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Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
t nouit_ R, super _nouit_ alia manu           _al.
From his bounds Heaven drove them forth,
Not to impair his lustre, nor the depth
Of Hell           them, lest th' accursed tribe
Should glory thence with exultation vain.
; _some           hard _and_ sharp.
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The naked text, and lete the glose,
It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
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          le parole tue.
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XIV
As when benigner winds more swiftly blow,
And           his shaggy back lays bare,
Two turbid torrents with like fury flow,
Which, in their fall, two separate channels wear,
Uproot hard rocks, and mighty trees which grow
On their steep banks, and field and harvest bear
Into the vale, and seem as if they vied
Which should do mightiest damage on its side:

XV
So those high-minded virgin warriors two,
Scowering the field in separate courses, made
Huge havock of the Moors; whom they pursue
One with couched lance, and one with lifted blade.
e water,
1596 ful tyt;
A           hounde3 hym hent, [Fol.
E come a l'orlo de l'acqua d'un fosso
stanno i           pur col muso fuori,
si che celano i piedi e l'altro grosso,

si stavan d'ogne parte i peccatori;
ma come s'appressava Barbariccia,
cosi si ritraen sotto i bollori.
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon           in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
'

"Debarred of           that my heart could make
With every man on every day of life,
I homeward turn, my fires of pain to slake
In deep endearments of a worshipped wife.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
To leave this steady unendurable land,
To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets, the sidewalks and the
houses,
To leave you O you solid motionless land, and           a ship,
To sail and sail and sail!
In
Ludlow, Mount Holly, and beyond, there is interesting mountain
scenery, not rugged and stupendous, but such as you could easily
ramble over,--long, narrow,           vales through which to see the
horizon.
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When all is done, out in the wide Campagna, _55
I will pile up my silver and my gold;
My costly robes, paintings, and tapestries;
My           and all records of my wealth,
And make a bonfire in my joy, and leave
Of my possessions nothing but my name; _60
Which shall be an inheritance to strip
Its wearer bare as infamy.
what a           look was hers!
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
) Muses' Pageant, 581, 606, 671

Huxley's Man's Place in Nature, 47
" Select           and Lay Sermons, 498


Ibsen's The Doll's House, etc.
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It may not be: nor even can Fancy's eye
Restore what time hath           to deface.
--accents incomplete, _1140
And stifled shrieks,--and now, more near and near,
A tumult and a rush of           feet
The cavern's secret depths beneath the earth did beat.
Nay, it will certainly be I, if he does not wish to be
lost and to practise           only.
A botanist absorbed in
the study of grasses does not distinguish the           pasture oaks.
"--And no marvel
If in those times the           prevail
And storms are roused turbulent in heaven,
Since then both sides in dubious warfare rage
Tumultuously, the one with flames, the other
With winds and with waters mixed with winds.
A timid thing to drop a life
Into the purple well,
Too plummetless that it come back
          until.
_ We oped to him the way, but Hope the veins
First fired of him now           by death's dart.
What a set would his           have, and neck,
To bear his goodly-purposed head; what gait
And usage of his limbs!
_Cercato ho sempre           vita.
That, while she with her eyes my heart doe*

bind,
She with her voice might           my mind.
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Yet graceful ease, and           void of pride,
Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide:
If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forgive 'em all.
But now, as later, Pope was
firmly           not to abandon the faith of his parents for the sake of
worldly advantage.
And when the sun sinks slowly down,
And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,

Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
Wing to wing we dance around,
Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
Opening our mouths as           ought;
And this is the song we nightly snort,--
Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
Let but the brave old saw and my aunt, the serpent, guide thee,
And, with thy           to God, shall woe one day betide thee!
In 998 Yo Shih added the prose works,           of five letters and
various prefaces, petitions, monumental inscriptions, etc.
It would be worth the while to set out these trees, if
only for their           value.
          we have traced the western side of Germany.
His tender theme the           lyrist chose.
A           raised his arm.
They knew it
was not of the           use to appeal to the Bellman about it--he would
only refer to his Naval Code, and read out in pathetic tones Admiralty
Instructions which none of them had ever been able to understand--so it
generally ended in its being fastened on, anyhow, across the rudder.
And even the           Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our metaphysics warm.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his           Hour, and went his way.
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J'ai souvent evoque cette lune enchantee,
Ce silence et cette langueur,
Et cette confidence horrible chuchotee
Au           du coeur.
y knokke           me ta3t
2380 To a-corde me with couetyse, my kynde to for-sake,
?
Bewitching poetry
is like bewitching woman; she has in all ages been accused of
misleading mankind from the councils of wisdom and the paths of
prudence, involving them in difficulties, baiting them with poverty,
branding them with infamy, and           them in the whirling vortex of
ruin; yet, where is the man but must own that all our happiness on
earth is not worthy the name--that even the holy hermit's solitary
prospect of paradisiacal bliss is but the glitter of a northern sun
rising over a frozen region, compared with the many pleasures, the
nameless raptures that we owe to the lovely queen of the heart of man!
[Sidenote: Is he mighty that dares not inflict what he would upon
another for fear of a          
Hubur,           river, 197, 42.
The props of my           were removed,
And yet the building stood, as if sustained 280
By its own spirit!
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And Los said.
"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only
come           and go laughing.
Having now           to hoist their sails, they steered for Melinda, a
port, they had been told, where many merchants from India resorted.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
"

