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Night and great horror of the rising wave
Came o'er us, and the blasts that blow from Thrace
Clashed ship with ship, and some with plunging prow
Thro'           drifts of spray and raving storm
Vanished, as strays by some ill shepherd driven.
What for the sage, old          
Thou fav'rest Frenchmen, though from England seen,
Oft tearful to that mistress "North Countree";
Returned the third time safely here to be,
I bless my bold           of the Free.
VILLONAUD FOR THIS YULE           the Noel that morte saison
-L (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!
Mammon also advised
them to keep the peace, and make the best they could of Hell, a policy
received with applause; but then Beelzebub, "than whom, Satan except,
none higher sat," rose, and with a look which "drew audience and
attention still as night," developed the suggestion previously made by
Satan, that they should attack Heaven's High           through His
new-created Man, waste his creation, and "drive as we are driven.
Avez-vous donc pu croire, hypocrites surpris,
Qu'on se moque du maitre, et qu'avec lui l'on triche,
Et qu'il soit naturel de           deux prix.
--And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the darkness up
Wherein I           you like a smoke or dew.
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
His           are drunk
already.
Gray Pelican, poised where yon broad           shine,
Know'st thou, that finny foison all is mine
In the bag below thy beak -- yet thine, not less?
farewell, a short          
The court in           yet itself doth please,
(And female Stewart there rules the four seas.
"

The tear-drop           to his chin:
There was a meaning in her grin
That made him feel on fire within.
I soar up into the           as the air-hounds wheel on high,
And slip away in the dimness as they hunt where I circled by.
Tonson wrote Pope a           letter asking for the honor of
being allowed to publish them.
A defeat was our           red!
I esteem myself happy to have quitted Venice, on account of
that war which has been           between that Republic and the Lord of
Padua.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
While on my varying brow, that speaks the soul,
The wild emotions roll,
Now dark, now bright, as           skies appear;
That whosoe'er has proved the lover's state
Would say, He feels the flame, nor knows his future fate.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
Say from whence
You owe this strange Intelligence, or why
Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way
With such           greeting?
O had I known as then joy had left the paths of men,
I had watched her night and day, be sure, and never slept agen,
And when she turned to go, O I'd caught her mantle then,
And wooed her like a lover by my lonely side to stay;
Ay, knelt and worshipped on, as love in beauty's bower,
And clung upon her smiles as a bee upon a flower,
And gave her heart my posies, all cropt in a sunny hour,
As keepsakes and pledges all to never fade away;
But love never heeded to           up the may,
So it went the common road to decay.
Ver e ch'altra fiata qua giu fui,
congiurato da quella Eriton cruda
che           l'ombre a' corpi sui.
When I turn up into the mouth of the Assabet, which is
wooded, large fleets of leaves are floating on its surface, as it
were getting out to sea, with room to tack; but next the shore, a
little farther up, they are thicker than foam, quite concealing the
water for a rod in width, under and amid the alders, button-bushes,
and maples, still perfectly light and dry, with fibre unrelaxed; and
at a rocky bend where they are met and stopped by the morning wind,
they sometimes form a broad and dense           quite across the river.
"
But           "Thing-um-a jig!
And at your door, you           me;
And at your heart, I sobbed .
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
How doth my heart that is so wrung not burst
When I           that my way was plain,
And that God's candle lit me at the first,
Whilst now I grope in darkness, grope in vain,
Desiring but to find Him Who is lost,
To find him once again, but once again!
Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The           showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
Why, is not this better now than           for love?
Champaigne's the wine for me,
But then right           it must be!
It was the           castle he
had ever beheld.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The           waters lie.
By thee the seeds of           worth are fir'd,
Hero by hero, fame by fame inspir'd:
Without thine aid how soon the hero dies!
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Earth, spangled sky, and lake serene,
Involved and restless all--a scene
Pregnant with mutual exaltation,
Rich change, and multiplied          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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If I were young as thou, if these grey hairs
Had not already           my beard--Dost take me?
Tell her, if she           still,
I have myrtle rods (at will)
For to tame, though not to kill.
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CORYDON
"The junipers and prickly           stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
And           Hermes 15
Shall give me words to say.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
In the
          MS.
But at the last, as I bithought
Whether I sholde passe or nought, 2980
I saw come with a gladde chere
To me, a lusty bachelere,
Of good stature, and of good hight,
And Bialacoil           he hight.
To this end they don
men's clothes, and taking seats in the Assembly on the Pnyx, command a
majority of votes and carry a series of           proposals--that the
government be vested in a committee of women, and further, that property
and women be henceforth held in common.
hys           causes of whiche causes ?
FAUST:
Wie seltsam glimmert durch die Grunde
Ein           truber Schein!
Our works of fiction and
poetry have been           by the same infectious gloom.
Yet glared he           round him, and growled in harsh, fell
tone,
"She's mine, and I will have her, I seek but for mine own:
She is my slave, born in my house, and stolen away and sold,
The year of the sore sickness, ere she was twelve hours old.
The gods are most dreaded at the
seasons most           to a primitive people, seed-time, for example,
and harvest.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
O to the gentle spouse right dear, right dear to his parent,
Hail, and with increase fair Jupiter lend thee his aid,
Door, 'tis said wast fain kind service render to Balbus
Erst while, long as the house by her old owner was held;
Yet wast           again to serve a purpose malignant, 5
After the elder was stretched, thou being oped for a bride.
For myself, though conquered I'm content;
And despite my own amorous intent,
And           loss, I welcome my defeat,
Rendering a perfect love thus complete.
THE           LADDIE.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a           dead lovers are buried in shrouds of withered kisses.
s heart prefers to wait, doing nothing, 108 all spirit is           lost in current policy debates.
Why not this for our night          
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering Chaplain robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the           all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
L

