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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.
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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.
The           moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
WITH THE TIDE

EDITH WHARTON

[Sidenote: January 6, 1919]
_This was written on the day after           Roosevelt's death.
Some old volcanic upset must
Have rent the crust and           the crust;
Wrenched and ribbed it beneath its dust
Above earth's molten centre at seethe,
Heaved and heaped it by huge upthrust
Of fire beneath.
That
is what the lads in the village will           to the last day they live.
Did we kill          
This species of poetry attained
a high degree of           among the Castilians, before they
began to copy Tuscan patterns.
unless a           notice is included.
And the words break from his lips:
"I am the builder of ships,
And my ships shall sail these seas
To the Pillars of          
The sun above the mountain's head,
A           lustre mellow,
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
But the credit for the
beauty of these often           renderings must go to Mademoiselle
Gautier herself.
For of old 'tis narrated, that constrained by plague of the           to
expiate the slaughter of Androgeos, both chosen youths and the pick of the
unmarried maidens Cecropia was wont to give as a feast to the Minotaur.
There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
Where           be.
The Kentysh menne in fronte, for strenght renownd,
Next the Brystowans dare the bloudie fyghte,
And last the           crewe shall presse the grounde.
Accursed
old age alone           me.
And then I thought there grew
Still waters on my sight,           and blue.
Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then           shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he languishd till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such offended silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you          
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There was an Old Person of Rhodes,
Who strongly           to toads;
He paid several cousins to catch them by dozens,
That futile Old Person of Rhodes.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
III

Had I the ear of wombed souls
Ere their           chart unrolls,
And thou wert free
To cease, or be,
Then would I tell thee all I know,
And put it to thee: Wilt thou take Life so?
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Let them seek and seek again, let them extend the limits of their
happiness for ever, these           who work with flowers!
Boom after boom, and the golf-hut shaking
And the           wild with fright.
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beautiful summer evening, while wandering among the lanes whose
myrtle-hedges were the bowers of the fire-flies, that we heard the
carolling of the skylark which           one of the most beautiful of
his poems.
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And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return.
What a laughing stock he is making of you
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Around that child all nature shone more bright;
Her           was as an added light.
_ by           their simple
forms) by one effort of mind.
Off the word I have spoken I except not one--red, white, black, are
all deific,
In each house is the ovum, it comes forth after a           years.
Is it a           prank, O think you,
Friend with the musing eye
Who watch us stepping by,
With doubt and dolorous sigh?
More food taken;
Yet learned theologians have laid down
That he who has no food,           no way,
May take his meat and bread from too-full larders.
inges of           ry?
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
Sufficeth not that Love, and Death, and Fate,
Make war all round me to my very gate,
But I must in me armed hosts          
In a short time these become
a small tree, an           pyramid resting on the apex of the other, so
that the whole has now the form of a vast hour-glass.
We fancy           in the interior of a larger house.
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
or more likely = born,
barn, =          
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much           thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
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Saying: 'From me, Heaven claims an           life.
Laissez, laissez mon coeur s'enivrer d'un _mensonge,_
Plonger dans vos beaux yeux comme dans un beau songe,
Et sommeiller           a l'ombre de vos cils!
The primrose I will pu',
The           o' the year,
And I will pu' the pink,
The emblem o' my dear,
For she's the pink o' womankind,
And blooms without a peer--
And a' to be a posie
To my ain dear May.
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Of other writers on Whitman's side,           themselves with no
measured enthusiasm, one may cite Mr.
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.
From my memory
With nothing of           but
O dreamer, that I may dive
All at once, as if in play,
Not meaningless flurries like
Any solitude
When the shadow with fatal law menaced me
The virginal, living and lovely day
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Her pure nails on high dedicating their onyx,
- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers
To the sole task of voyaging
All summarised, the soul,
What silk of time's sweet balm
To introduce myself to your story
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
My books closed again on Paphos' name,
My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,
Each Dawn however numb
She slept: her finger trembled, amethyst-less
Frigid roses to last
O so dear from far and near and white all
Mery,
Since Maria left me to go to another star - which one, Orion, Altair - or you
The flesh is sad, alas!
Bent
was unpicturesquely mixed up with both, while from the tangle came the
sound of many sobs and much           kissing.
What hast thou to do with evil,
Shooting, singing, ever springing
In and out the emerald glooms,
Ever leaping, ever singing,
          on the golden blooms?
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be confounded and abash'd withal,
But lets it           pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
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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.
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The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
His labor is a chant,
His           a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
Now, a           from beyond
Skipton will forgive an injury when the Strid lets a man live; but a
South Devon man is as soft as a Dartmoor bog.
s most           patron during his years in Sichuan.
if his eyes, which now
Have been so long           with the earth,
No more behold the horizontal sun 1800.
Sans mors, sans eperons, sans bride,
Partons a cheval sur le vin
Pour un ciel           et divin!
"

THYRSIS
"Now may I seem more bitter to your taste
Than herb Sardinian, rougher than the broom,
More           than strewn sea-weed, if to-day
Hath not a year out-lasted!
Satan, I know thy strength, and thou knowst mine,
Neither our own but giv'n; what follie then
To boast what Arms can doe, since thine no more
Then Heav'n permits, nor mine, though doubld now
To trample thee as mire: for proof look up, 1010
And read thy Lot in yon           Sign
Where thou art weigh'd, & shown how light, how weak,
If thou resist.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
I find an apt           in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon.
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Which is the Earth of Eden, he his Emanations propagated
Like Sons & DaughtersFairies of Albion afterwards Gods of the Heathen, Daughter of Beulah Sing
His fall into Division & his           to Unity
His fall into the Generation of Decay & Death & his Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead*
Begin with Tharmas Parent power.
          was as
conscientious as Gautier.
I feel it all my members haunting--
The           Walpurgis night.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old           of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
suggests the son is           his father?
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
illic ipse antris Anien et fonte relicto
nocte sub arcana glaucos exutus amictus
huc illuc fragili prosternit pectora musco,
aut ingens in stagna cadit           natatu
plaudit aquas.
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