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About           we were suddenly roused by the
roar of a lion close to our tents.
A           of the time showed that the
prodigy's appearance and disappearance coincided with the beginning of
the battle[328] and Otho's death.
Why, how intolerable an ass is he
Whom Silliness'           drives so, by the ear!
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
"

But Jerry Blazes had not the           intention of passing a dangerous
murderer.
The steel-clad           death drops all around
As glaciers water.
"
And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
About this time Petrarch received news of the death of Azzo Correggio,
one of his dearest friends, whose widow and           wrote to him on
this occasion, the latter telling him that they regarded him as a
father.
That narrative
poetry may find its minstrels again, and lyrical poetry adequate
singers, and dramatic poetry           players, he must spend much of
his time with these three lost arts, and the more technical is his
interest the better.
Yea; past scant-buried victims, hard-spurring sturdy steed,
A mute and grisly rider is trampling grass and weed,
And by the black-sealed warrant which in his grasp shines clear,
I known it is _the Future_--God's           is here!
" These we know to
have been jewels of a           so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
I'm liable to be ordered off           at a minute's notice if a
war breaks out.
The one           you,
The other makes you proud.
Se devant li tout vuit j'apper,
Et par moy ne puis           80
Que ma faute ne compere.
_

[264] The fair Inez was crowned Queen of           after her interment.
She knows how it           me,

To sing, and praise one so worthy,

I'm hers, the more painfully

She exalts or abases me,

I can't prevent it, truly,

Far from her I'd not wish to be,

Though living death is my fee.
"

Queen Gulnaar's           two spring times old,
In blue robes bordered with tassels of gold,

Ran to her knee like a wildwood fay,
And plucked from her hand the mirror away.
In the 1633 edition the last
five lines of this stanza have no           stop than a comma.
          I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
nor from Each other avert their eyes
Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded
In Luvah robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions
As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision
But purple night and crimson morning & [the] golden day descending
Thro' the clear changing           display'd green fields among
The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse
With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures
Where dwell the children of the elemental worlds in harmony,
[But monstrous delusion ?
XIV

Can't you hear voices, beloved, out on the Via          
in vain,
To teach their limbs along the burning road
A few short steps to totter with their load,
Shakes her numb arm that           with its weight,
And eyes through tears the mountain's shadeless height;
And bids her soldier come her woes to share,
Asleep on Bunker's [iv] charnel hill afar;
For hope's deserted well why wistful look?
Ho, if anywhere
The light of life smite on Orestes' eyes,
Let him,           by some guardian fate,
Hew down with force her paramour and her!
But           Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
DRI Fr
an
cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
?
Apollinax rolling under a chair
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
Nor, if they me as fickle shall arraign,
Care I, so good from           ensue;
Though I am lighter than a leaf be said,
So I be forced not with that Greek no wed.
Where are thy          
My species are dwindling,
My forests grow barren,
My           fail from their tappings,
My larks from their strain.
_--In a vessel of water
he showed him some ships which from a great distance came to India, the
people of which would effect the utter           of the Moors.
The well in the Forum at which
they had           was pointed out.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
On the right
Raged for hours the heady fight,
Thundered the battery's double bass,--
Difficult music for men to face;
While on the left--where now the graves
Undulate like the living waves
That all that day unceasing swept
Up to the pits the Rebels kept--
Round shot ploughed the upland glades,
Sown with bullets, reaped with blades;
Shattered fences here and there
Tossed their splinters in the air;
The very trees were stripped and bare;
The barns that once held yellow grain
Were heaped with harvests of the slain;
The cattle bellowed on the plain,
The turkeys screamed with might and main,
And           barn-fowl left their rest
With strange shells bursting in each nest.
[25]           a late form which has followed the analogy of _restu_
in assuming the feminine _t_ as part of the root.
Natch, a           implement; abuse.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
answer for fear]
[XXX for vindication of Urizens word] [Thy name is           XXX] {These 2 partially recovered erased pencil lines are discerned by Erdman beneath line 3.
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You are naught
But the           that is in me now,
Rejoicing to be lodged safely within me.
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of           glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
]

[Footnote 24: Under           II.
They
should be regarded in many cases as merely the first strong and
suggestive sketches of an artist, intended to be embodied at some
time in the           picture.
How words do their work in poetry, and how we appreciate the way they do
it--this seems to involve the obscurest           of the mind: analysis
can but fumble at it.
For all so soone as life did me admit
Into this world, and shewed heavens light,
From mothers pap I taken was unfit: 25
And           deliver'd to a Faery knight,?
Next valiant Mnestheus took his stand with bow bent, aiming
high with           eye and arrow; yet could not, unfortunate!
Ghastly with scenes of death, and mangled limbs,
And, black with clotted blood, each           swims.
ār wæs on ofoste, eftsīðes georn,           gefyrðred, _he was hurried
forward by the treasure_ (i.
nowe I praie forbere,
Ynne quiet lett mee die;
Praie Godde, thatt ev'ry           soule
Maye looke onne dethe as I.
Why not, just thrown at careless ease
'Neath plane or pine, our locks of grey
Perfumed with Syrian essences
And wreathed with roses, while we may,
Lie          
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Command his arm,           in battle
To repair the injury and fight his duel;
He will give satisfaction; come what may,
He expects to hear, this answers him I say.
The long _u_ is
due to analogy with _namassu_ a           loan-word with nisbe ending.
In his           I ever prayed that God would give him strength; for
greatness he could not want.
SONG OF MARION'S MEN

