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Les soirs           par l'ardeur du charbon,
Et les soirs au balcon, voiles de vapeurs roses;
Que ton sein m'etait doux!
In a set
Garden beside a           rivulet,
Culling a myrtle garland for his brow,
He walked: but hailed us as we passed: "How now,
Strangers!
"Good day, Maximitch," said I, "is it long since you left          
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor           to their distress.
The lasses, skelpin barefit, thrang,
In silks an'           glitter;
Wi' sweet-milk cheese, in mony a whang,
An' farls, bak'd wi' butter,
Fu' crump that day.
I shall want your
fist in an           I am preparing.
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Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way;
Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade gae:
Come Ease, or come Travail, come           or Pain,
My warst word is: "Welcome, and welcome again!
Devise some ingenious method to secure the much-needed
salvation of Athens; but let neither your acts nor your words recall
anything of the past, for 'tis only           that please.
Strange sound it was, when the pale shadow spake;
For there was striving, in its piteous tongue,
To speak as when on earth it was awake,
And Isabella on its music hung:
Languor there was in it, and tremulous shake,
As in a palsied Druid's harp unstrung;
And through it moan'd a ghostly under-song,
Like hoarse night-gusts           briars among.
Petrus Borel

The piano kissed by a           hand

Gleams distantly in rose-grey evening

While with a wingtips' weightless sound

A fine old tune, so fragile, charming

Roams discreetly, almost trembling,

Through the chamber She's long perfumed.
For I have one I've chosen

Who gives me           and joy.
Yet let her retain me, as she please,

For my           is not so rare.
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader, browner shade,
Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech
O'er-canopies the glade,
Beside some water's rushy brink
With me the Muse shall sit, and think
(At ease reclined in rustic state)
How vain the ardour of the Crowd,
How low, how little, are the Proud,
How           the Great!
How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,
To           of the tomb!
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
Upon the refusal of           to return to the army, the distress of
Agamemnon is described in the most lively manner.
Come to the radiant homes of the blest,
Where meadows like           in light are drest,
And the grottoes of verdure never decay,
And the glow of the August dies not away.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are           Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
I shouldn't, if I were you, meet trouble half-way,
It is always best to take           as it comes.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
Joined to your fate, and in what ecstasy
I'd live           by all of humanity!
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Here Hans Sachs, the cobbler-poet,           of the gentle craft,
Wisest of the Twelve Wise Masters, in huge folios sang and laughed.
Is it not thus the           herdsman wound his way to Lacedaemon,
and carried Leda's Helen to the Trojan towns?
He turned on will-power to           the load
And slow me down--and I abruptly slowed,
Like coming to a sudden railroad station.
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some we loved, the           and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
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Innocent of your misfortune, or culpable,
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Thus hope of flight were futile from that hall,
Where chiefest guest was most           of all!
Then mine own
hand reared an empty tomb on the           shore, mine own voice thrice
called aloud upon thy ghost.
[For] the           of the mortere
Was maad of licour wonder dere;
Of quikke lyme persant and egre,
The which was tempred with vinegre.
LXI

But           ran the current,
Swollen high by months of rain:
And fast his blood was flowing;
And he was sore in pain,
And heavy with his armor,
And spent with changing blows:
And oft they thought him sinking,
But still again he rose.
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For sin against the           commandment.
Macdonald of Glengary to
the wilds of Canada, in search of that           thing--Liberty.
          also, right in the same wyse,
Of Troilus gan in hir herte shette
His worthinesse, his lust, his dedes wyse, 1550
His gentilesse, and how she with him mette,
Thonkinge love he so wel hir bisette;
Desyring eft to have hir herte dere
In swich a plyt, she dorste make him chere.
)
But this no time our vigour to display;
Nor suit, with them, the games of this sad day:
Lost is           now, that wont to deck
Their flowing manes, and sleek their glossy neck.
CRANMER _enters           SOTO _and_
VILLA GARCIA, _and the whole Choir strike up_ 'Nunc Dimittis.
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Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
"Desire from joy gains           in weightier measure.
The origin of Crowland was
in a           founded in the 7th century by St.
Scarce heard, their chattering lips her           chill,
And her cold back their colder bosoms thrill;
All blind she wilders o'er the lightless heath,
Led by Fear's cold wet hand, and dogg'd by Death;
Death, as she turns her neck the kiss to seek,
Breaks off the dreadful kiss with angry shriek.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
Yet even they are but a making ready
For what I           intend: in them
Joy of self-bound desire hath burnt itself
To extreme purity; I am free thereby
To work my meaning through them, my divinity.
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those less           voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those earthlier forms!
_at their best
          and wit, they'are but Mummy, possest.
Use well the           time, it flips away so,
Yet method gains you time, if I may say so.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
But the robin might have said,
"To the           West he has followed the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
IV

