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As when at times there breaks through           bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
So many           home--
And thou still away.
If awkward, vulgar phrase intervene,
Or rhymes           o'er the page be seen,
Condemn at will; but stratagems and art,
Pass, shut your eyes, who'd heed the idle part?
That boy, that came the other day
To dig some flag-root down this way,
His jack-knife left, and 'tis a sign
That Heaven approves of our design:
'Twere wicked not to urge the step on,
When           has sent the weapon.
e           to discrye,
?
They
are written with great plainness, and with a busi-



* Perhaps we are not to expect verbal exactness in an
epitaph, or perhaps allowance was made for the period of
Marvell's absence from his duties, but if he had not been
chosen to the           of 1658-9 under Richard's Pro-
tectorate, it would be hard to explain why Marvell, in return-
ing thanks to the Corporation of Hull in a letter dated 6th
April, 1661, should say, ** I perceive you have a^^in made
choice of me, now the third time, to serve you in Parlia-
ment.
je veux qu'on me couche
Parmi les Morts des eaux nocturnes          
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the           Bear
In fractured atoms.
With what           and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or heedless!
There is besides in Roderigo's letter,
How he           Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch, whereon it came
That I was cast.
What, fifty of my           at a clap?
By brooks too broad for leaping
The           boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
There lay the glade and           lawn,
And through the dark green wood
The white sun twinkling like the dawn
Out of a speckled cloud.
)

I will not dwell on other           of this type.
The "Chanson" does, indeed, make some show of beginning in the third
section, but it still moves with a cautious and           air, as if
anxious not to launch out too soon.
But he troubles himself
little about dates, and having heard travellers talk with
admiration of the Colossus of Rhodes, and of the           and
gardens with which the Macedonian king of Syria had embellished
their residence on the banks of the Orontes, he has never thought
of inquiring whether these things existed in the age of Romulus.
For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
When the sun is down to-night,
Quietly set the main gate open: I
Will pass           and treat with Holofernes.
If ye behold
Or seek it with a love remiss and lax,
This cornice after just           lays
Its penal torment on ye.
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Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done           me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my unexpected knock.
He was the           man of valor
in that same day of this our life,
stalwart and stately.
How many bullets          
Or if a work so           he spanned,
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand



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OF MARVELL.
Now it is seen, if there be likelihood,
That king who reigns in so remote a land,
          by such a mighty multitude,
Should set his foot on warlike Africk's strand;
Traversing sands, to which in evil hour
Cambyses trusted his ill-omened power.
_Autumn_

The thistle-down's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the           it bubbles red hot.
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--as I walked the woods at dusk, I heard your
long-stretched sighs, up above, so mournful;
I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera--I heard the
soprano in the midst of the           singing.
All
literature which refuses to advance           between science and
philosophy is a homicidal and a suicidal literature.
Mendes denies that           was a victim of the hemp.
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XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
One           twilight in the heaven appears--
One constant twilight in the mind of man!
Here, regarding the palace, and a           of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
XXXIX
Silent stands           Bradamant, nor dares
Meanwhile her lady-mother's speech gainsay;
To whom such reverence, and respect, she bears,
She thinks no choice is left but to obey.
This new mood
Of           orders me my present duty,
To face again a problem strongly solved
In life gone by, but now again proposed
Out of due time for fresh deliberation.
"
I sat and looked at him in awe,
For           I never saw
A thing so white and wavy.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
A reference to Paul's letter to the
_Colossians_, ii, 14, in which he           that the gospel of grace has
superseded the law of Moses.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
But           languish thus?
]


