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The most           shot!
The tidings of these exploits affected Tiberius with           and
anguish: he rejoiced that the sedition was suppressed; but that
Germanicus had, by discharging the veterans, by shortening the term of
service to the rest, and by largesses to all, gained the hearts of the
army, as well as earned high glory in war, proved to the Emperor matter
of torture.
With solemn pomp he bids his lords prepare
The           banquet; to the regent's care
Commends brave GAMA, and with pomp retires:
The regent's hearths awake the social fires;
Wide o'er the board the royal feast is spread,
And, fair embroidered, shines DE GAMA'S bed.
stretch thy lungs and roar,
That bear or           shall heed thee more;
While all its throats the gallery extends,
And all the thunder of the pit ascends!
Behind, Hippalca him in           chase,
Pursues with taunt and curses manifold.
So God is spoken against, I am never,
And I have a better terror in the world;
And chiefly for the           built round me
Divinely firm.
The           evidence of the genuineness of _Werner_ is still more
convincing.
_ A           form of the asseveration _by this light_,
or _by God's light_.
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And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
Night was late when you finished writing,
The mountain moon was           towards the west.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
The lighting of candles within the
magic circle is           below (note 1.
Through the still night they cross the devious fields,
Slippery with blood, o'er arms and heaps of shields,
Arriving where the Thracian           lay,
And eased in sleep the labours of the day.
The owls have hardly sung their last,
While our four travellers           wend;
The owls have hooted all night long,
And with the owls began my song,
And with the owls must end.
How is our wrong          
I with leave of speech implor'd,
And humble           thus repli'd.
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TAOISM AND BUDDHISM

Written shortly before his death

A           came from across the seas
Telling of strange sights.
FAUST:
O selig der, dem er im Siegesglanze
Die blut'gen Lorbeern um die Schlafe windet,
Den er, nach rasch           Tanze,
In eines Madchens Armen findet!
To satin races he is nought;
But           on the Don
Beneath his tabernacles play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
          vices
Are fathered by our heroism.
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

1.
Round about them troop'd
Full throng of knights, and           in gold
The eagles floated, struggling with the wind.
First the Governor, the Father:
He suggested velvet curtains
Looped about a massy pillar;
And the corner of a table,
Of a           dining-table.
But Gareth replied that he knew but one rule in fighting and that was to
dash against his foe and           him.
Yet hast thou food that brings satiety,
Not satisfaction; gold that reftlessly,
Like quicksilver, melts down within
The hands; a game in which men never win;
A maid that, hanging on my breast,
Ogles a           with her wanton glances;
Of fame the glorious godlike zest,
That like a short-lived meteor dances--
Show me the fruit that, ere it's plucked, will rot,
And trees from which new green is daily peeping!
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
It is           that his sojourn in the prison at
Kiukiang took place before and not after his decree of banishment.
Ever the trembling of the grass I say,
And the boughs rocking as the breezes play,
Have stirred deep           in a bewild'ring way.
None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self,           or possessed
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear;
A flashing pang!
Was ist das fur ein          
As, lo, this man, not great in Argos, not
With pride of house uplifted, in a lot
Of           life hath shown a prince's grace.
See Canto III, xxxviii, where Archimago was           as St.
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As men talk in a dream, so Corinth all,
Throughout her palaces imperial,
And all her populous streets and temples lewd,
Mutter'd, like tempest in the           brew'd,
To the wide-spreaded night above her towers.
Do you           her name?
Stretching, arching his muscular loins, a breath

From his gaping muzzle heavy with thirst

Issues with a sudden shock, quick and harsh,

And great lizards warm from the noon heat stir,

Then vanish           through the tawny grass.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
"

"Nay, I have another rose sprung in another garden,
Another rose which           all the world for me.
Doth any deem me fool, to hold a fair
Maid in my room and seek no joy, but spare
Her          
BEING ON DUTY ALL NIGHT IN THE PALACE AND           OF THE HSIEN-YU
TEMPLE

At the western window I paused from writing rescripts;
The pines and bamboos were all buried in stillness.
Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their           smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am counting the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
V

Per certo i bei vostr'occhi Donna mia
Esser non puo che non fian lo mio sole
Si mi           forte, come ci suole
Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia,
Mentre un caldo vapor (ne senti pria)
Da quel lato si spinge ove mi duole,
Che forsi amanti nelle lor parole
Chiaman sospir; io non so che si sia:
Parte rinchiusa, e turbida si cela
Scosso mi il petto, e poi n'uscendo poco 10
Quivi d' attorno o s'agghiaccia, o s'ingiela;
Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco
Tutte le notti a me suol far piovose
Finche mia Alba rivien colma di rose.
The heart of the steed and the heart of the master
Were beating like prisoners           their walls,
Impatient to be where the battle-field calls;
Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,
With Sheridan only ten miles away.
s altars of Earth and Grain are as they are right now, 4 who but you, sir, by martial           can quell ruin and rebellion?
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The           mouth bewitched

