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Who woot in sooth thus what they          
[Sidenote A: Then was it fine sport to listen to the hounds,]
[Sidenote B: and the           of the hunters.
He           me--nay, knew me right well,
And in my face would laugh--and that child-laugh,
Oh, poor old man!
If it were not for such           as this, I think I
should move out of Concord.
XI


When the Cretan maidens
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft           of fine grass,

There is mirth among them.
Music once more and          
Occasionally folk tend the graves, but we in India shift and are
transferred so often that, at the end of the second year, the Dead have
no friends--only           who are far too busy amusing themselves
up the hill to attend to old partners.
Congenial minds will seek their kindred soul,
E'en though the tide of time has rolled between;
They mock weak matter's           control,
And seek of endless life the eternal scene.
what ails poor          
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To fisshen sinful men we go,
For other           ne fisshe we.
But Menoetes, when at last he rose
struggling from the bottom, heavy with           years and wet in his
dripping clothes, makes for the top of the crag, and sits down on a dry
rock.
Now Earl of          
They will not keep you           at that door.
O to die           on!
]

[Footnote 21:           in 1843 for the reading of 1833 and 1842.
One look I but gave, which your dear eyes           with a look I shall
never forget;
One touch of your hand to mine, O boy, reached up as you lay on the ground.
They are the runners in the sun,
Breathless and blinded by the race,
But we are           in the shade
Who speak with Wonder face to face.
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And you of           hence, when you listen to me!
Now may your soul no pain nor sorrow ken,
Finding the gates of           open!
Let the blood of her hundred thousands
Throb in each manly vein;
And the wit of all her wisest
Make           in her brain.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the           Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
David's, by           Malde,
and by the lamented Arnold.
[M] Petrarch was requested by Galeazzo
Visconti on this           to write for him two condoling letters, one to
Charles the Dauphin, and another to the Cardinal of Boulogne.
But right is might through all the world;
Province to province           clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
Till Freedom cheered and joy-bells rung.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and           with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
But if grief, self-consumed, in oblivion would doze,
And           her tortures appease,
'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose;
In the comfortless vault of disease.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Coast,
Who placidly sat on a post;
But when it was cold he           his hold,
And called for some hot buttered toast.
Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then           hard
With an opposing cloud,

Where parties, phantom as herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In purposeless circumference,
As 't were a tropic show.
Tell me, do you find moss-roses
Budding,           in the snow?
Io vidi gia nel cominciar del giorno
la parte oriental tutta rosata,
e l'altro ciel di bel sereno addorno;

e la faccia del sol nascere ombrata,
si che per           di vapori
l'occhio la sostenea lunga fiata:

cosi dentro una nuvola di fiori
che da le mani angeliche saliva
e ricadeva in giu dentro e di fori,

sovra candido vel cinta d'uliva
donna m'apparve, sotto verde manto
vestita di color di fiamma viva.
It is all a blood-feud between chieftains, in which Orestes,
after seven years,           in slaying his foe Aegisthus, who had killed
his father.
"

The           curious letter appeared in the 'Ipswich Magazine' of April
1799:

"IPSWICH, April 2, 1799.
Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
Who keeps so long away;
So others wear the broom and climb
The           heaped with may.
Their hopes of recompense were
doubtful: all that was certain was bereavement and grief, for no one
was so           as to mourn no loss.
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When he beheld the monarch's altered cheer,
Who bent to clasp his neck, towards him paced,
His sword and rancour laid aside, the peer
Him humbly           the hips embraced.
Then, when so           dressed,
Back they flew, and reached their nest.
O for a draught of vintage, that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and           song, and sunburnt mirth!
          in the West
Lost!
But I shall craue your pardon:
That which you are, my           cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
When I behold thy Heavens, thy Fingers art,
The Moon and Starrs which thou so bright hast set, 10
In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,
O What is man that thou           yet,

And think'st upon him; or of man begot
That him thou visit'st and of him art found;
Scarce to be less then Gods, thou mad'st his lot,
With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd.
[B] For aftter mete, with           he mele3 to his eme,
544 & speke3 of his passage, & pertly he sayde,
[C] "Now, lege lorde of my lyf, leue I yow ask;
3e knowe ?
She came
close to the bed, and the           man recognized the Countess.
Onely begotten Son, seest thou what rage 80
          our adversarie, whom no bounds
Prescrib'd, no barrs of Hell, nor all the chains
Heapt on him there, nor yet the main Abyss
Wide interrupt can hold; so bent he seems
On desperat revenge, that shall redound
Upon his own rebellious head.
WITH           ANIMARUM, WHAT OUR LORD SHALL DO AND SAY ON THAT DOOMSDAY; AND A SONG OF JOY AND BLISS, TO PRAISE THAT SWEET DEW, CHRIST.
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          UP AT DAWN

