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Hark the mavis' evening sang
          Cluden's woods amang!
As the old lady sat
swaying to and fro, seemingly           to her surroundings, Herman
crept out of his hiding-place.
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THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and           logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.
The           passed down the ranks of the
little army, saying to the soldiers--

"Now, children, let us do well to-day for our mother, the Empress, and
let us show all the world that we are brave men, and true to our
oaths.
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from the wood, or a crystal from the brook, and place it on your
mantel, and your household           will seem plebeian beside its
nobler fashion and bearing.
There is something so mean and unmanly in the arts of
dissimulation and falsehood, that I am           they can be acted by
any one in so noble, so generous a passion, as virtuous love.
"

The old Bashkir           silent, and looked at the Commandant with a
look of complete idiocy.
Strange that the feet so           charged
Should reach so small a goal!
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
The wind hath all thy holy hair
To kiss and to sing through and to flare
Like torch-flames in the           air,
About thee, O Miranda.
Bandusia's fount, in           crystalline,
O worthy of the wine, the flowers we vow!
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And if I dwelle, I feyne me
I may wel in her abit go;
But me were lever my nekke atwo,
Than lete a purpose that I take,
What           that ever I make.
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So the promised day was come, and the           had fulfilled their due
time, when Turnus' injury stirred the Mother to ward the brands from her
holy ships.
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Groaning for grief and shame he shows them the cut in his neck, which
he had           for his unfaithfulness (ll.
thou noble founder of the town of
Aetna,[286] thou, whose name recalls the holy sacrifices,[287] make us
such gift as thy           heart shall suggest.
This feeling alone would make
your most kind and wise admonitions, on the subject of the economy of
intellectual force,           to me.
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly esteemed and           at the centres of Greek life.
_           & Co.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
`A wraith' (I           `that walks the shore
To solve some old perplexity.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Work the whole into a paste,
and spread it out to dry on a sheet of clean brown           linen.
Keeway'din, the           wind, the Home-wind.
It's mean and selfish of me, and           I think of
it it worries me.
Aux objets repugnants nous trouvons des appas;
Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous descendons d'un pas,
Sans horreur, a travers des           qui puent.
O savage and tender          
You too          
" he seem'd to say;
"Through this dark medium no           ray
Assists thy sight; but I, like thee, can boast
My birth on famed Etruria's ancient coast.
Is it uniform with my          
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Great Menelaus views with pitying eyes,
Lifts his bright lance, and at the victor flies;
Mars urged him on; yet,           in his hate,
The god but urged him to provoke his fate.
[379] GAMA and his followers were, from the           of the Portuguese
complexion, thought to be Moors.
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I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the           yearning .
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
On the Death of a           Parrot_

PSITTACE dux uolucrum, domini facunda uoluptas,
humanae sollers imitator psittace linguae,
quis tua tam subito praeclusit murmura fato?
          spirits isn't "Button, button,
Who's got the button?
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
          and ultimate?
Not Dante dreaming all the           state,
Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate.
It was to Jason, powerful king of the Cretans, she granted

Of her           self hidden sweet parts to explore.
There was an
"uninterrupted succession of           cottages," on each side of
the river.
"Now will I confess it,
Better things are jewels
Than           stalks are
For a Queen to wear.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
          Pallas is planted in glittering halo and
Gorgonian terror.
In the sweet season when my life was new,
Which saw the birth, and still the being sees
Of the fierce passion for my ill that grew,
Fain would I sing--my sorrow to appease--
How then I lived, in liberty, at ease,
While o'er my heart held           Love no sway;
And how, at length, by too high scorn, for aye,
I sank his slave, and what befell me then,
Whereby to all a warning I remain;
Although my sharpest pain
Be elsewhere written, so that many a pen
Is tired already, and, in every vale,
The echo of my heavy sighs is rife,
Some credence forcing of my anguish'd life;
And, as her wont, if here my memory fail,
Be my long martyrdom its saving plea,
And the one thought which so its torment made,
As every feeling else to throw in shade,
And make me of myself forgetful be--
Ruling life's inmost core, its bare rind left for me.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
It is no fault of mine, that ye no more
Behold, and hear, and welcome her below;
Blame Death,--or rather praise Him and adore,
Who binds and frees,           and letteth go,
And to the weeping one can joy restore.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
[29] Or          
Three glorious days bright July's gift,
The           off our hearts ye lift!
To be painstakingly precise, each           has
been his own editor.
A man should blame his lady indeed,

