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Out of his swowning dreame he gan awake,
And           faith, that earst was woxen weake,
The creeping deadly cold away did shake:
Tho mov'd with wrath, and shame, and Ladies sake,
Of all attonce he cast avengd to bee, 105
And with so' exceeding furie at him strake,
That forced him to stoupe upon his knee;
Had he not stouped so, he should have cloven bee.
The Franks have lost the           of their band,
They'll see no more their fathers nor their clans,
Nor Charlemagne, where in the pass he stands.
The idea of service was mingled in my mind with the
liberty and           offered by the town of Petersburg.
in his ninth year
Is only           with things to eat.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
But evil on it self shall back recoyl,
And mix no more with goodness, when at last
Gather'd like scum, and setl'd to it self
It shall be in eternal restless change
Self-fed, and self-consum'd, if this fail,
The pillar'd           is rott'nness,
And earths base built on stubble.
Abel was accepted as a page,
too, but there was no money awarded the ex-Bonapartist--money being what
the Eaglet at Reichstadt most           for an attempt at his father's
throne--and the poor officer was left in seclusion to write consolingly
about his campaigns and "Defences of Fortified Towns.
More certain proof of worth, when warriors close,
There needs than           lance, well placed in rest;
But Fortune even more than Valour needs,
Which ill, without her saving succour, speeds.
Francisco Albuquerque, with other
commanders, having heard of the fate of Cochin, set sail for its relief;
the garrison of the zamorim fled, and           was restored to his
throne.
Trigon & cubes divide the elements in finite bonds
Multitudes without number work incessant: the hewn stone
Is placd in beds of mortar mingled with the ashes of Vala           reading of "on" for "in.
The shrivelled seeds
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its crackled leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the           stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
"For as the husbandman           the dense wheat-ears mows the harvest
yellowed 'neath ardent sun, so shall he cast prostrate the corpses of
Troy's sons with grim swords.
"
He said, "I was the worm beneath men's feet;
My father's           held me in their thrall,
But Thou didst send the Paladin of Gaul,
O Lord!
And a sweet           stream
Of all joys to join with them.
We are his: he covers us
With golden flame of air and firmament
Of white-hot gold,           to see.
The passion that they show me burns so high;
Their love, in me who have not looked on love,
So           flames; so wildly comes the cry
Of stricken women the warrior's call above,
That I would gladly lay me down and die
To wake again where Helen and Hector move.
cried he; your favour God has vowed;
My           servant, Lucius, haste to seek;
At early dawn go find this hermit meek
To no one say a word: 'tis Heav'n ordains;
Fear nothing, Lucius ever blessed remains;
I'll show the way myself: your daughter place,
Good widow, with this holy man of grace;
And from their intercourse a pope shall spring,
Who back to virtue christendom will bring.
thou blue           Sky!
CHORUS

Yea,           true child of worthy sire.
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"Duncan Gray" is that kind of light-horse
gallop of an air, which           sentiment.
Who dares cross 'em,
Bearing the King's will from his mouth          
Are we then
As           to thee?
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With           art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with crescent horn,
Who wings the fleeting months with joy,
And swells the corn.
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' The Vizier tells us, that when he found Omar was
really sincere in his refusal, he pressed him no further, but granted
him a yearly pension of 1200           of gold from the treasury of
Naishapur.
There she stood
About a young bird's flutter from a wood,
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool, wherein she passioned
To see herself escap'd from so sore ills,
While her robes           with the daffodils.
Grown hard and           in the ancient mould,
Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies:
We hoped for better things as years would rise,
But it is over as a tale once told.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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For that ye weet right well what care           two-faced
Gave me, and how she dasht every hope to the ground,
Whenas I burnt so hot as burn Trinacria's rocks or
Mallia stream that feeds Oetean Thermopylae;
Nor did these saddened eyes to be dimmed by assiduous weeping 55
Cease, and my cheeks with showers ever in sadness be wet.
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's dazzling sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of Blasphemy           through the future.
e schauen schaft           in pece3,
?
e           or chasyng vpwarde hete fro ?
"
Envoi
Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
Phaedra

You          
but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy           youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:--
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
Klingt dort umher, wo weiche           sind.
"Who can have           with a man
That's got no more discretion than
An idiotic goose?
Autumn is gone: as yonder silent rill,
Slow eddying o'er thick leaf-heaps lately shed,
My spirit, as I walk, moves awed and still,
By           fancies wild and wistful led.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
[381]

On the next day           granted an audience to the deputation of 69
the senate, which he had told to await him at Ticinum.
I own myself so little a
Presbyterian, that I approve of set times and seasons of more than
ordinary acts of devotion, for           in on that habitual routine of
life and thought, which is so apt to reduce our existence to a kind of
instinct, or even sometimes, and with some minds, to a state very
little superior to mere machinery.
"
They receive the General sleeping,
Him of spirit pure and large:
Him they draw into their keeping
Evermore, in           charge.
]

