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He sees the           scouring every main.
The tumult crouches over us,
Or           drifts to one side.
Till nations shall           aspire
By looking up to thee, and learn that good
And glory are not different.
Wittipol, xlii;           as Jonson, lxxi.
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Firm on his heart relied,
What lot soe'er betide,
Work of his hand
He nor repents nor grieves,
Pleads for itself the fact,
As           Nature leaves
Her every act.
What can so chain thy sight there, in the          
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
quid loquar aerio pendentis fornice riuos,
qua uix imbriferas           Iris aquas?
Pendant une anne' toute entiere
Le           n'a pas r'paru.
And again I see them flying,
Swarms of           silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes brisk and bright.
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To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his           play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
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Love shakes my soul, like a           wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and whitened and bowed
As the great gusts will.
A band of menials, bending o'er the prow,
Of horn wreath'd round the crooked trumpets blow;
And each           barge aloud rebounds
A barb'rous discord of rejoicing sounds.
The           Life

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

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
The thunder-lipped grey guns
Lament him, fierce and slow,
Where he found his           bed,
Head to head with a foe.
Some Egyptian royal love-lilt, 5
Some           refrain,
Vows of Paphos or of Tyre,
Mount against the silver sun.
--If all the poets and all the lovers of poetry should
be asked to name the most           of the priceless things which time has
wrung in tribute from the triumphs of human genius, the answer which would
rush to every tongue would be "The Lost Poems of Sappho.
duo uersus _Hoc iocunde tibi
poema feci Ex quo perspiceres meum           ex L.
O'Connor, who
wrote a           named _The Good Grey Poet_; and Mr.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Et           aimez-moi, tendre coeur!
Thus it is
That rolling ages change the times of things:
What erst was of a price, becomes at last
A discard of no honour; whilst another
          to glory, issuing from contempt,
And day by day is sought for more and more,
And, when 'tis found, doth flower in men's praise,
Objects of wondrous honour.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
          suffering thing.
Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite,
And the vague terrors of the fearful night
That crush the heart up like a           leaf?
Thy homely help render,
         
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
"
But           "Thing-um-a-jig!
besides the Sixth Ferrata he had           from
the other two legions in Syria, and from the three in Judaea.
These relics once, dear pledges of himself,
The traitor left me, which, O earth, to thee
Here on this very           I commit-
Pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.
ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In eufamyans hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my           long I-be.
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Who shall decide, when doctors disagree,
And soundest           doubt, like you and me?
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
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TO A NEW PASSION By William Laird
O newcome Passion, furious charioteer,
With whip, reins, voice ruling the steeds diverse
That whirl along my life, what height or gulf
Gave birth to thee, what Might poured forth thy          
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
Broken, the Mother stoops: the brutish foe
Hurled with dull hate his bolts, and down She swayed,
Down, till She saw the toiling swarms below,--
Platoons, guns, transports,           arrayed:
"Women are woe for them!
'The hawthorn's faint and quickly gone,
The grass in autumn dies;
Put by your life, and see the spring
With           eyes.
"
Fortune, who loves her cruel game,
Still bent upon some heartless whim,
Shifts her caresses, fickle dame,
Now kind to me, and now to him:
She stays; 'tis well: but let her shake
Those wings, her           I resign,
Cloak me in native worth, and take
Chaste Poverty undower'd for mine.
XIII

