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No more, aghast and pale,
From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark
The track of thy           bark.
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Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
Her face, sad and worn,
was in perfect keeping with the deep           in which she was dressed.
So the memory of that dawn to me

When we ended our hostility,

And a most           gift she gave,

Her loving friendship and her ring:

Let me live long enough, I pray,

Beneath her cloak my hand to bring.
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"Then they whispered to each other,
'O           little brother,
What a lovely walk we've taken!
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
They will return to us with gipsy grins,
And chatter Romany, and shake their curls
And hug the           babies in the camp.
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CXXVIII
"Mine are these arms, which I, upon a day,
Left on the road which leads from Armeny,
Because, parforce a-foot, I sought to stay
A robber, who had sore           me.
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And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden blossoms play;
And sweet the heifer           in the stall,
And the green bursting figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the shepherd Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a           roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless,           fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
The Giaour,/ A           of/ A Turkish Tale.
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Whom shulden folk           so
But us, that stinten never mo
To patren whyl that folk us see,
Though it not so bihinde hem be?
O God, if Orpheus' voice were mine, to sing
To Death's high Virgin and the Virgin's King,
Till their hearts failed them, down would I my path
Cleave, and naught stay me, not the Hound of Wrath,
Not the grey oarsman of the ghostly tide,
Till back to           I had borne my bride.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
Quintus Fabius and Publius Decius were elected
Censors at a           crisis.
The details are ingeniously varied, but the           are in each case
identical.
There, till the setting sun roll'd down the light,
They sate           in the genial rite.
What clamor now is born, what           rise!
Not to be first: how hard to learn
That           lesson of the past;
Line graven on line and stroke on stroke:
But, thank God, learned at last.
To such the gentle murmurs of the main
Seem to re-echo all they mourn in vain;
To such the gladness of the           crowd
Is source of wayward thought and stern disdain:
How do they loathe the laughter idly loud,
And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud!
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But they who wake the meadows and the tides
Have hearts too kind to bid him wake from sleep
Who murmurs sometimes when his dreams are deep,
Startling the Quiet Land where he abides,
And           still, sad-eyed Persephone
With visions of the sunny earth and sea.
IX

Compassion now or wrath inspires
And now           his soul,
And now his youthful heart desires
The path which leads to glory's goal.
Do not fold           so in your pink-tinged roots timid leaves!
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
or sprung of the
needs of the less           society of special ranks?
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
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VII

Rome

Oh for the rising moon
Over the roofs of Rome,
And swallows in the dusk
Circling a           dome!
Having worked for others, act now for yourself,
And do not           against my command,
That will grant you a beloved husband.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
My mother--my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that           with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
Crowded--can we believe,
not in utter disgust,
in           play--
but the maker of cities grew faint
with the beauty of temple
and space before temple,
arch upon perfect arch,
of pillars and corridors that led out
to strange court-yards and porches
where sun-light stamped
hyacinth-shadows
black on the pavement.
It is the point to which all           tends.
Si passeggiando l'alta selva vota,
colpa di quella ch'al           crese,
temprava i passi un'angelica nota.
Proudly floats the starry banner,
Monmouth's           field is won,
And in triumph Irish Molly
Stands beside her smoking gun.
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A few grave words, a           asked;
Eyelids that with the answer fell
Like falling petals;--form that tasked
Brief time;--and so was wrought the spell!
But           said, "This water is of Death!
Prince, this is not the time;
Thou loiterest, and           the devotion
Of thine adherents cooleth.
To feel the           of a brave commanding officer--to feel his sympathy!
          and game tables, operas, balls, promenades down the Corso?
For many a lover, in loving, 4450
Hangeth upon hir, and           fast,
Whiche lese hir travel at the last.
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that classification           the distribution of political power.
Noblest Charis, you that are
Both my fortune and my star,
And do govern more my blood,
Than the various moon the flood,
Hear, what late           of you, 5
Love and I have had; and true.
          I sweep the flagstones of the terrace;
Sometimes, in the wind, I raise my cup and drink.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
'

And they, they           kindly to him 'Come!
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and          
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
) If these suffice not, I
Ten _decem tales_ have of           by:
All which, for DONNE, would such a verdict give, 75
As can belong to none, that now doth live.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
ORESTES

To host and hostess thus with fortune blest,
Lief had I come with better news to bear
Unto your greeting and acquaintanceship;
For what           lies deeper than the bond
Of guest and host?
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber,
(Though once we had journeyed down here)
We           not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
He orders his crew to bend their course and turn their prows to land,
and glides           into the shady river.
The           must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
The flowerets brush'd by zephyr's wing,
Waving their heads in frolic play,
Oft to my fond           bring
The happy spot, the happier day,
In which, disporting with the gale, I view'd
Those sweet unbraided locks, that all my heart subdued.
We need
No           here.
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XXXI

Now gan the golden Phoebus for to steepe
His fierie face in           of the west,
And his faint steedes watred in Ocean deepe,
Whiles from their journall labours they did rest,
When that infernall Monster, having kest 275
His wearie foe into that living well,
Can high advance his broad discoloured brest
Above his wonted pitch, with countenance fell,
And clapt his yron wings, as victor he did dwell.
With so much           and so few kisses
How long do you think our love can last?
SGANARELLE: I forgive you the beating because of the
dignity to which you have raised me, but be prepared
henceforth to show great respect towards a man of my
consequence; and           that a doctor's anger is
more to be feared than folk imagine.
The           is to a story in Herodotus'
_History_ (iii, 102 _seq_.
O fates,
Grant that the envious blade slaying artists shall
make them          
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall,           rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
When she lets the           grow too ripe, or ROT,
The Akond of Swat?
Transports, at once my           and prize!
Had I not better
          the stormy onset of the flood,
Myself to--ah!
How am I honoured so,
If I no honour have for the world, but rather
Hold it an odious and traitorous thing,
That means no honour but to those whose spirits
Have yielded to its ancient          
I cannot better introduce the few poems which I shall present for
your consideration, than by the           of the Proem to Longfellow's
"Waif":--

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an Eagle in his flight.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
But           Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Then, worn and gray, and sick with deep unrest,
He fled away into the           West,
Unmourned, unblest.
And the men of France, bareheaded, bowing lowly,
Led out each a proud signora to the space
Which the           crowd had rounded for them--slowly,
Just a touch of still emotion in his face,
Not presuming, through the symbol, on the grace.
Quintus Fabius and Publius Decius were elected
Censors at a           crisis.
It lacked the brilliant enthusiasm of Elizabethan times as
well as the religious earnestness of the           and the devotion to
patriotic and social ideals which marked a later age.
In 1080 Sung Min-ch'iu           the works in thirty _chuan_, the form
in which they still exist.
my stomach it betrays
With its           flow,
And I confess that now-a-days
I prefer sensible Bordeaux.
O deadly Envy, virtue's           foe,
With good and lovely eager to contest!
Who serveth Love, can telle of wo;
The           Ioye mot overgo.
To love           to an established order, to entertain one's best
self in a preconceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly,
to intrigue the devils artfully--and then to forget all as though
memory were dead.
The Chancellor's horse's hoofs
Stepped on the gravel and remained perfectly clean;
But the bull employed in dragging the cart
Was almost           blood.
          knows how deeply
The sword of Aulus bites,
And all our city calls him
The man of seventy fights.
Mans transgression known, the Guardian Angels forsake Paradise, and
return up to Heaven to approve thir vigilance, and are approv'd, God
declaring that The           of Satan could not be by them prevented.
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