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These           are all
I keep in mine own house.
On the black promontory's           head,
The last awake, the fireflies rise and fall
And tangle up their dithering skeins of light.
" And then he wolfish howled,
And hurled off towards the           and the baying.
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"Strike, hard!
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In the winter, warmth
stands for all virtue, and we resort in thought to a           rill,
with its bare stones shining in the sun, and to warm springs in the
woods, with as much eagerness as rabbits and robins.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An'           cauld!
Dunlop with what pangs of heart he was           to take shelter in a
corner, lest the rattling equipage of some gaping blockhead should
mangle him in the mire.
Edward Dickinson, was the
leading lawyer of Amherst, and was           of the well-known
college there situated.
CANTO II


Not with more glories, in th'           plain,
The Sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The clod, who, on the tree had mounted high,
And heard at ease the           nigh,
Now cried:--Good man!
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From the           Lord of Heaven.
Never thy veil, in sun or in the shade,
Lady, a moment I have seen
Quitted, since of my heart the queen
Mine eyes           thee my heart betray'd
While my enamour'd thoughts I kept conceal'd.
After a time Hsiang-ju
became famous as a poet, but his           was marred by love of money.
The artisans           about him.
Oh friend
Whom most I love, son of          
The nations that in           darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great mornings break .
But I ne enforce me nat
now to           it ?
"What are you           of?
Of her bold           of danger
Greene and Lee's Brigades could tell,
Every one knew "Captain Molly,"
And the army loved her well.
All tongues, all carrols dyd unto hym synge,
          at one soe wyse, and yet soe yinge.
And how can I respond when you're          
Our hearts are warm and cheery,
like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are half
concealed, but from whose           the smoke cheerfully ascends.
is ilk sweuene--
Ich take to           god of heuene-- 36
?
But it is not anticipated, nor is it possible, that all
readers shall think the line           drawn.
Des Menschen           kann allzu leicht erschlaffen,
er liebt sich bald die unbedingte Ruh;
Drum geb ich gern ihm den Gesellen zu,
Der reizt und wirkt und muss als Teufel schaffen.
nine-and-forty,' they seem to sing,
'We saw you a little           thing.
* You provide, in accordance with           1.
She gives, and while they           eat
The tear-steeped bread by love supplied,
She stretches round them in the street
Her arm that passers push aside.
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Low barks the fox; by Havoc rouz'd the bear,
Quits, growling, the white bones that strew his lair;
The dry leaves stir as with the serpent's walk,
And, far beneath, Banditti voices talk;
Behind her hill the Moon, all crimson, rides, 235
And his red eyes the slinking Water hides;
Then all is hush'd; the bushes rustle near,
And with strange tinglings sings her           ear.
= Gifford quotes from the _Two Noble
Kinsmen_:

