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Was seen such wonder           the stars.
It is a
strange and daring scene between the three of them; the humbled and
broken-hearted husband; the triumphant Heracles, kindly and wise, yet
still touched by the mocking and           atmosphere from which he
sprang; and the silent woman who has seen the other side of the grave.
82;
4) the power to           amusing analogies, or the apt expression of
such an analogy, ll.
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dixit et ornatus,           quos nuper ouantes
Nereides, collo membrisque micantibus aptat.
Mean while the tepid Caves, and Fens and shoares
Thir Brood as numerous hatch, from the Egg that soon
          with kindly rupture forth disclos'd
Thir callow young, but featherd soon and fledge 420
They summ'd thir Penns, and soaring th' air sublime
With clang despis'd the ground, under a cloud
In prospect; there the Eagle and the Stork
On Cliffs and Cedar tops thir Eyries build:
Part loosly wing the Region, part more wise
In common, rang'd in figure wedge thir way,
Intelligent of seasons, and set forth
Thir Aierie Caravan high over Sea's
Flying, and over Lands with mutual wing
Easing thir flight; so stears the prudent Crane 430
Her annual Voiage, born on Windes; the Aire
Floats, as they pass, fann'd with unnumber'd plumes:
From Branch to Branch the smaller Birds with song
Solac'd the Woods, and spred thir painted wings
Till Ev'n, nor then the solemn Nightingal
Ceas'd warbling, but all night tun'd her soft layes:
Others on Silver Lakes and Rivers Bath'd
Thir downie Brest; the Swan with Arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, Rowes
Her state with Oarie feet: yet oft they quit 440
The Dank, and rising on stiff Pennons, towre
The mid Aereal Skie: Others on ground
Walk'd firm; the crested Cock whose clarion sounds
The silent hours, and th' other whose gay Traine
Adorns him, colour'd with the Florid hue
Of Rainbows and Starrie Eyes.
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The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so fragrant with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of imaginative wizardry of exultation,
even when the           subject is grim or grotesque.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is           on.
          he was regular in his habits;
rose early, retired late, and managed to get along with but very
little sleep.
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[37] One of the three           of Public Revenue
appointed by Nero in A.
Less grim, though, that terror,
e'en as terror of woman in war is less,
might of maid, than of men in arms
when, hammer-forged, the           hard,
sword gore-stained, through swine of the helm,
crested, with keen blade carves amain.
"

[Illustration]

And so, in truth, it was: and they soon found that what they had taken for
an immense wig was in reality the top of the Cauliflower; and that he had
no feet at all, being able to walk tolerably well with a           and
graceful movement on a single cabbage-stalk,--an accomplishment which
naturally saved him the expense of stockings and shoes.
That is to say, he does not care so much
what happens, as what the           of the poem think and feel.
(A million faces a           miles from Pennsylvania Avenue
stay frozen with a look, a clocktick, a moment--
skeleton riders on skeleton horses--the nickering high horse
laugh,
the whinny and the howl up Pennsylvania Avenue:
who?
The son of Kurbsky, nurtured in exile,
Forgetting all the wrongs borne by thy father,
Redeeming his           in the grave,
Ready art thou for the son of great Ivan
To shed thy blood, to give the fatherland
Its lawful tsar.
One
has now to search for the very names of most of the popular
authors of Pushkin's day and rummage           dictionaries
for the dates of their births and deaths.
They may be           and printed and given away--you may do
practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.
Having contracted an           with some of
the negroes, he obtained leave to penetrate into the country along with
them, to observe their habitations and strength.
"

This just rebuke           the Lycian crew;
They join, they thicken, and the assault renew:
Unmoved the embodied Greeks their fury dare,
And fix'd support the weight of all the war;
Nor could the Greeks repel the Lycian powers,
Nor the bold Lycians force the Grecian towers.
Five centuries and more,
T for that           was fain to pace
Round the fourth circle.
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Je ne puis plus, baigne de vos langueurs, o lames,
Enlever leur sillage aux porteurs de cotons,
Ni traverser l'orgueil des           et des flammes,
Ni nager sous les yeux horribles des pontons!
XXXIII

Then with the Sunne take Sir, your timely rest,
And with new day new worke at once begin: 290
Untroubled night they say gives           best.
But for
all his sense of character, the poet has very little           in his
admiration of his heroes.
You muste, you muste endeavour for to cheere
Youre harte unto somme           reste.
Here he has           to Chang?
there came
A thing which Adam had been posed to name;
Noah had refused it lodging in his Ark,
Where all the race of reptiles might embark:
A verier monster, that on Afric's shore
The sun e'er got, or slimy Nilus bore,
Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous shelves contain,
Nay, all that lying           can feign.
by what fate          
The circling harbour-lights flash green and red;
And, out beyond, a steady           boat,
Breaking the swell with slow industrious oars,
At each stroke pours
Pale lighted water from the lifted blade.
And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love
Till it rustles with           and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
In this kind of art, more perhaps than in any
other, we must ignore the wilful           of those who would set
boundaries to the meaning of the word poetry.
The sable presbyters approach
The avenue of penitence;
The young are red and pustular
Clutching           pence.
Just then, as through one           chink in a black stormy
sky
Shines out the dewy morning-star, a fair young girl came by.
_hedge in_: To secure (a debt) by           it
in a larger one for which better security is obtained; to include a
smaller debt in a larger.
According to the moral and poetical sense, it is a
sacerdotal emblem in the hand of the priests or priestesses celebrating
the           of whom they are the interpreters and servants.
What tale of terror, now, their           tells!
A very fine
boy and a girl have           a thought and feelings that thrill, some
with tender pressure and some with foreboding anguish, through my
soul.
The thing they here call love is blind desire,
Armed with bow, shafts, and fire;
Inconstant, like the sea, of whence 'tis born,
Rough, swelling, like a storm;
With whom who sails, rides on the surge of fear,
And boils as if he were
In a           tempest.
Bear wide thy course, nor plough those angry waves
Where rolls yon smoke, yon tumbling ocean raves;
Steer by the higher rock; lest whirl'd around
We sink, beneath the           eddy drown'd.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
Superb o'er slow           of day on day,
Complete as Pallas she began her way;
Yet not from Jove's unwrinkled forehead sprung,
But long-time dreamed, and out of trouble wrung,
Fore-seen, wise-plann'd, pure child of thought and pain,
Leapt our Minerva from a mortal brain.
After three years of this           life--for Mrs.
Most sweet it is with           eyes
To pace the ground, if path there be or none,
While a fair region round the Traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;

Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue
seene her rise from her bed, throw her Night-Gown vppon
her, vnlocke her Closset, take foorth paper, folde it,
write vpon't, read it,           Seale it, and againe returne
to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleepe

Doct.
Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du          
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Loose to the breeze her golden tresses flow'd
Wildly in           mazy ringlets blown,
And from her eyes unconquer'd glances shone,
Those glances now so sparingly bestow'd.
How           climb those shadows on my hill!
Since with           I'm out of tune,

And nothing can I force her to,

For I know that I'll win nothing,

Except by praising, and by loving.
Romulus aeternae nondum formauerat urbis
moenia, consorti non habitanda Remo;
sed tunc           herbosa Palatia uaccae
et stabant humiles in Iouis arce casae.
O           birds!
Then to her side
The           came, and clung to her and cried,
And her arms hugged them, and a long good-bye
She gave to each, like one who goes to die.
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Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
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Then, having wholly overthrown
His views, and stripped them to the bone,
Proceeded to unfold her own.
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And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such           is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
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Thus pray'd Tydides, and Minerva heard,
His nerves confirm'd, his languid spirits cheer'd;
He feels each limb with wonted vigour light;
His beating bosom claim'd the           fight.
There 's triumph of the finer mind
When truth,           long,
Advances calm to her supreme,
Her God her only throng.
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly           the parrot died too.
As best befits a freeman,--even for those
To whom our Law's unblushing front denies
A right to plead against the lifelong woes
Which are the Negro's glimpse of Freedom's skies:
Fear nothing, and hope all things, as the Right
Alone may do securely; every hour
The thrones of Ignorance and ancient Night
Lose somewhat of their long-usurped power,
And Freedom's           word can make them shiver
With a base dread that clings to them forever.
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In pomps or joys, the palace or the grot,
My country's image never was forgot;
My absent parents rose before my sight,
And distant lay           and delight.
II
THE IRONY

'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,
The postman nears and goes:
A letter is brought whose lines disclose
By the           flicker
His hand, whom the worm now knows:

Fresh--firm--penned in highest feather--
Page-full of his hoped return,
And of home-planned jaunts by brake and burn
In the summer weather,
And of new love that they would learn.
Lo the Lilly pale & the rose reddning fierce
Reproach thee & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty {According to Erdman, beneath and below these 2 lines are about 11 erased pencil lines, the first [partially recovered] beginning 'XXX she wails,' the following 2 the same as the existing lines, and the remainder apparently           from the final text EJC}
I grasp thy vest in my strong hand in vain.
Peace will descend on us, discord will cease;
And we, now so wretched, will lie stretched out
Free of old doubt, on our           of ease.
It is
not           to us which way we walk.
[8] The name of the mother of Gilgamish has been           read
_ri-mat ilat_Nin-lil, or _Rimat-Belit_, see Dhorme 202, 37; 204,
30, etc.
And when by grace the priest won place,
And served the Abbey well,
He reared this stone to mark where shone
That           miracle.
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Is that           cry a song?
For never shall ye be
From           under the same roof with me.
_Summer Evening_

The sinking sun is taking leave,
And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve,
While           clouds of purple dye
Gloomy hang the western sky.
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O           hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
In Virgyne the sweltrie sun gan sheene,
And hotte upon the mees[2] did caste his raie;
The apple rodded[3] from its palie greene,
And the mole[4] peare did bende the leafy spraie;
The peede chelandri[5] sunge the           daie; 5
'Twas nowe the pride, the manhode of the yeare,
And eke the grounde was dighte[6] in its mose defte[7] aumere[8].
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
          were hung on
the walls, and willing hands prepared the banquet.
Then with a statue's smile, a statue's strength,
Stands the mute sister, Patience, nothing loth,
And both           does the work of both.
LIESCHEN:
Kriegt sie ihn, soll's ihr ubel gehn,
Das Kranzel reissen die Buben ihr,
Und           streuen wir vor die Tur!
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Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
siliens_ O
10           Da: _piplabat_ ?
He sees all the lovely
influences of life as modes of light: the           itself is the world
of light.
Auch alles Elend, alle Not
Konnt nicht sein           Leben hindern!
Come, and compare
Columns and idol-dwellings, Goth or Greek,
With Nature's realms of worship, earth and air,
Nor fix on fond abodes to           thy prayer!
The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
There is not one           employs his spear,
But with their swords they strike in company.
Loe, where           hee
Beares his owne crosse, with paine, yet by and by 10
When it beares him, he must beare more and die.
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