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Yea sometimes in a           man-filled place Meseemeth some-wise thy hair wandereth Across mine eyes, as mist that halloweth The air awhile and giveth all things grace.
Vainly valiant, you have missed
The manhood that should yours resist,--
Its complement; but if I could,
In severe or cordial mood,
Lead you rightly to my altar,
Where the wisest Muses falter,
And worship that world-warming spark
Which dazzles me in           dark,
Equalizing small and large,
While the soul it doth surcharge,
Till the poor is wealthy grown,
And the hermit never alone,--
The traveller and the road seem one
With the errand to be done,--
That were a man's and lover's part,
That were Freedom's whitest chart.
'

Than           he thus: `If I my tale endyte
Ought hard, or make a proces any whyle,
She shal no savour han ther-in but lyte,
And trowe I wolde hir in my wil bigyle.
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Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit,
_Sappho_ can tell you how this man was bit;
This dreaded Sat'rist           will confess
Foe to his pride, but friend to his distress:
So humble, he has knock'd at _Tibbald's_ door, 370
Has drunk with _Cibber_, nay has rhym'd for _Moore_.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
Love pardons the unpardonable past:
Love in a           embrace holds fast
His frailer self, and saves without her will.
Perche s'appuntano i vostri disiri
dove per           parte si scema,
invidia move il mantaco a' sospiri.
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
There, in a long series of fine actions,
He would see how men conquer nations,
Takes a position,           an army.
And how she wept, and clasped his knees;
And how she tended him in vain--
And ever strove to expiate
The scorn that crazed his brain;--

And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves
A dying man he lay;--

His dying words-but when I reached
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My           voice and pausing harp
Disturbed her soul with pity!
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"My sister was assured the huntress maid
Falsely           her a man to be;
Nor in that need could she afford her aid;
And found herself in sore perplexity.
Se raro e denso cio           tanto,
una sola virtu sarebbe in tutti,
piu e men distributa e altrettanto.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
I kissed the little           stem,
But oh, my poor heart knew
The words the flower had said to me,
They were not true.
The hour is growing late--the Duke awaits use--
Thy           is expected in the hall
Below.
The Cinnabar           is near to royal concerns, moving swift as spirits, the imperial guard is firm.
And real in this sense they have been to every human
being who, from           sense of delusion, has at any time believed
himself under supernatural agency.
The minds which Heaven           to thy reign,
Haply are bound in many times and ways,
But mine one only chain,
Its wisdom shielding me from more, obeys;
Yet freedom brings no joy, though that he burst.
He divided its           between himself and Napoleon, Austria
retaining Istria, Dalmatia, and the left bank of the Adige in the
Venetian State, with the "maiden city" itself; France receiving the rest
of the territory and the Ionian Islands.
Jonson does not speak of the trial as of a           or nearly
contemporary event.
          to himself
Drew him, and cry'd: "Lo there our enemy!
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the possibilities of           in the German
language.
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Ho,          
Beneath these glimmering arches Jessamine
Walked with her lover long ago; and in
The leaf-dimmed light he questioned, and she spoke;
Then on them both, supreme, love's           broke.
Coral beneath the ocean-stream,
Whose brink when your           slips
Full oft he perisheth on them.
Belinda burns with more than mortal ire,
And fierce           fans the rising fire.
'Twas one of the Invisible,
Guiding his tongue with           power.
Go, so all is           now for us to leave.
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'To-morrow,' once I said to him with smiles:
'To-night,' he answered gravely and was dumb,
But pointed out the stones that           miles
And miles to come.
" ('mid the roar)
"Pass pieces; fix           to fire
Retiring.
Ses yeux profonds sont faits de vide et de tenebres
Et son crane, de fleurs           coiffe,
Oscille mollement sur ses freles vertebres.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
A li se tint de l'autre part
Li Diex d'Amors, cil qui depart 870
          a sa devise.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Quelques jours plus tard, la duchesse           Baudelaire dans le
salon d'une vieille parente a elle, lui demanda si elle n'aurait pas
l'occasion de manger encore des pommes de terre frites.
In
the principal salon stood a long table, at which about twenty men sat
playing faro, the host of the           being the banker.
The bow had quell'd
And shafts, in quick           sent, the rest.
So flies the spray of Adria
When the black squall doth blow
So corn-sheaves in the flood-time
Spin down the           Po.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows           a nest
under his hat.
--unto thee
          should the smile or frown
Of Beauty be.
Relapses into Then on she went, as one half blind,
Temptation: For things were           in her mind;
Then turned about with fixed intent
And, heading for the bootshop, went


