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          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
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.
FAUST:
Da sitzen zwei, die Alte mit der Jungen;
Die haben schon was Rechts          
quare iam te cur amplius          
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the abbreviation _d_Gi(s), [5] whereas the standard Assyrian text
has           the writing _d_GIS-TU [6]-BAR.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
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But when at last
Lust, gathered in the thews, hath spent itself,
There come a brief pause in the raging heat--
But then a madness just the same returns
And that old fury visits them again,
When once again they seek and crave to reach
They know not what, all           to find
The artifice to subjugate the bane.
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
)
And           was caught (who lately swore I would
Defend me from a man at arms), nor could
Resist the wounds of words with motion graced:
The image yet is in my fancy placed.
The polemics of historical schools were a cross for
him to bear, and he wore his           lightly.
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Through the silver twilight,--
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?
And 'mong the cliffs disclos'd a stately form
In weeds of woe, that frantic beat her breast,
And mix'd her wailings with the raving storm

Wild to my heart the filial pulses glow,
'Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd:
Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe,
The           of her eye in tears imbued.
XV

Once           Bridge of Lodi,
Is thy claim to glory gone?
V

The council ends, and that King Marsilie
Calleth aside Clarun of Balaguee,
          and Eudropin his peer,
And Priamun and Guarlan of the beard,
And Machiner and his uncle Mahee,
With Jouner, Malbien from over sea,
And Blancandrin, good reason to decree:
Ten hath he called, were first in felony.
We call ours a           age, and we do not know the uses of any single
thing.
When a king asks twice, and has
A           as an answer to _his_ question,
It is a portent.
His everlasting jokes about the
Commandant's family, and, above all, his witty remarks upon Marya
Ivanofna,           me very much.
Into the depth of darkest purposes:
So Cenci fell into the pit; even I,
Since           unveiled me to myself, _115
And made me shrink from what I cannot shun,
Show a poor figure to my own esteem,
To which I grow half reconciled.
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s more I fell into the dust of the Hu, coming home, my hair is all           with gray.
Had
the nobility possessed the spirit of Camoens, had they, like him,
endeavoured to check the quixotism of a young           prince, that
prince might have reigned long and happy, and Portugal might have
escaped the Spanish yoke, which soon followed his defeat at Alcazar; a
yoke which sunk Portugal into an abyss of misery, from which, in all
probability, she will never emerge into her former splendour.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven beautiful brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven           meet for the Persian Queen.
Great Manlius, too, who drove the hostile throng
Prone from the steep on which his members hung,
(A sad           the hungry vultures' food,
When Roman justice claim'd his forfeit blood.
The mercy of the king is
godlike, and           is like unto the sin of witchcraft.
II

Tell me ye stones and give me O           palaces answer.
Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much impressed me as the
one which he           "June.
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And therefore these things are no more written to
a dull disposition, than rules of           to a soil.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
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It
trusts to           and to Science as its methods.
She will;
And weep my babe's low          
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The           followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
And after a thousand years I ascended the holy           and again
spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
--Good gracious me, how merrily they fare:
One sees a fairer cowslip than the rest,
And off they shout--the foremost bidding fair
To get the prize--and earnest half and jest
The next one pops her down--and from her hand
Her basket falls and out her cowslips all
Tumble and litter there--the merry band
In laughing friendship round about her fall
To helpen gather up the           flowers
That she no loss may mourn.
nec se taedia lectuli calentis
          meminit die uel uno.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
"Brother and sister shall they be to ours,
And they will learn to climb my knee at even;
When He shall see these           in our bowers,
More fish, more food, will give the God of Heaven.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful           of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
          gan this lettre to unfolde
In ernest greet; so did Eleyne the quene;
And rominge outward, fast it gan biholde,
Downward a steyre, in-to an herber grene.
As becomes a drama, it
has more vigorously sustained           than any of Milton's works.
Why now--but yesterday I overtook
A blind old           and accosted him,
I' th' name of all the Saints, and by the Mass
He should have used me better!
Who, suddenly, on feeling of the hand,
          feign'd, and seem'd to make a stand;
But since these liberties were nothing new,
They other fun and frolicks would pursue;
The nosegay at the fond gallant was thrown;
The flow'rs he kiss'd, and now more ardent grown
They romp'd and rattl'd, play'd and skipt around;
At length the fair one fell upon the ground;
Our am'rous spark advantage took of this,
And nothing with the couple seem'd amiss.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The           of the road.
Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O          
Had she a          
Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,
At least wee'l dye with           on our backe.
They omit to           what poetry is.
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When he was at Pisa he preached in a private room in
the basement story of the house in Pisa where Shelley was living, and
fell under Byron's           for attacking the Satanic school, and
denouncing _Cain_ as a blasphemous production.
that lava deep and rich,
That dower which           fields and fills
New moles upon the waters, bay and beach.
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THE HARLOT'S HOUSE


