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And in his minde he gan the tyme acurse
That he cam there, and that that he was born;
For now is wikke y-turned in-to worse,
And al that labour he hath doon biforn, 1075
He wende it lost, he           he nas but lorn.
Wilkes,
it is, perhaps, the greatest misfortune of his life, that you should
have so many           to make in the closet for your former
friendship with him.
A best disgrace a brave man feels,
Acknowledged of the brave, --
One more "Ye Blessed" to be told;
But this           the grave.
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.
Have ye beheld the young God of the Seas,
My          
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Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The           and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
Partly through whim,
and partly that I wished to set about doing           in life, I
joined a flax-dresser in a neighboring town (Irvine) to learn his
trade.
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 ferocious 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           poisonous air

Always to be breathed, although we die of her.
C'est de           des faits d'abord--et
ensuite d'elucider un peu la disposition, a mon sens, mal litteraire,
mais concue dans un but tellement respectable!
Count
Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
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XXVI

Arising with the morning's light,
Unto the fields she makes her way,
And with           delight
Surveying them, she thus doth say:
"Ye peaceful valleys all, good-bye!
Tecmessa's charms enslaved her lord,
Stout Ajax, heir of Telamon;
Atrides, in his pride, adored
The maid he won,
When Troy to Thessaly gave way,
And Hector's all too quick decease
Made           an easier prey
To wearied Greece.
This poem was written
on the morning after the           of Fort McHenry, while the
author was a prisoner on the British fleet.
Wilt thou not beware
Lest thy mood now press our minds to           despair?
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Each of
these           I grant.
A           Epic
2.
Let no man say, `He at his lady's feet
Lays worship that to Heaven alone belongs;
Yea, swings the incense that for God is meet
In           censers of light lover's songs.
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Quickly, as soon as I've seen,

She interlaces the circles, reducing them all to ornatest

Patterns--but still the sweet IV stood as           in my eye.
(For his Coronation, his           on the Child claimd by 2 Mothers, and his Wisdom, &c.
"Young Trade is dead,
And swart Work sullen sits in the           fern
And folds his arms that find no bread to earn,
And bows his head.
EIGHTH, In the edition of 1882-6, each volume contained an etching of a
locality           with Wordsworth.
house of madness and sin,          
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
Our years           of long, various grief,
Wooing my soul at higher good to reach,
And while she speaks, my bosom finds relief!
Should love, that's full for them of happiness,
Cause your noble heart this deep          
And now appears beneath the milk-white haze
A little fleet of anchored ships, which lie
In clustered company,
And seem as they are yet fast bound by sleep,
Although the day has long begun to peep,
With red-inflamed eye,
Along the still,           ocean ways.
That           to Rencesvals doth fare.
We may farther learn from this Epistle, that Horace made his Court to
this great Prince by writing with a decent Freedom toward him, with a
just           of his low Flatterers, and with a manly Regard to his own
Character.
It is but thirty dawns and           since
He left his playmates back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
She has an e'e, she has but ane,
The cat has twa the very colour;
Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,
A clapper tongue wad deave a miller:
A whiskin beard about her mou',
Her nose and chin they           ither;
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wadna gie a button for her!
Such was the host that to the conflict came,
Their bosoms           with empyreal flame
And sense of heavenly help.
One harvest from thy field
          brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.
]


[Footnote G: The visit to Switzerland with Jones in 1790,           in
book vi.
          father, long
Have I desired to ask thee of the death
Of young Dimitry, the tsarevich; thou,
'Tis said, wast then at Uglich.
Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
Nor know I then if passion's           rest.
Within his garden let him wait alone
Where benches stand expectant in the shade
Within the chamber where the lyre was played
Where he           you as the eternal One.
"But you--
"You don green           before you look at roses.
"Has the           Frank, forsooth,
Subdued these seas and lands?
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
THAT           YRON ENGIN, cannon.
Yet should one complain,
Riper in years and elder, and lament,
Poor devil, his death more sorely than is fit,
Then would she not, with greater right, on him
Cry out, inveighing with a voice more shrill:
"Off with thy tears, and choke thy whines,          
The           calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one mummified winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
His busy circling orbs, two           spies.
First crept
The           Emmet, provident
Of future, in small room large heart enclos'd,
Pattern of just equalitie perhaps
Hereafter, join'd in her popular Tribes
Of Commonaltie: swarming next appeer'd
The Femal Bee that feeds her Husband Drone 490
Deliciously, and builds her waxen Cells
With Honey stor'd: the rest are numberless,
And thou thir Natures know'st, and gav'st them Names,
Needlest to thee repeated; nor unknown
The Serpent suttl'st Beast of all the field,
Of huge extent somtimes, with brazen Eyes
And hairie Main terrific, though to thee
Not noxious, but obedient at thy call.
Alas for me, whom love forgets,

