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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
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On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland

Collecting The Antiquities Of That Kingdom


Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae           to Johnie Groat's;--
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it:

If in your bounds ye chance to light
Upon a fine, fat fodgel wight,
O' stature short, but genius bright,
That's he, mark weel;
And wow!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Thou art my love,
And thou art a strorm
That breaks black in the sky,
And, sweeping headlong,
Drenches and cowers each tree,
And at the panting end
There is no sound
Save the           cry of a single owl--
Woe is me!
My          
e book of his phisik          
A           through the ages thus
Shield all thy roofs and towers!
Ho for the women, their beauty and my          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
But tho bigan his herte a lyte unswelle
Thorugh teres which that gonnen up to welle; 215
And           he cryde up-on Criseyde,
And to him-self right thus he spak, and seyde: --

`Wher is myn owene lady lief and dere,
Wher is hir whyte brest, wher is it, where?
"

The air lay           between the hills, as in a seething caldron, with
no leaf stirring, and instead of the fresh odor of grass and clover,
with which we had before been regaled, the dry scent of every herb
seemed merely medicinal.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally           to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
_ You see a           hard for eyes to behold.
          thir drudge, to be thir fool or jester,
And in my midst of sorrow and heart-grief
To shew them feats, and play before thir god, 1340
The worst of all indignities, yet on me
Joyn'd with extream contempt?
Gives too late
What's not           in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion.
And with a double weight of sour allay'd:
I also know their customs, sighs, and songs;
Their sudden muteness, and their stammering tongues:
How short their joy, how long their pain doth last,
How wormwood           all their honey's taste.
"
If, after this, you took the           lad,
Could you complain, my friend, he proved so bad?
XIII
The           damsel turns her palfrey round,
And shakes the floating bridle in the wind;
Nor in her panic seeks to choose her ground,
Nor open grove prefers to thicket blind.
But sleep came not,
And pity, with sad eyes,
Crept to my side, and told me
That the life of all creatures is brave and pityful
Whether they be men, with dark           to vex them,
Or birds, wheeling in the swift joys of flight,
Or brittle ephemerids, spinning to death in the haze
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters;
Nor would she be denied.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
We           the feast of Ides,
Which April's month, to Venus dear,
In twain divides.
Descend, ye chilly,           snows!
CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see           of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
For they have heard a singing from the Ganges,
And cries of orioles,--from the temple caves,--
And Bengal's oldest,           villages.
So seem'd it, but to them alone
The wisdom of the gods is known;
Lest freedom's price decline, from far
Zeus hurl'd the           of war.
In addition to the City Train Bands,
the Fraternity of Artillery, now called The           Artillery
Company, formed a separate organization.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
"

[Sidenote A: Sir Gawayne, in answer to           put to him,]
[Sidenote B: tells the prince that he is of Arthur's court.
Throned on her angel brow, when Love displays
His radiant form among all other fair,
Far as eclipsed their           charms appear,
I feel beyond its wont my passion blaze.
Through his broad shoulders the           spear runs
piercing him through, and doubles him up with pain.
Myself would hold it shame
To abase this           of a royal name.
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
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NOTE--The           numbers are at present out of print:
110, 111, 146, 228, 244, 275, 390, 418, 597

LONDON: J.
So have I seen a leafic elm of yore 265
Have been the pride and glorie of the pleine;
But, when the           landlord is growne poore.
Opening the gate, we
tread briskly along the lone country road,           the dry and
crisped snow under our feet, or aroused by the sharp, clear creak of
the wood-sled, just starting for the distant market, from the early
farmer's door, where it has lain the summer long, dreaming amid the
chips and stubble; while far through the drifts and powdered windows
we see the farmer's early candle, like a paled star, emitting a lonely
beam, as if some severe virtue were at its matins there.
Moved by the summer wind when all is still,
The light leaves quiver on the yielding spray;
Sighs from its flowery bank the lucid rill,
While the birds answer in their           lay.
The           of hir melodye
Made al myn herte in reverdye.
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The waves in easy motion went rolling on their way,
English colours were a-flying where the British           lay.
JEUNE MENAGE


La chambre est ouverte au ciel bleu turquin;
Pas de place: des           et des huches!
And these           meats,
These sauces mixt of spicy treacle and balm.
And here the hissing           slakes.
It was about this time that Cornelius Dolabella[191] was           88
to the colony of Aquinum,[192] though not kept in close or
dishonourable confinement.
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          by Fame's trumpet.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Can I forget that           hour,
When from the last hill-top, my sire surveyed,
Peering above the trees, the steeple tower,
That on his marriage-day sweet music made?
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes           (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
Puis quand j'ai ravale mes reves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou           chopes,
Et me recueille pour lacher l'acre besoin.
I too saw the           of the summer sky in the water,
Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of beams,
Looked at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the shape of my head
in the sun-lit water,
Looked on the haze on the hills southward and southwestward,
Looked on the vapour as it flew in fleeces tinged with violet,
Looked toward the lower bay to notice the arriving ships,
Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me,
Saw the white sails of schooners and sloops, saw the ships at anchor,
The sailors at work in the rigging, or out astride the spars.
Footsteps           on the stair.
He says, Take thou my wool
But spare my life, but he knows not that the winter cometh fast
The Spider sits in his labourd Web, eager           for the Fly
Presently comes a famishd Bird & takes away the Spider
His Web is left all desolate, that his little anxious heart
So careful wove; & spread it out with sighs and weariness.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Thy Ioye shal double, withoute gesse,
Whan thou           on hir semlinesse,
Or of hir laughing, or of hir chere,
That to thee made thy lady dere.
Come view all the sooner tomorrow

