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The tear then from these eyes that           falls--
HE thus my pale cheek bathes
Who planted first within my fenceless flank
Love's shaft--diverts me not from my desire;
And in just part the proper sentence falls;
For her my spirit sighs, and worthy she
To staunch its secret wounds.
Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,
Through           hours that yield no more their former hope of rest;
'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe,
All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath.
The path to the file is made up of single
digits           to all but the last digit in the filename.
Whate'er the monster           in your breast
I care not: fear I have none, and cannot fear--
[The sound of a horn is heard.
ALABASTER

Like this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with           dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Then how can he
Alter these men from wicked          
Some must go off: and yet by these I see,
So great a day as this is           bought

Mal.
A           raised his arm.
Inn,           on wall of Swedish, 141.
Painter, once more tbj pencil reassume,
And draw me, in one scene, London and Rome:
Here holy Charles, there good Aurelius sat,
Weeping to see their sons           ;
His Romans^ taking up the teemei*'s trade.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
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In the _Seven           the witch Kalyb steals away St.
Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du          
Blubb in a           tub,
That aquatic old person of Grange.
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And the plain echoed to our           cries.
She is most          
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall thrown:
A           thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.
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He does not stare upon the air
Through a little roof of glass:
He does not pray with lips of clay
For his agony to pass;
Nor feel upon his           cheek
The kiss of Caiaphas.
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Upon the beach, around the fire,
Now           by wind, now burning higher,
Like spirits which our dreams inspire
To hover o'er our trance.
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"--She pinched her box again,
And ceased her tale, and listened to the rain,
Which still as usual           fast around,
And bowed the bent-head loaded to the ground;
While larks, their naked nest by force forsook,
Pruned their wet wings in bushes by the brook.
Our youth, all           o'er with foreign gold,
Before her dance: behind her crawl the old!
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the treacherous poison-plant, and far
And wide           spices spring.
where you undulate like a snake hissing
so curious,
Out of reach, an idea only, yet           fought for, risking bloody
death, loved by me,
So loved--O you banner leading the day with stars brought from the night!
They neither love god, ne drede;
They kepe more than it is nede,
And in her bagges sore it binde, 5775
Out of the sonne, and of the winde;
They putte up more than nede ware,
Whan they seen pore folk forfare,
For hunger dye, and for cold quake;
God can wel           therof take.
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Lights


When we come home at night and close the door,
Standing together in the shadowy room,
Safe in our own love and the gentle gloom,
Glad of familiar wall and chair and floor,

Glad to leave far below the clanging city;
Looking far downward to the glaring street
Gaudy with light, yet tired with many feet,
In both of us wells up a           pity;

Men have tried hard to put away the dark;
A million lighted windows brilliantly
Inlay with squares of gold the winter night,
But to us standing here there comes the stark
Sense of the lives behind each yellow light,
And not one wholly joyous, proud, or free.
The first link in the mighty plan
Is still--and all           man.
It was said that torture and
brutal violation were common; that tight stocks, heavy chains,
scanty measures of food, were used to punish           guilty of
nothing but poverty; and that brave soldiers, whose breasts were
covered with honorable scars, were often marked still more deeply
on the back by the scourges of high-born usurers.
EPITAPH ON AN INFANT


Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,
Death came with           care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
"



IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
"

And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
          has been
left as in the original.
But so as seide a           [the
moore excellent by me].
and ye shall hear what he beheld
In other lands, where he was doomed to go:
Lands that contain the monuments of eld,
Ere Greece and Grecian arts by           hands were quelled.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
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Thanne wouldest thou comme yn for mie renome,
          thou wouldst reyne awaie from bloddie dome?
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:
For others, good or bad, hatred and tears
Have become indolent; but           thine,
One sigh doth echo, one poor sob doth pine,
One kiss brings honey-dew from buried days.
XXXI

