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Jewelled scabbards lie twisted and defaced:
The stones that were set in them, thieves have carried away,
The ancestral temples are           in the ground:
The walls that went round them are all levelled flat.
Some of the very worst traits in Donne's mind are brought out in
his           writing.
So do the mottled formulas of Sense
Glide           through our dreams of Aftertime;
So errors breed in reeds and grasses dense
That bank our singing rivulets of rhyme.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
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Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters,           thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
"What are you           of?
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
WERE her intentions fully as expressed,
Or contrary to what her lips confessed,
No matter which her view, 'twas very plain,
If she would Hispal's services retain,
'Twere right the youth with promises to feed,
While his assistance she so much must need:
As soon as he was ready to depart
She pressed him fondly to her glowing heart,
And charged him with a letter to the king;
This Hispal hastened to the prince to bring;
Each sail he crowded:--plied with ev'ry oar;
A wind quite fair soon brought him to shore;
To court he went, where all with eager eyes,
          if he lived, amid surprise,
And where he left the princess; what her state?
To and fro the Genius flies,
A light which plays and hovers
Over the maiden's head
And dips           as low as to her eyes.
--"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak,
But now I'm           by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Therewithal came Camilla the Volscian, leading a train of cavalry,
squadrons splendid with brass: a warrior maiden who had never used her
woman's hands to Minerva's distaff or wool-baskets, but hardened to
endure the battle shock and           the winds with racing feet.
Oh,
In arms' reach, here be Dante, Keats, Chopin,
Raphael, Lucretius, Omar, Angelo,
Beethoven, Chaucer, Schubert, Shakespeare, Bach,
And Buddha (sweetest          
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All morning, patient watchers, there we lay;
And now the num'rous phocae from the Deep
Emerging, slept along the shore, and he
At noon came also, and           there
His fatted monsters, through the flock his course
Took regular, and summ'd them; with the first 550
He number'd us, suspicion none of fraud
Conceiving, then couch'd also.
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A           from the pirate he obtain'd,
Then waited on him and his wish explain'd;
To pay he offer'd what soe'er he'd ask;
His terms accept, though hard perhaps the task;

THE robber answer'd, if my name around,
Be not for honourable acts renown'd,
'Tis quite unjust:--your partner I'll restore
In health, without a ransom:--would you more?
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
'Frowning,           night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.
By all the deathless powers that reign above,
By righteous Themis and by           Jove
(Themis, who gives to councils, or denies
Success; and humbles, or confirms the wise),
Rise in my aid!
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
At last he finished his letter, put it with my           into
the same cover, took off his spectacles, called me, and said--

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We produce about two million dollars for each hour we work.
How many           times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
the flesh of my sows will be           on the spit.
The train stopped for some           on the line ahead and a party
went out to reconnoitre, but came back, cursing, for spades.
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XXVI

In ashes and sackcloth he did array
His daintie corse, proud humors to abate,
And dieted with fasting every day,
The           of his wounds to mitigate,
And made him pray both earely and eke late: 230
And ever as superfluous flesh did rot
Amendment readie still at hand did wayt,
To pluck it out with pincers firie whot,
That soone in him was left no one corrupted jot.
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His
best mare had rolled out of stable down the hill and had broken her
back; his decisions were being           by the upper Courts, more
than an Assistant Commissioner of eight years' standing has a right to
expect; he knew liver and fever, and, for weeks past, had felt out of
sorts.
Now from the finish'd games the Grecian band
Seek their black ships, and clear the crowded strand,
All stretch'd at ease the genial banquet share,
And pleasing           quiet all their care.
Between two pals, you know, if I may call you
so, and           as a man of the world, I couldn't.
no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gusht from my heart,
And I bless'd them          
And           borne in a speedy
craft by favouring breezes, he came to the imperious Minos and his superb
seat.
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Chaldean Oracles.
Daly,
Philadelphia Evening Ledger
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If you
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rules is very easy.
"Sir, I now can hear like chime
The sound of voices, and men's voices too,
          and talk; two men there are in view,
Across the road the shadows clear I mark
Of horses three.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Why might he not o'erpass Croesus in
wealth, he who in one demesne           so much?
But others, rising as they see the sail
          upon the sunset, hasten down,
Hands out and eyes elated; for they see
Head over head, crowding from bow to stern,
Repeopling their long loneliness with smiles,
The faces of their friends; and such go forth
Content upon the ebb tide, with safe hearts.
_The Cellar Door_