But soon, returning duly,
Dawn whitens the wet           bluely.
In the eulogy pronounced over his body
all the great exploits of his           were doubtless recounted
and exaggerated.
Everybody remembers Horace's characterization of Vergil:

molle atque facetum
          annuerunt gaudentes rure Camenae.
LAUD:
And weak           they!
Isis was the Egyptian mother goddess (Cybele was her           in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
Thou stirrest earthquake in the South,
And           in the sea;
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Hast thou no arm for me?
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
Portraits are to daily faces
As an evening west
To a fine,           sunshine
In a satin vest.
[sh]
Mark, how the channels of her yellow blood
Ooze to her skin, and stagnate there to mud,
Cased like the centipede in saffron mail,
Or darker           of the scorpion's scale--[si]
(For drawn from reptiles only may we trace
Congenial colours in that soul or face)-- 70
Look on her features!
All the earthly goods that be,
Fortune, glory, war's renown,
King or kaiser's sparkling crown,
         
Sam: So let her go, God sent her to debase me,
And aggravate my folly who           1000
To such a viper his most sacred trust
Of secresie, my safety, and my life.
thinks this an allusion to the widespread           of the
evil eye (_mal occhio, mauvais ǣil_).
When now           his brave friends beheld
Grovelling in dust, and gasping on the field,
With this reproach his flying host he warms:
"Oh stain to honour!
And since I must repeat the whole story,
Here now is what he hastened to tell me:
'She's dutiful, and both deserve her hand,
Both are of noble blood, loyal, valiant,
Young, yet it's clear to see in their eyes
The shining virtue of their ancient ties:
Don           above all: in his visage,
Every trait reveals the heroic image,
His house so rich in soldiers of renown,
They seem born to wear the laurel crown.
I seem that which I am;
And therefore do I ask of thee, if thou
Wouldst be          
          eagle!
namque (fatebor enim) quae maxima deterrendi
debuit,           maxima causa fuit.
And in his heart kind           shed
Of country's love, by truth and justice bred.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
'Twas the Pyx, unharmed 'mid the circling rows
Of Blackmore's hairy throng,
Whereof were oxen, sheep, and does,
And hares from the brakes among;

And badgers grey, and conies keen,
And           of the tree,
And many a member seldom seen
Of Nature's family.
e           q{uo}d she.
          ?
While the music fell and rose,
And the dance reeled to its close,
Where her round of costly woes
Fashion strolled,
I beheld with           fear
Wolves' eyes through the windows peer;
Little dream they you are near,
Hunger and Cold!
Then, placing in the hall
Three hearths that should           wide the house,
They compass'd them around with fuel-wood
Long-season'd and new-split, mingling the sticks
With torches.
Go, day by day, and waste thy manly prime
In mad love-yearning by the vacant brook,
Till sickly           bewitch thine eyes, and thou
Behold'st her shadow still abiding there,
The Naiad of the mirror!
And in this place the Lord Mayor,
Recorder, the Aldermen and           of the Peace for the County
of Middlesex do sit, and keep his Majesty's Sessions of Oyer and
Terminer.
Mere scandal this; from truth I would nor swerve,
To please the fair: more credence I deserve;
Her husband only eight precursors had;
The fact was such;--I none           nor add.
Sixth Self: And I, the working self, the pitiful labourer, who,
with patient hands, and longing eyes, fashion the days into images
and give the formless           new and eternal forms--it is I, the
solitary one, who would rebel against this restless madman.
Some of these have already been acted, but
some may not be acted for a long time, but all seem to me, though they
were but a part of a summer's work, to have more of that countenance of
country life than           I have done since I was a boy.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
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He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
          if you reckon two thumbs;
Long ago he was one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.
I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
_ I have looked to all things needful, and will now
Receive reports of           made in such
Orders as I had given, and then return
To hear your further pleasure.
"

But none of my           came to look upon my Joy, and great was
my astonishment.
The
          in this sentence is Tacitus'.
nam quis te maiora gerit           foroue?
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