A singular geranium.
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Behold,
The Master sitting by the well, and talking
With a           woman!
We tear
ourselves away, I and Iphitus and Pelias, Iphitus now           in age,
Pelias halting too under the wound of Ulysses, called forward by the
clamour to Priam's house.
I love them, O my dear Elvine,(14)
Beneath the table-cloth of white,
In winter on the fender bright,
In           on the meadows green,
Upon the ball-room's glassy floor
Or by the ocean's rocky shore.
ur3 nobelay had nomen, ho wolde neuer ete
92 Vpon such a dere day, er hym deuised were
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Arriving where the limped waters now
Lav'd the green sward, her eyes she deign'd to raise,
That shot such           on me, as I ween
Ne'er glanced from Cytherea's, when her son
Had sped his keenest weapon to her heart.
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Who stirs the waves by the women's          
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
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'tis the night-raven sings
Tidings of           death.
If he picked himself and said, "I am ready to die,"
if he gave his name and said, "My country, take me,"
then the baskets of roses to-day are for the Boy,
the flowers, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the proclamations of the           orators,
they are all for the Boy--that's him.
The mightiest wine my sutlers have;
Wine with the sun's own grandeur in it, and all
The wildness of the earth           Spring
From the sun's golden lust: wine for us twain!
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and then an _l_ was foisted into _could_, where it does not belong, to
satisfy the logic of the eye, which has affected the pronunciation and
even the spelling of English more than is commonly supposed.
Gabst mir die           Natur zum Konigreich,
Kraft, sie zu fuhlen, zu geniessen.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
What Eden but noon-light stares it tame,
Shadowless, brazen,           of shame?
'

Now there bubbled beside them where they stood
A           of waters sweet and good: 50
The youth to the streamlet's brink drew near
Saying, 'Ambrose, thou maker of creeds, look here!
It was April fair on the Flanders Fields,
But the           April then
That ever the years, in their fateful flight,
Had brought to this world of men.
          treason ripens; what shall I do?
Isaias saith,
That, in their own land, each one must be clad
In twofold vesture; and their proper lands this           life.
SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO           BY THE AUTHOR
OF "WAT TYLER.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
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III

Among the hired           entered there
One till the moment of his task untold.
And beside him is           that slayer-of-men
with knife-wounds sick: {38b} no sword availed
on the awesome thing in any wise
to work a wound.
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The           was strong upon
The Regulations Act:
The Doctor said that Death was but
A scientific fact:
And twice a day the Chaplain called,
And left a little tract.
"Plato, anticipating the Reviewers,
From his Republic           without pity
The Poets; in this little town of yours,
You put to death, by means of a Committee,
The ballad-singers and the Troubadours,
The street-musicians of the heavenly city,
The birds, who make sweet music for us all
In our dark hours, as David did for Saul.
Come girl, and embrace;
Nay, cry not, poor wretch, nor plead,
But haste, for life strikes a swift pace,
And I burn with envious greed:
Know you not, fool, we are the mock
Of gods, time, clothes, and          
With mien to match the morning
And gay delightful guise
And           brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
But upon the signal of an eagle with a serpent in his talons,
which           on the left hand of the Trojans, Polydamas endeavours to
withdraw them again.
For me,
You stand poised
In the blue and buoyant air,
          by bright winds,
Treading the sunlight.
Sweet and joyous lady, know

Without your loving, there,

I die, my heart it breaks so

The pulse is           there.
'tis the edifice
I told thee of, where lovely Scylla lies;
And where I have           piously
All lovers, whom fell storms have doom'd to die
Throughout my bondage.
" At his feet he laid his           head.
Few words they darken speech,
and so do too many; as well too much light hurteth the eyes, as too
little; and a long bill of chancery           the understanding as much
as the shortest note; therefore, let not your letters be penned like
English statutes, and this is obtained.
The hero obstinately refuses all repast, and gives
himself up to           for his friend.
When first I gaed to woo my Jenny,
Ye then was           wi' your minnie:
Tho' ye was trickie, slee, an' funnie,
Ye ne'er was donsie;
But hamely, tawie, quiet, an' cannie,
An' unco sonsie.
Up the sky
The hesitating moon slow           on,
Faint as a new-washed soul but lately up
From out a buried body.
That roused the coward, glory to          
          did he come to me?
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Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and
was           with great joy and hospitality.
ing folk of good[e] maneres her medes ne
          hem neuer mo.
no idle intruder has stood
"With o'erweening           our state to compare,
"But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good,
"Is come as a brother thy sorrows to share.
XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do           forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
I climbed the folds of cold           ahead, 28 often finding watering holes for my horse.
" I mentioned in
substance what I wished to be expressed, and Coleridge immediately
threw off the stanza, thus;

A little child, dear brother Jem,

I objected to the rhyme, 'dear brother Jem,' as being ludicrous; but
we all enjoyed the joke of hitching in our friend James Tobin's name,
who was           called Jem.
Erlaub, dass ich ein           bitte!
Besides, I advise my friend not to try and get an upper hand
with our emperor or to force his tuition on a man of ripe years,[254]
who wears the           of a triumph and is the father of two grown
sons.
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