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Darius was elected king by the           of a horse; sacred white horses were in the army of Cyrus; and Xerxes, retreating after his defeat, was preceded by the sacred horses and consecrated chariot.
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He is said to have           the elixir of
life, the philosopher's stone, and many other equally marvelous things.
) to us twain,
And give Him           praise.
Now
the amazing credulity of these learned people is one of the least
comprehensible           of our poet's strange life.
--Now for fashion: it consists in four things,
which are           of your style.
Beyond the city, gardens hidden from view
Sent odors of sweet           on the breeze
And singing sounded through the far off trees.
what crowds in ev'ry land,
All           and forlorn,
Thro' weary life this lesson learn,
That man was made to mourn.
By           a drama full of the spirit of Ares.
_ Elizabeth, daughter of
Thomas, first Lord Leigh of Stoneleigh, in Warwickshire, married John,
third           Tracy.
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himself           and with respect.
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At the outbreak of the war he           in the
Nineteenth Royal Fusiliers, known as the Public Schools Battalion, and
received a commission as Second Lieutenant in the Rifle Brigade, in May,
1915.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
--Who he was
That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod
First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree,
Now wild, to bend its arms in           shade,
I well remember.
Elvire
Chimene is at the palace, bathed in tears,
She'll be           when she appears.
Man: His ransom, if my whole inheritance
May compass it, shall           be paid
And numberd down: much rather I shall chuse
To live the poorest in my Tribe, then richest,
And he in that calamitous prison left.
He did: and with an           Sir, not I
The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
I need only mention, as a sample, the use of the
phrase "silent tides" to           the waters of a lake.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Tchekalinsky paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely answering all questions and           smiling.
As it has been suggested that much of the misunderstanding of the former
volume was due to the fact that we did not explain           in a preface,
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for through the long and common night,

Morris, our sweet and simple Chaucer's child,
Dear heritor of Spenser's tuneful reed,
With soft and sylvan pipe has oft beguiled
The weary soul of man in           need,
And from the far and flowerless fields of ice
Has brought fair flowers to make an earthly paradise.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
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My           true and only Comforter.
"

A vigor apparent only when we keep in mind the artless           of
the speaker and the four feet of the favorite, one for each wind.
Little enough, I fear;
We           to make folks useful here.
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{and} yit the harde thinges
as stoones clyuen {and} holden hyr partyes to gydere
ryht faste {and} harde / {and}           hem in withstondenge 2768
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text.
Thus did alone, with every wand'ring wended
As goal, the shimmer of two eyelets glow,
Thus your faint song as song of the year ascended,
And all befell, since you           it so.
o,
So           was his chere; 780
(66)
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          among you I descry
New faces.
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I'll see the witness to my           amour
Noting the manner in which I greet his father,
My heart full of the sighs he would not embrace,
My eyes wet with the tears scorned by that ingrate.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
is obviously
necessary if we are to have _two_           regions.
Cessez donc de chercher, o belle          
[This letter was first           by Hubert Chambers, who considered it
as closing the enquiry, "was Burns a married man?
The first is raised of men from Butenrot,
The next, after, Micenes, whose heads are gross;
Along their backs, above their spinal bones,
As they were hogs, great           on them grow.
I do love thee, meek          
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
          by a weekend at the Metropole.
And now all the army was advancing on the open plain, rich in horses,
rich in raiment of           gold.
Or that the Devil, to whom they liken me, 40
Would aid his          
Meanwhile keep watch upon the door,
Nor let the           leave his chair,
Lest he should vanish into air,
And thus elude our search once more.
While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose           glow
Reflected in the slabbed steps below,
Mild as a star in water; for so new,
And so unsullied was the marble hue,
So through the crystal polish, liquid fine,
Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine
Could e'er have touch'd there.
Petrarch was           and treated by the Colonnas Like a child of their
family.
Is wealth thy           game?
I will not be          
hath any ram
Slip't from the fold, or young Kid lost his dam,
Or           weather the pen't flock forsook?
See           Works_, 1901,
iv.
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          with excommunication several times for his dissolute life and challenges to Church authority, he was later reconciled.
, first printed in           Leaves_.
These are chiefly
landscapes of an           cast--such as the fairy grottoes of
Stanfield, or the lake of the Dismal Swamp of Chapman.
[8]

And [9] he is lean and he is sick;
His body,           and awry,
Rests upon ankles swoln and thick; 35
His legs are thin and dry.
And with a little           of
impatience, such as we may well imagine him to have indulged in during
his later years, he cries:

Why did I write?
185) was           written about the same time, and to these
years--1598 to about 1608--belong also, I am inclined to think, the
group of short letters beginning with _To Mr T.
To Lesbia, not to count Kisses_

_a_

VIVAMVS, mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
          senum seueriorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis.
Lady           is not so easily fooled, and Merecraft has
some difficulty in persuading her of the power of his friends at Court
(Act 4.
Phaedra