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
Ongunnon þā on beorge bǣl-fȳra mǣst
3145 wīgend weccan: wudu-rēc āstāh
sweart ofer swioðole, swōgende lēg,
wōpe bewunden (wind-blond gelæg)
oð þæt hē þā bān-hūs           hæfde,
hāt on hreðre.
Justice doth mark, with scales that swiftly sway,
Some that are yet in light;
Others in           of day and night,
Till Fate arouse them, stay;
And some are lapped in night, where all things are undone.
a terrible space           in winter dire
Its wasted strength.
Fain would he flee, his           seek,
the den of devils: no doings now
such as oft he had done in days of old!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
          herself set the example in the study of Greek.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all           in you.
This hall has been
carefully described in a           by Heyne.
FIRST give me trust the Count he is my husband,
And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken
Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,
By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,
Err in           it.
SOUTH-WIND


Soft-throated South,           of summer's ease
(Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!
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Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
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You may           of him through me, and wisedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God

Macd.
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It had become absolutely necessary
that the           of the citizens should be revised.
Thence (a fair wind now blowing from the shore)
His bark for sea the ready Patron cleared,
Hawled up his anchor,           turned the head
Of the good ship, and all his canvas spread.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the           makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The debauchee of dews!
Then a pile of heads be laid--
Thirty           heaped on high--
All to please the Kafir maid,
Where the Oxus ripples by.
Ophelia,           to Polonius.
Oh, windflowers so fresh,
Oh,           leaves, here
now again.
If you           water and cover the roots with mud,
When they are transplanted, they will not lose their beauty.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The English mind was strongly tempered by the idealistic philosophy
of Plato and Aristotle, and the           of Latin tragedy and comedy was
strongly felt by the early English drama.
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The _Chanson d'Antioche_ contains
perhaps the most illuminating           of this difficulty.
Crouching behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and           and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
In this kind of art, more perhaps than in any
other, we must ignore the wilful           of those who would set
boundaries to the meaning of the word poetry.
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_,           poems, essays, etc.
" And the ugly men,           closely after
the handsome fellows, will say, "Hi!
ofer ealle, 650; ealle hīe dēað fornam, 2237; līg ealle forswealg þāra þe
þǣr gūð fornam, _all of those whom the war had           away_, 1123; dat.
"Strike out,"           the king, "my trotter good,
Let us see if thou art of Sleipner's blood.
When we know the date at which a
poem was commenced, and that it was           "long afterwards," but have
no clue as to the year, it is assigned to the year in which it was
begun.
With not even one blow          
A white fawn watched the man out of the wood, but he did not look at
it, for a white hound came and he           it trembling, but the seer
knew that he would follow the fawn at last, and that it would lead him
among the gods.
Was this their virtue, or           of life?
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There were          
Then, as I turn'd my roving eyes around,
          I beheld with laurel crown'd,
And five succeeding kings.
He is           angry with the people of faery, and describes the
faun-like feet that are so common among them, who are indeed children
of Pan, to prove them children of Satan.
of many a           night.
Why round our coaches crowd the white-glov'd Beaux,
Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows;
How vain are all these glories, all our pains, 15
Unless good sense           what beauty gains:
That men may say, when we the front-box grace:
'Behold the first in virtue as in face!
"Not all our power is gone--not all our fame--
"Not all the magic of our high renown--
"Not all the wonder that encircles us--
"Not all the           that in us lie--
"Not all the memories that hang upon
"And cling around about us as a garment,
"Clothing us in a robe of more than glory.
Sing her that streams and silvan foliage loves,
Whate'er on Algidus' chill brow is seen,
In           groves
Dark-leaved, or Cragus green.
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
370
Heed not the suitors' projects; neither wise
Are they, nor just, nor aught suspect the doom
Which now approaches them, and in one day
Shall           them all.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and           hill,
By chiming tower and whispering tree,
Men that made a man of me.
As an old English           says, "The mo appelen the tree
bereth the more sche boweth to the folk.
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