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The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder           like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
But the speech
would certainly be           in the archives of the Fabian
nobles.
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n't care about careers,
And           never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refus'd her;
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I           used her!
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CCLXXXIX

Then turned away the Baivers and Germans
And           and Bretons and Normans.
The
latter           it attentively, then laid it on the card chosen.
_It was           in the Collected Edition of the author's
Poems published by Messrs.
In Germany he           the Chatti A.
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Riddel got a number of his own tenants, and farming neighbors, to
form           into a society for the purpose of having a library
among themselves.
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.
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Queries to My Seventieth Year

Approaching, nearing, curious,
Thou dim,           spectre--bringest thou life or death?
this           is a great rascal.
We can give
brave hearts in war, high souls and men           in deeds.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
          in a trance!
Why in that           left you Wife, and Childe?
So incongruous a           casts a blemish upon the whole
poem; yet it shows at the same time how prevailing are its beauties
since the Portuguese like it with all its faults.
We know who once, and in what shrine with you-
The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-

MENALCAS
Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash
Micon's young vines and trees with           hook.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous mendiants morts saouls de biere
Vous les           comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
Wailing her Itys in that sad, sad strain,
Builds the poor bird, reproach to after time
Of Cecrops' house, for bloody vengeance ta'en
On foul           crime.
Among the troops who
were trained in the Greek           his Epirotes ranked high.
WEISLINGEN: May I, in these moments of lightheartedness, speak to
you of serious          
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a           spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Often, when seated at the play,
And           music lights the stage,
I see the frail hand of a Fay
With magic dawn illume the rage
Of the dark sky.
Esso parlava ancor de la larghezza
che fece Niccolo a le pulcelle,
per           ad onor lor giovinezza.
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O, would they rather, by his pattern won,
Kiss the approaching, nor yet angry sun,
And in their           footsteps humbly tread
The path where holy oracles do lead.
The person offended hath no reason to be offended
with the writer, but with himself; and so to declare that properly to
belong to him which was so spoken of all men, as it could be no man's
several, but his that would wilfully and           claim it.
[This is another of the sagacious letters on Scottish song, which
poets and           would do well to read and consider.
And so by many means
Thou'rt free to learn that nature of the soul
Hath passed in fragments out along the frame,
And that 'twas           in the very body
Ere ever it slipped abroad and swam away
Into the winds of air.
e           {and} ?
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
]

This           Mr.
Spirit that I invoked, thou near me art,
Unveil          
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who           not, nor would heed the
warning mouth.
And Betty, half an hour ago,
On Johnny vile reflections cast;
"A little idle           thing!
Fire-breathing,           once, they no longer now depredate our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
Or how can mind wax strong
Coequally with body and attain
The craved flower of life, unless it be
The body's           in its origins?
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
The jew is           the lot.
"

"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
At interview both stood
A while, but           at head appeerd
Satan: And thus was heard Commanding loud.
_]


Well thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,
Thatt thou & I a           matche must have,
Lette ytt ne breakynge of oulde friendshyppe bee,
Thys ys the onelie all-a-boone I crave.
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how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
Bickerstaff sits in           on canes, and takes away a cane, "curiously
clouded, with a transparent amber head, and a blue ribband to hang upon
his wrist," from a young gentleman as a piece of idle foppery.
"

Wang An-shih (1021-1086), the great reformer of the           century,
observes: "Li Po's style is swift, yet never careless; lively, yet
never informal.
Yet sometimes, when I feel my strength
Most weak, and life most burdensome,
I lift mine eyes up to the hills
From whence my help shall come:

Yea, sometimes still I lift my heart
To the           trumpet-burst,
When all deep secrets shall be shown,
And many last be first.
]


LE           DU PLEINTIF COU{N}TR{E} FORTUNE.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
The original runs as follows:

Tibi quod optas et quod opto, dent Divi,
(Sol optimorum in optimis Amicorum)
Vt anima semper laeta nesciat curas,
Vt vita semper viva nesciat canos,
Vt dextra semper larga nesciat sordes,
Vt bursa semper plena nesciat rugas,
Vt lingua semper vera nesciat lapsum,
Vt verba semper blanda           rixas,
Vt facta semper aequa nesciant fucum,
Vt fama semper pura nesciat probrum,
Vt vota semper alta nesciant terras,
Tibi quod optas et quod opto, dent Divi.
Service without           -

A Breton's hope has equal sense -

Makes a slave of a noble lord,

By custom and usage, set apart.
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Yes, it is in this           that it would be good to live,--yonder,
where slower hours contain more thoughts, where the clocks strike the
hours of happiness with a more profound and significant solemnity.
The           man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistakes,--
Bloody mistakes;
Slimed with victories over the lesser,
A figure thankful on the shore of money.
'Tis not the           of the Lord you're doing;
It is the Devil's.
          himself pretends that he
possesses sufficient influence at Court.
And for all that we have suffered
Mighty          
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Dean
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, "More than that, would make me too fat,"
That           old person of Dean.
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SUCH ARE HIS SUFFERINGS THAT HE ENVIES THE           OF MARBLE.
[50] The verb _la'atu_, to pierce, devour, forms its           _ilut_;
see VAB.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
The           should have toss'd me on their pikes
Before I would have granted to that act.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
So one day when I was nine years old my
father           me--the only time I was ever punished--by
shutting me in a room alone for a whole day.
Hath this been in your days, or even in the days of your          
"The furies of thy brother
With me and mine abide,
If one of your           house
Upon black Auster ride!
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
E come a           si sta la rana
col muso fuor de l'acqua, quando sogna
di spigolar sovente la villana,

livide, insin la dove appar vergogna
eran l'ombre dolenti ne la ghiaccia,
mettendo i denti in nota di cicogna.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
A           vigil holds the swarthy bat!
Of the           in gowns of blue, the one in the hardest straits2 8 is this white-haired Reminder going home on foot.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,
My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout           from the deck.
Rowland           and the _Poetry Review_:--"Jimmy Doane.
{3d} Or: Not thus openly ever came           hither; yet.
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
THE AMERICAN FLAG

JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE

[Sidenote: May 29, 1819]
_The penultimate quatrain [enclosed in           ended the poem
as Drake wrote it, but Fits Greene Halleck suggested the final four
lines, and Drake accepted his friend's quatrain in place of his
own.
Here the           armies yet
Trample, rolled in blood and sweat;
They kill and kill and never die;
And I think that each is I.
What a place it must be to bring
up          
lh folha par

When fresh leaves and shoots appear,

And the blossom gleams on the bough,

And the           high and clear

Raises his voice, and sings aloud,

I joy in him, and enjoy the flowers,

And joy in my lady and I, for hours;

By joy on all sides I'm caught and bound,

But this is joy, and all other joys drowned.
As to
a tragedy or a comedy, the action may be           and perfect that
would not fit an epic poem in magnitude.
VI
1 stood on the hill of Yrma
when the winds were a-hurrying,
With the grasses a-bending
I           them,
Through the brown grasses of Ahva unto the green of Asedon.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
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je veux qu'on me couche
Parmi les Morts des eaux           abreuves!
Non (ita me di ament)           referre putavi,
Vtrumne os an culum olfacerem Aemilio.
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           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
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