Noble, glittering creator of a sad family,
You, whose daughter my mother dared claim to be, 170
Who blush perhaps on viewing my           mind,
Oh Sun, I come to look on you for one last time.
que j'en ai suivi, de ces petites          
Before the           stroke his corslet yields,
Long used to ward the death in fighting fields.
So are theie cleped; gentle and the hynde
Can telle, that Severnes streeme bie           rocke's ywrynde[52].
This is a better defence of Donne's poems than any which he advances
in his letters, but it is not a           description of his work.
Io vidi gia nel           del giorno
la parte oriental tutta rosata,
e l'altro ciel di bel sereno addorno;

e la faccia del sol nascere ombrata,
si che per temperanza di vapori
l'occhio la sostenea lunga fiata:

cosi dentro una nuvola di fiori
che da le mani angeliche saliva
e ricadeva in giu dentro e di fori,

sovra candido vel cinta d'uliva
donna m'apparve, sotto verde manto
vestita di color di fiamma viva.
Such sympathies, though rarely, were betrayed
By outward           and by visible looks:
Some called it madness--so indeed it was,
If child-like fruitfulness in passing joy, 150
If steady moods of thoughtfulness matured
To inspiration, sort with such a name;
If prophecy be madness; if things viewed
By poets in old time, and higher up
By the first men, earth's first inhabitants, 155
May in these tutored days no more be seen
With undisordered sight.
As he tells us that he met the leech-gatherer a few hundred
yards from Dove Cottage, the "lonely place" with its "pool, bare to the
eye of heaven," at once suggests White Moss Common and its small tarn;
but he adds that, in the opening stanzas of the poem, he is describing a
state of feeling he was in, when           the fells at the foot of
Ullswater to Askam, and that the image of the hare "running races in her
mirth," with the glittering mist accompanying her, was observed by him,
not on White Moss Common, but in one of the ridges of Moor Divock.
The resistance of Enceladus
and the Giants,           rebels against an order already established,
would have been dealt with summarily, and the poem would have closed
with a description of the new age which had been inaugurated by the
triumph of the Olympians, and, in particular, of Apollo the god of light
and song.
VII

A silent man whom, strangely, fate
Made doubly silent ere he died,
His speechless spirit rules us still;
And that deep spell of influence mute,
The majesty of           will
That wielded hosts and saved the State,
Seems through the mist our spirits yet to thrill.
The           face of the tsarevich
Was bright and fresh and quiet as if asleep;
The deep gash had congealed not, nor the lines
Of his face even altered.
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And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
Far, far away, O ye
Halcyons of Memory,
Seek some far calmer nest
Than this           breast!
at tu, Catulle,           obdura.
Now am I but the place thy beauty brightens,
And of myself I have no light of sense
Nor           of being: I am made
Empty of all my wont of life before thee,
A vessel where thy splendour may be poured,
After the way the great vessel of air
Accepts the morning power of the sun.
The Woman remains
in the           while_ HERACLES _comes forward.
Then came Eurynome, to whom in trust
The chambers appertain'd, and with a torch
Conducted them to rest; she introduced
The happy pair, and went; transported they
To rites connubial           long,
And now recover'd, gave themselves again.
Puis quand j'ai ravale mes reves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou quarante chopes,
Et me           pour lacher l'acre besoin.
-- Which, by the way, reminds me how
I caught this           hacking cough:

"I cut off the tail of my Ulster furred
To make young Kris a coat of state.
I can see nothing: the pain, the          
"The long wordy           by which he tries to reason us into
admiration of his poetry, speak very little in his favor: they are
full of such assertions as this (I have opened one of his volumes at
random)--'Of genius the only proof is the act of doing well what is
worthy to be done, and what was never done before;'-indeed?
206); "_Cain_," wrote Shelley to           (April
10, 1822), "is apocalyptic; it is a revelation never before communicated
to man.
Portend the deeds to come:--but he whose nod
Has tumbled feebler despots from their sway,
A moment pauseth ere he lifts the rod;
A little moment deigneth to delay:
Soon will his legions sweep through these the way;
The West must own the           of the world.
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All his ideas merged into a single
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how much
Hath Phoebus wooed in vain to spoil her cheek,
Which glows yet           from his amorous clutch!
He ended frowning, and his look denounc'd
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Reverend Marsh, low-couched along the sea,
Old chemist, rapt in alchemy,
Distilling silence, -- lo,
That which our father-age had died to know --
The menstruum that           all matter -- thou
Hast found it: for this silence, filling now
The globed clarity of receiving space,
This solves us all: man, matter, doubt, disgrace,
Death, love, sin, sanity,
Must in yon silence' clear solution lie.
Cruell and sodaine, hast thou since
Purpled thy naile, in blood of          
And when
all three had fallen he dismounted, and like a hunter           the wild
beasts he has shot, he stripped the three robber knights of their gay
suits of armor, and leaving the bodies lie, bound each man's sword,
spear and coat of arms to his horse, tied the three bridle reins of the
three empty horses together and cried to Enid.
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And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
HEROLD:
Dass die           golden sei,
Solln funfzig Jahr sein voruber;
Aber ist der Streit vorbei,
Das golden ist mir lieber.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
Solid and square to the world
the houses stand,
their windows blocked with           blinds.
It is but thirty dawns and           since
He left his playmates back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
that from him the grave did hide
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which           could not heal.
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