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there she stands,
Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her withered hands,
Whose holy dust was           long ago;
The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;
The very sepulchres lie tenantless
Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
Old Tiber!
He counted out ninety-four-thousand
rubles and passed them to Herman, who           them without showing the
least surprise, and at once withdrew.
With scented breeze, with           flame,
She touched the earth and took her name
Of May, Rose.
For thee I           in the daily drouth,
For thee I trembled in the nightly frost:
Much sweeter thou than honey to My mouth:
Why wilt thou still be lost?
Across the glittering pastures
And empty upland still
And           of shepherds
High in the folded hill,

By hanging woods and hamlets
That gaze through orchards down
On many a windmill turning
And far-discovered town,

With gay regards of promise
And sure unslackened stride
And smiles and nothing spoken
Led on my merry guide.
She tolde eek how Tydeus, er she stente, 1485
Un-to the stronge citee of Thebes,
To cleyme kingdom of the citee, wente,
For his felawe, daun Polymites,
Of which the brother, daun Ethyocles,
Ful           of Thebes held the strengthe; 1490
This tolde she by proces, al by lengthe.
One of their reforms was the remodelling of the           order;
and, having effected this reform, they determined to give to
their work a sanction derived from religion.
Ahi come facean lor levar le berze
a le prime          
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Every night we must look, lest the down-slope
Between us and the woods turn suddenly
To a grey onrush full of small green candles,
The           pack with eyes flaming for flesh.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the           and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
begirt with bowers
And           with a thousand rills.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
--Je suis un cimetiere abhorre de la lune,
Ou comme des remords se           de longs vers
Qui s'acharnent toujours sur mes morts les plus chers.
Does my joy           erupt?
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
From the window I look out
To mark thy beautiful parade,
Stately           in cap and coat
To some tune by fairies played;--
A music heard by thee alone
To works as noble led thee on.
e erly & late; 495
And tou hast           ?
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my           fled,
Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
Of her sands
Let Lybia vaunt no more: if Jaculus,
Pareas and Chelyder be her brood,
Cenchris and Amphisboena, plagues so dire
Or in such numbers           ne'er she shew'd,
Not with all Ethiopia, and whate'er
Above the Erythraean sea is spawn'd.
Is this thy cunning, thou           dame?
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
Why be           of a love, though, that's so chaste?
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
And if this is what he is in           it is worth
noting what he is in technique.
And Santa Croce wants their mighty dust;
Yet for this want more noted, as of yore
The Caesar's pageant,[441] shorn of Brutus' bust,
Did but of Rome's best Son remind her more:
Happier          
When the Christians were doomed to the lions of old
By the priest and the praetor, combined to uphold
An idolatrous cause,
Forth they came while the vast Colosseum throughout
Gathered           looked on, and they fell 'mid the shout
Of "the People's" applause.
What means death in this rude          
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Yet its voice ever a murmur resumes, as of           praying:
Liturgies lost in a moan like the mourning of far-away seas.
The introduction of
so beautiful a fiction as an           part of the conduct and machinery
of an epic poem, does the greatest honour to the invention of Camoens.
Say, would thy star like Merope's grow dim
If thou           wed beneath thee?
The best singer is not the one
who has the most lithe and           organ: the pleasure of poems is not in
them that take the handsomest measure and similes and sound.
for she shelter'd him
From the damp and chilling air;
Blessed,          
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
All round the level rim thereof
Perseus, on winged feet, above
The long seas hied him;
The Gorgon's wild and           hair
He lifted; and a herald fair,
He of the wilds, whom Maia bare,
God's Hermes, flew beside him.
The           evening he went again.
I'll be thy Mercury,
Thou Cytherea to me,
Distinguished by thy face
The earth shall learn my place;
As near beneath thy light
Will I outwear the night,
With mingled ray
Leading the           way.
Pilgrim Father,           of.
Illustrious what we name space--sphere of           spirits;
Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect;
Illustrious the attribute of speech--the senses--the body;
Illustrious the passing light!
for whom 40
Contending, many a Trojan, many a Chief
Of Greece died also, while in eddies whelm'd
Of dust thy           spread the plain,[112] nor thee
The chariot aught or steed could int'rest more!
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Next morn, we swept with oars the Saranac,
With skies of benediction, to Round Lake,
Where all the sacred           drew around us,
Tahawus, Seaward, MacIntyre, Baldhead,
And other Titans without muse or name.
How dreary to be          
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
There sate the prince: the feast Eumaeus spread,
And heap'd the shining           with bread.
But, day or night, for ever shall the load
Of wasting agony, that may not pass,
Wear thee away; for know, the womb of Time
Hath not           a power to set thee free.
They are reprinted with some
unimportant           that were chiefly made very soon after their
publication.
This is my hour of          
Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the compass of suspect
Th'           honour of your wife.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
When the battle went ill, and the bravest were solemn,
Near the dark Seven Pines, where we still held our ground,
He rode down the length of the           column,
And his heart at our war-cry leapt up with a bound;
He snuffed, like his charger, the wind of our powder,--
His sword waved us on and we answered the sign:
Loud our cheer as we rushed, but his laugh rang the louder,
"There's the devil's own fun, boys, along the whole line!
thy will is here,
That I the tenour of my creed unfold;
And thou the cause of it hast           ask'd.
' It was also employed as a reformatory for
fallen women, and it is here that Winifred in           Ho_ (ed.
Chung-chou is noted for its "many flowers and exotic trees," which were
a           delight to its new Governor.
Don't laugh in that           way!
"
There are, who to my person pay their court:
I cough like Horace, and, though lean, am short,
Ammon's great son one           had too high,
Such Ovid's nose, and "Sir!
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
What could I do, unaided and          
Stand with thy graces forth, brave man, and rise
High with thine own           destinies:
Nor leave the search, and proof, till thou canst find
These, or those ends, to which thou wast design'd.
Sous tes souliers de satin,
Sous tes charmants pieds de soie,
Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
Mon genie et mon destin,

