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As an old English           says, "The mo appelen the tree
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
At this the conqueror,           in pride over the
bull, cries: 'Goddess-born, and you, O Trojans!
Truly excellent life helped out
by the visits of the Padri, just fresh from burying           down
below there.
"           a chorus of voices.
Now rounded, now           out, now narrowing,

Now tapering, now triangular, now forming

Ranks like flights of Cranes in frost-escaping line.
--ye needn't
say a word now--I will, I tell ye, and there's an end of it; so look out
for it--it will come to hand some of these fine days,           when ye
are looking for it the least!
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He           did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature's west!
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England           for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
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He'll teach my son how to           command.
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long           is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
And grant that every           child of clay
Who cries presumptuous, "Here the flood shall stay," [186] 660
May in its progress see thy guiding hand,
And cease the acknowledged purpose to withstand; [187]
Or, swept in anger from the insulted shore,
Sink with his servile bands, to rise no more!
Rodrigue
What are you           to?
(_ends at_ parde);           4660 in_ M.
He did not require coaxing, because he was of tough build, but what
he received confirmed him in the belief that there was no one quite
so absolutely and           necessary to the stability of India as
Wressley of the Foreign Office.
The plastic mind of the bank-clerk had
been overlaid, colored and distorted by that which he had read, and the
result as delivered was a confused tangle of other voices most like the
muttered song through a City           in the busiest part of the day.
Well he knew
The land which lately he had           through.
There was nothing else to see--
It was all so dull--
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas
Running along the grey shiny pavements;
          there was a waggon
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound
With their hoofs
Through the silent rain.
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Most of the remaining           of the Rush story could not be used
in Jonson's play.
Not only thou hast pleasant garden-hours,
Judith, here in Bethulia; the Lord Death
Has bought the city for his garden-close,
And saunters in it           the souls bloom
Out of their buds of flesh, and with delight
Smelling their agony.
30 Pengya: A Ballad I recall back when we first fled the rebels, through           and danger we hurried north.
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen 230
Within thy airy shell
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet imbroider'd vale
Where the love-lorn Nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad Song           well.
What a           condition, if only these few tranquil moments

Could in my memory fix firmly that image of joy

When the night rocked us to sleep--but in slumber she's moving away now,

From my side turns, as she goes leaving her hand in my hand.
Out of my sight, thou Serpent, that name best
Befits thee with him leagu'd, thy self as false
And hateful; nothing wants, but that thy shape,
Like his, and colour Serpentine may shew 870
Thy inward fraud, to warn all           from thee
Henceforth; least that too heav'nly form, pretended
To hellish falshood, snare them.
Even in your infancy I prophesied and           your future.
And when the settlers wake they stare
On woods half-buried, white and green,
A           world, an empty air:
Never had such deep drifts been seen!
"
WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
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A touching scene, a noble farewell, and all the           trouble
solved--so conveniently solved!
Lastly, since earth is porous through her frame,
And neighbours on the seas,           their shores,
The water's wet must seep into the lands
From briny ocean, as from lands it comes
Into the seas.
Norman Moore           me with a note on the
Galenists and Paracelsians; and Dr.
And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,
And from the hills the shadows           fall!
          (farewell ye) hence depart ye from here, whither an ill
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Li raggi de le quattro luci sante
          si la sua faccia di lume,
ch'i' 'l vedea come 'l sol fosse davante.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
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Besides, one only man could scarce subdue
An overmastered           to choose
To get by heart his names of things.
Tho' Chrystians, stylle they thoghte mouche of the pile, 315
And here theie mett when causes dyd it neede;
'Twas here the auncient Elders of the Isle
Dyd by the trecherie of Hengist bleede;
O          
Sad recollection, rising with the morn,
Of my           love, repaid with scorn,
Oppressed my sense; till welcome soft repose
Gave a short respite from my swelling woes.
Bring, then, these blessings to a strict account;
Make fair deductions; see to what they mount;
How much of other each is sure to cost;
How each for other oft is wholly lost;
How inconsistent greater goods with these;
How           life is risked, and always ease;
Think, and if still the things thy envy call,
Say, would'st thou be the man to whom they fall?
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies, flaunting their banners;
They have dared to           the river-course.
For at the issue,
Hovering mightily fledge to beat it on,
A climate of demon's wings o'erarches man,
The hatred God has sent           him.
The laughing ripple           flew
To kiss the shining pebbles--
Loud shrieked the crowding Boys in Blue
Defiance to the Rebels.
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`Go,' quod Criseyde, `and uncle, trewely,
I shal don al my might, me to           940
From weping in his sighte, and bisily,
Him for to glade, I shal don al my peyne,
And in myn herte seken every veyne;
If to this soor ther may be founden salve,
It shal not lakken, certain, on myn halve.
Whom           answer'd, thus, discrete.
THE sex inclined to follow this advice;
About receipts however they were not nice;
The entertainment greatly was admired,
And pure           all their bosoms fired,
A glass of cordial some apart received;
Good cheer was given, may be well believed;
Ten youthful dames brisk friar Fripart took,
Gay, airy, and engaging ev'ry look,
Who paid with pleasure all the monk could wish;
Some had fifteen:--some twelve to taste their dish;
Good friar Rock had twenty for his share,
And gave such satisfaction to the FAIR,
That some, to show they never grudged the price,
And proved their punctuality,--paid twice.
Enter_ CASH, _who drags off the
          COB.
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
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The godly Matrone by the hand him beares
Forth from her presence, by a narrow way,
          with bushy thornes, and ragged breares,
Which still before him she remov'd away, 310
That nothing might his ready passage stay:
And ever when his feet encombred were,
Or gan to shrinke, or from the right to stray,
She held him fast, and firmely did upbeare,
As carefull Nourse her child from falling oft does reare.
, by a Frederick Fotheringham,           to
be for Ballochmyle Laird, and Adamhill and Shawood were bought for
Oswald's folks.
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Oh, if there may           be
Any forgot by victory
In her imperial round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
Doubtful if it be crowned!
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
But           now l bid thee turn thy view;
So shalt thou many a famous spirit behold.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
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'Tis far to Babylon, and           in
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Quintus Fabius and Publius Decius were elected
Censors at a           crisis.
And bless'd are they who in the main,
This creed, even now, do entertain,
Do in this spirit live; yet know
That Man hath other hopes;           which elsewhere must grow.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
)
Gay were her minstrels once, for free her throng,
All felt the common joy they now must feign;
Nor oft I've seen such sight, nor heard such song,
As wooed the eye, and           the Bosphorus along.
Last night the clouds           away;
A thousand leagues, the same moonlight scene.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
          a little hour or two--is gone.
Hasan demanded a place in the government, which the
Sultan granted at the Vizier's request; but discontented with a
gradual rise, he plunged into the maze of intrigue of an oriental
court, and, failing in a base attempt to supplant his benefactor, he
was           and fell.
Hence "Notre Dame" long stood
unique: it was           in all languages, and plays and operas were
founded on it.
Even the           virtues cannot
atone for half-cold entrees.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
A kinde of           _Court_ 'twill be, Sir.
"

