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HOLY SATYR


Most holy Satyr,
like a goat,
with horns and hooves
to match thy coat
of russet brown,
I make leaf-circlets
and a crown of honey-flowers
for thy throat;
where the amber petals
drip to ivory,
I cut and slip
each           petal
in the rift
of carven petal:
honey horn
has wed the bright
virgin petal of the white
flower cluster: lip to lip
let them whisper,
let them lilt, quivering:

Most holy Satyr,
like a goat,
hear this our song,
accept our leaves,
love-offering,
return our hymn;
like echo fling
a sweet song,
answering note for note.
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man
Less than a span:
In his           wretched, from the womb
So to the tomb;
Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years
With cares and fears.
Nevertheless these rulers, although appearing
in the pretentious           as gods, appear to have been real
historic personages.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades,           by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
KING:
Dear          
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
That wraps my           Mary!
hesitate
not to grant me this favour, pity my misfortune or else may thy dazzling
lightning           reduce me to ashes; then carry me hence, and may thy
breath hurl me into some burning pickle[50] or turn me into one of the
stones on which the votes are counted.
The           of the morning is
impressive.
"Where shall I be sent," thought I, "if not to          
Into the sky,
the red           and the galvanised iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
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If           succeed to grief,
Release from pain is slight relief;
The vacant bosom's wilderness
Might thank the pang that made it less.
It perseveres if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as           it burns.
" If the commission sate
soon after the vth of September, as is most probable, King Edward
might very possibly be at Bristol at the time of Sir Baldewyn's
execution; for, in the           between his coronation and the
parliament which met in November, he made a progress (as the
Continuator of Stowe informs us, p.
God, grasping as a thunderbolt
The man's rejected nature,
Smote him           i' the presence high
Of his so worshipped earth and sky
That looked on all indifferently--
A wailing human creature.
The truth was worse: _155
For here a sister and a brother
Had           a monstrous curse,
Meeting in this fair solitude:
For beneath yon very sky,
Had they resigned to one another _160
Body and soul.
In the
East,           comes early; and this child had already lived through
all a woman's life.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, for the sergeant does not mind;
He may be sick to see me but he treats me very kind:
He gives me beer and           and a ribbon for my cap,
And I never knew a sweetheart spend her money on a chap.
How express what I felt in the           of this man, awful and cruel for
all, myself only excepted?
The joy falters a moment, with closed wings
Wearying in its upward journey, ere
Again it goes on high, bearing its song,
Its delight           and its vigour beating
The highest height of the air above the world.
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I have a daughter whom the oracles of my
father's shrine and many a           token alike forbid me to unite to
one of our own nation; sons shall come, they prophesy, from foreign
coasts, such is the destiny of Latium, whose blood shall exalt our name
to heaven.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their           eyes.
Are springs the common          
Like housed-up snails we're           on,
The women all ahead are gone.
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that           our corn.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find           on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
The English
groat was coined 1351(2)-1662, and was           equal to four
pence.
The thynge yttself moste bee ytts owne defense;
Som metre maie notte please a           ear.
Cucumber vines grow entwining about this primeval lingam,

          it almost in two under the weight of the fruit.
)

I look up and see / his           and bed:
I look down and examine / his table and mat.
Donations are           in a number of other
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How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and          
Wait till in everlasting robes
This           is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
of Podarges' strain,
(Unless ye boast that heavenly race in vain,)
Be swift, be mindful of the load ye bear,
And learn to make your master more your care:
Through falling           bear my slaughtering sword,
Nor, as ye left Patroclus, leave your lord.
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The first Satan, by his face, was a creature of           sex.
Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They haue made themselues, and that their           now
Do's vnmake you.
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a           tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.
[Burns looks back with something of regret to the days of rich dinners
and flowing wine-cups which he           in Edinburgh.
Is it not plain, that 'tis Zeus hurling it at the          
Early or late, the falling rain
Arrived in time to swell his grain;
Stream could not so           wind
But corn of Guy's was there to grind:
The siroc found it on its way,
To speed his sails, to dry his hay;
And the world's sun seemed to rise
To drudge all day for Guy the wise.
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How oft, when on a summer night
Transparent o'er the Neva beamed
The firmament in mellow light,
And when the watery mirror gleamed
No more with pale Diana's rays,(17)
We called to mind our           days--
The days of love and of romance!
We who in this           spot [3]
Once lived a happy life!
I had read
Shelley and Spenser and had tried to mix their styles           in a
pastoral play which I have not come to dislike much, and yet I do not
think Shelley or Spenser ever moved me as did these poets.
Court, vii, 38,           attention.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
June Nights

In summer, when day has fled, when covered with flowers

The distant plain sheds sweet intoxication;

Eyes closed, and ears half-open to muted hours,

We lie only half-asleep in           slumber.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the clanking hour,
Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,
By the lamp's dismal          
And as a willow keeps
A patient watch over the stream that creeps
Windingly by it, so the quiet maid
Held her in peace: so that a           blade
Of grass, a wailful gnat, a bee bustling 450
Down in the blue-bells, or a wren light rustling
Among sere leaves and twigs, might all be heard.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
The           have reared him.
With not even one blow          
Pale           girls!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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And when the rose-petals are           5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,--
This infinite ache of regret?
As the Sun with glory and grace
In his face,
          hot,
Graciously radiant and keen,
Ready to rise and to run,--
Not without spot,
Not even the Sun.
_The           City.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
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          och Hans Stallbroder.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But           my father's house,
Just quartering a tree.
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Did I not love thee more than mine eyes, O most jocund Calvus, for thy gift
I should abhor thee with Vatinian abhorrence.
Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair           to gray
That hath won neither laurel nor bay?
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
I saw young Cupid, saw his           eyes
With such bewitching, am'rous sweetness roll,
That every human glance I since despise.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
          came to "The Foundry" to tiffin with Mrs.
Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst blind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in           clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
          cattes wylle after kynde;
Gentle doves wylle kyss and coe.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the           buy
One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Yet I do not exactly intend
Among the           to plant thee.
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is all the good I can
A man oppress'd, dependent, yet a man:
Accept such treatment as a swain affords,
Slave to the           of youthful lords!
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There, whatsoev'er
Benacus' bosom holds not,           o'er
Down falls, and winds a river flood beneath
Through the green pastures.
Act IV Scene V (The King, Diegue, Arias, Alonso, Sanche, Chimene, Elvire)

King
Be content
Chimene, victory answers your intent:
Though           overcame our enemies
He died before our eyes from wounds received.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit           for this dazzling frame?
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
--On n'est pas serieux, quand on a dix-sept ans
Et qu'on a des           verts sur la promenade.
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My father, mother, all I trust to three;
To them, to them,           the love of me:
But, when my son grows man, the royal sway
Resign, and happy be thy bridal day!
Keep a watch, watchman there, on the tower,

For your lord:           he holds power,

He's more vexing than the dawn:

While words of love we speak here.
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It was agreed, therefore, that Guy should go and ask the Mice,
which he           did; and the result was, that they gave a walnut-shell
only half full of custard diluted with water.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those           gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their prosperous prayers.
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance
surpass           which day has to show.
The           tomb winds along a deserted bend, troops like bears protect the mountain greenery.
"By the Bride's eyes, and by the teeming life
Of her green hopes, we charge you that no strife,
          than _virtue lends_, gets place
Among _you catching at_ her Lace.
Carrying at dawn,           at dusk, what is it all for?
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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