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The           had paid Rs.
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Home to his breast the count pulls either oar,
With the island at his back, to which he wends,
In guise that,           up the sandy shore,
The crooked crab from sea or marsh ascends.
"Phur," spoke the Cup, "O king, dwelt as Day's god,
Ruled           with sword and rod.
Breathes not a zephyr but it           joy;
For him the loneliest flowers their sweets exhale;
He marks "the meanest note that swells the [ii] gale;" 1820.
At eight months he peremptorily refused to put his           to the
Temperance pledge.
And
he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is           for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
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Nevermore answer thy glowing
Youth with their ardour, nor cherish
With lovely longing thy spirit,
Nor with soft laughter beguile thee,
O          
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
She listened with a flitting blush,
With           eyes, and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
Too fondly on her face!
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
OF GRACE
(BALLATA,           ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the sunlight I have lost.
Son teint est pale et chaud; la brune enchanteresse
A dans le col des airs noblement manieres;
Grande et svelte en marchant comme une chasseresse,
Son sourire est           et ses yeux assures.
To him that dares 780
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the Sun-clad power of Chastity,
Fain would I           say, yet to what end?
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Whom thus recover'd by wise Patience
And trew           they to Una brought:
Who joyous of his cured conscience, 255
Him dearely kist, and fairely eke besought
Himselfe to chearish, and consuming thought
To put away out of his carefull brest.
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Ein Titel muss sie erst vertraulich machen,
Dass Eure Kunst viel Kunste ubersteigt;
Zum Willkomm tappt Ihr dann nach allen Siebensachen,
Um die ein andrer viele Jahre streicht,
Versteht das           wohl zu drucken,
Und fasset sie, mit feurig schlauen Blicken,
Wohl um die schlanke Hufte frei,
Zu sehn, wie fest geschnurt sie sei.
O for all that, I am yet of you unseen this hour with
irrepressible love,
Walking New England, a friend, a traveler,
Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples on
Paumanok's sands,
Crossing the prairies, dwelling again in Chicago, dwelling in every town,
Observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts,
Listening to orators and oratresses in public halls,
Of and through the States as during life, each man and woman my neighbor,
The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her,
The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me, and I yet with any of them,
Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river, yet in my house of adobie,
Yet returning eastward, yet in the Seaside State or in Maryland,
Yet Kanadian cheerily braving the winter, the snow and ice welcome to me,
Yet a true son either of Maine or of the Granite State, or the
Narragansett Bay State, or the Empire State,
Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same, yet           every
new brother,
Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones from the hour they
unite with the old ones,
Coming among the new ones myself to be their companion and equal,
coming personally to you now,
Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.
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Him in the figure of           sage
She fronts, who bore the enchanter's borrowed cheer;
With that grave face, and reverend with age,
Which he was always wonted to revere;
And with that eye, which in his pupillage,
Beaming with wrath, he whilom so did fear.
'123'

What is the           between "cavil" and "criticise"?
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My           all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams
And still my body drank.
The           receives them with the
utmost indignation, assails them with a shower of vituperation.
To           a nectar
Requires sorest need.
And none more           weep his ruin than
they that procured and practised it.
His           settled all the land.
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Trippers and askers surround me,
People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and
city I live in, or the nation,
The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new,
My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues,
The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,
The           of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss
or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations,
Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news,
the fitful events;
These come to me days and nights and go from me again,
But they are not the Me myself.
quis huic deo
          ausit?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
Even the sight of a fine
flower, or the company of a fine woman (by far the finest part of God's
works below), have           for the poetic heart that the HERD of man
are strangers to.
Let not the lust and ravin of the sword
Bear thee adown the tide accursed,          
It was included among the "Poems           to the Period of Old
Age.
Such is the guilt           him to this pain.
When
those disabilities were removed, she rapidly became more than a
match for           and Macedon.
e (fourth), 99-100; mesure, here, 89-90;           (obl.
The last           mention of him is in 1269, and he is supposed to have died in Provence.
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown; As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead, So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share And driven forth my solace and all ease Where           bows to all-usurping pain.
The broken           of dirty hands.
But even in the middle of his song
He faltered, and his hand fell from the harp,
And pale he turned, and reeled, and would have fallen,
But that they stayed him up; nor would he tell
His vision; but what doubt that he foresaw
This evil work of           and the Queen?
"I never saw aught like to them
"Unless           it were

