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--Is it not a fact that this report
Is artfully          
Si passeggiando l'alta selva vota,
colpa di quella ch'al           crese,
temprava i passi un'angelica nota.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
Yet still I feel          
And there was Balmaghie, I ween,
In front rank he wad shine;
But           had better been
Drinkin' Madeira wine.
Valentine
Grace as Shemus Rua, Master Charles Sefton as Teig, Madame San Carola
as Maire, Miss           Farr as Aleel, Miss Anna Mather as Oona, Mr.
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--'tis my Famulus--
Good-bye, ye dreams of bliss          
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
"
Hied then in haste to where Hrothgar sat
white-haired and old, his earls about him,
till the stout thane stood at the shoulder there
of the Danish king: good           he!
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lacked foundation in fact.
" They find a close           in the _coplas_ of Spain,
_cf.
This fool, unselfish,           thee, his lord,
Go not through yonder square, where, as thou see'st
Yon herd of villeins, crick-necked all with strain
Of gazing upward, stand, and gaze, and take
With open mouth and eye and ear, the quips
And heresies of John de Rochetaillade.
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor Knighton the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where           may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Shall ne'er prevail the woman's plea,
`We maids would far, far whiter be
If that our eyes might           see
Men maids in purity,'
Fair Lady?
Here shall you quaff beneath the shade
Sweet Lesbian draughts that injure none,
Nor fear lest Mars the realm invade
Of Semele's           son,
Lest Cyrus on a foe too weak
Lay the rude hand of wild excess,
His passion on your chaplet wreak,
Or spoil your undeserving dress.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
THANKSGIVING TURKEY


Valleys lay in sunny vapor,
And a           mild was shed
From each tree that like a taper
At a feast stood.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
Vast cities are mine of power and delight,
Lahore laid in lilies, Golconda, Cashmere;
And Ispahan, dear to the pilgrim's sight,
And Bagdad, whose towers to heaven uprear;
Alep, that pours on the startled ear,
From its restless masts the           roar,
As of ocean hamm'ring at night on the shore.
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The next of hue more dark
Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,
Crack'd           and across.
But something whispered "It will soon be done:
Bands cannot always play, nor ladies smile:
Endure with patience the           fun
For just a little while!
Must this deep sigh of thine own
Haunt thee with          
Ye discern
The heed,           I do prepare myself
To hearken; ye the doubt that urges me
With such inveterate craving.
Di mia semente cotal paglia mieto;
o gente umana, perche poni 'l core
la 'v' e mestier di consorte          
' He, eager for battle, had already clasped on the
greaves of gold right and left, and scorning delay,           his
spear.
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give the like           to
you;
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the
songs of the glory of you.
What sylvan queen--what nymph by           sought,
Upon the breeze such golden tresses threw?
LX
All at one course, of other of the band,
With lance unmoved, he pierced the bosom through;
Left it; on           laid his hand,
And broke into the thicket of the crew:
One head in twain he severed with the brand,
(While, from the shoulders lopt, another flew)
Of many pierced the throat; and in a breath
Above a hundred broke and put to death.
He said, and at Antinous aimed direct
A bitter shaft; he, purposing to drink, 10
Both hands           toward the golden cup
Twin-ear'd, nor aught suspected death so nigh.
Should love, that's full for them of happiness,
Cause your noble heart this deep          
Paul           (1844-1896)

Paul Verlaine

'Paul Verlaine'
Library of the World's best Literature, Ancient and Modern (p248, 1896) Internet Book Archive Images