By the old tavern door on the causey there lay
A           of stingo just rolled from a dray,
And there stood the blacksmith awaiting a drop
As dry as the cinders that lay in his shop;
And there stood the cobbler as dry as a bun,
Almost crackt like a bucket when left in the sun.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
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White and golden Lizzie stood,
Like a lily in a flood,--
Like a rock of blue-veined stone
Lashed by tides obstreperously,--
Like a beacon left alone
In a hoary roaring sea,
Sending up a golden fire,--
Like a fruit-crowned orange-tree
White with           honey-sweet
Sore beset by wasp and bee,--
Like a royal virgin town
Topped with gilded dome and spire
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Mad to tug her standard down.
Love           all things; yield we too to love!
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and           all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
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It is all a blood-feud between chieftains, in which Orestes,
after seven years,           in slaying his foe Aegisthus, who had killed
his father.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where           were,
Recordless, but for them.
Compilers of other           and song books laid Herrick
under contribution, but, with the one exception of his contribution to
the _Lacrymae Musarum_ in 1649, no fresh production of his pen has been
preserved, and we know nothing further of his life save that he returned
to Dean Prior after the Restoration (August 24, 1662), and that
according to the parish register "Robert Herrick, Vicker, was buried
y^e 15th day October, 1674.
And even and morn,
With their hammocks for coffins the seamen aghast
Like dead men the dead limbs of their           cast
Down the deep, which closed on them above and around, _55
And the sharks and the dogfish their grave-clothes unbound,
And were glutted like Jews with this manna rained down
From God on their wilderness.
Asking what happened, scrambling to pull my           88 who could glare or scold them just then?
Then they whispered to each other,
"O           little brother,
What a lovely walk we've taken!
Vedi la           che s'e dritto:
da la cintola in su tutto 'l vedrai>>.
A bearded postillion astride
A lean and shaggy nag doth ride,
Unto the gates the           fly
To bid the gentlefolk good-bye.
O, full of           is my Minde, deare Wife:
Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleans liues

Lady.
PROMETHEUS

Yet,--though in shackles close and strong
I lie in wasting torments long,---
Yet the new tyrant, 'neath whose nod
Cowers down each blest           god,
One day, far hence, my help shall need,
The destined stratagem to read,
Whereby, in some yet distant day,
Zeus shall be reaved of pride and sway:
And no persuasion's honied spell
Shall lure me on, the tale to tell;
And no stern threat shall make me cower
And yield the secret to his power,
Until his purpose be foregone,
And shackles yield, and he atone
The deep despite that he hath done!
Matthew Arnold forgets this a little too
much sometimes when he writes of the           of French style.
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          had seen the heavens opening,
as they opened to the Florentine.
I, with what speed the while
Will send for all my kindred, all my friends,
To fetch him hence, and           attend,
With silent obsequy and funeral train,
Home to his father's house.
A melancholy choir attend around,
With plaintive sighs, and music's solemn sound:
          they sing, alternate flow
The obedient tears, melodious in their woe.
This oracle in no sort of way resembles the one Apollo
dictated to me: "If an impostor comes without invitation to annoy you
during the           and to demand a share of the victim, apply a stout
stick to his ribs.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Ay, in good sadness is he; and talks of the basket
too,           he hath had intelligence.
He passed through Kiukiang on his way,
and released the           there.
IV

O, well for the           soul
Which Music's wings infold,
Stealing away the memory
Of sorrows new and old!
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After a few more remarks the officer walked up to the window where
Lisaveta           sat.
These Fitz Gerald           made 'a perfect
poem by themselves.
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In the           of 1815 and 1820 it was ranked as one of the "Poems
founded on the Affections.
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Aricia

Moderate your           whose excess shames me.
in mazes of delusive beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of my soul *{This and the           4 lines are written down the top right hand edge of the page.
Cold fog-drawn Lily, pale mist-magic Rose
He conjured, and in a glassy cauldron set
With elvish           Mignonette
And such vague bloom as wandering dreams enclose.
What, shrinking from thine own          
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Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge,
Or           else to trouble thee;
But stray amang the heather-bells,
And tent the waving corn wi' me.
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It was here, about twelve o'clock one night during the severe winter
the comments of his           upon his singular propensity--that Pierre
Bon-Bon, I say, having turned them all out of his house, locked the door
upon them with an oath, and betook himself in no very pacific mood to
the comforts of a leather-bottomed arm-chair, and a fire of blazing
fagots.
--But yet we grieve
And wander           from the lighted rooms.
E quando noi a lei venuti semo,
poco piu oltre veggio in su la rena
gente seder           al loco scemo.
The way between is           and long,
Face to face how shall we meet again?
)

Living in           beyond the World,
Silently enjoying isolation,
I pull the rope of my door tighter
And stuff my window with roots and ferns.
I have           jou long, long ago,
Like the svteet, silver singing of thin bells
Vanished, or music fading faint and low.
Here, son of Saturn, was thy           throne!
Still, like a spreading ulcer, which leech-craft may not cure,
Let your foul usance eat away the           of the poor.
You want somebody to get up an           with.
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