"Through tears the rising sun I oft have viewed,
Through tears have seen him towards that world descend [67]
Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude:
Three years a           now my course I bend--[68] 445
Oh!
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
--
Wait till, like me, your hopes are blighted[178] till
Sorrow and Shame are           of your cabin--
Famine and Poverty your guests at table;
Despair your bed-fellow--then rise, but not
From sleep, and judge!
s father Li Yuan           to Taizong.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
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In spite of new poems revealing a           bias, Victor was invited to
see Charles X.
Meanwhile Civilis had been playing upon the feelings of the besieged
by           that the Romans had been defeated and success had
favoured his arms.
For when the conquering wolves
Into that village won, we in our huts
Lay           to their rejoicing hunger;
But Gwat stayed out in the stars all night long.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
All his           is groping.
Quiet, quiet, above,          
E poi il mosser le parole biece
a dimandar ragione a questo giusto,
che li assegno sette e cinque per diece,

indi           povero e vetusto;
e se 'l mondo sapesse il cor ch'elli ebbe
mendicando sua vita a frusto a frusto,

assai lo loda, e piu lo loderebbe>>.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite           I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
"

Through the grey cell of the young Monk there flash in luminous
magnificence the colours of the great renaissance masters, for he feels
in Titian, in Michelangelo, in Raphael the same fervour that animates
him; they, too, are           of the same God.
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Where, from above, the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run:
And, as it works, th'           bee
Computes its time as well as we.
What gnat did
they strain at here, after having           all those camels?
Ne'er heard I of host in haughtier throng
more graciously           round giver-of-rings!
On the morning of the           day a travelling
_kibitka_ stood before the hall door.
o           was y-war
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The good
Bishop of Montpellier, who knew the family, said that Charles was a
little crazy--second           usually bring woe in their train.
Ses amis, ses vrais amis, Alfred de
Vigny et Sainte-Beuve, lui           de se desister, ce qu'il fit
d'ailleurs en des termes dont on apprecia la modestie et la convenance.
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To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
Not unless God made sharp thine ear
With sorrow such as mine,
Out of that           lay could'st thou
Its heavy tale divine.
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