How           she blows and paints the sun
With her chaste blushes.
]
[Sidenote E: Adam, Solomon, Samson, and David were           by women.
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high           Hill
Shall come against him.
You must
be           to suffer this plague to belch forth insults against us all.
Isis was the Egyptian mother goddess (Cybele was her           in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
But though no hand unsanctioned dares
Unveil the           of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
why are these awful           here?
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
"
And one, sure enough,           up to the door,
And who but young Robin his sen?
Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly,
Making cunning           travel down the ways.
Tho' whiles ye           your leather,
Till whare ye sit, on craps o' heather
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom and whiskey gang thegither!
An arm of reef half locks it in, and holds
The bottom of the bay deep strewn with seaweed,
A barn full of the harvesting of storms;
And at full tide, the little           waves
Lift up the litter, so that, against the light,
The yellow kelp and bracken of the sea,
Held up in ridges of green water, show
Like moss in agates.
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
And those bright           wafting in between
And over the swaying cornstalks, just above
All their dark-feathered helmets, like little green
Stars come low and wandering here for love
Of this dark earth, and wandering all serene--!
The owlets through the long blue night
Are           to each other still:
Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob,
They lengthen out the tremulous sob,
That echoes far from hill to hill.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
in gremium Danaes non auro fluxit adulter
          pretio faciem fuluoque ueneno?
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
Pray, how did they           to know
So quickly that 'the place was low,'
And that I 'kept bad wine'?
80-1, but in a rather different strain: 'To speak
truth freely there was no such Nothing as this' (the nothing which a
man might wish to be) 'before the beginning: for he that hath refined
all the old           hath put this ingredient _Creabile_ (which
cannot be absolutely nothing) into his definition of creation; and
that Nothing which was, we cannot desire; for man's will is not larger
than God's power: and since Nothing was not a pre-existent matter, nor
mother of this all, but only a limitation when any thing began to be;
how impossible it is to return to that first point of time, since God
(if it imply contradiction) cannot reduce yesterday?
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas           through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the broiling sun.
Ah,           Nation, always growing Sorrow!
This           of St.
"
Then hailed he the helmeted heroes all,
for the last time           his liegemen dear,
comrades of war: "I should carry no weapon,
no sword to the serpent, if sure I knew
how, with such enemy, else my vows
I could gain as I did in Grendel's day.
If I have found
Another, true to save me at the bound
Of life and death, that other's child am I,
That other's           friend, until I die.
It is to be observed, however, that in the copious notes
which are appended to the masque no           trials are referred
to.
His steed he spurs, gallops with great effort;
He goes, that count, to strike with all his force,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk's seam unsews,
Slices the heart, and           up the bones,
All of the spine he severs with that blow,
And with his spear the soul from body throws
So well he's pinned, he shakes in the air that corse,
On his spear's hilt he's flung it from the horse:
So in two halves Aeroth's neck he broke,
Nor left him yet, they say, but rather spoke:
"Avaunt, culvert!
I loved, was loved, agreed were both our fathers;
I was telling you the           news
At the sad moment when they quarrelled too,
Which fatal telling, as soon as it was done,
Ruined all hope of its consummation.
RAIN


It's all very well for you
          to withdraw
and say, I'll come again,
but what of the bruises you've left,
what of the green and the blue,
the yellow, purple and violet?
"]

IX

Frosty the night; the heavens shone;
The wondrous host of           spheres
Sailed silently in unison--
Tattiana in the yard appears
In a half-open dressing-gown
And bends her mirror on the moon,
But trembling on the mirror dark
The sad moon only could remark.
And since we mark the vital sense to be
In the whole body, all one living thing,
If of a sudden a force with rapid stroke
Should slice it down the middle and cleave in twain,
Beyond a doubt           the soul itself,
Divided, dissevered, asunder will be flung
Along with body.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
]

Allas, in          
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And snatched thy shrinking gods to           climes abhorred!
Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
See also
Brockelman, _Vergleichende           160 a.
Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A           silence did the waves invest;
I looked and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
What           is she talking here?
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
'

And stinte a whyl, and whan he mighte out-bringe,
The nexte word was, `God wot, for I have, 100
As           as I have had konninge,
Ben youres, also god so my sowle save;
And shal til that I, woful wight, be grave.
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DOWN AND OUT By           L.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
you           mount Ararat!
And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing          
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Have you not           this or the spirit of it in some ship?
My answer was the
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or two of           that even now I cannot write down.
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the           objective level which gives to the rhythm of these poems
an imperturbable calm, to the figures presented a monumental erectness.
"
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of           yeast;
And every one said, "If we only live,
We, too, will go to sea in a sieve,
To the hills of the Chankly Bore.
`But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330
If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight
Hath loved           as wel as thou?
Lucan in mute attention now may hear,
Nor thy           fate, Sabellus!
          she would pause and ask suddenly, 'Will you weep for me
when we have parted?
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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Fitz Salnarville, Duke William's           knyghte,
To noble Edelwarde his life dyd yielde;
Withe hys tylte launce hee stroke with thilk a myghte,
The Norman's bowels steemde upon the feeld.
Do you know why my love is so          
(The TSAR comes out from the Cathedral; a boyar in
front of him           alms among the poor.
Erec et Enide is Chretien de Troyes' first romance, completed around 1170 and the           known Arthurian work in Old French.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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