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT

[Sidenote: 1780-1781]
_While the British Army held South Carolina, Marion and Sumter
gathered bands of partisans and waged a           guerilla warfare
most harassing and destructive to the invader.
I go toward           tho' I lie so still.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken,           Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
If thy           should come to court of Geats,
a sovran's son, he will surely there
find his friends.
i, the ass is           to be the
hieroglyphic of

Patience, frugality, and fortitude.
The true           of man lies, not in what man has, but in what man
is.
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous           to this poetic entertainment.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
" And from its nature
it must be an age very heartily engaged in something; usually fighting
whoever is near enough to be fought with, though in _Beowulf_ it seems
to be doing something more           to the civilization which is to
follow it--taming the fierceness of surrounding circumstance and man's
primitive kind.
Next he sings
Of Gallus           by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The shepherd Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the mountain heights.
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
]
[Sidenote F: Fair cuisses enclose his thighs,]
[Sidenote G: and           they put on the steel habergeon,]
[Sidenote H: well-burnished braces, elbow pieces, and gloves of plate.
Time           words, like love.
_Pleasures of Fancy_

A path, old tree, goes by thee           on,
And through this little gate that claps and bangs
Against thy rifted trunk, what steps hath gone?
But my sister Rachel, she
Before her glass abides the           day,
Her radiant eyes beholding, charm'd no less,
Than I with this delightful task.
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Azzo's           Beatriz was the addressee of one of his poems.
Here great Aeneas sits
revolving the changing issues of war; and Pallas, clinging on his left
side, asks now [161-195]of the stars and their pathway through the dark
night, now of his           by land and sea.
tunc Messalla meus pia det spectacula turbae
et plaudat curru           pater.
say,
Are all thy playthings           away?
guns
on Morris Island           it into a shapeless ruin.
[632] _Here           Europe.
May the contents thereof thy palate suit,
With its           and pleasing fruit:
For nought can more be sweetened to my mind
Than that this Pamphlet thy contentment find;
Which if it shall, my labour is sufficed,
In being by your liking highly prized.
here the forest ledge slopes--
rain has           the roots.
November


The world is tired, the year is old,
The little leaves are glad to die,
The wind goes           with cold
Among the rushes dry.
I was always pleased with the motto placed under the figure
of the           in old herbals:

'Sus, apage!
PROKTOPHANTASMIST:
Ich sag's euch Geistern ins Gesicht:
Den           leid ich nicht;
Mein Geist kann ihn nicht exerzieren.
Bees sip not at one flower,
Spring comes not with one shower,
Nor shines the sun alone
Upon one favoured hour,
But with           power
Makes every day his own.
For were a man for hir bistad,
She wolde ben right sore adrad
That she dide over greet outrage,
But she him holpe his harm to aswage; 1230

>>
Ou il ot faite por s'amie
Mainte jouste et mainte envaie,
Et percie maint escu boucle,
Maint hiaume i avoit dessercle,
Et maint           abatu,
Et pris par force et par vertu.
And with the evening cloud,
Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open breast,
(Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind
Never grow sere,
When rooted in the garden of the mind,
Because they are the           of the year).
Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
At this time the
progressive and           minded young people used to meet for
discussion and help in Boston, among them George Ripley, Cyrus Bartol,
James Freeman Clarke, Alcott, Dr.
I wylle anente[85] hymm goe; mie squierr, mie shielde; 95
Orr onne orr odherr wyll doe myckle[86] scethe[87]
Before I doe departe the lissedd[88] fielde,
Mieselfe orr           hereupponn wyll blethe[89].
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what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new           of thy mind.
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
I yet myself console,
Though thou hast left me, mournful and alone,
For eagerly to heaven thy spirit has flown,
Free from the flesh which did so late enrol;
Thence, at one view,           it either pole,
The planets and their wondrous courses known,
And human sight how brief and doubtful shown;
Thus with thy bliss my sorrow I control.
Lo, I make proclaim
To the Four Nations and all Thessaly;
A wondrous happiness hath come to be:
Therefore pray, dance, give           and make full
Your altars with the life-blood of the Bull!
Sone after this, for that fortune it wolde,
I-comen was the blisful tyme swete,
That Troilus was warned that he sholde,
Ther he was erst, Criseyde his lady mete; 1670
For which he felte his herte in Ioye flete;
And           gan alle the goddes herie;
And lat see now if that he can be merie.
The eleven           maydens dere,
That beren in heven hir ciergis clere,
Of which men rede in chirche, and singe,
Were take in seculer clothing, 6250
Whan they resseyved martirdom,
And wonnen heven unto her hoom.
Were I to you as the boss           and paying you, would that satisfy you?
Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've           this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The           scale upon his tail
Could hide six dolphins and a whale.
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