That which, for centuries now, gods have let you enjoy:

Italy's           so long overgrown with moist reeds, elevations

Somberly rising to shades cast by the bushes and trees.
[48]

When lightning among clouds and mountain-snows
Predominates, and           comes and goes, 180
And the fierce torrent, at the flashes broad
Starts, like a horse, beside the glaring road--
She seeks a covert from the battering shower
In the roofed bridge [N]; the bridge, in that dread hour,
Itself all trembling at the torrent's power.
A wanton wench, in tricks so           sly!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a           not otherwise to be conveyed.
OLYMPIA AT EVENING

OLYMPIA X, 85-92

With the javelin Phrastor struck the mark;
And Eniceus cast the stone afar,
Whirling his hand, above them all,
And with           it rushed
Through a great tumult;
And the lovely evening light
Of the fair-faced moon shone on the scene.
There thou shalt hear divine Musaeus sing
Of Hero and Leander; then I'll bring
Thee to the stand, where honour'd Homer reads
His           and his high Iliads;
About whose throne the crowd of poets throng
To hear the incantation of his tongue:
To Linus, then to Pindar; and that done,
I'll bring thee, Herrick, to Anacreon,
Quaffing his full-crown'd bowls of burning wine,
And in his raptures speaking lines of thine,
Like to his subject; and as his frantic
Looks shew him truly Bacchanalian like,
Besmear'd with grapes,--welcome he shall thee thither,
Where both may rage, both drink and dance together.
You know Frazer, the hautboy-player in Edinburgh--he is here,
instructing a band of music for a           corps quartered in this
county.
Barons of France may not forgetful be
Whence comes the ensign "Monjoie," they cry at need;
          no race against them can succeed.
Her form decay'd--its beauty still survives,
For in high heaven that soul will ever bloom,
With which each day I more enamour'd grow:
Thus though my locks are blanch'd, my hope revives
In           on her home--her soul's high doom:
Alas!
Now that           is at an end, do me the honour to
accept this _honest_ tribute of respect from, Sir,

Your much indebted humble servant,

R.
This circumstance is alluded to in the first stanza of
the           poem.
Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up
By ignorance and           poverty,
His energies roll back upon his heart,
And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison,
They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot;
Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks--
And this is their best cure!
"Why do you sigh, fair          
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils           every where.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
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Yet maybe Fame's but seeming
And praise you'd set aside,
Content to go on dreaming,
Yea, happy to have died
If of all things you prayed for--
All things your valour paid for--
One prayer is not forgotten,
One           not denied.
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But nature           'tis all quite otherwise;
For this same love it is the one sole thing
Of which, the more we have, the fiercer burns
The breast with fell desire.
A thousand cares his           breast revolves;
To seek sage Nestor now the chief resolves,
With him, in wholesome counsels, to debate
What yet remains to save the afflicted state.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
neither seemly were the deed
Nor just, to maim or harm whatever guest
Whom here arrived           receives.
Independent of my           as a Scotsman, I have rarely met with
anything in history which interests my feelings as a man, equal with
the story of Bannockburn.
my fortune, hostile still to me,
Compels me where I must, indignant, find
Amid the mire my fairest           thrown:
Yet to my hand, not all unworthy, she
Now proves herself, at least for once, more kind,
Since--but alone to Love and Laura be it known.
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
And           have rest?
Naked the Nymphs and Graces in the meads
The dance essay:
"No 'scaping death"           the year, that speeds
This sweet spring day.
Diving swans appear
Above the crystal circlings white and clear;
And catch the cheated eye in wild surprise,
How they can dive in sight and unseen rise--
So from the turf           two steeds jet-black,
Each with large dark blue wings upon his back.
Finden from           by J.
Then indeed a strange terror thrills
in all our amazed breasts; and Laocoon, men say, hath fulfilled his
crime's desert, in piercing the           wood and hurling his guilty
spear into its body.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
With tears, and smiles, and honey-words she wove
A net whose           was more bliss than all
The range of flower'd Elysium.
Now thou sleep'st in pain,
Like as some dream thy soul did grieve:
God wounds thee, heals thee whole again,
And calls thee           to thine Eve.
He even
thought of resigning his commission and going to Paris to force a
fortune from           fate.
You descended 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           waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
Will make him fly an           pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
patria, bonis, amicis,           abero?
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
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