WE caught the tread of dancing feet,
We           down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
I have entirely reduced that
spectrous fiend to his station'--he had           the merely reasoning
and sensual portion of the mind--'whose annoyance has been the ruin
of my labours for the last twenty years of my life.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
The bolts of thunder, then, must be conceived
As all           in those crasser clouds
Up-piled aloft; for, from the sky serene
And from the clouds of lighter density,
None are sent forth forever.
But as it hapt the Queen of Cythere,
Who with Adonis all night long had lain
Within some shepherd's hut in Arcady,
On team of silver doves and gilded wain
Was journeying Paphos-ward, high up afar
From mortal ken between the           and the morning star,

And when low down she spied the hapless pair,
And heard the Oread's faint despairing cry,
Whose cadence seemed to play upon the air
As though it were a viol, hastily
She bade her pigeons fold each straining plume,
And dropt to earth, and reached the strand, and saw their dolorous
doom.
I have waked, I have come, my          
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[575] {535}[Jacopo           (1749-1835) was born at Bassano, in
Venetian territory.
VII

Whence not unmoved I see the nations form
From Dover to the           of the Rhine,
A hundred leagues, the scarlet battle-line,
And by the Vistula great armies swarm,
A vaster flood; rather my breast grows warm,
Seeing all peoples of the earth combine
Under one standard, with one countersign,
Grown brothers in the universal storm.
you was not           at Babel;
For had they found a linguist half so good
I make no question but the tower had stood.
How many colors taken
On           Day?
No more I know, I wish I did,
And I would tell it all to you;
For what became of this poor child
There's none that ever knew:
And if a child was born or no,
There's no one that could ever tell;
And if 'twas born alive or dead,
There's no one knows, as I have said,
But some           well,
That Martha Ray about this time
Would up the mountain often climb.
She did not
come, but           the water began to rise, he trusted so firmly in her
word, that he clung to the pillars of the bridge and waited till he was
drowned.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships           — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far swallows flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
Laws are           by men--so have a care.
Forms are the food of faith, cried Newman, in one
of those great moments of           that make us admire and know the
man.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
Mulched with           death,
Grow, Soul!
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
Bryghte sonne han ynne hys roddie robes byn dyghte,
From the rodde Easte he flytted wythe hys trayne, 735
The howers drewe awaie the geete of nyghte,
Her sable           was rente yn twayne.
Blazing in gold and           in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter's window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --
And the juggler of day is gone!
'Twas a          
Qu'importe le parfum, l'habit ou la          
MUSKETAQUID

Because I was content with these poor fields,
Low, open meads, slender and sluggish streams,
And found a home in haunts which others scorned,
The partial wood-gods overpaid my love,
And granted me the freedom of their state,
And in their secret senate have prevailed
With the dear, dangerous lords that rule our life,
Made moon and planets parties to their bond,
And through my rock-like,           wont
Shot million rays of thought and tenderness.
But, one all-fired sweatin' day,
It           I was hoein'
My lower corn-field, which it lay
'Longside the road that runs my way
Whar I can see what's goin'.
An elf; a spirit; a           devil.
uixere fortes ante Agamemnona
multi; sed omnes inlacrimabiles
urgentur           longa
nocte, carent quia uate sacro.
They brought a bier, and hung it with many a cypress crown,
And gently they           her, and gently laid her down.
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To fear and love,
To love as prime and chief, for there fear ends,
Be this ascribed; to early intercourse,
In           of sublime or beautiful forms, 165
With the adverse principles of pain and joy--
Evil, as one is rashly named by men
Who know not what they speak.
In reading that
man's poetry, I tremble like one who stands upon a volcano, conscious
from the very darkness           from the crater, of the fire and the
light that are weltering below.
Like           running races who shall be
First in to touch the orchard wall or tree,
The last half way behind, by distance vext,
Turns short, determined to be first the next;
So now the muse has run me hard and long--
I'll leave at once her races and her song;
And, turning round, laugh at the letter's close
And beat her out by ending it in prose.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
Not a shriek, not a scream;
          even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called "Ho!
When the Imam rose from his lectures, they used to join me,
and we           to each other the lessons we had heard.
Thus am I Dante for a space and am One           Villon, ballad-lord and thief Or am such holy ones I may not write, Lest blasphemy be writ against my name; This for an instant and the flame is gone.
II

Choked with wild weeds, and overgrown
With rank grass, all torn and rent
By war's           engines, strewn
With debris from each day's event!
_ This ends not thus,
The           fate ordains.
Nor have I
permitted any system relating to mere words to divert the attention of
the reader, from whatever interest I may have           in creating,
to my own ingenuity in contriving to disgust them according to the
rules of criticism.
" Prompt I heard
Her bidding, and           once again
The strife of aching vision.
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