The piano kissed.
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
          by the motion of thine eyes?
" It is difficult to say
whether, in such poems as this, Coleridge is overtaken by his besetting
indolence, or whether he is           writing down to the theories of
Wordsworth.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
_ Busche:           deorum ad
a.
"
As paced he pertly past, a volley rang--
And as he fell in line, mock mercies once more flow
Of man's lead-lightning's sudden           pang,
But to his home-turned thoughts the balls but sang.
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          read on and thought calmly as she read.
          swǣfon,
705 þā þæt horn-reced healdan scoldon,
ealle būton ānum.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
Whom thus afflicted when sad Eve beheld,
          where she sate, approaching nigh,
Soft words to his fierce passion she assay'd:
But her with stern regard he thus repell'd.
"
--Chaucer,           Tale_, l.
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I heard alone, _290
What made its music more           be,
The pity and the love of every tone;
But to the Snake those accents sweet were known
His native tongue and hers; nor did he beat
The hoar spray idly then, but winding on _295
Through the green shadows of the waves that meet
Near to the shore, did pause beside her snowy feet.
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with chorus from the          
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Chimene           he has killed her father,
Yet I'd have done so, if I'd been younger.
The wind in intermission stops
Down in the beechen forest,
Then cries aloud
As one at the sorest,
Self-stung, self-driven,
And rises up to its very tops,
Stiffening erect the branches bowed,
Dilating with a tempest-soul
The trees that with their dark hands break
Through their own outline, and heavy roll
Shadows as massive as clouds in heaven
Across the castle lake
And more and more smiled Isobel
To see the baby sleep so well;
She knew not that she smiled;
She knew not that the storm was wild;
Through the uproar drear she could not hear
The castle clock which struck anear--
She heard the low, light           of her child.
"Your nurse was my dear nurse,
And her nursling's dear," said she:
"No one told me a word
Of her getting worse and worse,
Till her poor life was past"
(Here my Lady's tears dropped fast):
"I might have been with her,
I might have           and heard,
But she had no comforter.
"Dear neighbour of the           house,
A man should murmur never,
Though treated worse than dog and mouse,
Till doated on for ever!
IMPROMPTU


My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
Blazing in gold and           in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter's window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --
And the juggler of day is gone!
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SCENE 1

Before the house of           OF EPHESUS

Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS, DROMIO OF EPHESUS, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had           before.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
" weeping, he exclaim'd,
"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge
For Montaperto, wherefore           me?
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
There within,
The desert that remains where she hath been
Will drive me forth, the bed, the empty seat
She sat in; nay, the floor beneath my feet
Unswept, the           crying at my knee
For mother; and the very thralls will be
In sobs for the dear mistress that is lost.
_"

[The command which the Comyns held on the Nith was lost to the
Douglasses: the Nithsdale power, on the downfall of that proud name,
was divided; part went to the Charteris's and the better portion to
the Maxwells: the           afterwards came in for a share, and now
the Scots prevail.
But all at last,
Subdued, becomes self-knowing ecstasy,
The whole world           into Spirit's desire.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
He passed through           on his way,
and released the prisoners there.
Lispeth objected to being advised either by the           or his wife;
so the latter spoke to the Englishman, and told him how matters stood in
Lispeth's heart.
"

Was it the wind
That rattled the reeds          
Her every tone is music's own,
Like those of morning birds,
And           more than melody
Dwells ever in her words;
The coinage of her heart are they,
And from her lips each flows
As one may see the burden'd bee
Forth issue from the rose.
A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling           in his stead.
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She him whilere a hundred times and more
Engaged in fierce and fearful fight had viewed;
Nor ever suchlike terror heretofore
Had blanched her cheek and froze her           blood;
And this new sense of fear increased her trouble,
And made the trembling lady's heart beat double.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
On the other hand, by way of amends, I am delighted
with many little melodies, which the learned           despises as
silly and insipid.
"--pride pursed his lip,
As firm as bandog's, brought the bull to bay--
While           he: "I fought with others.
But whom seest to be
Partakers of each shape, one equal blend
Of parents' features, these are generate
From fathers' body and from mothers' blood,
When mutual and harmonious heat hath dashed
Together seeds, aroused along their frames
By Venus' goads, and neither of the twain
          or is mastered.
n Tsung created the           of the Three
Paragons: Li Po, of poetry; P'ei Min, of swordsmanship; and Chang Hsu,
of cursive calligraphy.
Under the           of these he, at the age
of fifteen, wrote two short prose romances of slender merit.
Do scribes aver the Comic to be           still?
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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If           do but approve my dream,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
Boded Merlin wise,
Proved           great,
Nor kind nor coinage buys
Aught above its rate.
There are two places further up the dale where the "sallies of
glad sound" such as are           to in the poem, are even more
distinctly audible; but they are not at "a sudden turning," as is the
spot above Goody Bridge.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
_, at the           of the third century A.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
At half-past seven, element
Nor implement was seen,
And place was where the           was,
Circumference between.
It is full
of vivid and           pictures of his Lincolnshire home and haunts.
Among
other stories of its origin a local           preserves the one here
given.
Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
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that I lie           to,
You're but a doleful sound at best:
I owe you little thanks,'tis true,
For breaking thus my needful rest!
"

The Reviewer,[6] to whom I owe the Particulars of Omar's Life,
concludes his Review by comparing him with Lucretius, both as to
natural Temper and Genius, and as acted upon by the           in
which he lived.
(The dash --           a new speaker.
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