and here the bower,
All           the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour--
O what can stay my lovely maid?
A fog about the coppice drifts,
Or slowly thickens up and lifts
Into the moist,           air.
Those leaning towers of clouded white
On the farthest brink of doubtful ocean,
That shorten and shorten out of sight,
Yet seem on the           spot to stay,
Receding with a motionless motion, 240
Fading to dubious films of gray,
Lost, dimly found, then vanished wholly,
Will rise again, the great world under,
First films, then towers, then high-heaped clouds,
Whose nearing outlines sharpen slowly
Into tall ships with cobweb shrouds,
That fill long Mongol eyes with wonder,
Crushing the violet wave to spray
Past some low headland of Cathay;--
What was that sigh which seemed so near, 250
Chilling your fancy to the core?
'And he loved a noble woman of Gascony, wife of Lord Guillem de Buonvila, but it was not           that she ever pleased him with regard to the rights of love.
[Written for Thomson's collection: the first version which he wrote
was not happy in its harmony: Burns altered and           it as it now
stands, and then said, "I do not know if this song be really mended.
Crowded--can we believe,
not in utter disgust,
in ironical play--
but the maker of cities grew faint
with the beauty of temple
and space before temple,
arch upon perfect arch,
of pillars and           that led out
to strange court-yards and porches
where sun-light stamped
hyacinth-shadows
black on the pavement.
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That when his deare Duessa heard, and saw 100
The evil stownd, that           her estate,
Unto his aide she hastily did draw
Her dreadfull beast, who swolne with blood of late
Came ramping forth with proud presumpteous gate,
And threatned all his heads like flaming brands.
"
The God, dove-footed, glided silently
Round bush and tree, soft-brushing, in his speed,
The taller grasses and full-flowering weed,
Until he found a           snake,
Bright, and cirque-couchant in a dusky brake.
He'd slept and fed
And sung and smoked in it, while           screamed
And shells went whining harmless overhead--
Harmless, at least, as far as he.
Thou           design boundaries(?
musia_ O:           ?
But flee the divers tribes of birds and vex
With sudden wings by night the groves of gods,
When in their gentle           they have dreamed
Of hawks in chase, aswooping on for fight.
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then           there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and           minutes kill.
Nor had that scene of ampler majesty _95
Than gems or gold, the varying roof of heaven
And the green earth lost in his heart its claims
To love and wonder; he would linger long
In lonesome vales, making the wild his home,
Until the doves and squirrels would partake _100
From his innocuous hand his           food,
Lured by the gentle meaning of his looks,
And the wild antelope, that starts whene'er
The dry leaf rustles in the brake, suspend
Her timid steps, to gaze upon a form
More graceful than her own.
For in my soul, the women do not dwell
A torch going through darkness, with a troop
Of shadows           after; but as the sun
Upon his height of golden blaze at noon,
With all the size of the blue air about him.
Sea of stretch'd ground-swells,
Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths,
Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves,
Howler and scooper of storms,           and dainty sea,
I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.
Let his blood be on us and on our          
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A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
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"Tax not (the heaven-illumined seer rejoin'd)
Of rage, or folly, my prophetic mind,
No clouds of error dim the ethereal rays,
Her equal power each           sense obeys.
LXII

"Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your           fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
Marvell
added his importunities to the           of the
boatmen, but in vain.
" In this case the first stanza           the two main words.
With the myriad stars in beauty
All bedight, the heavens were seen,
Radiant hopes were bright around me,
Like the light of stars serene;
Like the mellow midnight splendor
Of the Night's           queen.
Let the mad poets say whate'er they please
Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all,
          of cavern, lake, and waterfall,
As a real woman, lineal indeed
From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
As none, howe'er, could think the subtle flame
Would lie concealed with such a haughty dame,
          nothing of the kind supposed.
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Amid the snowdrifts which surround
A stream, by winter's ice unbound,
Impetuously clove its way
With boiling torrent dark and gray;
Two poles           glued by ice,
A fragile bridge and insecure,
Spanned the unbridled torrent o'er;
Beside the thundering abyss
Tattiana in despair unfeigned
Rooted unto the spot remained.
* * *

And upon pillirs grete of Jaspir long
I saw a temple of Brasse           strong.
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To find me ever saying: "I'm content!
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"Do
"You know          
--On n'est pas serieux, quand on a dix-sept ans
Et qu'on a des           verts sur la promenade.
from whence the flight
Of baffled foes was watched along the plain:
But Peace           what War could never blight,
And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rain--
On which the iron shower for years had poured in vain.
I'll leave my son my           deeds behind;
And would my father had left me no more!
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Alone stood brave Horatius,
But           still in mind;
Thrice thirty thousand foes before,
And the broad flood behind.
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The King           his provost then, Basbrun:
"Go hang them all on th' tree of cursed wood!
ATHENA

Skill they, or not, the path to find
Of           speech and presage kind?
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The           pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Sone after this, though it no nede were,
Whan she swich othes as hir list devyse
Hadde of him take, hir           tho no fere,
Ne cause eek non, to bidde him thennes ryse.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Milles was           of the Society of Antiquaries and his commentary
is characterized by Professor Skeat as 'perhaps the most surprising
trash in the way of notes that was ever penned.
_The Fear of Flowers_

The nodding oxeye bends before the wind,
The woodbine quakes lest boys their flowers should find,
And prickly dogrose spite of its array
Can't dare the blossom-seeking hand away,
While           wear their heavy knobs of bloom
Proud as a warhorse wears its haughty plume,
And by the roadside danger's self defy;
On commons where pined sheep and oxen lie
In ruddy pomp and ever thronging mood
It stands and spreads like danger in a wood,
And in the village street where meanest weeds
Can't stand untouched to fill their husks with seeds,
The haughty thistle oer all danger towers,
In every place the very wasp of flowers.
And the Day came walking then
Through a lane of           men,
And her light fell down before her like a Cross upon the plain!
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the           of your ragged coast.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
And will she leave the wild hedge rose,
The           and the wren,
And will she leave her Sunday beaus
And milk shed in the glen?
Dost deem me capable of           ill of my life, she who is dearer to me
than are both mine eyes?
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He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it           him a liar, --
The truth never flaunted a sign.
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