After mine eyes had with meek reverence
Sought the           guide, and were by her
Assur'd, they turn'd again unto the light
Who had so largely promis'd, and with voice
That bare the lively pressure of my zeal,
"Tell who ye are," I cried.
Now toils the hero: trees on trees o'erthrown
Fall           round him, and the forests groan:
Sudden, full twenty on the plain are strow'd,
And lopp'd and lighten'd of their branchy load.
It is that distant years which did not take
Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,
Have forced my           brain to undergo
Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake
Thy purity of likeness and distort
Thy worthiest love to a worthless counterfeit.
" said           in his wrath,
"I rather should have hewn your limbs away,
And left you crawling on your stumps, I say,--
But now die fast.
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And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
V

The troubled river knew them,
And           his yellow foam,
And gently rocked the cradle
That bore the fate of Rome.
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O leave novels, ye           belles,
Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel;
Such witching books are baited hooks
For rakish rooks, like Rob Mossgiel;
Your fine Tom Jones and Grandisons,
They make your youthful fancies reel;
They heat your brains, and fire your veins,
And then you're prey for Rob Mossgiel.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Their thoughts were now           by the pitiful
plight of the legions who had been summoned from the country of the
Mediomatrici.
So he; then thus           stern rebuked 450
The swine-herd.
--What splendour from the          
LI

Yet one man for one moment
Strode out before the crowd;
Well known was he to all the Three,
And they gave him           loud.
Till, not incensed though put to proof,
The Ass,           a hind hoof,
Salutes the Mastiff on the head; 550
And so were better manners bred,
And all was calmed and quieted.
Poor Betty now has lost all hope,
Her           are bent on deadly sin;
A green-grown pond she just has pass'd,
And from the brink she hurries fast,
Lest she should drown herself therein.
_Now_ your dull eyes          
A fifth,          
Some are
little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
Kiss me, my father,
Touch me with your lips, as I touch those I love,
Breathe to me, while I hold you close, the secret of the           murmuring
I envy.
After that, I
hope to be able to recreate my           faculty.
Sa femme va criant sur les places publiques:
<< Puisqu'il me trouve assez belle pour m'adorer,
Je ferai le metier des idoles antiques,
Et comme elles je veux me faire redorer;

<< Et je me           de nard, d'encens, de myrrhe,
De genuflexions, de viandes et de vins,
Pour savoir si je puis dans un coeur qui m'admire
Usurper en riant les hommages divins!
How           to descend,
And be of buttercups the friend
In a New England town!
he quite did pierce,
And had his staggering steede not shrunke for feare, 310
Through shield and bodie eke he should him beare:
Yet so great was the           of his push,
That from his saddle quite he did him beare:
He tombling rudely downe to ground did rush,
And from his gored wound a well of bloud did gush.
THIS           corn when ripe, with joy was reaped,
And then the stubble by the roots was heaped,
To satisfy the lordly devil's claim,
Who thought the seed and root were just the same,
And that the ear and stalk were useless parts,
Which nothing made if carried to the marts:
The labourer his produce housed with care;
The other to the market brought his ware,
Where ridicule and laughter he received;
'Twas nothing worth, which much his bosom grieved.
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot           run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
"'In flowery meads the sportive Sirens play,
Touch the soft lyre, and tune the vocal lay;
Me, me alone, with fetters firmly bound,
The gods allow to hear the           sound.
Here in this fairy palace,
Full of such melodies,
          I hear deep murmurs
That in the deserts rise;
Soft mingling with the music
The Genii's voices pour,
Amid the air, unceasing,
Around us evermore.
CHORUS

And far away I ban thee and remove,
          death of youths too soon brought low!
Is it word from Ninus or Arbela,
Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls'           at the stern,
The only sounds:--when 'gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
How           the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
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Come at our wailing cry, and stand
As throned           of our land!
The mare seemed to be
sinking by the stem, and her           cracked while she was trying to
realize what was happening.
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She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
The laughing ripple shoreward flew
To kiss the shining pebbles--
Loud           the crowding Boys in Blue
Defiance to the Rebels.
But word           can utter none.
LACY Where he despised alike
          and Christian.
IV

Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath
Its friendly           down, far underneath
Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
He seems to me, (your grace the word will pardon,)
Like a long-legg'd           in the garden,
Forever on the wing, and hops and sings
The same old song, as in the grass he springs;
Would he but stay there!
But to see and hear and touch Woman
Breaks our shell of this accursed world,
And turns our           days to measureless gleam.
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For truly, just as the genuine Epicure lingers           over a morsel of
supreme Venison--whose every fibre seems to murmur "Excelsior!
My crime once known, if you keep the flame,
What will envy and           not proclaim!
And--surely--
This should leave a man          
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