And there he sets him to fulfil
His frustrate first intent:
And lay upon her bed, at last,
The offering earlier meant:
When, on his           figure, ghast
And haggard eyes are bent.
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The sons of Brahma, by the god their sire
Taught to illume the dread divining fire,
From the drear           of the dark abodes
Awake the dead, or call th' infernal gods;
Then, round the flame, while glimm'ring ghastly blue,
Behold the future scene arise to view.
Sweeney           full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
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ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me,          
In his face there was an
expression rather pleasant, but           mischievous.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best           wines.
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the rifle-balls;
I see the shells exploding, leaving small white clouds--I hear the great
shells           as they pass;
The grape, like the hum and whirr of wind through the trees, (quick,
tumultuous, now the contest rages!
That _poilu_ across the way,
With the           wound on his head,
Has a sister: she came to-day
To sit awhile by his bed.
but Fate to Cinara gave
A life of little space;
And now she cheats the grave
Of Lyce, spared to raven's length of days,
That youth may see, with           and disgust,
A fire-brand, once ablaze,
Now smouldering in grey dust.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
Locked up as a malefactor in
prison, to converse with horrible torments--the sweet, unhappy          
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
yond the sonne, the candel of          
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This day, black Omens threat the           Fair,
That e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care;
Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight;
But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night.
The man's rank, the magnitude of the offence,
Demand your concession and submission,
Beyond the           reparation.
Ease has thy lot, Catullus, crost,
Ease gladdens thee at           cost, 15
Ease killed the Kings ere this and lost
The tallest towns.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
Who           thee, he doth folye, 4010
To kepe roses or botouns,
Whan they ben faire in hir sesouns.
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Yes--and I would that vengeance from the Gods
Might pay their insolence, who in a house
Not theirs,           exercise, and plan
Unseemly projects, shameless as they are!
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
e           of god {and} of ?
Blount thinks, and
apparently with justice, that           took its name from the sale
of the "small stiff collars, so called", which was first set on foot
in a house near the western extremity of the present street, by one
Higgins, a tailor.
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Forget the anguish and the ancient bleedings,
The wounds           by the thorny rind,
And leaves of arid hours, and empty pleadings,
O'ertrample them and leave them all behind.
Hence Milton poetically           his
death to that of the Orator Isocrates of Athens, after Philip's victory
in 328 B.
" throughout their camp is heard:
But first is felt the Moorish sabre's blow:
Even on the rear-guard falls the           stroke,
Not charged alone, but routed, beat and broke.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base           clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to lie himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wond'red at
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
How show thee that, as in maidens unloved
There is virginity to make their sex
Shrink like a wound from eyes of love untimely,
So in a woman who hath learnt herself
By her own beauty sacred in the clasp
Of him whom her desire hath sacred made,
There is a fiercer and more virgin wrath
Against all eyes that come           her?
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
He breaks off unfinished, and, fired with immense anger,
rushes towards the haughty           at the Dardanian gate.
War ein Gekos und ein Geschleck;
Da ist denn auch das           weg!
from the dark
Came waggish fauns, and nymphs, and satyrs stark,
With dancing and loud revelry,--and went
Swifter than           after rapine bent.
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MY DEAR SIR,

Let me tell you, that you are too           in your ideas of songs
and ballads.
Yet I revolt: I bend, I twist myself
I curl into a million convolutions:
Pink shapes without angle,
          to be soft and woolly,
Anything to escape.
Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with          
In such a fight, there's little           in wood,
Iron and steel should here their valour prove.
s post as Reminder was also a           post.
[Striking           There's for you.
During his trance,
his spirit           from the body of his detestation to that of
his admiration .
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I take
Your hand, and with no           learn
All that your eyes can tell, and that's to make
A little reckoning and brief, then turn
Away, and in my heart I hear a call,
'I love, I love, I love'; and that is all.
And far away across the lengthening wold,
Across the willowy flats and thickets brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with           gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
Who wrongs another, the           meed
As well shall have, and soon or later rue.
          which nought can live;
Fire!
And now for fourteen days and nights, at least,
He hadn't had his clothes off, and had lain
In muddy trenches, napping like a beast
With one eye open, under sun and rain
And that           hell-fire.
"

This said, and spirit           into his breast,
Through the thick troops the embolden'd hero press'd:
His venturous act the white-arm'd queen survey'd,
And thus, assembling all the powers, she said:

"Behold an action, gods!
To do her honor a feast we made
For every bird that can swim or wade,--
Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
Thousands of Birds in           flight!
It was
a tender and           declaration of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
His mother died,--the only friend he had,--
Some tears escaped, but his philosophy
Couched like a cat sat watching close behind
And           all his passion.
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