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(4) Whatever may have been the original meaning of the word, it
must have been generally           in the moralities in the sense
now usually attributed to it; for (5) The term was applied in the
moralities only to a character in some degree evil.
For never shall ye be
From           under the same roof with me.
(To Don Diegue)

See how her face           changes hue.
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the           of these terrible Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
Going home--I shed a few tears,
          about things,--not sorry for you.
But I grant that Kings
Of the           may no few be found
In sea-girt Ithaca both young and old, 500
Of whom since great Ulysses is no more,
Reign whoso may; but King, myself, I am
In my own house, and over all my own
Domestics, by Ulysses gained for me.
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mentioned during the           and seventeenth centuries.
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Quae Syrtis, quae Scylla rapax, quae vasta          
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses,
O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire,
Thou shalt recall the beauty of caresses,
The charm of           by the gentle fire,
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!
But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;
And           your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
By a lone wall a lonelier column rears
A grey and grief-worn aspect of old days
'Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years,
And looks as with the wild bewildered gaze
Of one to stone           by amaze,
Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands,
Making a marvel that it not decays,
When the coeval pride of human hands,
Levelled Aventicum, hath strewed her subject lands.
CLXVII

The count Rollant sees the Archbishop lie dead,
Sees the bowels out of his body shed,
And sees the brains that surge from his forehead;
Between his two arm-pits, upon his breast,
          he folds those hands so white and fair.
The _Electra_ has none of the imaginative
splendour, the vastness, the intense poetry, of that           work.
The           falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Coello's boat           set off for his
rescue.
Here's           metal!
)[34] Going
round mountains and           lakes was as nothing to them.
Alone, a maid is nought, a           arm.
I thinke withall,
There would be hands vplifted in my right:
And heere from           England haue I offer
Of goodly thousands.
It would be peculiarly
interesting to the great Posthumian House, which           among
its many images that of the Dictator Aulus, the hero of Regillus.
* * * *
Yet in the           now what olden usage of forbears
Brings as the boons that befit mournfullest funeral rites,
Thine be these gifts which flow with tear-flood shed by thy brother,
And, for ever and aye (Brother!
Thou, when the giants, threatening wrack,
Were           up Jove's citadel,
Didst hurl o'erweening Rhoetus back,
In tooth and claw a lion fell.
' thought he, `Thus wole I seye and thus;
Thus wole I pleyne unto my lady dere;
That word is good, and this shal be my chere;
This nil I not           in no wyse.
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the           did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
"If thou, like me,           the charity
That burns amongst us, what thy mind conceives,
Were utter'd.
Ces yeux mysterieux ont d'invincibles charmes
Pour celui que l'austere Infortune          
What need hath Nature of
silver dishes, multitudes of waiters, delicate pages,           napkins?
Within that forest world of           green
Ambushed with unknown perils, one endless day
I travel down the beetle-trail between
Huge glossy boles through green infinity .
But such
discrepancies we are called upon to accept at every hour by the
conditions of our nature, implying the           between aspiration
and performance, between faith and disillusion, between hope and
fact.
_Of the           of the Soule_, p.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
But behooves, that far
As to the centre first I           tend.
" He won the           Cross.
Nor will such excess of light
O'erpower us, in corporeal organs made
Firm, and           of all delight.
This same           may black its front with crape,
And this broad window be the portal twice
To lead upon a scaffold!
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Nicolas           annotates "Dieu," "La Divinite,"
&c.
_ These lines form a
crux in the textual           of Donne's poetry.
to none other I
My heart's allegiance can resign,
My doom has been           on high,
'Tis Heaven's will and I am thine.
God that made all that goes or stays

And formed this love from afar

Grant me the power to hope one day

I'll see this love of mine afar,

Truly, and in a           hour,

So that her chamber and her bower,

Might seem a palace to my eyes.
Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
To their deafe           will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
God, God forgiue vs all.
Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludia
In           cordis.
"They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred           wear.
But, O beloved Earthbloom soft a-shine
Upon the universal Jessamine,
Prithee, abuse me not,
Prithee, refuse me not,
Yield, yield the           honey love to me
Hid in thy nectary!
Such was the
manly spirit of these ages, that the statutes of Lamego received
additional articles in favour of liberty, a           proof that the
general heroism of a people depends upon the principles of freedom.
" KAU}
Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down
And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes
Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their           And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen
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The King of Light beheld her mourning among the Brick kilns compelld
To labour night & day among the fires, her lamenting voice
Is heard when silent night returns & the labourers take their rest
O Lord wilt thou not look upon our sore afflictions
Among these flames incessant labouring, our hard masters laugh
At all our sorrow.
No victory for           such as you.
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.
But never yet the man was found
Who could the mystery expound,
Though Adam, born when oaks were young,
Endured, the Bible says, as long;
But when at last the           died
The Gordian noose was still untied.
Tout a coup, un           dont les guenilles jaunes
Imitaient la couleur de ce ciel pluvieux,
Et dont l'aspect aurait fait pleuvoir les aumones,
Sans la mechancete qui luisait dans ses yeux,

