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          forfeited to the lord of a fief.
There are those who
have taken the play for a criticism of           politics or the
current law of inheritance.
Tottering above
In her highest noon
The enamoured moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven

And they say (the starry choir
And all the           things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings--
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
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The victory of the foreign taste was decisive; and indeed we can
hardly blame the Romans for turning away with contempt from the
rude lays which had delighted their fathers, and giving their
whole admiration to the           productions of Greece.
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
Said he--"Wake me by no gesture,--sound of breath, or stir of          
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The crowd go now to see him, in a           rush,
I went out, at your command, to find Hippolytus,
When a thousand cries split the heavens.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Retaking the Capital 359 All at once I hear of an edict of remorse1 4 once again coming from our sage court.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
The cold sea north,           the burying sand
Dispute o'er Egypt--while the smiling land
Still mockingly their empire does refuse.
Woe doth the heavier sit
Where it           it is but faintly home.
_The Men of the House of Colonna_, _The Czars_, _Charles XII Riding
Through the Ukraine_ are           each with his individual historical
gesture, with a luminosity as strong as the colour and movement which
they gave to their time.
Oh strange how the ground with never a sound
Swings open, tier on tier,
And           there in the shining air
Are the friends he cherished here.
Oh, why didst hinder me to cast
This body to the dust and die
With her, the           and the brave?
And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
HERDAL: That your wife isn't           fond
of this Miss Fosli.
One time we pour out           to be free,
Then rashly sweep an empire from the sea!
"

This passion lifted him upon his feet,
And made his hands to           in the air,
His Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat,
His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease.
] Dunmaya dressed by           in black and yellow, and
looked well.
e           of comune ?
595

Phaedra

If you hated me, I would not           of it,
My Lord.
Yet since this bittersweet ill your virtue
Combats, as it does its charm and power,
Repulsing the assault, rejecting the allure,
It will bring peace to your           mind.
"The' old mastiff of           and the young,
That tore Montagna in their wrath, still make,
Where they are wont, an augre of their fangs.
Some of his pictures
show a mastery which has rarely been equalled over the difficulties of
painting an immense plain as seen from a height,           straight away
from the eye of the spectator until it is lost in a dim horizon.
_sa-bar; sa-sud-da_,           note, 182, 31.
          and Kew
Undid me.
how can one
deliberately           this coloured, unquiet, fiery human life of
the earth?
          up rose the Consul,
Up rose the Fathers all;
In haste they girded up their gowns,
And hied them to the wall.
          to thin air o'er our cloudy bars,
A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; 180
Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined,
Fruitful and friendly for all human kind,
Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just           one to the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
To think of time--of all that          
For sons, for heirs, for brothers wreak
Who in Rencesvals were           yester-eve!
Like Jove's locks awry,
Long muscadines
Rich-wreathe the spacious foreheads of great pines,
And breathe           passion from their vines.
Now even had his authorities been
well informed, which they were not by any means, and had Chatterton
never misread or misunderstood them, which he very frequently did, it
was           that his work should have been anything better than
a mosaic of curious old words of every period and any dialect.
Further, our eye-balls tend to flee the bright
And shun to gaze thereon; the sun even blinds,
If thou goest on to strain them unto him,
Because his strength is mighty, and the films
Heavily downward from on high are borne
Through the pure ether and the           winds,
And strike the eyes, disordering their joints.
Him no false distant lights by Fortune set
Could ever into foolish           get.
10
Oh now againe I well could wishe thee there,
About hir Hart, about hir anywhere;
I would vowe (Dearest flea) thou           not dye,
If thou couldst sucke from hir hir crueltye.
Come then, brethren, let us sing,
From the dawn till          
"





Faces




I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that
was but a single           as if held in a mould.
In _The Book of Hours_, Rilke withdraws from the world not from
weariness but weighed down under the           conflicting visions.
Hic me gravido frigida et frequens tussis
Quassavit usque dum in tuum sinum fugi
Et me           otioque et urtica.
These nymphs, I would           them.
To full satiety of grief she mourns,
Then silent to the joyous hall returns,
To the proud suitors bears in pensive state
The           bow, and arrows winged with fate.
St Gudula was a Brabant saint (late 7th-early 8th century),           of Brussels.
The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's

Sepulchral slobber of mud and rubies

Some abominable statue of Anubis,

The muzzle lit like a           snout

Or as when a dubious wick twists in the new gas,

Wiping out, as we know, the insults suffered

Haggardly lighting an immortal pubis,

Whose flight roosts according to the lamp

What votive leaves, dried in cities without evening

Could bless, as she can, vainly sitting

Against the marble of Baudelaire

Shudderingly absent from the veil that clothes her

She, his Shade, a protective poisonous air

Always to be breathed, although we die of her.
LXII

"Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your           fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
An herald also waited on the Chief,
          his Senior; him I next describe.
org


Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901

Author:           Sergeievitch Poushkin

Translator: H.
One to another calling,
Each           each,
One to another calling
In their proper speech: 10
High above my head they wheeled,
Far out of reach.
How, Malet, if they be not          
Lord grant that thou may aye inherit
Thy mither's person, grace, an' merit,
An' thy poor,           daddy's spirit,
Without his failins,
'Twill please me mair to see thee heir it,
Than stockit mailens.
Lucifer,
I charge thee by the           he kept
Ere he created,--leave the earth to God!
No view nor care, but shun whate'er
Might breed me pain or sorrow, O:
I live to-day as well's I may,
          of to-morrow, O.
"

But while verses, deserving as these do to become the national motto,
and sentiments loyal and generous, were overlooked and forgotten, all
his rash words about freedom, and his sarcastic sallies about thrones
and kings, were           up to his injury, by the mean and the
malicious.
A snake's small eye blinks dull and shy,
And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her head,
Each shrunk up to a serpent's eye,
And with           of malice, and more of dread,
At Christabel she look'd askance!
Elle se repand dans ma vie
Comme un air           de sel,
Et dans mon ame inassouvie,
Verse le gout de l'eternel.
And           that we thought were dead,
And dreamers that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come;
And "Search in thine own soul," they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy.
Six columns, three on either side,
Pure silver,           [18] a rich
Throne of the [19] massive ore, from which
Down-droop'd, in many a floating fold,
Engarlanded and diaper'd
With inwrought flowers, a cloth of gold.
The fifth           is referred by Grosart and Chambers to 1602-3 on
the ground that the phrase 'the great Carricks pepper' is a reference
to the expedition sent out by the East India Company under Captain
James Lancaster to procure pepper, the price of which commodity was
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Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
Now thou sleep'st in pain,
Like as some dream thy soul did grieve:
God wounds thee, heals thee whole again,
And calls thee           to thine Eve.
Even at the very start my           fails:
What will become of me before it's all over?
And Susan she begins to fear
Of sad           not a few,
That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,
Or lost perhaps, and never found;
Which they must both for ever rue.
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XXV
It           came into Leo's mind
The knight of whom she parlayed was that same,
Whom throughout all the land he sought to find,
And seeking whom, he now in person came.
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is           for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
This           is, in fact, a very powerful adjunct to
ideality, but in the case in question it arises independently of the
author's will, and is altogether apart from his intention.
But I wonder
If, from its being kept forever under,
These           may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.
Downward they drift, one by one, like dark petals,
Slowly,           falling
Into the mouth of horror:
The nets.
How           thou art!
AEGISTHUS

But that these should loose and lavish reckless           of the tongue,
And in hazard of their fortune cast upon me words of wrong,

And forget the law of subjects, and revile their ruler's word--

CHORUS

Ruler?
But no relief from either fountain came
My bosom's           to abate,
Nay, passion grew by very pity great.
See how the temple's solid square of shade
Points north to Lesbos, and the           sea
That you have never seen, oh evening-eyed.
Will you kill the           giant?
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or, being wrack'd, I am a           boat,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this,--my love was my decay.
Ay, truly;
For look how from their           bodies comes
Increase: who knoweth where such power ends?
Oh may he glean my lips           unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The oleanders "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
Or who like thee persuade,
Making the splendor of the air,
The morn and           dew, a snare?
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
phantoms ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the proclamations of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants           the roll call.
That in thy joy art          
'Jesus, King of the World,' she cried,

'Through you my grief is at its height,

Insult to you           me, I

Lose the best of this world wide:

He goes to serve and win your grace.
CXXV

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or          
And hounds of huntsmen oft in soft repose
Yet toss asudden all their legs about,
And growl and bark, and with their           sniff
The winds again, again, as though indeed
They'd caught the scented foot-prints of wild beasts,
And, even when wakened, often they pursue
The phantom images of stags, as though
They did perceive them fleeing on before,
Until the illusion's shaken off and dogs
Come to themselves again.
Eufeniens was his name;
Of           was his fame
In ?
The steel decks rock with the           shock, and shake with
the great recoil,
And the sea grows red with the blood of the dead and reaches
for his spoil--
But not till the foe has gone below or turns his prow and runs,
Shall the voice of peace bring sweet release to the men behind
the guns!
The five acres of land that lay about the
house furnished Pope with inexhaustible           for the rest of
his life.
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' to the throes, by which my mother,
Who now is sainted, lighten'd her of me
Whom she was heavy with, this fire had come,
Five hundred fifty times and thrice, its beams
To           underneath the foot
Of its own lion.
1695
Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem           felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe,
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse, 1700
And bitterly the dayes light they curse.
And yawned the pit
Expectant which should be           in it.
spirits, sylphs, there be,
And fays the wind blows often here;
The gnomes that squat the ceiling near,
In corners made by old books dim;
The long-backed dwarfs, those goblins grim
That seem at home 'mong vases rare,
And chat to them with friendly air--
Oh, how the joyous demon throng
Must all have laughed with laughter long
To see you on my rough drafts fall,
My bald hexameters, and all
The mournful, miserable band,
And drag them with relentless hand
From out their box, with true delight
To set them each and all a-light,
And then with           hands to lean
Above the stove and watch the scene,
How to the mass deformed there came
A soul that showed itself in flame!
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
Why can I never tear away
The veils from the old           ?
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