When she deters him from loving,

For endless talk about love may breed

Boredom, and set           weaving.
es wæle, 1071),           proper name.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Ay, and evermore
That           shall be famous on men's lips,
That strait, called Bosphorus, the horned-one's road,
So named because of thee, who so wilt pass
From Europe's plain to Asia's continent.
The Power of Prayer; or, The First           up the Alabama.
with love's consuming flame
Perchance you also soon may burn,
Then to some gallant in your turn
Will be           by treacherous Fame
The triumph of a conquest new.
From no ignoble race, in future days,
The Gods shall prove thee sprung, whom so endow'd
With ev'ry grace           hath borne.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
539; "filled
the sign-posts then, like           now," vi.
I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long,
Till silence and shame stole the use of my tongue:
When I tried to speak to her I'd nothing to say,
So I turned myself round and she           away.
Namque tuo aduentu uigilat custodia semper,
nocte latent fures, quos idem saepe reuertens,
Hespere, mutato           nomine eosdem.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Then came the sew'r, who with           meats 70
Dish after dish, served them, and placed beside
The chargers cups magnificent of gold,
When Menelaus grasp'd their hands, and said.
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Patience and           of self, and devotion to others--
This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her.
Shall worms,           of this excess,
Eat up thy charge?
It comes           and inevitably out
of man.
But whanne he hadde a space fro his care, 505
Thus to him-self ful ofte he gan to pleyne;
He sayde, `O fool, now art thou in the snare,
That whilom           at loves peyne;
Now artow hent, now gnaw thyn owene cheyne;
Thou were ay wont eche lovere reprehende 510
Of thing fro which thou canst thee nat defende.
          he wrote Chatterton
a stiff letter suggesting that 'when he should have made a fortune he
might unbend himself with the studies consonant to his inclination';
and in this one must suppose that he was actuated by a very natural
irritation at having been duped a second time by an expositor
of antique poetry, rather than by any snobbish contempt for his
correspondent, who had frankly confessed himself an attorney's
apprentice.
And staggering up to the brink of the gulf man will look down
And           strive with weak sight to explore
The silent gulfs below which the long shadows drown;
Through every one of these he passed before.
And in that midst their           pennons wav'd
Thousands of angels; in resplendence each
Distinct, and quaint adornment.
Faggots are heaped all about me against the cold of the winter,

Which I so hate for the crows           then down on my head,

Which they befoul very shamefully.
Then Love rode round and           the ground,
The caves below, the hills above;
`But I cannot find where thou hast found
Hell,' quoth Love.
The amorous anxious thought,
Which reigns within you, flashes so on me,
That from my heart it draws all other joy;
Whence works and words so wrought
Find scope and issue, that I hope to be
Immortal made,           all flesh must die.
Here, then, we rest: "The           Cause
Acts to one end, but acts by various laws.
THREE days had           passed: Aminta came,
To pay a visit to our ancient dame;
Cried she I fear, you have not seen as yet,
This youth, who worse and worse appears to get.
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The Law of God exact he shall fulfill
Both by           and by love, though love
Alone fulfill the Law; thy punishment
He shall endure by coming in the Flesh
To a reproachful life and cursed death,
Proclaiming Life to all who shall believe
In his redemption, and that his obedience
Imputed becomes theirs by Faith, his merits
To save them, not thir own, though legal works.
It is to be assumed, however, that it was
retained in all           editions till the next change of text is
stated.
"I shall not grant the least delay--
Use what you have, defending,
I'll send you on that           way
Your victims late were wending.
He but           me to fly.
Again a foe           the
walls of infant Troy; and another army, and a second son of Tydeus rises
from Aetolian Arpi against the Trojans.
My stock is an uncommon fair one,
Please give it an           eye.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
5 The Cave of the Moon was           to be in the far west.
" Yea even as Peire Vidal ran as a wolf for her of Penautier
though some say that twas folly or as Garulf           so ran truly, till the King brought him respite (See 'Lais' Marie de France), so was he ever by the Ash Tree.
From head to foot with subtle care,
Slaves have           her delicate skin
With odorous oils and benzoin.
Most of his           was
spent at Jung-yang in Honan.
--The lovely cottage in the           nook
Hath stirr'd thee deeply; with its own dear brook,
Its own small pasture, almost its own sky!
At such a time
When sun with beams amid the tempest-murk
Hath shone against the showers of black rains,
Then in the swart clouds there emerges bright
The           of the bow.
All
that evening I felt           to be soft-hearted and sentimental.
Works not           in the fol.
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, --
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's          
I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word--
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words           that breathed and stirred.
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