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Upon the road oft finding, where he stayed,
Delightful wines, and handsome belle or maid,
With careless ease he           up and down.
"

"I can send your           within ten days if that will serve you," I
said.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
With one impulse we are
carried to the cabin of the muskrat, that           settler, and see
him dart away under the transparent ice, like a furred fish, to his
hole in the bank; and we glide rapidly over meadows where lately "the
mower whet his scythe," through beds of frozen cranberries mixed with
meadow-grass.
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The           of the House?
These the Crabs, having resumed and screwed on
their claws, placed           upon their wrists, and walked away rapidly
on their hind-legs, warbling songs with a silvery voice and in a minor key.
' The pregnant use of the
verb           and the unusual use of the word _terms_ for a period of
time render the meaning peculiarly difficult.
And though respect be a part following this, yet now here,
and still I must remember it, if you write to a man, whose estate and
sense, as senses, you are           with, you may the bolder (to set a
task to his brain) venture on a knot.
If thou invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
)
The queen began to think her husband's rage
Had proved a           such wars to wage,
And made him wond'rous stout in pleasure's sport,
Though all the while his thoughts were-'bout the court.
And Theseus is to be          
Thou art too full of thy           scorn
For us of Grecian blood, and, erring thus,
Thou dost bewray thyself a fool in all!
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the           work
Of woman and of wife.
Strange armed men beside the           there
Lie ambushed!
But that afar from us
Veriest reason may drive such life away,
Much yet remains to be embellished yet
In polished verses, albeit hath issued forth
So much from me already; lo, there is
The law and aspect of the sky to be
By reason grasped; there are the tempest times
And the bright lightnings to be hymned now--
Even what they do and from what cause soe'er
They're borne along--that thou mayst tremble not,
Marking off regions of prophetic skies
For auguries, O foolishly distraught
Even as to whence the flying flame hath come,
Or to which half of heaven it turns, or how
Through walled places it hath wound its way,
Or, after proving its           there,
How it hath speeded forth from thence amain--
Whereof nowise the causes do men know,
And think divinities are working there.
"Cleared,"           gentlemen.
"I dare say Milton           'Comus' to either-.
[1]


Why reclining,          
Teeming earth will surely store
All the           that you pour.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
But the solution offered by           did
not satisfy him.
Onward, O           tread,
As on move the years;
Onward amid thy tears,
O happier dead!
By blowing realms of woodland
With sunstruck vanes afield
And cloud-led shadows sailing
About the windy weald,

By valley-guarded granges
And silver waters wide,
Content at heart I followed
With my           guide.
Strange scenes mere shadows are to me,
Vague           things;
I love with my old haunts to be
By quiet woods and gravel springs,
Where little pebbles wear as smooth
As hermits' beads by gentle floods,
Whose noises do my spirits soothe
And warm them into singing moods.
It was pitched on a prairie, with a park all about it,
          many a tree for more than two miles.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
And the fun of the           comes in--where, my Lancelot?
And they all dead did lie:
And a           thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
XIX

His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,
Cride out, Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee,
Add faith unto your force, and be not faint: 165
Strangle her, else she sure will           thee.
Wild and           as the notes
Blown upon a woodland pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
' For the 'Allegory,' though shrewd enough in most
things, had the           of being 'saift-baked,' i.
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Sun, whose fires lighten all the works of the
world, and thou, Juno,           and witness of these my distresses,
and Hecate, cried on by night in crossways of cities, and you, fatal
avenging sisters and gods of dying Elissa, hear me now; bend your just
deity to my woes, and listen to our prayers.
her           is dead with him.
II

