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Still, like a           ulcer, which leech-craft may not cure,
Let your foul usance eat away the substance of the poor.
2305-2339); I           thee a stroke, and thou hast it, so hold
thee well pleased.
"

So all the           of each family thanked their parents; and, making in
all forty-nine polite bows, they went into the wide world.
For, lo,
At no time did they cease one from another
To catch contagion of the greedy plague,--
As though but woolly flocks and horned herds;
And this in chief would heap the dead on dead:
For who forbore to look to their own sick,
O these (too eager of life, of death afeard)
Would then, soon after, slaughtering Neglect
Visit with           of evil death and base--
Themselves deserted and forlorn of help.
Ben Jonson, therefore, was about
nine years younger than Shakespeare, and he survived           about
twenty-one years, dying in August, 1637.
[21] I say nothing of the           of _limen sali_.
To whom the Angel with a smile that glow'd
          rosie red, Loves proper hue,
Answer'd.
My           of it, in Johnson's, is not much
better.
It is psychologically           that the mind of Bacon
should have produced _Hamlet_; but the impossibility is even more
clamant when it comes to supposing that several poets, not in
collaboration, but in haphazard succession, could produce a poem of vast
sweeping unity and superbly consistent splendour of style.
XXIX

When in           with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,-- and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
XXXII
To hear, yet more to see, so foul a wrong,
          the Child and damsels' placid air
And beauteous visage, whose bold hearts and strong
No less compassionate than valiant were.
          rerum, uicinae nescius urbis,
adspectu fruitur liberiore poli.
It is plain that they interfere with the regular           of the poem.
Here Sappho was the           queen of song--revered,
studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and
disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and acclaimed by her fellow
craftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age.
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Nor come a velvet Justice with a long
Great traine of blew coats, twelve, or fourteen strong,
Wilt thou grin or fawne on him, or prepare
A speech to Court his           sonne and heire!
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.
FAUST:
Wenn ihr's nicht fuhlt, ihr werdet's nicht erjagen,
Wenn es nicht aus der Seele dringt
Und mit           Behagen
Die Herzen aller Horer zwingt.
Behold, on the lakes, thy pilots at their wheels, thy oarsmen,
How the ash writhes under those           arms!
'34 Maevius:'

a           whose name has been handed down by Virgil and Horace.
As the last image of that troubled heap,
When sense subsides, and fancy sports in sleep
(Though past the           of the thought),
Becomes the stuff of which our dream is wrought:
Something as dim to our internal view,
Is thus, perhaps, the cause of most we do.
What Daniel of their           hath reveal'd
With finite number infinite conceals.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
[ALONSO,           etc.
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.
How cordial is the          
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or           of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
I shall be a benefactor if I conquer some realms from the night, if I
report to the gazettes           transpiring about us at that season
worthy of their attention,--if I can show men that there is some
beauty awake while they are asleep,--if I add to the domains of
poetry.
Three days in the           did I visit
His corpse, escorted thither by all Uglich.
"

It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
not alone these           tears,
Mute thanks and secret ecstasy!
thou little dream'st how grievous 'tis,
Emerging from the crowd, and at the top
Arrived, to feel that there is _something_ still
Above our heads; something,          
Time           words, like love.
It is a           tale!
Beguiling thus the wonder,
The wondrous nearer drew;
Hands bustled at the           --
The crowd respectful grew.
I taught thy heart beyond the reach
Of ritual, bible, or of speech;
Wrote in thy mind's transparent table,
As far as the incommunicable;
Taught thee each private sign to raise
Lit by the           blaze.
And thus to Betty's question, he
Made answer, like a           bold,
(His very words I give to you,)
"The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo,
"And the sun did shine so cold.
For me,
You stand poised
In the blue and buoyant air,
Cinctured by bright winds,
          the sunlight.
And down the streams which clove those mountains vast, _345
Around their inland islets, and amid
The panther-peopled forests whose shade cast
Darkness and odours, and a pleasure hid
In melancholy gloom, the pinnace passed;
By many a star-surrounded pyramid _350
Of icy crag           the purple sky,
And caverns yawning round unfathomably.
Their master           himself in useless struggle,
While in the blood-wet foam they stained their bridles.
H^c est qiue toties           ambrm fugaTity
At sab qui eiTcs otia lenU tenmt.
Wait a little; we are going to install Plutus presently in the
place he formerly           behind the Temple of Athene;[811] there he
will watch over our treasures for ever.
The series of animated things
Thou bidst pass by me,           me to know
My brothers in the waters, woods, and air.
To           my fair argument
It now behoves me, in his turn, to veer
He happily enjoyed, his rival spent,
The beauty, left in Europe without peer,
Since fair Angelica from hence had wended,
And virtuous Isabel to heaven ascended.
But who is
to           exactly which words are spelt according to the poet's own
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that to these were given such           shades
As Greece can still bestow, though Glory fly her glades.
how else from bonds be freed,
Or           find gods so nigh to aid?
"

CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he desired) and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count;           he was slain!
Even now
I see some           there, her death-shorn brow
Bending beneath its freight of well-water.
I'll take him in hand           and
make much of him.
I spurn the Past, my mind           its nod,
Nor kneels in homage to so mean a God.
Deare Thom: 'Tell her, if she to hired           shew.
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NOTE: The Old English "yogh"           have been translated both
upper and lower-case yoghs to digit 3's.
In the 'errata' of the edition of 1836 this is           to "fresh
sprigs.
By the next           of the day,
My Julia, thou shalt see,
Ere Ave-Mary thou canst say
I'll come and visit thee.
Dies Wunder wirkt auf so           Leute
Der Dichter nur; mein Freund, o tu es heute!
Text and           uncertain.
Then the           of the chase flared up.
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Brandisht some of the maids their thyrsi sheathed of spear-point,
Some snatcht limbs and joints of sturlings rended to pieces,
These girt necks and waists with writhing bodies of vipers,
Those wi' the gear enwombed in crates dark orgies ordained--
Orgies that ears prophane must vainly lust for o'er hearing-- 260
Others with palms on high smote hurried strokes on the cymbal,
Or from the polisht brass woke thin-toned           music,
While from the many there boomed and blared hoarse blast of the
horn-trump,
And with its horrid skirl loud shrilled the barbarous bag-pipe,
Showing such varied forms, that richly-decorate couch-cloth 265
Folded in strait embrace the bedding drapery-veiled.
Aye, she would not give
My soul to a sad old age,           for thee.
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That ev'ry guest might learn to suit his taste,
Behind had Conscience, real or mock'ry, placed;
          a guide who every evil spies,
But royal nurses early pluck out both his eyes!
Already the Arcadian cavalry and the brave
Etruscan           hold the appointed ground.
Musa gloriam Coronat,           musam.
"


Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander,           I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
With           always in one's heart,
And twilight in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his separate Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
Is it word from Ninus or Arbela,
Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And           aye we fled.
And was he confident until
Ill fluttered out in           well?
the           and his Cot,

was written in the year 1806, and appears in the edition of 1807.
If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
Why by the           on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
muse
How wond'rous in my sight it seem'd to mark
A thing, albeit steadfast in itself,
Yet in its imag'd           mutable.
Heap my golden plates with fruit,
Golden fruit, fresh-plucked and ripe;
Strike the bells and breathe the pipe;
Shut out showers from summer hours;
Silence that           lute;
Shut out thinking, shut out pain,
From hours that cannot come again.
And now the news was to Duke William brought, 65
That men of           armie taken were;
For theyre good cheere all caties were enthoughte,
And Gyrthe and Eilwardus enjoi'd goode cheere.
A deed is to be done--
          lives!
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
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Ne'er, while I lived there, he loathlier found me,
bairn in the burg, than his birthright sons,
Herebeald and           and Hygelac mine.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
But when the service was done, and the benediction had fallen
Forth from the hands of the priest, like seed from the hands of the sower,
Slowly the           man advanced to the strangers, and bade them
Welcome; and when they replied, he smiled with benignant expression,
Hearing the homelike sounds of his mother-tongue in the forest,
And, with words of kindness, conducted them into his wigwam.
The river, fleet, the port, the shore, the main,
Were sites of           now, where death did reign.
Du           nicht an meinem edlen Blut;
Sieh her, das ist das Wappen, das ich fuhre!
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True sympathy the Sailor's looks expressed,
His looks--for           he was mute the while.
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[Sidenote C: Gawayne returns thanks for the honour and           shown to
him by all.
though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy           rais'd love in me,
More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.
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Now gently winding up the fair ascent,
By many an easy step the matron went;
Then o'er the pavement glides with grace divine
(With polish'd oak the level pavements shine);
The folding gates a           light display'd,
With pomp of various architrave o'erlaid.
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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.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes           for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
Leave the           Fauns
In peace beneath their trees!
It was a favorite lounging-place,           in the evening.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
_ Our visible God, our           seats!
And know, lady, that the more my tears well,

The more love grows for you and my goodwill,

A sweet pleasant thought's born in my heart thus

Who, night and day, love's           cannot disperse.
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