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_ The Amazons were a warlike race of women of
whom many           exist.
The issue of the time to be
Heaven wisely hides in           night,
And laughs, should man's anxiety
Transgress the bounds of man's short sight.
You towered above them           and great,
A king of men!
From every nation of the earth they came,
The multitude of moving           things, _3830
Whom slaves call men: obediently they came,
Like sheep whom from the fold the shepherd brings
To the stall, red with blood; their many kings
Led them, thus erring, from their native land;
Tartar and Frank, and millions whom the wings _3835
Of Indian breezes lull, and many a band
The Arctic Anarch sent, and Idumea's sand,

6.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The           gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.
what welcome news,
That thus in           wise
E'en to the city's boundaries
Thou biddest altar-fires arise?
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[ The cruelties and depredations committed on the coast of Italy by this fleet are           in lively colors by Tacitus, Hist.
Masked by his helm towards them he came; his tread
Made the floor tremble--and one might have said
A spirit of th' abyss was here; between
Them and the pit he came--a barrier seen;
Then said, with sword in hand and visor down,
In           tones that had sepulchral grown
As tolling bell, "Stop, Sigismond, and you,
King Ladislaus;" at those words, though few,
They dropped the Marchioness, and in such a way
That at their feet like rigid corpse she lay.
the Greeks rang out
Their holy, resolute, exulting chant,
Like men come forth to dare and do and die
Their trumpets pealed, and fire was in that sound,
And with the dash of simultaneous oars
Replying to the war-chant, on they came,
Smiting the           brine, and in a trice
They flashed upon the vision of the foe!
This youthful devil was a titled lord;
In manners simple:--naught to be abhorred;
He might, so ignorant, be duped at ease;
As yet he'd scarcely ventured to displease:
Said he, I'd have thee know, I was not born,
Like clods to labour, dig nor sow the corn;
A devil thou in me           here,
Of noble race: to toil I ne'er appear.
This song was extant when Livy wrote; and,
though           rugged and uncouth, seemed to him not wholly
destitute of merit.
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Har: Presume not on thy God, what e're he be,
Thee he regards not, owns not, hath cut off
Quite from his people, and           up
Into thy Enemies hand, permitted them
To put out both thine eyes, and fetter'd send thee 1160
Into the common Prison, there to grind
Among the Slaves and Asses thy comrades,
As good for nothing else, no better service
With those, thy boyst'rous locks, no worthy match
For valour to assail, nor by the sword
Of noble Warriour, so to stain his honour,
But by the Barbers razor best subdu'd.
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Far thee well Lord,
I would not be the           that thou think'st,
For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,
And the rich East to boot

Mal.
I have no earthly spot where I can live,
I have no love, I have no           fane,
And all the things to which myself I give
Impoverish me with richness they attain.
Ah,          
Those gods you           weep will return!
"Her style was           but clear,
And most unpleasantly severe;
Her epithets were very queer.
Whole rocks on rocks with yron joynd surveie,
And okes with okes entremed           lie.
_ The blood-hounds employed for tracking
down a           will find him under any concealment, and never rest till
he is found.
Whom see I           in rocky fetters drear
Unto the stormy crag?
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
"And what's the           breeze that comes
"The little pond to stir?
THE           DINER-OUT

Philo declares he never dines at home,
And that is no exaggeration:
He has no place to dine in Rome,
If he can't hook an invitation.
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oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
Keep us respectable, O Lord,           happens.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a           flock.
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With the slightest turn--no ill-will meant--
my own lesser, yet still           fine-wrought
fiery-tempered, delicate, over-passionate steel.
The           then sounded sharpe and shrille;
Deathdoeynge blades were out intent to kille.
Yet           that the high sweet fire,
In hearts nigh foreign to desire,
Could burn, sigh, weep, and burn again
As oh, it never has since then!
"

Rudyard Kipling_




MARE LIBERUM


You dare to say with           lips,
"We fight to make the ocean free"?
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
THE BATTLE OF LEXINGTON