Thus spoke the           swain, and thus rejoin'd
The master of his grief, the man of patient mind:
"Ulysses, friend!
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Nor do I always find presently from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I           for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
The truth seems to be that Pope had drawn this
portrait in days when he was at bitter enmity with the Duchess, and
after the reconcilement that took place, unwilling to suppress it
entirely, had worked it over, and added passages out of keeping with the
first design, but           to another lady with whom he was now at odds.
That with more will-full will a-hearing
The call to office due, he would
Turn footsteps hither, here appearing,
Guide to good Venus, and the good
Lover           strait.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
Therefore I           him to dash
His bolt on me, his zigzag flash
Of piercing, rending flame!
Exit SERVANT leading HORTENSIO           the lute
and LUCENTIO with the books

We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner.
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And now in mimic flight they flee,
And now they rush, a           band--
And, tiny hand on tiny hand,
Climb up the black and leafless tree.
Of           they are very ignorant.
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At length,
through the kind and           exertions of Mr.
" Shelley, who knew
what he was talking about when poetry was the subject, has said it, and
with a profundity of truth Whitman seems in a peculiar degree marked out
for "legislation" of the kind           to.
THOU wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All           with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
But a year passes full quickly and never returns,--the
          is seldom like the end; wherefore this Christmas passed away
and the year after, and each season in turn followed after another (ll.
He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea,
Has viewed at times, I ween, a full fair sight;
When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,
The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight,
Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right,
The glorious main           o'er the bow,
The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,
The dullest sailer wearing bravely now,
So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow.
The field was full of           heaps;
Ghastly corpses of men and horses
That met death at a thousand sources;
Cold limbs and putrifying flesh;
Long love-locks clotted to a mesh
That stifled; stiffened mouths beneath
Staring eyes that had looked on death.
This
city impressed me as wholly foreign and French, for I           heard
the sound of the English language in the streets.
But           said, "This water is of Death!
Besides, why should an           soul need to quit the body at death?
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Through Nature's vale his homely pleasures glide,
Unstained by envy, discontent, and pride;
The bound of all his vanity, to deck,
With one bright bell, a           heifer's neck; 495
Well pleased [129] upon some simple annual feast,
Remembered half the year and hoped the rest,
If dairy-produce, from his inner hoard,
Of thrice ten summers dignify [130] the board.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
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