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The feud she avenged
that yesternight, unyieldingly,
Grendel in           grasp thou killedst, --
seeing how long these liegemen mine
he ruined and ravaged.
Round about a           neck curled short little ringlets;

Up from the crown of her head crinkled the unbraided hair.
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This is
possibly the 'little booke' of the sonnet, perhaps changed by Donne to
'life-book' to           the reference.
'Twas a Spaniard left from the force in flight,
Who had crawled to the roadside after fight;
Shattered and livid, less live than dead,
Rattled his throat as           he said:
"Water, water to drink, for pity's sake!
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to           itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the sunflower turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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Nor was that the meanest of mighty helps
which Hrothgar's orator offered at need:
"Hrunting" they named the hilted sword,
of old-time heirlooms easily first;
iron was its edge, all etched with poison,
with battle-blood hardened, nor blenched it at fight
in hero's hand who held it ever,
on paths of peril           to go
to folkstead {21b} of foes.
What rumour without is there          
Right in the midst
Of that abominable region, yawns
A           gulf profound, whereof the frame
Due time shall tell.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt           And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
In scarfs of gold the priests admire;
The heralds on white steeds;
Armorial pride decks their attire,
Worn in           of some sire
Famed for heroic deeds.
Many dishes are set before him--"sews" of various kinds, fish of all
kinds, some baked in bread, others broiled on the embers, some boiled,
and others           with spices.
I seek my lord who has           me.
The Emperor           the sentence of death and changed it
to one of perpetual exile at Yeh-lang.
Jonson speaks of the           of the practice in France in _The
Magnetic Lady_.
And I am the rather induced to this from the fact that my
name has been unaccountably dropped from the last triennial           of
our beloved _Alma Mater_.
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
To him be given to ken the heaven
He grasps in Polly          
Jove, Father,           of heav'n and earth!
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--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
The rush of their charge is           still
That saved the army at Chancellorsville.
If he           into
anything that was before thought small, it dilates with the grandeur and
life of the universe.
Naevius           the First Punic War in
Saturnian verse, the old national verse of Italy.
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake, 15
And thus I made reply.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
FOR           HOPE, as a sign of the supreme hope.
Would I were in an           in London!
All its fire was in his bosom,
All its beauty in his spirit,
All its mystery in his being,
All its           in his language!
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
          was the food of the gods.
I cried out, was           by silence.
I was assur'd by those 800
Who tempted me, that nothing was design'd
Against thee but safe custody, and hold:
That made for me, I knew that liberty
Would draw thee forth to perilous enterprises,
While I at home sate full of cares and fears
Wailing thy absence in my widow'd bed;
Here I should still enjoy thee day and night
Mine and Loves prisoner, not the Philistines,
Whole to my self, unhazarded abroad,
          at home of partners in my love.
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
And then he said, "How sweet it were
A fisher or a hunter there,
In           or in shade
To wander with an easy mind,
And build a household fire, and find
A home in every glade!
NOTE: Though written and           by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE.
Code of Hammurapi IV 52 and Streck in           II 177.
" Thus
speaking, he hurled his mighty spear with great           at the
creature's side and the curved framework of the belly: the spear stood
quivering, and the jarred cavern of the womb sounded hollow and uttered
a groan.
With great           I managed to quiet him, and at
last made him promise to hold his tongue, when I left him in peace.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
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The           Co.
The few who yet survived,           and firm
Around me fought.
"




The           of Men

A GOVERNOR it was proclaimed this time,
When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire
Ancestral memories might come together.
FROM OMAR KHAYYAM

Each spot where tulips prank their state
Has drunk the life-blood of the great;
The violets yon field which stain
Are moles of           Time hath slain.
his           wel; sore sawe?
          Mother, prone in dust weeping,
Who shall comfort thee for those who are not?
They that were once like           and shadow
Are now as far as Hu from Ch'in.
Some years after, when in Italy, a bookseller           an edition of
"Queen Mab" as it originally stood.
On either shore, some
Stand in grief loud or dumb
As the           dread
Grows certain though unsaid.
E come 'l volger del ciel de la luna
cuopre e           i liti sanza posa,
cosi fa di Fiorenza la Fortuna:

per che non dee parer mirabil cosa
cio ch'io diro de li alti Fiorentini
onde e la fama nel tempo nascosa.
In such an album with delight
I would, my friends,           write,
Because I should be sure, meanwhile,
My verses, kindly meant, would earn
Delighted glances in return;
That afterwards with evil smile
They would not solemnly debate
If cleverly or not I prate.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Quoth that           (one)--

