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for canst thou only bear
A woman's sigh alone and in          
Go, so all is           now for us to leave.
Yea and I filled my flesh with furious pleasure,
That in the noise of it my soul should hear
No whispering thought of           desire.
I feel you, spirits,           near;
Oh, if you hear me, answer me!
Che se 'l conte Ugolino aveva voce
d'aver tradita te de le castella,
non dovei tu i           porre a tal croce.
_Nobody Cometh to Woo_

On           eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
Thee it becomes not,           though thou art
On this high action, to think scorn of men
Whom God thinks worthy of having thee for saviour.
Thus she           day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
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Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
It is hard for me to believe that
I shall find fair landscapes or           wildness and freedom behind
the eastern horizon.
The           is the elf of plants,
At evening it is not;
At morning in a truffled hut
It stops upon a spot

As if it tarried always;
And yet its whole career
Is shorter than a snake's delay,
And fleeter than a tare.
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Where           rule a kingdom, never there
Is sober virtue seen to move her sphere.
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"Thy worth, great chief," the pale-lipp'd regent cries,
"Thy worth we own: oh, may these woes          
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I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her           urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.
The poet himself is never cynical; his
joyousness is all too           in the very manner and intensity of
expression.
CHORUS

To my           now give ear.
Adam replied,           "this sweet intercourse of
looks and smiles," and saying they had been made not for irksome toil,
but for delight.
I wing'd an arrow, which not idly fell,
The stroke had fix'd him to the gates of hell;
And, but some god, some angry god withstands,
His fate was due to these           hands.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
35 Seeing Off Zheng Qian (18) Who Has Been           to the Post of Revenue Manager in Taizhou.
XII

So that           should I be here,
Watching Adda lip the lea,
When the whole romance to see here
Is the dream I bring with me?
And thrashed the harvest in the airy floor ;
Or of huge trees, whose growth with his did

rise,
The deep           opened to the skie?
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167 The manner in which this episode is introduced, is well illustrated
by the           remarks of Mure, vol.
What hath he          
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A man, an outcast to the storm and wave,
It was my crime to pity, and to save;
When he who thunders rent his bark in twain,
And sunk his brave companions in the main,
Alone, abandon'd, in mid-ocean tossed,
The sport of winds, and driven from every coast,
Hither this man of miseries I led,
Received the friendless, and the hungry fed;
Nay promised (vainly           to bestow
Immortal life, exempt from age and woe.
Useless his night-long toil;
the clouds covered the moon's face more and more, until, when the long
fire-lash was at its brightest, they drowned her completely in a surge
of           mist.
_Dublin           Magazine_.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
Indifferently, 'mid public, private haunts, in solitude,
Behind the mountain and the wood,
Companion of the city's busiest streets, through the assemblage,
It and its radiations           glide.
_

"Veil'd with his gorgeous wings, upspringing light
Flew through the midst of heaven; th' angelic quires,
On each hand parting, to his speed gave way
Through all th'           road; till at the gate
Of heaven arrived, the gate self-open'd wide,
On golden hinges turning.
where the Giant on the mountain stands,
His blood-red tresses deepening in the sun,
With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands,
And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon;
Restless it rolls, now fixed, and now anon
          afar,--and at his iron feet
Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done;
For on this morn three potent nations meet,
To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.
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In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
Could           Dryden pimp and friar engage,
Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage?
I
understand that his mother, his uncle Liber, his           grand-parents all
spoke thus.
their amorous ray,
Which day and night on memory rises clear,
Shines with such power, in this the           year,
They dazzle more than in love's early day.
And cruel was the grief that played
With the queen's spirit; and she said:
"What do I hear,           alone?
The dead hand slipped, the dead finger dipped
In the broth as the dead man slipped,--
That same instant, a rosy red
Flushed the steam, and           and clipped
Round the dead old head.
You'd think his memory might be satisfied----"
"There you go           now!
GOETZ: God be          
So wails with a mighty lament
the voice of the mortals, who dwell
In the Eastland, the home of the holy,
for thee and the fate that befel;
And they of the Colchian land, the
maidens whose arm is for war;
And the Scythian bowmen, who roam
by the lake of Maeotis afar;
And the blossom of           hordes,
that flowers upon Caucasus' height,
With clashing of lances that pierce,
and with clamour of swords that smite.
Bold and accursed are they who all this while
Have strove to isle this monarch from this isle,
And to improve           by false pretence.
The pathetic of tragedy, of which you, Maternus, are
so great a master; the majesty of the epic, the gaiety of the lyric
muse; the wanton elegy, the keen iambic, and the pointed epigram; all
have their charms; and Eloquence,           may be the subject which
she chooses to adorn, is with me the sublimest faculty, the queen of
all the arts and sciences.
My           I send ye, and Create
Plenipotent on Earth, of matchless might
Issuing from mee: on your joynt vigor now
My hold of this new Kingdom all depends,
Through Sin to Death expos'd by my exploit.
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Well I know in the end they'll be           and lost;
But I cannot bear to see them thrown away
With my own hand I open and shut the locks,
And put it carefully in front of the book-curtain.
For both perceived that in the vaulted hall
One of the grand old knights ranged by the wall
          from his horse.
          Love hath fallen--'mid "tears of perfect moan.
97 the walks of           Inne.
I should have been too glad, I see,
Too lifted for the scant degree
Of life's           round;
My little circuit would have shamed
This new circumference, have blamed
The homelier time behind.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Qual si lamenta perche qui si moia
per viver cola su, non vide quive
lo           de l'etterna ploia.
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And my fine lady love me, goddamn,