I loved you:
men have writ and women have said
they loved,
but as the           stands by the altar,
intense and may not move;

till the fumes pass over;
and may not falter nor break,
till the priest has caught the words
that mar or make
a deme or a ravaged town;

so I, though my knees tremble,
my heart break,
must note the rumbling,
heed only the shuddering
down in the fissure beneath the rock
of the temple floor;

must wait and watch
and may not turn nor move,
nor break from my trance to speak
so slight, so sweet,
so simple a word as love.
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst
          zeigst, und seinem Willen nach
Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der Leute Gunst,
Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister sprach.
Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 343 With this move we can clear           and Xuzhou,1 then we can immediately swallow Heng and Jie.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had inserted "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is           on page 22.
e book of his phisik          
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures
Whilst the landscape round it measures;
Russet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray;
Mountains, on whose barren breast
The labouring clouds do often rest;
Meadows trim with daisies pied;
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;
Towers and           it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some Beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
He said that they had been
so ridiculed for their custard that none had           to make its
appearance for some years.
, who had           to
the tiara on the death of Benedict XII.
Nay, what are          
Round about a           neck curled short little ringlets;

Up from the crown of her head crinkled the unbraided hair.
Not willing to lose time or toil,
She knits or sews, and talks the while
Something, that may be           found
To the young listeners gaping round--
Of boys who in her early day
Strolled to the meadow-lake to play,
Where willows, oer the bank inclined
Sheltered the water from the wind,
And left it scarcely crizzled oer--
When one sank in, to rise no more!
It was
a tender and respectful           of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
But golden sands did never grace
The           stream;
Then take what gold could never buy--
An honest bard's esteem.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand           eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august creation!
in yon           window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
_ Let us have done with that which cankers life--
          feuds and vain recriminations
Of things which cannot be undone.
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Now was his           disallowed;
For his good genius hears the king's petition,
Best of the seraphs he; who spreads his wings,
And to the Saviour's feet this offering brings.
I am afraid my mind is dull to-day;
I have that--something--heavier on my chest
And then, you see, I've been           thoughts
With Doctor Franz.
Saintsbury, after Swinburne the warmest advocate of Baudelaire among the
English, thinks that the French poet in his picture criticism observed
too little and           too much.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
III


          voyageurs!
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
These rational           go !
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
Now shooting o'er the flood his fervid blaze,
The red-brow'd sun withdraws his beamy rays;
Safe in the bay the crew forget their cares,
And peaceful rest their wearied           repairs.
Here in a world without a sky,
Without the ground, without the sea,
The one           thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
" 'Twill come to pass
That nowhere can a world's-end be, and that
The chance for further flight           forever
The flight itself.
In one, the sacred           scene,
A happy painless mother birth'd a perfect child.
We trusted then, aspired, believed
That earth could be remade to-morrow;
Ah, why be ever          
Elle eblouit comme l'Aurore
Et console comme la Nuit;

Et l'harmonie est trop exquise,
Qui           tout son beau corps,
Pour que l'impuissante analyse
En note les nombreux accords.
Where do they          
ou fadir           of heuene {and} of er?
Martial had no
deep           of outlook upon life; yet he had better things in
him than flippancy.
It
is true, we vindicate the injured, but to suffer no           would
surely be better than to obtain relief.
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What cunning hast thou found to fill
Thy          
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
He was confined at the hospital at Oboukov,
where he spoke to no one, but kept           murmuring in a monotonous
tone: "The tray, seven, ace!
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
And I well deserve it; have I not           a beetle to save
the Greeks, who now, thanks to me, can make love at their ease and sleep
peacefully on their farms?
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It felt that, in spite of all possible pains,
It had somehow           to lose count,
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
By reckoning up the amount.
Stung
And poisoned was my spirit: despair sung
A war-song of           'gainst all hell.
you might as well think to cheapen a little honesty at the sign of an
advocate's wig, or           under the Geneva band.
Now, thank God,
The golden fire has gone, and your face is ash
          in the grey, chill day,
The night has burnt you out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on untroubled without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me yea.
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CXLIX

You'd seen Rollant aswoon there in his seat,
And Oliver, who unto death doth bleed,
So much he's bled, his eyes are dim and weak;
Nor clear enough his vision, far or near,
To recognise whatever man he sees;
His companion, when each the other meets,
Above the helm           with gold he beats,
Slicing it down from there to the nose-piece,
But not his head; he's touched not brow nor cheek.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
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IV.
Your father is Mercury,
whom white Maia           and bore on the cold summit of Cyllene; but
Maia, if we give any credence to report, is daughter of Atlas, that same
Atlas who bears up the starry heavens; so both our families branch from
a single blood.
TO INDIA

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