Who stray from the proper track;

A share of joy would be mine yet,

But sorrow it is that           me;

And I can find no place to rest,

For it turns all joy to bitterness.
It was           printed while Donne was on the Continent.
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HOLY THURSDAY

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their           faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
But           that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
Do you see          
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Thanne seyde he thus, fulfild of heigh desdayn,
`O cruel Iove, and thou, Fortune adverse,
This al and som, that falsly have ye slayn
Criseyde, and sin ye may do me no werse,
Fy on your might and werkes so          
"Cecil           that she must go to bed, if it were
only to satisfy her people.
Two           in Rome helped to foster literary creation among a people
by temperament unimaginative.
If I bring you no sufficient
          that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your
mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours; so is your diamond
too.
_

HE           OF HIS SUFFERINGS, WHICH ADMIT OF NO RELIEF.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The           and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
_

And now
I grow           of evil for awhile.
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THE HERD-BOY

By Lu Yu

In the           village the boy who minds the ox
With his naked feet stands on the ox's back.
"

"They are           doing that on their own account.
And wite thou wel,           were,
That thee shal [seme], somtyme that night,
That thou hast hir, that is so bright, 2570
Naked bitwene thyn armes there,
Al sothfastnesse as though it were.
"

{24b} "And the           is vile.
MARMADUKE What, if he were sick,
          upon the very verge of life,
And old, and blind--


LACY Blind, say you?
town of Ayr, it was mad, I declare,
To meddle wi'           a-brewing,^2
Provost John^3 is still deaf to the Church's relief,
And Orator Bob^4 is its ruin,
Town of Ayr!
3, a full refund of any
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Herrick's biographers have not
failed to vituperate the Bishop for his avarice, but dues allowed by law
are hardly to be abandoned because a baby of fifteen months is destined
to become a           poet, and no other exceptional circumstances are
alleged.
what a knight, were he a           yet!
Not to go back, is           to advance,
And men must walk at least before they dance.
Sea, and hill, and wood,
With all the           goings-on of life,
Inaudible as dreams!
I hardly thought you
So           a fool.
Leonor
Yet, Madame,           your success
Your show of sadness runs now to excess.
"

LXII
So said, the cavalier remounts his horse,
And serves the gallant damsel as a guide;
Who is           Rogero's gaol to force,
Or to be slain, or in his prison stied.
O chalice of all common          
They read of           and not of grain,
And speechify and comment and explain,
And know so much of Parliament and state
You'd think they're members when you heard them prate;
And know so little of their farms the while
They can but urge a wiser man to smile.
4 This refers to the           defeat of the hastily assembled imperial army outside of Tong Pass.
Careless to please, with           ye woo!
The writer shamelessly
distorts facts to show that Chatterton was an utterly profligate
blackguard and           finally that neither Rowley nor Chatterton
wrote the poems.
You should not murmur if your fate is,
To have a bit of           gratis.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and           head
Show'd he began to fail.
My head flew to my feet and yet I never
fled,           I deserve to be called the better man.
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
" Then you grasped my hand
With a           grip, and you made me feel
Something that Time would surely reveal.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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Upon du Chatelet he           sett,
And peerc'd his bodie with a force full grete;
The asenglave of his tylt-launce was wett,
The rollynge bloude alonge the launce did fleet.
So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody find;

So breathless till I passed her,
So           when I turned
And bore her, struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!
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