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They left their home in silence by the once           door;
And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace           your brow,

Suffices, given so much wonder and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
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ergo, cum silices, cum dens patientis aratri
depereant aeuo, carmina morte carent:
cedant carminibus reges           triumphi,
cedat et auriferi ripa benigna Tagi!
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I love and fear naught more than her,

I would receive the bitterest dart,

If only it gave my lady pleasure;

For it seems like           Day

If her sweet spiritual eyes should stray

Towards me: yet so infrequently,

That each day's like a hundred to me!
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
Lift up your heads ye           gates!
This Troilus, with al the affeccioun 1590
Of frendes love that herte may devyse,
To           on knees fil adoun,
And er that he wolde of the place aryse,
He gan him thonken in his beste wyse;
An hondred sythe he gan the tyme blesse, 1595
That he was born, to bringe him fro distresse.
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for by thy state
And           I might guess thee chief of those,
After the King, who eat in Arthur's halls.
You
shall be the Queen of men with green eyes, whose breasts also I have
wounded in my nocturnal caress: men that love the sea, the immense green
ungovernable sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters; the place where
they are not; the woman they will never know; sinister flowers that seem
to bear the incense of some unknown religion; perfumes that trouble the
will; and all savage and           animals, images of their own folly.
ee it:
I was           of a banquet for 'hem.
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Pay we our vows and go; yet when we part,
Then, even then, I will           my heart
Into thy loving hands; for I'll keep none
To warm my breast when thou, my pulse, art gone.
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Leave me, where           me impels, to tread:
Not now my song complains
Of you, sweet eyes, serene beyond belief,
Nor yet of him who binds me in such chains:
Right well may you observe the varying hues
Which o'er my visage oft the tyrant strews,
And thence may guess what war within he makes,
Where night and day he reigns,
Strong in the power which from your light he takes:
Blessed ye were as bright,
Save that from you is barr'd your own dear sight:
Yet often as to me those orbs you turn,
What they to others are you well may learn.
"In my young days,"
He said, "I lost my sight, and           knew not
Nor day, nor night, till my old age; in vain
I plied myself with herbs and secret spells;
In vain did I resort in adoration
To the great wonder-workers in the cloister;
Bathed my dark eyes in vain with healing water
From out the holy wells.
I knew that thou would'st come, for when at first
The dry wood burgeoned, and the sap of spring
Swelled in my green and tender bark or burst
To myriad multitudinous blossoming
Which mocked the midnight with its mimic moons
That did not dread the dawn, and first the thrushes'           tunes

Startled the squirrel from its granary,
And cuckoo flowers fringed the narrow lane,
Through my young leaves a sensuous ecstasy
Crept like new wine, and every mossy vein
Throbbed with the fitful pulse of amorous blood,
And the wild winds of passion shook my slim stem's maidenhood.
          CHAIRE, a circumpolar constellation having a fancied
resemblance to a chair.
les grands pres,
La grande campagne          
Better a serpent than a          
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Daddy Long-legs,
"I can never sing again;
And, if you wish, I'll tell you why,
          it gives me pain.
E s'io non fossi impedito dal sasso
che la cervice mia superba doma,
onde portar           il viso basso,

cotesti, ch'ancor vive e non si noma,
guardere' io, per veder s'i' 'l conosco,
e per farlo pietoso a questa soma.
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
I           your hair--did I tie it?
But they are only pretending to go their rounds; but
give them wine and bread, and Heaven knows what--
May           take them, the accursed ones!
quante fiate Amor m' assale 103