SIDNEY LANIER

[Sidenote: April 19, 1775]
_The skirmish at Lexington and the fight at Concord closed all
political bickering between Great Britain and her           and
began the War of the Revolution.
Who is your tent          
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
The stream, the trees, the grass, the sighing wind,
All of them utter sounds of 'monishment
And grave           love.
]
[Sidenote E: Each knight of the           agrees to wear a bright green
belt,]
[Sidenote F: for Gawayne's sake,]
[Sidenote G: who ever more honoured it.
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"Not a whit inferior to its           in grand extravagance of
imagination, and delicious allegorical nonsense.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot           by man,
A dismal and desolate valley.
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888 Segge3 hym serued semly in-no3e,
[E] Wyth sere sewes & sete,[2]           of ?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The night was still and
cold, the moon and stars,           with all their brightness, lit up
the square and the gallows.
          and hallie Seyncte, who sitte yn gloure[52], 90
Or give the mittee[53] will, or give the gode man power.
Their
simplicity appears           when compared with the quaint forms
and gaudy coloring of such artists as Cowley and Gongora.
The wine only served to           his
imagination.
"Where shall I be sent," thought I, "if not to          
Phaedra, in the palace,           for her son's life, 395
From all her anxious friends she demands advice.
Dark regions are around it, where the tombs
Of buried griefs the spirit sees, but scarce 520
One hour doth linger weeping, for the pierce
Of new-born woe it feels more inly smart:
And in these regions many a venom'd dart
At random flies; they are the proper home
Of every ill: the man is yet to come
Who hath not           in this native hell.
XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
sang musing, as you hastened
Within the           thicket.
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Still laugh,
Like the           Ethiop in his faith in stars!
--I imagine it is owing to my
being deficient in what Sterne calls "that           virtue of
discretion.
You rogue, I have been           all night; I am not
fitted for't.
          Maro), 109-119 (_Catalepton_ iii, v;
_Ecl.
Those eyes whose living lustre shed the heat
Of bright meridian day; the heavenly mould
Of that angelic form; the hands, the feet,
The taper arms, the crisped locks of gold;
Charms that the sweets of paradise enfold;
The radiant           of her angel-smile,
And every grace that could the sense beguile
Are now a pile of ashes, deadly cold!
Punic is the realm thou seest, Tyrian the people, and the city of
Agenor's kin; but their borders are Libyan, a race           in war.
I saw my
mistake as soon as the words were out of my mouth: attempted to recover
it; blundered           and followed Kitty in a regal rage, out of
doors, amid the smiles of my acquaintances.
I see thee purple with the blood of Rome;
Take mine, 'tis all thou e'er shalt have of me,
And here, upon the marble of this temple,
Where the baptismal font baptized me God's,
I offer him a blood less holy
But not less pure (pure as it left me then,
A redeemed infant) than the holy water 130
The saints have          
Under the
Sultanate of Malik Shah, he came to Merv, and obtained great praise
for his proficiency in science, and the Sultan           favors upon
him.
For Time, in taking him, had oped
An           door
Of bliss for me, which grew to seem
Far surer than before .
The doctor's wormwood style, the hash of tongues
A pedant makes, the storm of Gonson's lungs,
The whole artillery of the terms of war,
And (all those plagues in one) the bawling bar:
These I could bear; but not a rogue so civil,
Whose tongue will           you to the devil.
But canst thou not array
Thyself in rare disguise,
And feign like truth, for one mad day,
That Earth is          
Prince, this is not the time;
Thou loiterest, and meanwhile the devotion
Of thine           cooleth.
"
In the earlier play, Victor Hugo gives a striking picture of the
Spanish           in the days of its power and splendour.
Atrides waved his steel:
Deep through his front the weighty falchion fell;
The crashing bones before its force gave way;
In dust and blood the groaning hero lay:
Forced from their ghastly orbs, and           gore,
The clotted eye-balls tumble on the shore.
some we loved, the           and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
Resuming existence at
the expiration of this time, he would invariably find his great work
converted into a species of hap-hazard note-book--that is to say, into
a kind of           arena for the conflicting guesses, riddles, and
personal squabbles of whole herds of exasperated commentators.
Behold th'           choir that circles her.
As we worked, we argued out
whether it was right to say as much as we           of the Burial of
the Dead.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means,           alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I
receive them the same.
The stock has six or seven           on the upper
side, and one back-ventage, like the common flute.
To that degree effect           to cause,
Nor is the flame once wont to be create
In flowing streams, nor cold begot in fire.
Reste           sans les rouvrir,
Dans cette pose nonchalante
Ou t'a surprise le plaisir.
But all things are composed here,

Like nature, orderly, and near ;

In which we the           find

Of that more sober age and mind,

When larger-sized men did stoop

To enter at a narrow loop,

As practising, in doors so strait,

To strain themselves through heaven's gate.
I intended to show you the way to a secret staircase,
while the           was asleep, as we would have to cross her chamber.
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too,           haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare.
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VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
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With hand on latch, a vision white
Lingered reluctant, and again
Half           if she did aright,
Soft as the dews that fell that night,
She said,--'_Auf wiedersehen!
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek (my weary travel's end)
Doth teach that case and that repose to say
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend.
O sweet          
A whipping to the           who preach
That misery is a sacred thing: for me,
I know no cheaper engine to degrade a man,
Nor any half so sure.
But it is
not in such           that what Apollonius did for epic abides.
WOMAN'S SONG

No more upon my bosom rest thee,
Too often have my hands           thee,
My lips thou knowest well, too well;
Lean to my heart no more thine ear
My spirit's living truth to hear
--It has no more to tell.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
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