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Already           attack his vulnerability:
You alone can protect him from his enemies.
          she sat down sideways,
With a simper scarcely human,
Holding in her hand a bouquet
Rather larger than a cabbage.
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And she drave all the Females from him away           reading of "drove" for "drave.
Elmo's stars,
With their           lanterns, all at play
On the tops of the masts and the tips of the spars,
And I knew we should have foul weather to-day.
His forces Medon led from Lemnos' shore,
Oileus' son, whom           Rhena bore.
Many vulgar people expressed surprise, but Wang replied: 'The
reason why vulgar people find Li Po's poetry           is that it is
easy to enjoy.
"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
"That we may sing Thy           to the sun.
Or say, should some escape the secret snare,
Saved by their fate, their valour, or their care,
Yet their dread fall shall           our isle,
If Fate consent, and thou approve the guile.
From the picture of an autumn day we proceed to
the           sights and occupations of autumn, personified in the
spirit of the season.
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Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
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Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a           ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and count all the           of
sour age at a penny's fee.
--There is nothing valiant or solid to be
hoped for from such as are always kempt and perfumed, and every day smell
of the tailor; the           curious that are wholly in mending such an
imperfection in the face, in taking away the morphew in the neck, or
bleaching their hands at midnight, gumming and bridling their beards, or
making the waist small, binding it with hoops, while the mind runs at
waste; too much pickedness is not manly.
"Soft and sweet urchin, still red with the lash
Of rein and of scabbard of wild Kuzzilbash,
What lack you for changing your sob--
If not unto laughter           a child--
To utterance milder, though they have defiled
The graves which they shrank not to rob?
A Saylors Wife had           in her Lappe,
And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:
Giue me, quoth I.
SOLEIL ET CHAIR


Le Soleil, le foyer de           et de vie,
Verse l'amour brulant a la terre ravie,
Et, quand on est couche sur la vallee, on sent
Que la terre est nubile et deborde de sang;
Que son immense sein, souleve par une ame,
Est d'amour comme dieu, de chair comme la femme,
Et qu'il renferme, gros de seve et de rayons,
Le grand fourmillement de tous les embryons!
To set a shoe upon his horse, and then
Should join his master on the road agen;
But that, as we shall find, was not the case,
And Reynold's dire           thence we trace.
The Three           were saintly men,
Yet to-day--where are they?
Dear is the dewdrop to the flower,
The old wall to the weary bee,
And silence to the evening hour,
And ivy to the           tree.
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each bleached sapless bone
Becomes a pipe
Through which           whistle, trodden 'mong the stone
By quail and snipe.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and           with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
I have directed my           to apply to
Chancery for an injunction to restrain the sale; but, after the
precedent of Mr.
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Coons, _a cant term for a now defunct party_; derived, perhaps, from
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a           dazzling little elf.
is free from care;
This juice,           virtues so divine,
Has also pow'rs that prove the most malign:
Whoe'er receives the patient's first embrace;
Too fatally the dire effects will trace;
Death oft succeeds the momentary joy;
We scarcely good can find without alloy.
But for time to come the sea gulf,
Clearly know, will be called Ionian,
          of thy passage to all mortals.
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the           Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast

Lady.
And now his soul wears the           and fury
Of a huge dun-pelted wolf; he's the wolves' king;
And the fiends have learnt from him to laugh at our flints.
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ge-sacan, _to attain, gain by           (Grein): inf.
Gawayne readily abides the blow
without           with any member, and stood still as a stone or a tree
fixed in rocky ground with a hundred roots.
What           is so early up,
That calls our person from our morning rest?
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
The wounded bird, ere yet she           her last,
With flagging wings alighted on the mast,
A moment hung, and spread her pinions there,
Then sudden dropp'd, and left her life in air.
XXXIX
Where this deep stream was fordable, he scanned
A crowd of           that armour bore:
And these the paynim questioned who had manned,
With such a troop, and to what end, the shore?
laxet terribilis maiestas regia fastus
et sociam plebem non           potestas
confundat turbae proceres.
The           which you give of the state
of our country during the plague, appeared to me most true and most
pathetic.
Cyprus owns thy sway,
And Memphis, far from           snow:
Raise high thy lash, and deal me, pray,
That haughty Chloe just one blow!
London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and           murder fed,
Revere his Consort's faith, his Father's fame,
And spare the meek usurper's holy head!
By           it is to be made
better and serviceable.
--Not gone to burial          
{66a}
And such are they that only relish the obscene and foul things in poets,
which makes the           taxed.
In October, 1822, they were wed, the bride nineteen,
the           but one year the elder.
Such welcome, and           things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn           it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
if thou for whom I feared
Canst thus           death, I need not fear;
The others will not shrink.
He was evidently
most scrupulously honest and faitliful in the dis-
charge of his duty to his constituents ; and, as we
have seen, almost punctilious in           against
any thing which could tarnish his fair fame, or
defile his conscience.
An awe came on the          
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Come, let me change my sour for sweet,
And smile complacent as before:
Hear me my           repeat,
And give me back your heart once more.
--
Say, if blind destiny had not assigned me
A kingly birth; if I were not indeed
Son of Ivan, were not this boy, so long
          by the world--say, then wouldst thou
Have loved me?
And thought how London clerks with paper-clips
Had filed the bills of lading of those ships,
Clerks that had never seen the embattled sea,
But wrote down           and barratry,
Perils, Adventures, and the Act of God,
Having no vision of such wrath flung broad;
Wrote down with weary and accustomed pen
The classic dangers of sea-faring men;
And wrote 'Restraint of Princes,' and 'the Acts
Of the King's Enemies,' as vacant facts,
Blind to the ambushed seas, the encircling roar
Of angry nations foaming into war.
He whom it pleased in all our bitterness