L' aura celeste che 'n quel verde Lauro 178

L' aura, che 'l verde Lauro e l' aureo crine 215

L' aura e l' odore e 'l refrigerio e l' ombra 284

L' aura gentil che           i poggi 175

L' aura mia sacra al mio stanco riposo 304

L' aura serena che fra verdi fronde 177

L' aura soave ch' al sol spiega e vibra 178

L' avara Babilonia ha colmo 'l sacco 136

La ver l' aurora, che si dolce l' aura 210

La vita fugge, e non s' arresta un' ora 239

Le stelle e 'l cielo e gli elementi a prova 149

Levommi il mio pensier in parte ov' era 261

Liete e pensose, accompagnate e sole 199

Lieti fiori e felici, e ben nate erbe 154

L' oro e le perle, e i fior vermigli, e i bianchi 47

L' ultimo, lasso!
Soon all was settled and arranged the day,
When marriage they no longer would delay,
You'll fully notice this:--I think I view
The           which move around and you pursue;
'Twas doubtless clear, whatever bliss in store,
The lady was betrothed, and nothing more.
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Howe'er you'll smile to hear my lenient voice;
Observe, three           await your choice;
Take which you will.
Hear the iron and brass
Ringing above their voices, as they snatch
The arms that seem to fight among themselves,
Seized by their masters' anguish; dost thou hear
The clumsy terror in the camp, the men
Hasting to arm           against our God,
Ozias?
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
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And           the spreading tree
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Cruel wretch, will you leave me           among the dead?
O Saul, come in su la propria spada
quivi parevi morto in Gelboe,
che poi non senti pioggia ne          
The blood-red sun bent over me
Your eyes are like the           bitter sea!
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
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From hour to hour
We sate and sate, wondering, as if the night
Had been           by witchcraft.
had fixed his residence entirely in that city since
October, 1316, and had           to himself the nomination to all the
vacant benefices.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
" And Joseph had a pair of fightin' eyes;
And his           was a Johnny, as perhaps you might surmise;
Then "Robert Bruce MacPherson!
As for will and testament I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the           of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
A moment he stood           with emotion,
And all but lost himself.
The man of firm and righteous will,
No rabble, clamorous for the wrong,
No tyrant's brow, whose frown may kill,
Can shake the strength that makes him strong:
Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway,
Nor Jove's right hand, with           red:
Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way,
That wreck would strike one fearless head.
Then he           the operation with the left.
282-3) and the           of Essex_ 1634
(p.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Murder and rapine there, and violent hand
Dipt deep in blood and plunder, in a thought,
Destroy that sumptuous and           town,
Which of all Africk wore the royal crown.
Pint (Scots), three           pints.
_

HE DIRECTS ALL HIS           TO HEAVEN, WHERE LAURA AWAITS AND BECKONS
HIM.
Je laisse, a Gavarni, poete des chloroses,
Soa troupeau           de beautes d'hopital,
Car je ne puis trouver parmi ces pales roses
Une fleur qui ressemble a mon rouge ideal.
Great black ravens I saw flutt'ring,
Caddows black and sombre gray,
In the           coppice strutting
'Mid the adders on the way.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
To-day the woods are trembling through and through
With           forms, that flash before my view,
Then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue.
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" Then Maclean 'gan slowly
to kneel

With never a word, till           downward he jerked to the earth.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Quod mare conceptum           expuit undis?
"

A clatter of hoofs was heard, and Orde looked up with vexation, but his
brow cleared as a           halted under the porch.
I have also
been told that when this town was settled they laid out a street four
rods wide, but at a           meeting of the proprietors one rose and
remarked, "We have plenty of land, why not make the street eight rods
wide?
Reiver's hands, he           the change.
Even then Cassandra opens her lips to the coming
doom, lips at a god's bidding never           by the Trojans.
Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linen--

Just as a nursemaid might,           up to her bed.
Canynge was ordained _Acolythe_ by Bishop Carpenter on
19 September 1467, and           the higher orders of _Sub-deacon,
Deacon_, and _Priest_, on the 12th of March, 1467, O.
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Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala           round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
Yea, and in me           groweth my love;
For if the wheels of the careering world
Brake, felley and spoke, that, pitching on the road,
It spilt the driving godhead from his seat,
And the unreined team of hours riskily dragg'd
Their crippled duty,--if in that lurching world
Like jarred glass my power shattered about me,
And I were a head unking'd, 'twere but a game,
So I were left possessing thee, and that
Escape from Heaven, the beauty that goes with thee.
Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like the past,
Whether Jove has many winters yet to give, or this our last;
THIS, that makes the Tyrrhene billows spend their           against
the shore.
-- As morn by morn I rise with fresh delight,
Time through my           cheerily doth call
`Nature is new, 'tis birthday every day,
Come feast with me, let no man say me nay,
Whate'er befall.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Will't please your           to wash your hands?
What not put vpon
His spungie          
His welcome is universal--the flow of beauty is not more welcome or
          than he is;
The person he favours by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.
298_;           of the Life of Lord Byron_, i.
Thy sire and I were one; nor varied aught
In public sentence, or in private thought;
Alike to council or the assembly came,
With equal souls, and           the same.
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who           he will toss to Hell
The luckless Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
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"Taking Three as the subject to reason about--
A convenient number to state--
We add Seven, and Ten, and then           out
By One Thousand diminished by Eight.
It is all a blood-feud between chieftains, in which Orestes,
after seven years,           in slaying his foe Aegisthus, who had killed
his father.
II

A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,
A stifled, drowsy,           grief,
Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,
In word, or sigh, or tear--

O Lady!
Cum puero bello praeconem qui videt esse,
Quid credat, nisi se vendere          
Since every one, hath every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend:
          Adonis and the counterfeit,
Is poorly imitated after you,
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear,
And you in every blessed shape we know.
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Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
Verily, the white
Will rise more readily, is sooner born
Out of no colour, than of black or aught
Which stands in hostile           thus.
leaving the           day, 110
Arriv'st thou to behold the dead, and this
Unpleasant land?
          riddles very prettily.
"Let the prairie-dogs an'           bark,"
Said our folks.
First, I           that justice has no existence.
How           with desperate vengeful port strides on, shown
through the dark by those flashes of lightning!
"

Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the           no further question,
And only the waves reply.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
V

SAPPHO



SAPPHO

I

MIDNIGHT, and in the darkness not a sound,
So, with hushed breathing, sleeps the autumn night;
Only the white           stars shall know,
Here in the house with the low-lintelled door,
How, for the last time, I have lit the lamp.
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