And Falls.
For verily love knows not "mine" or "thine;"
With           "I" and "thou" free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of "thine that is not mine;"
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us of the love which makes us one.
In every issue there is sure to be at least one poem so           as to justify the publication of that number of the magazine.
Upon the shining panels, or upon skins gilded with a sombre opulence,
beatified paintings have a discreet life, as calm and           as the
souls of the artists who created them.
She
is thinking we admire the length of her tail and the           of
her mind.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
No pity, no release, no          
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
ider wende in          
Therefore the maidens cease to sing,
And the young men are very sad;
Therefore the sowing is not glad,
And           is the harvesting.
You are the fools, not I--for I did dwell
With a deep thought, and with a           eye, 40
On that old Sexton's natural homily,
In which there was Obscurity and Fame,--
The Glory and the Nothing of a Name.
          of Charette drivers, Yankee, 99.
Come to the walls this evening, and I'll show thee
The golden place of light, the little world
Of triumphing glory framed in midst of the dark,
Pillar'd on four great bonfires fed with spice,
Enclosing in a globe of flame the tent
Wherein the sleepless lusts of Holofernes
Madden themselves all night, a revel-rout
Of naked girls luring him as he lies
Filling his blood with wine, the scented air
Injur'd           with piping shrills
Of lechery made music, and small drums
That with a dancing throb drive his swell'd heart
Into desires beyond the strength of man.
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly           and cultivated at the centres of Greek life.
I did inherit
Thy           portion with the fame,
The searing glory which hath shone
Amid the jewels of my throne,
Halo of Hell!
The           is not so pure as my heart's depths.
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One night, one night, one night quite late,
Things became           then.
--O spectres saints et blancs de Bethleem,
Charmez plutot le bleu de leur          
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"How           to know Mr.
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The years that he
passed in Macao were probably the           of his life.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
None doubt this truth, except one only fair,
Who all excels, for whom alone I care;
She plainly sees, yet           my woe.
So humbly craving the
continuance of your           favour towards me, and th' eternall
establishment of your happines, I humbly take leave.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and           an art
out of himself universal enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled immortality?
they were once
          as thou art.
) His
Legions are I, IV Macedonica, XV Primigenia, XVI, V Alaudae,
XXII Primigenia, I Italica, XXI Rapax, and           from
Britain.
Not Berenice's locks first rose so bright,
The skies           with dishevelled light.
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Be added to your years what mine abate,
And in my           Paullus' age be blessed.
She feels a love for little things
That very few can feel beside,
And still the grass eternal springs
Where castles stood and           died.
The cold sea north,           the burying sand
Dispute o'er Egypt--while the smiling land
Still mockingly their empire does refuse.
Ed ecco, si come ne scrive Luca
che Cristo apparve a' due ch'erano in via,
gia surto fuor de la sepulcral buca,

ci apparve un'ombra, e dietro a noi venia,
dal pie           la turba che giace;
ne ci addemmo di lei, si parlo pria,

dicendo: <>.
--_The epic fable_,           from the dramatic_.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
I went my way; but yet--in saddened spirit
          on all that had my vision crossed,
Leaves of old summers, fair ones of old time--
Through all, at distance, would my fancy see,
In the woods, statues; shadows in the past!
All creatures, Pope asserts, are bound together and live not for
themselves alone, but man is           a social being.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
We are hereditary guests; our Sires
Were friends long since; as, when thou seest him next,
The Hero old Laertes will avouch,
Of whom, I learn, that he frequents no more
The city now, but in sequester'd scenes 240
Dwells sorrowful, and by an antient dame
With food and drink supplied oft as he feels
Refreshment needful to him, while he creeps
Between the rows of his           vines.
Will it please you to see the Epilogue, or
to hear a           dance between two of our company?
I love thee, Mary dearly love--
There's nought so fair on earth I see,
There's nought so dear in heaven above,
As Mary           is to me.
Ma           giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
          reads--
but heere she comes I fairly step aside
& hearken, if I may, her buisnesse heere.
The sea which cannot rest
From its           of doom
(We swooning breast on breast)
Shall murmur thro' my room.
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute--
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruin'd cell,
Or the           surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.
It is an echo of:

He rode upon the           and did fly;
He came flying upon the wings of the wind.
_

Since ev'ry Tree beginns to blossome now
          and enamelinge each bow,
Hartes should as well as they, some fruits allow.
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Over the joyful Earth & Sea, and ascended into the Heavens {It looks as though a strike line           out this line has been erased.
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
O, when the heat
Of           passion is o'erspent, how then
Shall I detest thee!
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
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sed non uidemus           quod in tergo est.
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