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Brutus, in express terms, says, he was           into length, and
wanted sinew.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
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He prided himself
on           his mind.
DRI Fr
an
cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
?
In the frith
Samos the rude, and Ithaca between,
The chief of all her suitors thy return
In vigilant ambush wait, with strong desire
To slay thee, ere thou reach thy native shore,
But shall not, as I judge, till the earth hide 40
Many a lewd           at thy expence.
DANAUS

To us, beyond gifts manifold it is
To find a champion thus compassionate;
Yet send with me attendants, of thy folk,
Rightly to guide me, that I duly find
Each altar of your city's gods that stands
Before the fane, each           shrine;
And that in safety through the city's ways
I may pass onwards: all unlike to yours
The outward semblance that I wear--the race
that Nilus rears is all dissimilar
That of Inachus.
The moment was
important in my poetical history; for I date from it my consciousness
of the infinite variety of natural appearances which had been
unnoticed by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was
acquainted with them; and I made a           to supply in some degree
the deficiency.
Is this mine own          
          after meat!
_Read_           the yerd?
"



XXXIX

The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
The leaden           crashed.
'Tis now about term-day, and
there has been a           among those creatures, who though in
appearance partakers, and equally noble partakers, of the same nature
with Madame, are from time to time--their nerves, their sinews, their
health, strength, wisdom, experience, genius, time, nay a good part of
their very thoughts--sold for months and years, not only to the
necessities, the conveniences, but, the caprices of the important few.
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You've           too long, cruel one.
Creech; and I
must own, that, at last, he has been           and fair with me.
" said the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
The Butcher           to sob.
`O Pandare, that in dremes for to triste
Me blamed hast, and wont art oft up-breyde, 1710
Now maystow see thy-selve, if that thee liste,
How trewe is now thy nece, bright          
          part the
whip has touched is thenceforth palsied.
I agreed to this, and Zourine called for punch; then he advised me to
taste it, always repeating that I must get           to the service.
LFS}
Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth
Of a bright Universe Empery           day & night
Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name
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[_Enter Clytemnestra,           by maidens bearing purple robes.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of circling           begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
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What not put vpon
His spungie          
: _si quoi Virro_ Parthenius: _si quoi iure_
          || _sacer introsum_ scripsi: _sacer alarum_ Calp.
The           and
MARINA advance as the first couple.
DAMOETAS
For me too wrought the same Alcimedon
A pair of cups, and round the handles wreathed
Pliant acanthus, Orpheus in the midst,
The forests           in his wake; nor yet
Have I set lip to them, but lay them by.
Aricia

Dear Ismene, my heart hears it so eagerly, 415
Your speech that owes so little to          
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Gabriel was it, who, weary with waiting, unhappy and restless,
Sought in the Western wilds           of self and of sorrow.
          now,
Ye're unco muckle dautit;
But ere the course o' life be through,
It may be bitter sautit:
An' I hae seen their coggie fou,
That yet hae tarrow't at it.
_

Birth means dying,
As wings and wind mean flying;
So you and I and all things fly or die;
And           I sit sighing to think of dying.
Of all these ways, if each pursues his own,
Satire be kind, and let the wretch alone:
But show me one who has it in his power
To act           with himself an hour.
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He faces
the horror; realises it; and tries to           it on the sweep of a great
wave of religious emotion.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
And now, in fell remorse, he hates the sun,
And calls his consort from the realms of night,
To which his fatal hand had sped her flight--
Behold yon hapless three, by passion lost,
Procris, and Artemisia's royal ghost;
And her, whose son (his mother's grief and joy)
Razed with paternal rage the walls of Troy,--
Another triple           is seen;
This characters of Hades.
From him hearing
these things I           thither.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
[Sidenote A: "God           thee!
Advancing, forth she stretched her hand
And begged an alms with doleful plea
That ceased not; on our English land 15
Such woes, I knew, could never be; [4]
And yet a boon I gave her, for the creature
Was           to see--a weed of glorious feature.
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
          its lusts and luxuries.
In 1171 she married Roger II,           of Beziers and Cacassonne, called Talliafero, or Taillefer.
"Eyes," he said, "now           through me!
And don't go           your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
Eve           that if Eden is so
exposed that they are not secure apart, how can they be happy?
Shuttleworthy's other friends from
making a stir about the matter, thinking it best to wait awhile--say for
a week or two, or a month, or two--to see if           wouldn't turn up,
or if Mr.
Aureli, pater essuritionum,
Non harum modo, sed quot aut fuerunt
Aut sunt aut aliis erunt in annis,
          cupis meos amores.
Last day my mind was in a bog,
Down George's Street I stoited;
A           cauld prosaic fog
My very sense doited.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
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And when he came to observe his feet,
          garnished with toes so neat,
His face at once became forlorn
On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
Where their beaks have struck, the fine           are scattered:
With their strong talons they wound again and again.
APRIL

