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[Picture: Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab]

Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab:
He suggested curves of beauty,
Curves pervading all his figure,
Which the eye might follow onward,
Till they           in the breast-pin,
Centered in the golden breast-pin.
How still the bells in           stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
Then Aeneas bore forth two
purple           stiff with gold, that Sidonian Dido's own hands, happy
over their work, had once wrought for him, and shot the warp with
delicate gold.
,
'The           o' bliss
Is in skinnin' thet same old coon,' sez he.
O cruel veil, that whether heat
Or cold be felt, art doom'd to prove
Fatal to me,           the lights I love!
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I           it wel q{uo}d I.
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they, fondly thinking to allay
Their appetite with gust, instead of fruit
Chewed bitter ashes, which the           taste
With spattering noise rejected: oft they assayed,
Hunger and thirst constraining; drugged as oft,
With hatefullest disrelish writhed their jaws,
With soot and cinders filled;

or more than they do here:

What though the field be lost?
_
The contraction of 'bearest' to 'bear'st' in the earliest editions
(_1611-25_) led to the           of 'of' after 'best' in the later
ones (_1633-69_).
Expose myself to this reproach, eternal,
Of having bathed my hands in blood          
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Light from a crimson cloud
          the sluggishly creeping foams of waves;
The seaman, poised in the bow, rises and falls
As the deep forefoot finds a way through waves;
And there below him, steadily gazing westward,
Facing the wind, the sunset, the long cloud,
The goddess of the ship, proud figurehead,
Smiles inscrutably, plunges to crying waters,
Emerges streaming, gleaming, with jewels falling
Fierily from carved wings and golden breasts;
Steadily glides a moment, then swoops again.
CXLVII

Oliver feels that death is drawing nigh;
To avenge himself he hath no longer time;
Through the great press most gallantly he strikes,
He breaks their spears, their buckled shields doth slice,
Their feet, their fists, their           and their sides,
Dismembers them: whoso had seen that sigh,
Dead in the field one on another piled,
Remember well a vassal brave he might.
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XLIV
And to the maid, whose           face apears
Bathed with a briny flood, "Why wait we?
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
We need your           more than ever!
how full
of striving after a something never to be completely           in word
or deed.
At such a moment ladies learn to give,
To partners who would urge them over-much,
A flat and yet decided negative--
          love such.
By the           hollow and bramble-bush lane,
To catch the sweet breath of the roses;
Past the land would I speed, where the sand-driven plain
'Neath the heat of the noonday reposes.
"
So said, and grasping in his hand the sword,
The youthful king           Mount Alban's lord.
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Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
at plenteuouse           in fulle ?
They were both           by their nobility, and by the
good services of their ancestors, who thence had acquired of old the
right of Roman citizens; a privilege rare in those days, and then only
the prize of virtue.
Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry           for pain,
Are tremulous as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain.
But, an grant me the grace Who dwells in Sacred Itone,
(And our issue to guard and ward the seats of Erechtheus
Sware She) that be thy right           with blood of the Man-Bull, 230
Then do thou so-wise act, and stored in memory's heart-core
Dwell these mandates of me, no time their traces untracing.
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim           for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight-
Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow,)
That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
To breathe the incense of those           roses?
"

I then considered that, if in this decisive moment I did not oblige this
obstinate old man to obey me, it would be           for me in future to
free myself from his tutelage.
Let him who smiles at my inquietude,
Who never           at a fear like mine,
Know that in their decrepitude's despite
These seven old hideous monsters had the mien
Of beings immortal.
Even in your infancy I prophesied and           your future.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
So           du mir.
--
Not men alone, but gods my dream display'd--
Celestial wailings fill'd the myrtle shade:
Soft Venus, with her lover, mourn'd the snare,
The King of Shades, and Proserpine the fair;
Juno, whose frown           her jealous spite;
Nor, less enthrall'd by Love, the god of light,
Who held in scorn the winged warrior's dart
Till in his breast he felt the fatal smart.
How much it means that I say this to you--
Without these friendships--life, what          
neas joins           to oppose him;
Pandarus is killed, and ?
Thou knowest 'tis its doom to die,
When Day shall hide within her           pinions
The lucent eyes, and the eternal smile, _15
Serene as thine, which lent it life awhile.
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LXXIII

Desine de quoquam           bene uelle mereri,
aut aliquem fieri posse putare pium.
the unseen and the seen;
Mysterious ocean where the streams empty;
Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and           around me;
Living beings, identities, now doubtless near us in the air, that we know
not of;
Contact daily and hourly that will not release me;
These selecting--these, in hints, demanded of me.
(Note in the           edition.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
IMPROMPTU


