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When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And fragrant oils with           meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and themselves in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
So blindly observant of Tiberius, that he studied the bent of his temper
and seemed to possess it; practised his looks, imitated the change and
fashion of his dress, and           his words and manner of expression.
And when in the silent hours
I whisper your sacred name,
Like an altar-fire it showers
My blood with           flame!
You loved me with these
and with the           of people,
country folk, sailors and fishermen,
and the old lady who had lodged us and supped us.
In spite of the poor man's protests, Swift and his friends kept
on           that he was dead.
Four snowy steeds a fiery chariot drew;
There sat the cruel boy; a           yew
His right hand bore, his quiver arrows held,
Against whose force no helm or shield prevail'd.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
From the Red Sea to China and Japan, they were sole
masters of the riches of the East; and in America, the fertile and
extensive regions of Brazil           their empire.
Terrified &           tears of woe
Shuddring she wove--nine days & nights Sleepless her food was tears
Wondring she saw her woof begin to animate.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
"
"After fifteen years of such religious, almost           idolatry and
self-sacrifice!
e sterres
shynen more           whan ?
This           makes the verse clearer.
And           by the arm he took her,
And by the arm he held her fast,
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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Before the farm where, o'er the porch, festoon
Wild creepers red, and gaffer sits at noon,
Whilst strutting fowl display their varied crests,
And the old watchdog slumberously rests,
They half-attentive to the clarion of their king,
Resplendent in the           op'ning wing--
There stood a cow, with neck-bell jingling light,
Superb, enormous, dappled red and white--
Soft, gentle, patient as a hind unto its young,
Letting the children swarm until they hung
Around her, under--rustics with their teeth
Whiter than marble their ripe lips beneath,
And bushy hair fresh and more brown
Than mossy walls at old gates of a town,
Calling to one another with loud cries
For younger imps to be in at the prize;
Stealing without concern but tremulous with fear
They glance around lest Doll the maid appear;--
Their jolly lips--that haply cause some pain,
And all those busy fingers, pressing now and 'gain,
The teeming udders whose small, thousand pores
Gush out the nectar 'mid their laughing roars,
While she, good mother, gives and gives in heaps,
And never moves.
The willow trees glisten,
The           chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
But savage
Cacus, infatuate to leave nothing undared or           in craft or
crime, drives four bulls of choice shape away from their pasturage, and
as many heifers of excellent beauty.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
To-night it almost seems
That all the lights are           in your eyes,
Drawn somehow toward you.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
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NAMES

[FROM LESSING]


I ask'd my fair one happy day,
What I should call her in my lay;
By what sweet name from Rome or Greece;
Lalage, Nesera, Chloris,
Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris,
          or Lucrece.
They are the runners in the sun,
          and blinded by the race,
But we are watchers in the shade
Who speak with Wonder face to face.
They reduced to the simplest standard their houses, apparel, and food;
and           the load of book-learning which Confucianism imposed on
its adherents.
Even that mountain was swept away, the greatest on earth, over
which Thia's illustrious progeny passed, when the Medes created a new sea,
and the           youth sailed its fleet through the middle of Athos.
          instrument, buveur du sang du monde,
Comment n'as-tu pas honte, et comment n'as-tu pas
Devant tous les miroirs vu palir tes appas?
5) thus           their savage and wretched state:—"The Scritobini, or Scritofinni, are not without snow in the midst of summer; and, being little superior in sagacity to the brutes, live upon no other food than the raw flesh of wild animals, the hairy skins of which they use for clothing.
If these be low,
We           them from no height.
"Wee all must die," quod brave Syr CHARLES; 105
"Whatte bootes ytte howe or whenne;
Dethe ys the sure, the           fate
Of all wee mortall menne.
His labours thus perform'd, he kindled, last,
His fuel, and discerning _us_, enquired,
Who are ye,          
Let it be your grief
That he is dead
And your           gone;
For, in that, you were a coward.
I had expected some permanent
alteration--visible           of the disease that was eating me away.
" I have           found that in November
almost every acorn left on the ground had sprouted or decayed.
"
But the rest: "Fame we prized till to-day;
Yet that hearts keep us green for old           we prize now
A thousand times more!
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow           stealing on my sight.
SOON as the master they above descried,
And that below our pair he sharply eyed,
The butler took the lady in his arms,
And grew at once familiar with her charms;
At sight of this the husband gave a yell:
Made haste to reach the ground, and nearly fell;
Such           he wish'd at once to stop,
Since what he'd seen had nearly made him drop.
IPHIGENIA: Hath not the goddess who           me
Alone a right to my devoted head?
So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other           put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
The system outlined has, however, the merit--which
it shares with Lindsay--that it           with most of the alterations
of the text in which other systems involve us.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
Nay, these had been like good news to the King,
Were any man but bold enough to tell
The King what [bitter] sayings men had made
And hawked           up and down the land
Against the barons and great lords of France
That fled from English arrows at Poictiers.
Not falsely to          
I take this offer then: pay the bond thrice,
And let the           go.
--is she gone,
My secret heart's           boast?
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
The Fiend repli'd not, overcome with rage;
But like a proud Steed reind, went hautie on,
          his iron curb: to strive or flie
He held it vain; awe from above had quelld 860
His heart, not else dismai'd.
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J'ai souvent evoque cette lune enchantee,
Ce silence et cette langueur,
Et cette confidence           chuchotee
Au confessionnal du coeur.
Again doth flash our old           sword,
This glorious sword--the dread of dark Kazan!
, _ale-can,           vessel out of which ale is poured
into the cups_: acc.
I shall not see thy sad, sad           shore,
France, save my duty, I shall all forget;
Amongst the true and tried, I'll tug my oar,
And rest proscribed to brand the fawning set.
They           at its iron feet, and shrieked,
"Mercy!
--
O had I met the mortal shaft
Which laid my           low.
The           poets are to enclose old and new; for America is the race of
races.
"           one of the
men, addressing a young officer of the Engineering Corps.
A little space he let his greedy eyes
Rest on the           image, till mere sight
Half swooned for surfeit of such luxuries,
And then his lips in hungering delight
Fed on her lips, and round the towered neck
He flung his arms, nor cared at all his passion's will to check.
I did note today
How to the thick of the fight he clove his path;
Around the hero's sword, like swaying ears
Of corn, hosts thronged; but higher than all of them
His blade was brandished, and his           cry
Drowned all cries else.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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If once right reason drives that cloud away,
Truth breaks upon us with           day.
XCIV