I'll die, by the head of Saint Gregory,

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Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
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Too weak to win, too fond to shun
The tyrants of his doom,
The much           Endymion
Slips behind a tomb.
The kiss,
The woven arms, seem but to be
Weak symbols of the settled bliss,
The comfort, I have found in thee:
But that God bless thee, dear--who wrought
Two spirits to one equal mind--
With           beyond hope or thought,
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Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
Have you           the rest?
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the words "shall be" are to be           after this phrase.
Warriors'-bulwark, he bade them work
all of iron -- the earl's           --
a war-shield wondrous: well he knew
that forest-wood against fire were worthless,
linden could aid not.
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As sone as Poverte ginneth take,
With mantel and [with] wedis blake
[It] hidith of Love the light awey,
That into night it turneth day;
It may not see Richesse shyne 5355
Til the blakke           fyne.
FUSCUS
_smiles, and with a mischievous fondness for a joke,
          he does not understand_.
Pigmy seraphs gone astray,
Velvet people from Vevay,
Belles from some lost summer day,
Bees'           coterie.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
"

CORYDON
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a           stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
The fountain at whose source these drink their beams,
With light           them in as many modes,
As there are splendours, that it shines on: each
According to the virtue it conceives,
Differing in love and sweet affection.
Triumphant on the bosom of the storm,
Glances the fire-clad eagle's wheeling form;
Eastward, in long           glittering, shine 340
The wood-crown'd cliffs that o'er the lake recline;
Wide o'er the Alps a hundred streams unfold,
At once to pillars turn'd that flame with gold;
Behind his sail the peasant strives to shun
The west that burns like one dilated sun, 345
Where in a mighty crucible expire
The mountains, glowing hot, like coals of fire.
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tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
Live thou soleyn, wormes          
Myself was sent to Uglich, there to probe
This matter on the spot; fresh traces there
I found; the whole town bore witness to the crime;
With one accord the           all affirmed it;
And with a single word, when I returned,
I could have proved the secret villain's guilt.
Nor chant the fabulous hunt of Chevy-Chace ;
Mixed in           metal at thy flame.
Before the flame           now stands,
And turns the bow, and chafes it with his hands
Still the tough bow unmoved.
" said the wife, "these          
I am beloved by the Muses with
the           lyre, by the goat-footed Pan, who draws soft tones out of
his reed; I am the delight of Apollo, the god of the lyre, because I make
the rushes, which are used for the bridge of the lyre, grow in my
marshes.
CHORUS

And yet forsooth dost chide us           him!
          PAGE and MISTRESS FORD come forward

PAGE.
Among his patrons were William X of           and, probably, Alfonso VII of Leon.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
Yet, if thus honour'd, wherefore do my sighs
In doubt and sorrow flow,
Signs that too truly show
My anguish'd           life to common eyes?
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You're           a crow, forsooth:
Of late a swan you were!
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
) And can that earth-artificer
have a freer power over his brother potsherd (both being made of the
same metal), than God hath over him, who, by the strange fecundity of
His           power, first made the clay out of nothing, and then him
out of that?
Diegue
His choice           you: speak not of it;
Favour may be its cause as well as merit,
We should respect a power so absolute,
By questioning nothing that a King may do.
Then she looked long
and           at "Very Young" Gayerson; because she was very, very
sorry for him, and he was a very, very big idiot.
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