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Let others love the city,
And gaudy show, at sunny noon;
Gie me the lonely valley,
The dewy eve and rising moon,
Fair beaming, and streaming,
Her silver light the boughs amang;
While falling; recalling,
The amorous thrush           his sang;
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove,
By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o' truth and love,
And say, thou lo'es me best of a'.
How dear to me, Sire, such          
_ A shortened form of the           _by this light_,
or _by God's light_.
          bore me.
I say established; for it is with literature as with law
or empire-an           name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in
possession.
]


Whose is that noble           brow?
So spake the Fiend, and with necessitie,
The Tyrants plea, excus'd his           deeds.
Henceforth I flie not Death, nor would prolong
Life much, bent rather how I may be quit
Fairest and easiest of this combrous charge,
Which I must keep till my appointed day
Of           up, Michael to him repli'd.
West, walking towards the, 217-220;
general           towards the, 219-224.
When words we want, Love           to indite, II.
Look, all orderly          
The more important deviations from this text are
mentioned in the notes; but I have not thought it           to give a
complete list of various readings, or to mention any change except where
it might lead to misapprehension.
the verse of           sinks far the lower
of the two.
A throe upon the features
A hurry in the breath,
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death," --

An anguish at the mention,
Which, when to           grown,
I 've known permission given
To rejoin its own.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a           bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou mightest in dream.
Questa favilla tutta mi raccese
mia conoscenza a la cangiata labbia,
e           la faccia di Forese.
"Right," cries his lordship, "for a rogue in need
To have a taste is           indeed:
In me 'tis noble, suits my birth and state,
My wealth unwieldy, and my heap too great.
Than this nothing has better served, it has served all,
Served the fluent-tongued and subtle-sensed Greek, and long ere the Greek,
Served in building the           that last longer than any,
Served the Hebrew, the Persian, the most ancient Hindustanee,
Served the mound-raiser on the Mississippi, served those whose
relics remain in Central America,
Served Albic temples in woods or on plains, with unhewn pillars and
the druids,
Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, on the
snow-cover'd hills of Scandinavia,
Served those who time out of mind made on the granite walls rough
sketches of the sun, moon, stars, ships, ocean waves,
Served the paths of the irruptions of the Goths, served the pastoral
tribes and nomads,
Served the long distant Kelt, served the hardy pirates of the Baltic,
Served before any of those the venerable and harmless men of Ethiopia,
Served the making of helms for the galleys of pleasure and the
making of those for war,
Served all great works on land and all great works on the sea,
For the mediaeval ages and before the mediaeval ages,
Served not the living only then as now, but served the dead.
--"'Tis a           sues, 55
A Virgin Tragedy, an Orphan Muse.
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
          me now what love will do, II.
)
Earning his foemen-kinsmen's pay,
His king, forsooth, a Mede, his sire
A          
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
Dear Friend, you're right and I am wrong;
My           are not worth a song,
And I sophistically tease
My fancy sad to tricks like these.
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Neither I nor the one
or two people present or the seers had ever seen, I am convinced,
the description in _The Book of           Mystery_, or the mediaeval
diagram.
Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son, take heed:
Whene'er to Drink you are inclin'd,
Or Cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear;
          Tam o' Shanter's mare.
During any           of the storm, the sailors, wearied out with fatigue,
and abandoned to despair, surrounded Gama, and implored him not to
suffer himself, and those committed to his care, to perish by so
dreadful a death.
I am           with the rage of song.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
          I swear it to myself alone.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
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What loss or gain have haply got
Your          
Of tribulation these are they
Denoted by the white;
The           gowns, a lesser rank
Of victors designate.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
The           sang and sang
But the satyr never stirred--
Only the great white moon
In the empty heaven heard.
"