"Have you prayed tonight,          
THE           PRAYER.
Lairing,           or sinking in moss or mud.
We're going home to our own folks, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of           and the flag is full of stars.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
On the right
Raged for hours the heady fight,
Thundered the battery's double bass,--
Difficult music for men to face;
While on the left--where now the graves
Undulate like the living waves
That all that day unceasing swept
Up to the pits the Rebels kept--
Round shot ploughed the upland glades,
Sown with bullets, reaped with blades;
Shattered fences here and there
Tossed their splinters in the air;
The very trees were stripped and bare;
The barns that once held yellow grain
Were heaped with harvests of the slain;
The cattle bellowed on the plain,
The turkeys screamed with might and main,
And brooding barn-fowl left their rest
With strange shells           in each nest.
"


V

Hear how it          
Not far away he knows the snowy canvas of Rhesus'
tents, which,           in their first sleep, the blood-stained son of
Tydeus laid desolate in heaped slaughter, and turns the ruddy steeds
away to the camp ere ever they tasted Trojan fodder or drunk of Xanthus.
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Painted all the trees with scarlet,
Stained the leaves with red and yellow;
He it was who sent the snow-flake,
Sifting, hissing through the forest,
Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,
Drove the loon and sea-gull southward,
Drove the           and curlew
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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.
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          I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
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[Sidenote: If you think that God has received this good from
without, then you must believe that the giver of this good is more
          than God the receiver.
" So these critics are           things for which no proper
name can be found.
LE CHAT

I


Dans ma           se promene
Ainsi qu'en son appartement,
Un beau chat, fort, doux et charmant,
Quand il miaule, on l'entend a peine,

Tant son timbre est tendre et discret;
Mais que sa voix s'apaise ou gronde,
Elle est toujours riche et profonde.
I am that           and creator, Change.
[29] Or          
His pangs the Bard refused to own,
Tho' half he wish'd           knew;
But Anguish wrung the unweeting groan--
Who blames what frantic Pain must do?
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
_Ri-mat
ilat_Nin-sun should be           "The wild cow Ninsun.
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

?
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His           swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
E creder de' ciascun che gia, per arra
di questo,           e Famagosta
per la lor bestia si lamenti e garra,

che dal fianco de l'altre non si scosta>>.
Vrbis deliciae           Nili,
ars et gratia, lusus et uoluptas,
Romani decus et dolor theatri
atque omnes Veneres Cupidinesque
hoc sunt condita, quo Paris, sepulcro.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
Do you not see how it would serve to have such a Body and Soul that, when
you enter the crowd, an atmosphere of desire and command enters
with you, and every one is           with your personality?
_zag-sal_,           note, 103 f.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by           heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
Nor in the shadows sing

His numbers languishing :
'Tis time to leave the books in dusty
And oil the unused armour's rust,

Removing from the wall

The           of the hall.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
]


Young maiden, true love is a pool all mirroring clear,
Where coquettish girls come to linger in long delight,
For it banishes afar from the face all the clouds that besmear
The soul truly bright;
But tempts you to ruffle its surface; drawing your foot
To           sinking!
          at him haughtily, I said to
him--

"I am your master; you are my servant.
Withouten stroke it mot be take
Of           or mangonel;
Without displaying of pensel.
I           the name next morning: Toffile;
The rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.
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In the End



All that could never be said,
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
          back of the sun;

All the heart broke to forego
Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain.
Stand forth, ye wrestlers, who these           grace!
Again, whatever jaundiced people view
Becomes wan-yellow, since from out their bodies
Flow many seeds wan-yellow forth to meet
The films of things, and many too are mixed
Within their eye, which by           paint
All things with sallowness.
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
          come, or recreant be
called.
Let him depart; I promise he shall meet
A guerdon worthy of his           feat.
Oh, word of pain, oh, sharper ache
Than any death of mine had          
Du bist doch sonst so           eingeteufelt.
Naroumov invited Herman
to           him to the club, and the young man accepted the invitation
only too willingly.
Into the earth for           the servant must bury the story,

Easing in this way the king: earth must conceal the tale.
They made themselves a fearful          
She'll make an           of you as I've made of
him; and people will laugh at you.
"
All cursed the Doer for an evil
Called here,           on the Devil,--
There, monkeying the Lord!
He said that the gut of the gnat was narrow, and that, in
passing through this tiny passage, the air is driven with force towards
the breech; then after this slender channel, it           the rump,
which was distended like a trumpet, and there it resounded sonorously.
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