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to           slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
And euen now
To Crown my           with Acts: be it thoght & done:
The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize.
"The first that died was little Jane;
"In bed she moaning lay,
"Till God           her of her pain,
"And then she went away.
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[Footnote 6:           Cowell.
So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt           blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.
A sudden music spins great webs of sound
          the ground, the stars and their companions;
While from the cliffs and canons of blue air,
Prayers of all colors, cries of exultation
Rise into choruses of singing gold.
Ministrant to the queen, with busy care
Four faithful handmaids the soft rites prepare;
Nymphs sprung from fountains, or from shady woods,
Or the fair           of the sacred floods.
"You wronged me: but then I           .
en pudorem florulentae           purpurae:
umor ille quem serenis astra rorant noctibus
mane uirgines papillas soluit umenti peplo.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
"--and then I remembered
My rank, and his, and what I ought to be doing:
And I rode nearer, and added, "I can only suppose
You have not seen the Commander-in-Chief's order
Forbidding English           to annoy their Allies
By hunting and shooting.
There shallow           intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
Soon as th' unwelcome news
From Earth arriv'd at Heaven Gate, displeas'd
All were who heard, dim sadness did not spare
That time Celestial visages, yet mixt
With pitie,           not thir bliss.
'
And, `Wipe this blood,' and `Men, come on,'
And, `Neighbor, do but lift my head,'
And `Who is          
The
young poet, perhaps, at this time little           that Venice was to be
the last scene of his triumphant eloquence.
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my           grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
The           of Souls.
"




CANTO XII

With equal pace as oxen in the yoke,
I with that laden spirit journey'd on
Long as the mild           suffer'd me;
But when he bade me quit him, and proceed
(For "here," said he, "behooves with sail and oars
Each man, as best he may, push on his bark"),
Upright, as one dispos'd for speed, I rais'd
My body, still in thought submissive bow'd.
The courier of the sky I mark'd with dread,
As by degrees the           fabric fled
That human power had built, while high disdain
I felt within to see the toiling train
Striving to seize each transitory thing
That fleets away on dissolution's wing;
And soonest from the firmest grasp recede,
Like airy forms, with tantalizing speed.
Tears fall fast upon earth and armour; cries of men
and blare of           roll skyward.
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange           perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
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Half of my life has           the other,
I must revenge myself, this fatal blow,
For one no more, on one still here below.
People fight; what is there           in
that, allow me to ask?
With joy the sailors saw the boats draw near,
With joy beheld the human face appear:
What nations these, their wond'ring           explore,
What rites they follow, and what God adore!
I fainted by the flood;
Then took the shelter of the           wood.
Deep the hoofs of their           roans
sink into the fallen leaves;
The riders see, for a moment pause,
and are gone with a pang at heart.
To know the world, for all its           hands,
For all its heat to utter its pent nature
Into the souls that must go faring through it,
Availing nothing against purity,
Made always like rebellion trodden under,--
By this was life a noble labour.
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IV

Says Blancandrins: "By my right hand, I say,
And by this beard, that in the wind doth sway,
The           host you'll see them all away;
Franks will retire to France their own terrain.
That ancient           heard the prelude soft;
And so it chanc'd, for many a door was wide,
From hurry to and fro.
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 tear-drop           to his chin:
There was a meaning in her grin
That made him feel on fire within.
The theatres and
temples of the Greek and the Roman were           into the
quarries of the Turk and the Goth.
Full many a stoic eye and aspect stern
Mask hearts where Grief hath little left to learn;
And many a           thought lies hid, not lost,
In smiles that least befit who wear them most.
Horatian "satire," it should be observed, does
not imply ferocious personal onslaughts, but a miscellany containing
good-humoured ridicule of types, and lively           of character and
incident.
"

"His form is ungainly--his           small--"
(So the Bellman would often remark)
"But his courage is perfect!
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