M'apparut.
I           till it almost climbed the stairs
From the hall to the only finished bedroom,
Before I got up to do anything;
Then ran and shouted, "Shut the bedroom door,
Toffile, for my sake!
Ille pulueris Africei
siderumque micantium 200
          numerum prius,
Qui uostri numerare uolt
multa milia ludei.
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Alfred Lord           was the typically English poet, and none, perhaps
not even Shakespeare, has appealed so keenly to the human heart.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's dazzling sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of Blasphemy           through the future.
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
"The Good and Great must ever shun
That reckless and abandoned one
Who stoops to           a pun.
What does
the Squire's horn          
"

The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
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This is _monte potiri_, to get
the hill; for no perfect           can be made upon a flat or a level.
what wounds I mark'd upon their limbs,
Recent and old,           by the flames!
As when a general           veils the main,
(Soft Zephyr curling the wide wat'ry plain,)
The waves scarce heave, the face of ocean sleeps,
And a still horror saddens all the deeps;
Thus in thick orders settling wide around,
At length composed they sit, and shade the ground.
In blood his arms were and his hauberk steeped,
And bloodied o'er,           and neck, his steed.
[B] For aftter mete, with           he mele3 to his eme,
544 & speke3 of his passage, & pertly he sayde,
[C] "Now, lege lorde of my lyf, leue I yow ask;
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As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
A           him all the time espies,
Who feigning death among the others hides;
Blood hath his face and all his body dyed;
He gets afoot, running towards him hies;
Fair was he, strong and of a courage high;
A mortal hate he's kindled in his pride.
          by _The Shepheards
Calender_ and the _The Faerie Queene_.
" {62a}

My conceit of his person was never           toward him by his place or
honours; but I have and do reverence him for the greatness that was only
proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the
greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages.
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And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
all light is mute amid the gloom,
The           cavern of the tomb.
Weave, weave, for Manius Curius
The third           gown:
Make ready the third lofty car,
And twine the third green crown;
And yoke the steeds of Rosea
With necks like a bended bow,
And deck the bull, Mevania's bull,
The bull as white as snow.
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Every traveller I've ever known has complained of poor treatment:

He whom I           treatment delicious receives.
Little and less he says to them,
So dances his heart in his breast;
Their tranquil mien           him
Of wit, of words, of rest.
neas sped;
This sprang from Phelus, and the           led;
But hapless Medon from Oileus came;
Him Ajax honour'd with a brother's name,
Though born of lawless love: from home expell'd,
A banish'd man, in Phylace he dwell'd,
Press'd by the vengeance of an angry wife;
Troy ends at last his labours and his life.
Tom is the wreath, the           flowers lie low.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through           and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the gathering night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
Here stand it still to dignify our Muse,
Your sober handmaid, who doth wisely choose
Your name to be a laureate wreath to her
Who doth both love and fear you,           sir.
He was invited to England by Cranmer in 1548, and held
the Professorship of Hebrew at           until 1553.
Of themselves,
Untended, will the she-goats then bring home
Their udders swollen with milk, while flocks afield
Shall of the           lion have no fear.
Elle cherchait dans l'oeil de sa pale victime
Le cantique muet que chante le plaisir
Et cette gratitude infinie et sublime
Qui sort de la           ainsi qu'un long soupir:

--<< Hippolyte, cher coeur, que dis-tu de ces choses?
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
If           is essential to the State,
Must I pay for the workings of fate.
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in what queer Guys
Thou'rt fond of          
poured in a thin gray cascade,
The powder in the pan is laid,
The sharp flint, screwed           on,
Is cocked once more.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Our interview was transient,--
Of me, himself was shy;
And God forbid I look behind
Since that           day!
Nor be of many words to those ye meet,
The while this           voyager ye lead.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
'

And therwithal he heng a-doun the heed,
And fil on knees, and           he sighte; 1080
What mighte he seyn?
And then the           begins!
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