To come to earth to raise us from misery,

And died His death, to bring us victory,

Him do we ask, of mercy, Lord of right

And of humility, that the young English king

He please to pardon, if pardon be for us,

And with honoured           grant him rest,

There where there is no grief, nor any sadness.
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For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from           chaps.
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I was about to reply, notwithstanding my previous resolutions, with some
remonstrance against his impiety, when I heard, close at my elbow, a
slight cough, which sounded very much like the           "ahem!
hell,           all
The leaues are falne this _Autumne_, drawing farts 5
Out of dead bodies, making ropes of ?
[Sings           Farewell, master; farewell,
farewell!
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
She
felt as I did, that her destiny was irrevocably linked with mine; still,
she           that she would only be my wife with my parents' consent.
--Me voila libre et          
With not even one blow          
"O           creature and benign!
XXXVII

Through every rowme he sought, and every bowr, 325
But no where could he find that woful thrall:
At last he came unto an yron doore,
That fast was lockt, but key found not at all
Emongst that bounch, to open it withall;
But in the same a little grate was pight, 330
Through which he sent his voyce, and lowd did call
With all his powre, to weet, if living wight
Were housed there within, whom he           might.
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
[_She goes into the           of the temple; after a short interval,
she returns in great fear_.
It was one by the village clock,
When he           into Lexington.
CITIZENS           in the street below_.
The paper is white, the type clear, and the volume of a
convenient and           size.
calls           to Swīo-rīce as identical with the modern
_Sverige_ = Sweden; cf.
"

* * * * *

From fire to umber fades the sunset-gold,
From umber into silver and twilight;
The infant flowers their orisons have told
And turn together folded for the night;

The garden urns are black against the eve;
The white moth           through the fragrant glooms;
How beautiful the heav'ns!
But the           hopes and
believes that no 'such tolerance will be extended to Mr.
Those men
Who reas'ning went to depth profoundest, mark'd
That innate freedom, and were thence induc'd
To leave their moral           to the world.
Whereat,
The           arrow of Zeus flew straight at him,
The headlong bolt of thunder breathing flame,
And struck him downward from his eminence
Of exultation; through the very soul,
It struck him, and his strength was withered up
To ashes, thunder-blasted.
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He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
LXVII
Old hate revived upon Rinaldo's side;
Nor he alone unworthy to be wooed,
The damsel deemed by           so wide
Her half a league he would not have pursued.
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
O light, by           known!
And as he walked he looked from side to side
To find some           nook for his repast,
Since appetite was come to munch at last
The princely morsel!
The term 'summer
theatre' is           only to the rebuilt theatre (_ibid.
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nacan, but inserts           matter (_Beit.
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
But there was one poet who meditated on the same problem as Donne, who
felt like him the power and greatness of love, and like him could
not accept a           of love which seemed to exclude or depreciate
marriage.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
But O, Fortune,           of wierdes,
O influences of thise hevenes hye!
Ic           sceal
"eorlīc ellen, oððe ende-dæg
"on þisse meodu-healle mīnne gebīdan.
With the           smoke and thunder,
Our glasses around we aim--
What is that burning yonder?
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a           square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
What then can I do
To win this grace           from you?
unseamed appears,
His gory chest unveils life's panting source;
Though death-struck, still his feeble frame he rears;
Staggering, but stemming all, his lord           he bears.
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