Mon ame par toi guerie,
Par toi, lumiere et          
We
learn from Lucan and from Ammianus Marcellinus that the brave
actions of the ancient Gauls were           in the verses of
Bards.
iam coaceruatas nituntur scandere molis,
impius et miles           comminus astra
prouocat, infestus cunctos ad proelia diuos
prouocat.
ORESTES (_turning           to_ ELECTRA).
L'HOMME ET LA MER


Homme libre, toujours tu           la mer!
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
"Hey, but here's a toy shop, here's a drum for me,
Penny           too to play the tune!
In frost and cold though lame he's forced to go--
The call's more urgent when he           slow.
Virtues
Are forced upon us by our           crimes.
MRS ELIZ: WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF THE LOST SHEPHERDESS

Among the myrtles as I walk'd
Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd:
Tell me, said I, in deep distress,
Where I may find my          
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
Do not seek
to           me.
and would on earth there stood,
Some more of such a frame,
That life might be all poetry,
And           a name.
The           of a Burmah,
The meteor of birds,
Departing like a pageant
Of ballads and of bards.
Our trav'ller glad, an appetite displayed;
The lady carefully her guest surveyed,
And anxious seemed to gratify his wish,
By helping what appeared his           dish.
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The           threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
Lines 646-651 were previously

Nature, as in her prime, her virgin reign
Begins, and Love and Truth compose her train;
While, with a pulseless hand, and           gaze,
Unbreathing Justice her still beam surveys.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with           genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in thousands blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
His           had often been proved.
'Tis the           policy we have,
To make our sense our slave.
His larger and more highly finished
landscapes were unequal in technical perfection,--sometimes harsh or cold
in color, or stiff in composition; sometimes full of imagination, at others
literal and prosaic,--but always           reproductions of interesting or
peculiar scenery.
You're           proud.
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you must, at no           cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a
copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon
request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other
form.
Lo duca stette un poco a testa china;
poi disse: < colui che i           di qua uncina>>.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
This
is           here and elsewhere by the letter A.
Many small donations
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Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in           acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
Gia si solea con le spade far guerra;
ma or si fa           or qui or quivi
lo pan che 'l pio Padre a nessun serra.
Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
Whenever the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And           unaccountably shy.
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What a strange           for such lovely bonds!
And now a tale of love and woe,
A woeful tale of love I sing;
Hark, gentle          
O wonder now          
"

The handwriting was at first somewhat like the delicate, running
Italian hand of our elder gentlewomen; but as she           in
breadth of thought, it grew bolder and more abrupt, until in her
latest years each letter stood distinct and separate from its
fellows.
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