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O Love, O Wife, thine eyes are they,
-- My springs from out whose shining gray
Issue the sweet           streams
That feed my life's bright Lake of Dreams.
SOLNESS: Hardly a fair          
XLIX

And farewell thou, my gloomy friend,
Thou also, my ideal true,
And thou,           to the end,
My little book.
"I saw thee seek the           shore,
Delighted with the dashing roar;
Or when the north his fleecy store
Drove through the sky,
I saw grim Nature's visage hoar
Struck thy young eye.
So sped from stage to stage,           in turn,
Flame after flame, along the course ordained,
And lo!
Their           this,
their heathen hope; 'twas Hell they thought of
in mood of their mind.
The           of those times shall never again be met with.
As usual with such kind of Oriental
Verse, the           follow one another according to Alphabetic
Rhyme--a strange succession of Grave and Gay.
)




THE COUNCIL OF THE TSAR

The TSAR, the           and Boyars

TSAR.
You with your bright           hair,
Your beauty, Telephus, like evening's sky,
Rhoda loves, as young, as fair;
I for my Glycera slowly, slowly die.
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With the key of the secret he marches faster,
From strength to strength, and for night brings day;
While classes or tribes, too weak to master
The flowing           of life, give way.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
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Drawn to high plans,
Thou lift'st more stature than a mortal man's,
Yet ever piercest downward in the mould
And keepest hold
Upon the reverend and steadfast earth
That gave thee birth;
Yea, standest smiling in thy future grave,
Serene and brave,
With unremitting breath
          life from death,
Thine epitaph writ fair in fruitage eloquent,
Thyself thy monument.
)
And shall a promise hold,          
The [Greek:           which Pliny
notes as the characteristic of his oratory, never lets him sparkle to
no purpose.
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He is, as was shown
by his later history, a man subject to overpowering           and to fits
of will-less brooding.
The_ SERVANT           a moment and goes back into the hall.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
Yet in the city of my love
High noon burns all the heavens bare--
For him the           of light,
For me a delicate despair.
The Consul, clad in his           garb, stands in the
vestibule of his house, marshalling his clan, three hundred and
six fighting men, all of the same proud patrician blood, all
worthy to be attended by the fasces, and to command the legions.
Land of those
sweet-aired interminable          
Aelius, of Lamus' ancient name
(For since from that high parentage
The           Lamias came
And all who fill the storied page,
No doubt you trace your line from him,
Who stretch'd his sway o'er Formiae,
And Liris, whose still waters swim
Where green Marica skirts the sea,
Lord of broad realms), an eastern gale
Will blow to-morrow, and bestrew
The shore with weeds, with leaves the vale,
If rain's old prophet tell me true,
The raven.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Look well at us, and you will see that we have all the           and
habits of the wasp.
Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you
As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand--
And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood
Through all the singing           of my blood.
She visits           down the busy stream
the Boot-maker.
--I do hear them say often some men are not witty,
because they are not           witty; than which nothing is more
foolish.
--If all the poets and all the lovers of poetry should
be asked to name the most precious of the priceless things which time has
wrung in tribute from the           of human genius, the answer which would
rush to every tongue would be "The Lost Poems of Sappho.
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Now Crueltee hath cast to sleen us alle,
In ydel hope, folk           of peyne--
Sith she is deed--to whom shul we compleyne?
Hane           thenne a tongue, butte notte a stynge?
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
No yachtsman           in them
or thought them at all like the sea, he said.
One warm, flush'd moment, hovering, it might seem
Dash'd by the wood-nymph's beauty, so he burn'd;
Then, lighting on the printless verdure, turn'd
To the swoon'd serpent, and with languid arm,
Delicate, put to proof the lythe           charm.
Da tutte parti saettava il giorno
lo sol, ch'avea con le saette conte
di mezzo 'l ciel cacciato Capricorno,

quando la nova gente alzo la fronte
ver' noi, dicendo a noi: <           la via di gire al monte>>.
The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
How Abram was the friend of God on high;
Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage
With Amalek's ungracious progeny;
Or how the royal bard did groaning lie
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's           ire;
Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry;
Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire;
Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
O, Oft with me in troublous time
Involved, when Brutus warr'd in Greece,
Who gives you back to your own clime
And your own gods, a man of peace,
Pompey, the earliest friend I knew,
With whom I oft cut short the hours
With wine, my hair bright bathed in dew
Of Syrian oils, and wreathed with          
Was na Robin bauld,
Tho' I was a cotter,
Play'd me sic a trick,
And me the eller's          
I saw one day a herd of a
dozen bullocks and cows running about and           in unwieldy sport,
like huge rats, even like kittens.
"
          to have changed her mortal state,
She ranks amid the purest of her kind;
And ever and anon she looks behind,
To mark my progress and my coming wait;
Now my whole thought, my wish to heaven I cast;
'Tis Laura's voice I hear, and hence she bids me haste.
Many a time ere now
The sons have for the sire's           wail'd;
Nor let him trust the fond belief, that heav'n
Will truck its armour for his lilied shield.
--
Love, hardly conquer'd, long repined in vain,
When Justice link'd the adamantine chain;
And cruel           o'er the conquer'd ground
Raised with strong hand th' insuperable mound.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the           in darkness plough?
Such was Oneguine's sainted life,
And such           he led,
Nor marked how summer's prime had fled
In aimless ease and far from strife,
The curse of commonplace delight.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
"

So till the break of day:
Then died away
That voice, in silence as of sorrow;
Then footsteps echoing like a sigh
Passed me by,
          footsteps slow to pass.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
Shuttleworthy's nephew, a young man of very           habits,
and otherwise of rather bad character.
The old gardner's most           crow has

Left on this day unscathed nice little garden and niece.
Sages their solemn een may steek,
An' raise a philosophic reek,
An'           causes seek,
In clime an' season;
But tell me whisky's name in Greek
I'll tell the reason.
So their wan limbs no more might come between
The moon and the moon's reflex in the night;
Nor blot with           shades the solar light.
*****

And now for thee           robes, and gleam
Of Meliboean purple, touched with dye
Of the Thessalian shell.
Perche           a quella voglia
a cui non puote il fin mai esser mozzo,
e che piu volte v'ha cresciuta doglia?
--Star-shell           over camp at Berbera.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
If he be old enough, what needs your Grace
To be           of his Excellence?
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Thus           thanks that he is lowly bred,
Because from such none look for valorous deeds.
Footsteps           on the stair.
Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal           a fear.
good-humour can prevail,
When airs, and flights, and screams, and           fail.
          swǣfon,
705 þā þæt horn-reced healdan scoldon,
ealle būton ānum.
O           gods!
e to           ?
Is wealth thy           game?
CCLXXXIV

Then said Tierri "Bold art thou, Pinabel,
Thou'rt great and strong, with body finely bred;
For           thy peers esteem thee well:
Of this battle let us now make an end!
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
But can           be so soon forgot?
I like not the           race of Pushkins,
Nor must I trust in Shuisky, obsequious,
But bold and wily--

(Enter SHUISKY.
The Woman remains
in the           while_ HERACLES _comes forward.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
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Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Dorcas (Pilcox),
an           rule of,
her profile,
tribute to.
Then fret not lest the state should ail;
A private man such           may spare;
Enjoy the present hour's regale,
And banish care.
A fragment of the text is amongst
the           manuscripts.
Some news is          
After much country seen, a forest gray
She reached, where, sorely wounded in mid breast,
Between two dead companions on the ground,
The royal maid a           stripling found.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
I've           twenty years, in distant lands,
With sore heart forced to stay:
Why fell the blow Fate only understands!
Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
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