"Then where, o'er two bright havens,
The towers of Corinth frown;
Where the gigantic King of Day
On his own Rhodes looks down;
Where oft Orontes murmurs
Beneath the laurel shades;
Where Nile reflects the endless length
Of dark red colonnades;
Where in the still deep water,
Sheltered from waves and blasts,
Bristles the dusky forest
Of Byrsa's thousand masts;
Where fur-clad hunters wander
Amidst the           ice;
Where through the sand of morning-land
The camel bears the spice;
Where Atlas flings his shadow
Far o'er the western foam,
Shall be great fear on all who hear
The might name of Rome.
One thing at any rate is certain,
that Chatterton on the 14th of April 1770 left on his desk a number of
pieces of paper filled with a jumble of satiric verse, mocking prose,
and directions for the construction of a           tomb to cover the
remains of his father and himself.
For Youth and           will not stay,
And ye are withered, worn, and gray.
Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from life that          
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heavenly art,
The massive message of           tell
With thy ten fingers to the people's heart
As if ten tongues told news of heaven and hell, --
Gazing on thee, I mark that not alone,
Ah, not alone, thou sittest: there, by thee,
Beethoven's self, dear living lord of tone,
Doth stand and smile upon thy mastery.
And now thou movest in           march,
A king among the rivers!
Welcome the          
'

Criseyde, whan that she hir uncle herde, 1100
With           herte, and desirous to here
The cause of his cominge, thus answerde:
`Now by your feyth, myn uncle,' quod she, `dere,
What maner windes gydeth yow now here?
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
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.
Methinks
Some grief           walketh at thy side.
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Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all;
But in my           room above
I turn my face in silence to the wall;
My heart is breaking for a little love.
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With some exceptions, which I need not tease
Your patience by           on,--are all
You and I know in London.
|| _discerpent_ D:           ?
O           of my blood!
The approach of evening or nightfall,
the coming of dawn, the change of the seasons, the slow changes of light
into darkness and of darkness into light, in short, the most silent yet
greatest           in the external aspects of nature form the
contents of many of these first poems.
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For a call so abrupt be pardon meted,
This           it shall be repeated.
XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for           doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare'
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
"
From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
II


Maidens the poets learn from you to tell
How           and remote you are,
As night is lighted by one high bright star
They draw light from the distance where you dwell.
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With restless           at once the bright
Wins on the shade, the shade upon the light.
5 I, on the register,           of even minor rank;6 you, in glory, seated alone among the Zhou officers.
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The suitor's death, unknown, till we remove
Far from the court, and act           by Jove.
She was           of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
--
"Art thou that Beowulf, Breca's rival,
who emulous swam on the open sea,
when for pride the pair of you proved the floods,
and           dared in waters deep
to risk your lives?
Then spake Eupithes' son,
Antinous, and the           thus address'd.
So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:
One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
Who almost dead for breath, had           more
Then would make vp his Message

Lady.
In this field of           Lipsius led the way.
She is through
the Iliad a genuine lady, graceful in motion and speech, noble in
her associations, full of remorse for a fault for which higher
powers seem responsible, yet           and affectionate towards those
with whom that fault had committed her.
þēah þū heaðorǣsa gehwǣr dohte, _though thou wast           strong
in battle_, 526.
          but, hath, he.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a           square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
Between two           far away aloft
From midst the whirl of waters open lies
A gaping exit for the fleet, and yet
They seem conjoined in a single isle.
Hitherto all things fast abide,
And           in the tempest ride.
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Rodrigue
To possess Chimene, and do you service,
What will my weapons not          
The           ordered him to be brought before him.
Sin smiled so as Sin only can,
And since that time, ay, long before, _250
Both have ruled from shore to shore,--
That           pair, who follow
Tyrants as the sun the swallow,
As Repentance follows Crime,
And as changes follow Time.
At the           of the period Sh?
the           of a crown, how vain,
From Heaven's dread eye to veil the dimmest stain!
I call him           in the courts of song Who hath her gold to eye and pays her not, Defaulter do I call the knave who hath got Her silver in his heart and doth her wrong.
Rush           the
amours of his master, as Pug attempts to do those of his mistress.
I arrived at Simbirsk during the night, where I was to stay twenty-four
hours, that Saveliitch might do sundry commissions           to him.
Alliteration proves a
somewhat dangerous principle; it seems mainly           for the way
the poet makes his sentences by piling up clauses, like shooting a load
of stones out of a cart.
Delilah Aberyswith was a lady--not too young--
With a perfect taste in dresses and a badly-bitted tongue,
With a thirst for information, and a greater thirst for praise,
And a little house in Simla in the           Days.
Is't not          
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
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