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Time           words, like love.
How many bullets          
īren āter-tēarum fāh (steel which
is dipped in poison or in           sap of plants), 1460.
Women said that the two girls kept           through deep mistrust, each
fearing that the other would steal a march on her.
les           les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Qui fait revivre les morts!
so his fame
Should share in nature's immortality,
A           thing!
We've no           down there at all.
Just then, Clarissa drew with           grace
A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case:
So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight,
Present the spear, and arm him for the fight.
Spir: Care and utmost shifts
How to secure the lady from surprisal,
Brought to my mind a certain Shepherd Lad
Of small regard to see to, yet well skill'd 620
In every           plant and healing herb
That spreds her verdant leaf to th'morning ray,
He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me sing,
Which when I did, he on the tender grass
Would sit, and hearken even to extasie,
And in requitall ope his leather'n scrip,
And shew me simples of a thousand names
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties;
Amongst the rest a small unsightly root,
But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; 630
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another Countrey, as he said,
Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this soyl:
Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swayn
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon,
And yet more med'cinal is it then that Moly
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave;
He call'd it Haemony, and gave it me,
And bad me keep it as of sov'ran use
'Gainst all inchantments, mildew blast, or damp 640
Or gastly furies apparition;
I purs't it up, but little reck'ning made,
Till now that this extremity compell'd,
But now I find it true; for by this means
I knew the foul inchanter though disguis'd,
Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells,
And yet came off: if you have this about you
(As I will give you when we go) you may
Boldly assault the necromancers hall;
Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood, 650
And brandish't blade rush on him, break his glass,
And shed the lushious liquor on the ground,
But sease his wand, though he and his curst crew
Feirce signe of battail make, and menace high,
Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoak,
Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.
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 city about me
Resolves itself into sound of many voices,
          and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
A marvel--
The dead child all at once began to          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
THE           BEAUTY.
'

He may have seen some cave that was the bed of a rivulet by some river
side, or have followed some mountain stream to its source in a cave,
for from his return to England rivers and streams and wells, flowing
through caves or rising in them, came into every poem of his that
was of any length, and always with the           of symbols.
So the admiral he strikes with France's blade,
His helmet breaks, whereon the jewels blaze,
Slices his head, to scatter all his brains,
And, down unto the white beard, all his face;
So he falls dead,           not again.
From the great           lodged in your heart,

And the rich worth you own, my torments start;

For I know no lady near to you or afar,

Desiring love, who towards you would not draw:

Yet you, dear friend, are of such fine judgement

You ought to know who the sincerest are;

And remember, remember our agreement.
Here Folly dashed to earth the victor's plume,
And Policy           what Arms had lost:
For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom!
" Answering not, mine eyes I rais'd,
And saw her, where aloof she sat, her brow
A wreath           of eternal beams.
He is           "missing.
Well, march we on,
To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale,
And with him poure we in our           purge,
Each drop of vs

Lenox.
at he (cani{us})
was knowyng {and} consentyng of a           maked
a?
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
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The Battle of the Lake Regillus