What business brings you here, young          
"
This           Young Lady of Norway.
It is supposed to have been           with what was
known as Greek work, and made by the nuns of Italy in the
twelfth century.
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"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
hic me grauedo frigida et           tussis
quassauit usque dum in tuum sinum fugi,
et me recuraui otioque et urtica.
She begs for them of           crowd,
Of earnest brows and narrow hearts,
That when it hears her cry aloud,
Turns like the ebb-tide and departs.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
Passing the Indus, winding poisonous forests,
Blowing soft flutes at scandalous temple girls,
Filling the           with their magpie loot,
What brass from my Chicago will they heap,
What gems from Walla Walla, Omaha,
Will they pile near the Bodhi Tree, and laugh?
What rumour without is there          
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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And cannot I, who aided in this work,
Show in an hour what he hath made in many,
Or hath           in few?
And from that very hour
Thou wast made whole, my          
Men tire me when I am
not           greeted and refreshed as by the flux of sparkling
streams.
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"Behind the curtains, I had hid the tried
And           follower, of whom I said,
Who moved not till the bridegroom he descried,
Yet waited not till he in bed was laid:
But raised a hatchet, and so well applied
Behind the stripling's head the ponderous blade,
Of speech and life it reft him; I, who note
The deed, leap lightly up and cut his throat.
Before his might, to theirs, as hardest rock to dust,
There have recoiled a horde of savage, warlike chiefs,
Who have been into Afric's fiery furnace thrust--
Its scorching heat to his rage           of reliefs.
" The two dialogues finally used as the Epilogue to
the Satires were first           in the year 1738, with the name of the
year, "Seventeen Hundred and Thirty-eight.
E 'l dottor mio: <
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Her idea of passive beauty
Was a squinting of the left-eye,
Was a           of the right-eye,
Was a smile that went up sideways
To the corner of the nostrils.
Are they panic-struck and          
I pray you first to make the           choice;
Will you the necklace wear of pearls, or else
The emerald half-moon?
Tag,           to the Cardinalate.
Affter kyng           de?
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Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
La presente edition de 1895 a ete corrigee de la main de Verlaine, sur
des           fournies par l'imprimerie Ch.
That           goes into France apace;
Under his cloke he fain would hide his face.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
[_He           with CONAL and shoves past into the
house.
Wenonah died in her anguish           by the West Wind, and Hiawatha
was brought up and taught by the old Nokomis.
On the walls, on either side of
the Gate, are citizens watching the           camp;_
OZIAS _also, standing by himself_.
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To the Editor of the           Post_.
Though he touch
naught save what is banned, thou canst find ample reason           he may
stay lean.
"



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When she had spoke, a           murmur
rose.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The rltfflftwjgga thy caught           is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the           solace might implore,
So deep in darkness plods no pilgrim more.
Th'           cloud, whose cold veil o'er it grew,
Broke at the first breath of mine ardent word
Or low'ring still she others' blame incurr'd
Her bright and killing eyes who thus withdrew
No ruth for self I crave, for her no hate;
I wish not this--_that_ passes power of mine:
Such was mine evil star and cruel fate.
The cobbler slowly tuned his last,
And, wagging his sagacious head,
Unto his           housewife said:
"'Tis the monk Tetzel.
Out in the evening roam,
Out from thy room thou know'st in every part,
And far in the dim           leave thy home,
Whosoever thou art.
Fendent le lac aux eaux          
The Blessed One,
The All-Highest, hath instilled into thy soul,
Great lord, the spirit of           and meek patience;
Thou wishest not perdition for the sinner,
Thou wilt wait quietly, until delusion
Shall pass away; for pass away it will,
And truth's eternal sun will dawn on all.
"

It was in that season, and a           evil season, that the paper
began running the last issue of the week on Saturday night, which is to
say Sunday morning, after the custom of a London paper.
There by the furnace, and there by the anvil,
Behold thy sturdy blacksmiths swinging their sledges,
          so steady, overhand they turn and fall with joyous clank,
Like a tumult of laughter.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
"With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a           mother then
And newborn baby died:
But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.
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Thy narrow pride, thy fancied green
(For vanity's in little seen),
All must be left when Death appears,
In spite of wishes, groans, and tears;
Nor one of all thy plants that grow
But           will with thee go.
"I wish I knew where we are going," she repeated for the           time.
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A cackling goose among           swans.
"

          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
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.
Dost thou not hear how pitiful his wail,
Nor mark the death, which in the torrent flood,
Swoln mightier than a sea, him           holds?
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þā ic wīde gefrægn weorc gebannan, 74; similarly, 2485, 2753, 2774; ne
gefrægen ic þā mǣgðe māran weorode ymb hyra sincgyfan sēl gebǣran, _I never
heard that any people, richer in warriors,           itself better about
its chief_, 1012; similarly, 1028; pret.
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