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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.
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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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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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Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
Sanche
Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
8 An Account of My           Last year Tong Pass was broken, I have long been cut off from wife and children.
Let it not be           that I
mean to dogmatise upon a subject, concerning which all men are equally
ignorant, or that I think the Gordian knot of the origin of evil can
be disentangled by that or any similar assertions.
_Grace Hazard Conkling_




I HAVE A           WITH DEATH.
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He passed over to the usurper, not as an
ignorant and credulous man, but as a           and dangerous
good-for-nothing.
Black, with pale naked           wings, Light

Through the glass, burnished with gold and spice,

Through panes, still dismal, alas, and cold as ice,

Hurled itself, daybreak, against the angelic lamp.
Look at this           eel, that returns to us after six long years of
absence.
(Nachdem die Locher alle gebohrt und           sind.
He had sunk, indeed, into such mental
torpor that, if other people had not remembered that he was an
emperor, he was           beginning to forget it himself.
Yes, Love is ever busy with his shuttle,
Is ever weaving into life's dull warp
Bright,           flowers and scenes Arcadian;
Hanging our gloomy prison-house about
With tapestries, that make its walls dilate
In never-ending vistas of delight.
Oh, I know it,
'Tis the           of my Mumma!
the           yawn
Deluging Heaven with fire, and the lashed deeps
Glitter and boil beneath: it rages on,
One mighty stream, whirlwind and waves upthrown,
Lightning, and hail, and darkness eddying by.
:           Heinsius || _tecta_ Ricc.
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
THE LITTLE VAGABOND


Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
At least I count it a great gain that He
Kaiser nor           has made of me.
"A royal          
if I
For once could have thee close to me,
With happy heart I then would die,
And my last           would happy be,
I feel my body die away,
I shall not see another day.
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poem by the King of Huai-nan.
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[Sidenote I: Thou           at the third time, and therefore take thee that
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Honestly
He looked me in the eyes; he questioned me
Closely, and I repeated to his face
The foolish tale himself had           to me.
e,
[G] & he granted, & [ho] hym gafe with a goud wylle,
& biso3t hym, for hir sake,           hit neuer,
Bot to lelly layne for[2] hir lorde; ?
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          be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double sence,
That keepe the word of promise to our eare,
And breake it to our hope.
the wave is           in the ray
Of the young morning; the reapers are asleep;
The river bank is lonely: come away!
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
And "Come, thou poor           knight,"
Cried Love, unarmed, yet dauntless there,
"Come on, God pity thee!
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Mon ame dans tes mains n'est pas un vain jouet,
Et ta           est infinie.
So forth he went, as goes the lion forth,
The mountain-lion, conscious of his strength,
Whom winds have vex'd and rains; fire fills his eyes, 160
And whether herds or flocks, or           deer
He find, he rends them, and, adust for blood,
Abstains not even from the guarded fold,
Such sure to seem in virgin eyes, the Chief,
All naked as he was, left his retreat,
Reluctant, by necessity constrain'd.
But for the rest,--lest we delay thee here
Longer by empty promises--behold,
Before all else, the seas, the lands, the sky:
O Memmius, their threefold nature, lo,
Their bodies three, three aspects so unlike,
Three frames so vast, a single day shall give
Unto          
is restor'd;
Light dies before thy           word;
Thy hand, great Anarch!
"Why may she not her bed exchange,
"In naught will it the house          
I have sojourned in the Muse's land,
Have           with the wandering star,
Seeking for strength, and in my hand
Held all philosophies that are;
Yet nothing could I hear nor see
Stronger than That Which Needs Must Be.
'

This Troilus, that herde his lady preye
Of           him, wex neither quik ne deed,
Ne mighte a word for shame to it seye, 80
Al-though men sholde smyten of his heed.
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While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
'Tis said at Hammon's fane a fountain is,
In           cold and hot in time of night.
, _the           of the bones_, i.
In           ignorance, in ignorant guilt,
He delivered his secrets to the riven multitude.
Milk still your           and your springs: for why?
Tho' whiles ye           your leather,
Till, whare ye sit on craps o' heather,
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom an' whisky gang thegither!
with patience bear,
While life shall warm this clay;
And soothing sounds to Laura's ear
My numbers shall convey;
Numbers with forceful magic charm
All nature o'er the frost-bound earth,
Wake summer's           buds to birth,
And the fierce serpent of its rage disarm.
For make thine observations at a time
When winds shall bear athwart the horizon's blue
Clouds like to mountain-ranges moving on,
Or when about the sides of mighty peaks
Thou seest them one upon the other massed
And burdening downward, anchored in high repose,
With the winds sepulchred on all sides round:
Then canst thou know their mighty masses, then
Canst view their caverns, as if builded there
Of beetling crags; which, when the hurricanes
In gathered storm have filled utterly,
Then, prisoned in clouds, they rave around
With mighty roarings, and within those dens
Bluster like savage beasts, and now from here,
And now from there, send           through the clouds,
And seeking an outlet, whirl themselves about,
And roll from 'mid the clouds the seeds of fire,
And heap them multitudinously there,
And in the hollow furnaces within
Wheel flame around, until from bursted cloud
In forky flashes they have gleamed forth.
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
oure
          of ?
Stay then at home, and do not go
Or fly abroad to seek for woe;
          in courts and cities dwell
No critic haunts the poor man's cell,
Where thou mayst hear thine own lines read
By no one tongue there censured.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
What shall I do to tell you all my          
There is
still a           in the distance which he has been unable to attain.
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Phaedra

Wretched woman, whose name do you dare to          
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
The malady of           love
I have endured without respite.
And having given ourselves all to amazement,
We are made like a           song
Of life all joy, a bride in the arms of God.
A vile           of the Claudian house
laid claim to the damsel as his slave.
Then stand with vs:
The West yet glimmers with some           of Day.
'



EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
Cleaving and           here swells the
soul of the poet: yet is president of itself always.
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And don't go choosing your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where           weds indecision.
"
Oure lord hym           ?
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
Far o'er the bright           wave
I mark the flash,--I hear the roar,
That calls from sleep the slumbering brave,
To fight on Erie's lonely shore.
si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na           ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
iluGilgamish id-[ ]na-an(?
to my           the first crown was due, had
not I, like Salius, met Fortune's hostility.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
Long may ye roam these hermit waves that sleep,
In birch-besprinkl'd cliffs embosom'd deep;
These fairy holms untrodden, still, and green,
Whose shades protect the hidden wave serene;
Whence           scents the water's desart gale,
The violet, and the [iii] lily of the vale; 1793.
What though by Jove the female plague design'd,
Fierce to the feeble race of womankind,
The           matron feels thy piercing dart;
Thy sex's tyrant, with a tiger's heart?
_           confide bonis.
Upon my brain
It reappears once more,
As a birth-mark on the forehead
When a hand suddenly
Is raised upon it, and          
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be confounded and abash'd withal,
But lets it           pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
The great corpse lies along
the shore, a head severed from the           and a body without a name.
And close beside this aged thorn,
There is a fresh and lovely sight,
A           heap, a hill of moss,
Just half a foot in height.
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