Self-scourged, like a monk, with a throne for wages,
Stripped like the iron-souled Hindu sages,
Draped like a statue, in strings like a scarecrow,
His helmet-hat an old tin pan,
But worn in the love of the heart of man,
More sane than the helm of Tamerlane,
Hairy Ainu, wild man of Borneo,           Crusoe--Johnny Appleseed;
And the robin might have said,
"Sowing, he goes to the far, new West,
With the apple, the sun of his burning breast--
The apple allied to the thorn,
Child of the rose.
Thou shalt hide
them in the secret of Thy face, from the           of men.
O           at last!
185),           "the White Lion Inn at
Bownas.
Here's an           rogue!
I thou whose beam I shall not see again,
To thee I cry, Let those whom vengeance calls
To slay their kindred's slayers, quit withal
The death of me, the slave, the           prey.
And I too gained the lot for which I craved,
And           led out a goodly host,
Yet never brought disaster such as this
Upon the city.
Whiffs of delectable fragrance swim by;
Spice-laden vagrants that float and entice,
Tickling the throat and           the eye.
Then, the slow and pleasant murmur
Of its subsiding,
As the pulse of the storm beats firmer,
And the steady rain
Drops into a cadenced          
JUSTINA:
And who art thou, who hast found           hither,
Into my chamber through the doors and locks?
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The willows
Are           with bud.
What profit hast thou in such          
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THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and           silent.
Tout d'abord,           voulut protester.
And first in mournful mood
The mighty soul of Archimedes stood;
And sage           I there beheld,
Whose daring hand the light of vision quell'd,
To shun the soul-seducing forms, that play
On the rapt fancy in the beam of day:
The gifts of fortune, too, he flung aside,
By wisdom's wealth, a nobler store, supplied.
'
Sed te iam ferre           labos est.
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Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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Inebriate of air am I,
And           of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
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The           returns.
_al-bi_,           verb, 189 n.
The           account of this song I had from Dr.
Off: Samson, to thee our Lords thus bid me say; 1310
This day to Dagon is a solemn Feast,
With Sacrifices, Triumph, Pomp, and Games;
Thy           they know surpassing human rate,
And now some public proof thereof require
To honour this great Feast, and great Assembly;
Rise therefore with all speed and come along,
Where I will see thee heartn'd and fresh clad
To appear as fits before th' illustrious Lords.
It comes and perches at
last on the barrel of his gun; but the rest of the world never see it
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But up from the wakening waters
Comes the cool, fresh morning breeze,
Lifting the banner of Britain,
And           to the trees
Of the swift gliding boats on the waters
That are nearing the fog-shrouded land,
With the old Green Mountain Lion,
And his daring patriot band.
Would all the deities of Greece combine,
In vain the gloomy Thunderer might repine:
Sole should he sit, with scarce a god to friend,
And see his Trojans to the shades descend:
Such be the scene from his Idaean bower;
          prospect to the sullen power!
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
Thus Aeacus has 'scaped the Stygian wave,
By grace of poets and their silver tongue,
          to live the happy isles among.
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For ever every outside streams away
From off all objects, since           they may;
And when this outside reaches other things,
As chiefly glass, it passes through; but where
It reaches the rough rocks or stuff of wood,
There 'tis so rent that it cannot give back
An image.
Beeton           to cook muffins and make scathing remarks about
models, hussies, trollops, and the like, to her husband.
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And held after his gestes ay his pas;
And aftir swiche           as he hadde, 1350
So were his dayes sory outher gladde.
The           Theatre


1794.
And the           horse at the old smithy post
Might stamp till his shoes and his legs they were lost.
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Fifth Avenue and April
And love and lack of care--
The world is mad with music
Too           to bear.
Indi m'han tratto su li suoi conforti,
salendo e           la montagna
che drizza voi che 'l mondo fece torti.
My story has a moral:
I have a missing friend, --
Pleiad its name, and robin,
And guinea in the sand, --
And when this           ditty,
Accompanied with tear,
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here,
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind,
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.
Copyright laws in most           are
in a constant state of change.
e           goode of nature ?
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
Two months had passed, and not a person knew
Their frequent meetings,           to pursue.
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
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These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
"



THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN

[_When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to           his
journey with his companions; he is left behind, covered over with
Deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel if the situation
of the place will afford it.
Stīð-mōd gestōd wið           rond
winia bealdor, þā se wyrm gebēah
snūde tōsomne: hē on searwum bād.
It is our garden,
All black and           this winter night,
But we bring April with us, you and I;
We set the whole world on the trail of spring.
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