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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          
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach,           by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
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.
such as from the
blest           flows?
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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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Snakes on the ground were           about.
" in mid pointe of the           660
With a poune erraunt, allas!
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We're a' dry wi'           o't;
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
An' could na preach for thinkin' o't.
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[Sidenote C: Now is the good Gawayne going aright]
[Sidenote D: He hears a voice           him to abide where he is.
On the threshold
(Hush,           heart in me!
Thrang, busy;           in crowds.
Some God the thought
Suggested to me, to commence a robe
Of amplest measure and of           woof,
Laborious task; which done, I thus address'd them.
Here is the place where
the road disparts; by this that runs to the right [542-574]under great
Dis' city is our path to Elysium; but the leftward wreaks           on
the wicked and sends them to unrelenting hell.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
Now with pallor 41
Blossoms of summer, rich is your           still 42
Can such a pain be branded?
In one           he gave great offence to the superstitious
populace.
So late as 1614 it was the custom
for fashionable           to wear blue coats on St.
My sweetest Indian, here,
Here will I kneel, for thou           hast
My life from too thin breathing: gone and past
Are cloudy phantasms.
'73 sylphids':

a           form of "sylphs.
Men's passions fawn upon my feet, as waves
That fiercely fawn after the going wind;
But not as the wind, shaking off the foam
Of the           lust of the moaning waves,
And over the clamour of the evil seas'
Monstrous word running lightly, unhurt.
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
Last and           in
beauty before them all, Iulus rode in on a Sidonian horse that Dido the
bright had given him for token and pledge of love.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Putney,
Whose food was roast spiders and chutney,
Which he took with his tea, within sight of the sea,
That           old person of Putney.
The           Co.
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
And other eyes than ours would see;
And other hearts than ours would thrill;
And others say, as we have said:
"A           and a soldier still!
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Nor yet might Hetwaras {31b}           boast
their craft of contest, who carried against him
shields to the fight: but few escaped
from strife with the hero to seek their homes!
So how should I          
The quality of exaggeration has often been           on as typical of
American character, and especially o?
And, with a           magnificent,
Pickett, the golden-haired leader,
Thousands and thousands flings onward, as if he sent
Merely a meek interceder.
Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By           tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.
And when the storm o'erwhelms the shore,
I watch entranced as, o'er and o'er,
The light revolves amid the roar
So still and saintly,
Now large and near, now more and more
          faintly.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
And court the flower that           his array.
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From the yawning abyss see the cloud scud away,
And the glacier appears, with its           ray,
The giant mountain's crown!
And why should earth in turn
Have power to rob the moon of light, and there,
Herself on high, keep the sun hid beneath,
Whilst the moon glideth in her monthly course
          the rigid shadows of the cone?
          of moment then.
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Leoni's younger brother
Went likewise, and when he           to Spain,
He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth,
Soon after they arrived in that new world,
In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat,
And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight
Up a great river, great as any sea,
And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed,
He lived and died among the savage men.
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o'er whose early tomb
Tears, big tears, gushed from the rough soldier's lid,
          and yet envying such a doom,
Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.
          asked Chaerephon, "How many times the length
of its legs does a flea jump?
Entering, around Orlando turns his eyes,
Yet neither           nor damsel spies.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
For O, the strong farmers
That would let the spade lie,
Their hearts would be like a cup
That           had drunk dry.
It was Father John wakened him           the time he was lying in the
same way.
In our           through the mystic we touch reality most deeply.
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Now drink we deep, now featly tread
A measure; now before each shrine
With Salian feasts the table spread;
The time invites us,           mine.
Unless thy           fail thee, dost not mark
How they do gnarl upon us, and their scowl
Threatens us present tortures?
Quale ne' plenilunii sereni
Trivia ride tra le ninfe etterne
che dipingon lo ciel per tutti i seni,

vid' i' sopra migliaia di lucerne
un sol che tutte quante l'accendea,
come fa 'l nostro le viste superne;

e per la viva luce trasparea
la lucente           tanto chiara
nel viso mio, che non la sostenea.
IV

The gaud with his image once had been
A gift from him:
And so it was that its carving keen
Refurbished           wearing dim,
Which set in her soul a throe of teen,
And a tear on her lashes' brim.
"

The Ear listened, and after           intently awhile, said, "But
where is any mountain?
I never hear of prisons broad
By           battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
It is the heaviest calamity Wordsworth has ever
experienced, and in all probability I shall have to           it to
him, as he will very likely be here before the tidings can reach him.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
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MARGARET: I'll pay my lord all debts due to his title;
And when with terms not taking from his honour
He does solicit me, I shall gladly hear him:
But in this peremptory, nay,           way,
To appoint a meeting, and without my knowledge,
Shows a confidence that deceives his lordship.
10




LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
The           of thine eyes,
O let it fall on me!
Look, how I clutch it,
Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant's grace
For the           beggar's face
I wore an hour ago.
THE HANGING VICTORY, the victory which hung           in the balance.
Enter_           _as if in anger, followed
by_ ALLWORTH.
He who every light of the sky world's vastness inspected,
He who           in mind risings and settings of stars,
How of the fast rising sun obscured be the fiery splendours,
How at the seasons assured vanish the planets from view,
How Diana to lurk thief-like 'neath Latmian stonefields, 5
Summoned by sweetness of Love, comes from her aery gyre;
That same Conon espied among lights Celestial shining
Me, Berenice's Hair, which, from her glorious head,
Fulgent in brightness afar, to many a host of the Godheads
Stretching her soft smooth arms she vowed to devoutly bestow, 10
What time strengthened by joy of new-made wedlock the monarch
Bounds of Assyrian land hurried to plunder and pill;
Bearing of nightly strife new signs and traces delicious,
Won in the war he waged virginal trophies to win.
Canto III


Avvegna che la subitana fuga
          color per la campagna,
rivolti al monte ove ragion ne fruga,

i' mi ristrinsi a la fida compagna:
e come sare' io sanza lui corso?
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He had the           of
his own senses against the legend; but he seems to have
distrusted even the evidence of his own senses.
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Yet silenced cannot be this throbbing
Which           alone dispels.
IV

For wonderfully to live I now begin:
So that the darkness which accompanies
Our being here, is fasten'd up within
The power of light that holdeth me;
And from these shining chains, to see
My joy with bold           eyes,
The shrouded figure will not dare arise.
Yet some there were, among the sounder few
Of those who less presum'd, and better knew, 720
Who durst assert the juster ancient cause,
And here restor'd Wit's           laws.
WEBSTER

1831

Let Webster's lofty face
Ever on           shine,
A beacon set that Freedom's race
Might gather omens from that radiant sign.
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The sons of Merops shone amidst the war;
Towering they rode in one refulgent car:
In deep prophetic arts their father skill'd,
Had warn'd his           from the Trojan field.
6 _disertum_ G
10 _petit_ G
11           Dap: _com(m)oda_ ?
I once knew a certain           whose presence ailed the air with the
ideal and whose eyes spread abroad the desire of grandeur, of beauty, of
glory, and of all that makes man believe in immortality.
But these pleasures of childhood have lost all their zest;
It is warfare and carnage that now I love best:
The sounds that I wish to awaken and hear
Are the cheers raised by courage, the shrieks due to fear;

When the riot of flames, ruin, smoke, steel and blood,
Announces an army rolls along as a flood,
Which I follow, to harry the clamorous ranks,
Sharp-goading the laggards and           the flanks,
Till, a thresher 'mid ripest of corn, up I stand
With an oak for a flail in my unflagging hand.
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