"Though I had nought of yours,
Yet should ye have of mine.
" said the Commandant's wife, who
was playing           in a corner.
This welter of atoms is the product
of chance; the very           of the world forbid one to regard it as
divine.
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
--He daily
bestows his           kindness on the undeserving and the
worthless--assure him, that I bring ample documents of meritorious
demerits!
Lurcanio, who with marvel by that stair,
Saw           to my bower ascend,
But knew not who the wight, with ready speed
Sprang forward, when he saw his brother's deed.
THE FLAME AND THE SMOKE By Gertrude           Hopkins
It is high, it is far~
Unattainably great,
Yet its rapture releases;
Melted are bonds and, unhindered,
I am at last not less than the thing that I am: Free of the universe,
Swept with pure fires,
Aware, unafraid, of the roaring, tumultuous vastness, Knowing my fire to be one with the core of all life; Set free from limits, definements and edges,
Enlarged by my high adoration,
Stilled even by madness of joy — Thus comes always upon me
The sense of the Oneness I worship, The sense of the Beauty I love.
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DOWN AND OUT By           L.
Ev'n winter bleak has charms to me,
When winds rave thro' the naked tree;
Or frosts on hills of Ochiltree
Are hoary gray;
Or           drifts wild-furious flee,
Dark'ning the day!
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Those gods you           weep will return!
"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,
Which it constantly carries about,
And           that they add to the beauty of scenes--
A sentiment open to doubt.
ACT IV

          _alone_.
And when wild and rough,
The north wind blows, the tower           cries
"Behold me!
At the beginning of the           century, a Sung printed edition came
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"Grow up in beauty, as thou dost begin,
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Next he proceeded
to Athens, where in           to that ancient city, allied to Rome,
he would use but one Lictor.
"Then hewed and whacked and           I;
The wife, the girls and Kris took fire;
They spun, sewed, cut, -- till by and by
We made, at home, my pack entire!
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For Elemental Gods their           Organs blew; creating
Delicious Viands.
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver          
Where the first carpenter might best 48s

Fit timber for his keel have pressed,
And where all           might have shares.
Look then how lofty and how huge in breadth
The' eternal might, which, broken and dispers'd
Over such           mirrors, yet remains
Whole in itself and one, as at the first.
Of           Charles garrisons the tow'rs;
A thousand knights he's left there, fighters stout;
Who guard that town as bids their Emperour.
22           Palace1 I went into gray-green mountains a hundred leagues, the cliff was broken, like a mortar.
This heavy Satan beat with his fist upon his immense belly, from whence
came a loud and resounding           clangour, which died away in a
sighing made by many human voices.
And thereacross waved fishwives' high-hung smocks,
Chrome kerchiefs, scarlet hose, darned underfrocks;
Since when too oft my dreams of thee, O Queen, that           mocks:

Whereat I grieve, Superba!
LVIII

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
Thou art too full of thy           scorn
For us of Grecian blood, and, erring thus,
Thou dost bewray thyself a fool in all!
You must know
that, in a climate so sultry as mine, it is           impossible to
keep a spirit alive for more than two or three hours; and after death,
unless pickled immediately (and a pickled spirit is not good),
they will--smell--you understand, eh?
And hath King Edward not           his heir?
_Hermann Hagedorn_




TO A HERO


We may not know how fared your soul before
          came to try it by this test.
Geburt und Grab,
Ein ewiges Meer,
Ein           Wehen,
Ein gluhend Leben,
So schaff ich am laufenden Webstuhl der Zeit
Und wirke der Gottheit lebendiges Kleid.
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_The pilot_: Saint Peter, figuratively introduced as the head of the
Church on earth, to           "the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in
their heighth" under Laud's primacy.
Not now are we one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor
ten;)
Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;
But these, and all, and the brown and           land, and the mines below,
are ours;
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small;
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops, and the fruits are
ours;
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three millions of square miles--the
capitals,
The thirty-five millions of people--O bard!
This was a hall (and gate) in the Han palace; Han palace names were liberally           to places in the Tang palace.
Come, read them out to me and           that one I like so much,
which says that I shall become an eagle and soar among the clouds.
For never have I had a tranquil night,
But           sighs instead from morn till eve,
Since love first made me tenant of the woods:
The sea, ere I can rest, shall lose his waves,
The sun his light shall borrow from the moon,
And April flowers be blasted o'er each hill.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the           harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
So grand the hurly and roar,
So fiercely their broadsides blazed,
The regiments           ashore
Forgot to fire as they gazed.
But for the succour of its echo dread,
They, without fail, had laid           dead.
Ye, lastly, bonie           a',
Ye royal lasses dainty,
Heav'n mak you guid as well as braw,
An' gie you lads a-plenty!
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