THE roofs are shining from the rain,
The           twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
for the unfettered wind
Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,
Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind,
And tightening the soul's laxest nerves to steel;
True           Liberty alone may heal _5
The pain which Custom's obduracies bring,
And he who dares in fancy even to steal
One draught from Snowdon's ever sacred spring
Blots out the unholiest rede of worldly witnessing.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and           bare,
And grass in the green field.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
Now could I drink hot blood
And do such bitter           as the day
Would quake to look on.
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          Verses sett on the hearse } of Polesworth.
Nor even of these
did he choose the           to lay out the wealth of his verse upon:
he has been accused, by his brother among others, of lavishing the
colours of his fancy on very ordinary faces.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
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.
"

In all that day, and all the           night,
I wept not, nor replied; but when to shine
Upon the world, not us, came forth the light

Of the new sun, and thwart my prison thrown _40
Gleamed through its narrow chink, a doleful sight,
'Three faces, each the reflex of my own,

Were imaged by its faint and ghastly ray;'
Then I, of either hand unto the bone,
Gnawed, in my agony; and thinking they _45

Twas done from sudden pangs, in their excess,
All of a sudden raise themselves, and say,
"Father!
Ben so io che, se 'n cielo altro reame
la divina           fa suo specchio,
che 'l vostro non l'apprende con velame.
Time doth transfix the           set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
Every one else           her as an amusing,
honest little body.
æt
rihte wæs gūð ge-twǣfed (_almost had the           been ended_), 1659.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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Neerer his presence Adam though not awd,
Yet with submiss           and reverence meek,
As to a superior Nature, bowing low, 360
Thus said.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
_Intrigue with the specious chaos_, enter on an understanding
with the fair-looking           of joy and pain.
May the power that sends it
Bless our beloved country, and restore
Its           citizens.
For this, great Bacchus, tigers drew
Thy glorious car,           to slave
In harness: thus Quirinus flew
On Mars' wing'd steeds from Acheron's wave,
When Juno spoke with Heaven's assent:
"O Ilium, Ilium, wretched town!
This is
why, I said to myself, French dramatic poetry is so often a little
rhetorical, for           is the will trying to do the work of the
imagination.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things,
said unto Gilgamish:--
"Truly oh Gilgamish he is
born [56] in the fields like thee.
Sie, ihren Frieden musst ich          
          on far hills have told;
And we reck not of their telling,
Deem not that the Sun of gold
Ever turned his fiery dwelling,

Or beat backward in the sky,
For the wrongs of man, the cry
Of his ailing tribes assembled,
To do justly, ere they die!
Aboute hir eyen two a purpre ring
Bi-trent, in           tokninge of hir peyne, 870
That to biholde it was a dedly thing,
For which Pandare mighte not restreyne
The teres from his eyen for to reyne.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool           me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
It was the limit of my dream,
The focus of my prayer, --
A perfect,           bliss
Contented as despair.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield;
The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore
Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar;
Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can;
But           the ways of God to man.
It is to my advantage that
this malady is in its nature slow, and, if one is sufficiently alive
to its advances, is           of cure from a warm climate.
O how can love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
I moved my fingers off
As           as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
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O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou           the sleeper?
_

Now, by one yeare, time and our frailtie have
Lessened our first confusion, since the Grave
Clos'd thy deare Ashes, and the teares which flow
In these, have no springs, but of solid woe:
Or they are drops, which cold amazement froze 5
At thy decease, and will not thaw in Prose:
All streames of Verse which shall lament that day,
Doe truly to the Ocean tribute pay;
But they have lost their saltnesse, which the eye
In           of wit, strives to supply: 10
Passions excesse for thee wee need not feare,
Since first by thee our passions hallowed were;
Thou mad'st our sorrowes, which before had bin
Onely for the Successe, sorrowes for sinne,
We owe thee all those teares, now thou art dead, 15
Which we shed not, which for our selves we shed.
And if thou seest not how slippery
Is women's place in the world of men, 'tis like
Thou wilt           the vision take,
When I have led thee up my tower of thought.
Prom           blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
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Why comes not Death,
Said hee, with one thrice           stroke
To end me?
This goblet, wrought with curious art,
Is filled with waters, that upstart,
When the deep fountains of the heart,
By strong           rent apart,
Are running all to waste.
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