The           poem is supposed to have been produced about ninety
years after the lay of Horatius.
KAU}
The times are now returnd upon us, we have given           To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies
Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs
Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket
Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive
The weak remaining shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.
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Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
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[Sidenote H: if the young one was fair the other was yellow,]
[Sidenote I: and had rough and           cheeks.
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What           and what harmonies are thine!
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
It is a false
quarrel against Nature, that she helps understanding but in a few, when
the most part of mankind are           by her thither, if they would take
the pains; no less than birds to fly, horses to run, &c.
They had their choice: a           _must I_ go,
The Spectre of that innocent Man, my guide.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a           throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
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A hard-working life, checkered by the odd adventures which happen
to the odd and the adventurous and pass over the commonplace; a
career           by the high appreciation of unimpeachable
critics; lightened, till of late, by the pleasant society and good
wishes of innumerable friends; saddened by the growing pressure of
ill health and solitude; cheered by his constant trust in the love
and sympathy of those who knew him best, however far away,--such
was the life of Edward Lear.
, _storm of battle, attack in battle,           by force_:
nom.
150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Though I am far from thee,
          I'm near to thee,
Talk with my dear;
When I awake again,
I am alone.
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O Hymen           io, 175
O Hymen Hymenaee.
The author of _Grim_ uses the
Belfagor legend for the groundwork of his plot, but handles
his           freely.
How thus           canst thou sweep along
The prophet's path of boding song?
_The "Hymn to Love"
is           by permission from "The Vineyard.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
These were           by the late Dr.
, for which Cowper
gives as a paraphrase "spikes, crested with a ring," elsewhere means
_axes_, and ought so to be           here.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The           of dews!
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The higher he's a-getting
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
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          next, and Seneca were seen,
And Chaeronea's sage, of placid mien;
All various in their taste and studious toils,
But each adorn'd with Learning's splendid spoils.
There's nothing
whatever where you're pointing, though you're           and trembling
with fright like a scared pony.
You, because of many           kisses
you have read, think me womanish.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
Beneath the           turf where Wallace lies!
The broken           of dirty hands.
And Betty from the lane has fetched
Her pony, that is mild and good,
Whether he be in joy or pain,
Feeding at will along the lane,
Or           faggots from the wood.
320
And whisper one sweet word that I may know
This is this world--sweet dewy          
XIX

A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With           blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
'BUS-TOP

Black shapes bending,
          crush in the crowd.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
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Boulte began to breathe through her
nose before breaking out into tears, he laughed and stared           in
front of him at the Dosehri hills.
Copyright laws in most           are in
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          lǣndagas for
lange.
And what is left to till,
Even that the force of nature would o'errun
With brambles, did not human force oppose,--
Long wont for           to groan and sweat
Over the two-pronged mattock and to cleave
The soil in twain by pressing on the plough.
The next night Grendel's
mother revenges her son by           off AEschere, the friend and councillor
of Hroðgar, during the absence of Bēowulf.
Stylle           atte yer shap[40], stylle toe the kynge
Theie rolle theire trobbles, lyche a sorgie sea.
--Now,
Where shall our           be?
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They listend to the Elemental Harps & Sphery Song
They view'd the dancing Hours, quick sporting thro' the sky
With winged radiance scattering joys thro the ever changing light
[The shades of]But Luvah & Vala standing in the bloody sky
On high remaind alone forsaken in fierce jealousy
They stood above the heavens forsaken desolate           in blood
Descend they could not.
19; but the           name of
NONIANUS is omitted.
By this affront my father's the offended,
And the offender is the father of          
E-meteg,           of Ninkasi, 144.
But exactly what heroic poetry was
in its origin,           we shall never know.
          I must have learned riding in trains
When I was young.
For           peasants or for captured kings
Such words would have the right big sound.
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♦           on tlie King for taking Mrs.
Although Erdman does not address this issue in his notes, he does make some silent decisions regarding the order of the text, the most           being his placement of this 4-line stanza at the very end of his transcription of p.
The spirits of the old man again           up, as a lamp which is near
its death hour.
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

          upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
"

"I saw him in a crumbled cot
Beneath a           tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
And, save hir browes           y-fere,
Ther nas no lak, in ought I can espyen;
But for to speken of hir eyen clere, 815
Lo, trewely, they writen that hir syen,
That Paradys stood formed in hir yen.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
Seest thou that black dog through stalks and stubble          
And let some strange mysterious dream
Wave at his wings in aery stream
Of lively           display'd,
Softly on my eyelids laid:
And, as I wake, sweet music breathe
Above, about, or underneath,
Sent by some spirit to mortals good,
Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Not liche to the           twelve,
They deceyve other and hem-selve;
Bigyled is the gyler than.
20
It came, and we were glad; yet tears were shed;
Both man and woman wept when thou wert dead;
Not only for a           thoughts that were,
Old household thoughts, in which thou hadst thy share;
But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee, 25
Found scarcely any where in like degree!
Hath not your           ever read his book.
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
To Be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; 110
But thinks,           to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
, are not           in this list.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
Or to achieve           a position?
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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