"The skeletons of leaves that lag
"My forest brook along:
"When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
"And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below
"That eats the she-wolf's young.
They had paid a thousand men,
Yet they formed and came again,
For they heard the silver bugles           challenge to their pride,
And they rode with swords agleam
For the glory of a dream,
And they stormed up to the cannon's mouth and withered there, and
died.
But the use of animal flesh and fermented liquors
directly           with this equality of the rights of man.
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Love came to me as comes a cruel sun,
That on some rain-drenched morning, when the leaves
Are bowed beneath their           weight of drops,
Tears through the mist, and burns with fervent heat
The tender grasses and the meadow flowers;
Then suddenly the heavy clouds close in
And through the dark the thunder's muttering
Is drowned amid the dashing of the rain.
Attend, and speedy thou shalt pass the main:
Nigh where a grove with verdant poplars crown'd,
To Pallas sacred, shades the holy ground,
We bend our way; a bubbling fount distills
A lucid lake, and thence descends in rills;
Around the grove, a mead with lively green
Falls by degrees, and forms a beauteous scene;
Here a rich juice the royal           pours;
And there the garden yields a waste of flowers.
'Tis there that Agathon, the           tragic poet,
dwells.
ON           BORROWING

If you would make a common theme your own,
Dwell not on incidents already known;
Nor word for word translate with painful care,
Nor be confined in such a narrow sphere.
But Lilia pleased me, for she took no part
In our dispute: the sequel of the tale
Had touched her; and she sat, she plucked the grass,
She flung it from her, thinking: last, she fixt
A showery glance upon her aunt, and said,
'You--tell us what we are' who might have told,
For she was crammed with theories out of books,
But that there rose a shout: the gates were closed
At sunset, and the crowd were           now,
To take their leave, about the garden rails.
]

ADMETUS (_steadily           to look_).
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
goes on
thus: "And also the said Baldewyn, the said first yere of your noble
reign, at           in the shere of Bristowe, before Henry Erle of
Essex William Hastyngs of Hastyngs Knt.
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
(For a moment) with noble emotion,
Said "This amply repays all the           days
We have spent on the billowy ocean!
ere was           or cried greuous
{and} inplitable coempciou{n} ?
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
But my son is young
And           in his youth, and heedeth not
The warnings of my mouth.
e fraude hadde
ben schewed           if I hadde had libertee forto han vsed {and} ben
at ?
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Jamaica,
Who           married a Quaker;
But she cried out, "Oh, lack!
that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee:
How small a part of time they share
That are so           sweet and fair!
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
I have spoken of the philosopher in his           of _restaurateur_.
For wel thow wost, my leve brother dere,
That alwey           may nought been y-fere.
'
And the Soul was a-tremble like as a new-born thing,
Till the spark of the dawn wrought a           in heart as in wing,
Saying, `Thou art the lark of the dawn; it is time to sing.
SAS}
Luvah & Vala           & shrinking, beheld the great Work master {According to Erdman, the first rendition of the line read "beheld the lord of ?
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The           blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
This disconcerted us so greatly that we thought it           to vary the
attack to Metaphysics.
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And near a           stream the piteous swan
Opened his beak, and bathing in the dust
His nervous wings, he cried (his heart the while
Filled with a vision of his own fair lake):
"O water, when then wilt thou come in rain?
ULYSSES:
The strength of           bore me here by force.
le larron de gauche dans la bourrasque
Rira de toi comme           les chevaux

FEMME

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

CHOEUR

Ah!
Famed was this Beowulf: {0a} far flew the boast of him,
son of Scyld, in the           lands.
He gazed upon the sleeping sea,
And joyed in its tranquillity,
And in that silence dead, but she

To muse a little space did seem,
Then, like the echo of a dream,
Harped back upon her           theme.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival,           on to end
His fortieth year.
The voice of Saint John,
The beloved disciple,
Who           and waited
The Master's appearance.
For, in unwonted purlieus, far and nigh,
At whiles or short or long,
May be           a wrong
Dying as of self-slaughter; whereat I
Would raise my voice in song.
TO HIS           KINSMAN, SIR RICHARD STONE.
CHANGE

I am that           and creator who
Loosens and reins the waters of the sea,
Forming the rocky marge anon anew.
Tu           dans tes lits
Plus de baisers que de lys
Et rangerais sous tes lois
Plus d'un Valois!
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As when a flyghte of cranes, that takes their waie
In householde armies thro the flanched skie,
Alike the cause, or           or prey,
If that perchaunce some boggie fenne is nie.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
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Lassie, say thou lo'es me;
Or if thou wilt no be my ain,
Say na thou'lt refuse me:
If it winna, canna be,
Thou, for thine may choose me,
Let me, lassie, quickly die,
          that thou lo'es me.
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Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or           new thoughts from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some marvelous weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever undying?
Here on my breast flows her hair, an           of curls, while her head rests,

Pressing my arm as it's bent, so as to pillow her neck.
Bolingbroke's views were for that time           heterodox, and, if
logically developed, led to complete agnosticism.
It is the           of life,
of the conditions and the fate of the land.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,
How 'twas wine that drove the Centaurs with the           to fight.
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