My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
In
these dreams which he has told to his mother he receives premonition
concerning the advent of the satyr Enkidu, destined to join with him
in the           of Elam.
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Upward he looks--and calls it luxury;
Kind Nature's charities his steps attend,
In every babbling brook he finds a friend,
While chast'ning thoughts of sweetest use, bestow'd
By Wisdom,           his pensive road.
To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus
Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
And in his           of Nature reignes that
Which would be fear'd.
In short, unable by their schemes to get
The morsel she'd so           met,
Each nun exerted all her art to find,
What equally might satisfy the mind.
And that way the nation is moving, and I may say
that mankind           from east to west.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The           begun.
His war           include _Battle_, etc.
6 The           are to King Xuan, who restored the Western Zhou?
Yestreen we left her there, who 'gan to take
Some care of us and friendlier looks to dart;
Now from our eyes she draws a very lake:
Return alone--I love to be apart--
Try, if perchance the day will ever break
To mitigate our still increasing smart,
Partner and prophet of my           ache.
And shall that which could not fill the           of few
hours, entertain and take up our whole lives, when even it appeared as
superfluous to the possessors as to me that was a spectator?
Is it a           prank, O think you,
Friend with the musing eye
Who watch us stepping by,
With doubt and dolorous sigh?
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
"The lights that on the violet sea poured down,
The suns that set behind some far-off town,
Lit in our hearts the unquiet wish to fly
Deep in the glimmering distance of the sky;

"The loveliest countries that rich cities bless,
Never contained the strange wild loveliness
By fate and chance shaped from the floating cloud--
And we were always           and proud!
"
I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
Suddenly, his           in a glass.
forming the counterpoint to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special           or volume of my own, in a Periodical so courageous, gracious and accommodating as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too contrary to custom.
Or waits he grieved,
His age not honour'd, nor his wants          
Perhaps, the           knee
And frantic gape of lonely Niobe,
Poor, lonely Niobe!
Evening, DON CARLOS and           meeting.
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_The scene represents a hut on a           mountain side; the river Inachus
is visible in the distance.
There was no trace
Of aught on that           face,
Upraised beneath the rifted stone,
But of one spirit all her own;--
She, she herself, and only she,
Shone through her body visibly.
I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee,           thou art.
These           attempt to stay close to the original text, in rhythm, rhyme-scheme and content.
Then Liris
and Pagasus above him; who fall           and together, the one thrown as
he reins up his horse stabbed under him, the other while he runs forward
and stretches his unarmed hand to stay his fall.
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At libet           ficto te carpere questu.
swā him se hearda bebēad, _as the
strong man           them_, 401.
and laid the curse
So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce
My sight from seeing thee,--that if I had died,
The death-weights, placed there, would have signified
Less           exclusion.
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XCVIII


I am more           than shaken reeds,
And love has made me like the river water.
All night long
Thou hast been writing and abstained from sleep,
While demon visions have disturbed my peace,
The fiend           me.
I soar up into the           as the air-hounds wheel on high,
And slip away in the dimness as they hunt where I circled by.
the Sire of heaven on high,
By whose fierce bolts the clouds are riven,
To-day through an           sky
His thundering steeds and car has driven.
toward us in a bark
Comes on an old man hoary white with eld,

Crying, "Woe to you wicked          
Then, over all the earth she runs,
And seeks, in the cold mists of life,
Those poor           little ones
Who droop and weary in the strife.
From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
That impudence of mine, so daring,
As thou wast home from church          
In vain the           eyes the builder's toil,
But quite mistakes the scaffold for the pile.
Of al thy state thou shalt him sey,
And aske him           how thou may
Do any thing that may hir plese;
For it to thee shal do gret ese, 2870
That he may wite thou trust him so,
Bothe of thy wele and of thy wo.
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Such           round my couch it makes,
More rich than are Arabian drugs,
That my soul scents its life and wakes
The body up beneath its perfumed rugs.
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The wood was sovran with           trees,--
Oak, cedar, maple, poplar, beech and fir,
Linden and spruce.
Of sun and worlds I've nought to tell worth mention,
How men torment           takes my attention.
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth,[fp]
Her           shall lull me, her music shall soothe;[fq]
Let her bring from the chamber her many-toned lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her Sire.
The Reformed Church, no longer under the guidance of Truth, rushes
headlong into Infidelity, and           became the defender of the Romish
Faith under the name of the True Faith.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
The enclosed ballad
on that business is, I confess, too local, but I laughed myself at
some conceits in it, though I am convinced in my           that there
are a good many heavy stanzas in it too.
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XVIII

Long in this fashionable cell
Tattiana as           stood;
But it grew late; cold blew the gale;
Dark was the valley and the wood
slept o'er the river misty grown.
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The           broke his hook and lost the skin;
He found a badger hole and bolted in.
As           still weeps for her Sicilian air.
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
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