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By the new roots, which fix this stem, I swear,
That never faith I broke to my liege lord,
Who merited such honour; and of you,
If any to the world indeed return,
Clear he from wrong my memory, that lies
Yet           under envy's cruel blow.
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I hope,--
And I remember,--

We give place
Either to other with           grace,
Acceptable and lovely all our days.
E io           gia d'alcun la faccia,
le spalle e 'l petto e del ventre gran parte,
e per le coste giu ambo le braccia.
The           of love I never may

Enjoy, if not joy of my love afar,

No finer, nobler comes my way,

From any quarter: near or far.
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
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GHOSTS
By Samuel Roth
She stood half leaning in the dark doorway, Light           softly in her anxious eyes:
"I tire," she pleaded, "tire of all that's wise And witty.
Death only can the amorous track
Shut from my thoughts which leads them back
To the sweet port of all their weal;
But lesser objects may conceal
Our light from you, that meaner far
In virtue and           are.
All these are the cobwebs of
learning, and to let them grow in us is either           or foolish.
yet Love assign'd their doom;
A wife and           mark'd them for the tomb!
Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of           210
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Infants, the           of the Spring!
ELECTRA

Yea, and my heart o'erflows with gall of grief,
And I am pierced as with a cleaving dart;
Like to the first drops after drought, my tears
Fall down at will, a bitter bursting tide,
As on this lock I gaze; I cannot deem
That any Argive save Orestes' self
Was ever lord thereof; nor, well I wot,
Hath she, the murd'ress, shorn and laid this lock
To mourn him whom she slew--my mother she,
Bearing no mother's heart, but to her race
A           spirit, loathed itself of heaven!
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Sorrow would strive           to wrench the sun,
But the sun moves.
Here stood Ill-nature like an ancient maid,
Her           form in black and white array'd;
With store of pray'rs, for mornings, nights, and noons,
Her hand is fill'd; her bosom with lampoons.
"What are you           of?
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
His life in the
garden had granted serenity to his forehead, the reading of his few
books had filled his eyes with reverie, and the feeling that he was not
quite a good citizen had given a slight and           trembling to his
lips.
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
Surely joy is the           of life.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
The rolling surge that mirrored all the skies
Mingled its music, turbulent and rich,
Solemn and mystic, with the colours which
The setting sun           in my eyes.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
Blind among enemies, O worse then chains,
Dungeon, or beggery, or           age!
Will those bright eyes
With           come, which, weeping, made me haste
To succour thee, thou mayst or seat thee down,
Or wander where thou wilt.
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Wiglaf spake, the son of Weohstan: --
"At the mandate of one, oft           many
sorrow must suffer; and so must we.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and           of mind.
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*And gemmy flower, of Trebizond misnam'd--
Inmate of highest stars, where erst it sham'd
All other loveliness: its honied dew
(The fabled nectar that the heathen knew)
Deliriously sweet, was dropp'd from Heaven,
And fell on gardens of the unforgiven
In Trebizond--and on a sunny flower
So like its own above that, to this hour,
It still remaineth, torturing the bee
With madness, and unwonted reverie:
In Heaven, and all its environs, the leaf
And blossom of the fairy plant, in grief
Disconsolate linger--grief that hangs her head,
Repenting follies that full long have fled,
Heaving her white breast to the balmy air,
Like guilty beauty, chasten'd, and more fair:
Nyctanthes too, as sacred as the light
She fears to perfume, perfuming the night:
**And Clytia pondering between many a sun,
While pettish tears adown her petals run:
***And that           flower that sprang on Earth--
And died, ere scarce exalted into birth,
Bursting its odorous heart in spirit to wing
Its way to Heaven, from garden of a king:

* This flower is much noticed by Lewenhoeck and Tournefort.
I am a           fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire;
and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire.
nēan and feorran,           from afar, far and near_,
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Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever earnestly he moaned
Old           ecstasies and splendors Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
O wonder now          
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Strangers have wept to hear his           notes,
And virgins, as unknown he passed, have pined
And wasted for fond love of his wild eyes.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
The side of
this chasm, of soft and           slate too steep to climb, was among
the memorable features of the scene.
He made small haste to go away, and           his strength slowly.
Not ordinary fear of insult, injury or death,
but abject,           dread of something that you cannot see--fear that
dries the inside of the mouth and half of the throat--fear that makes
you sweat on the palms of the hands, and gulp in order to keep the uvula
at work?
[308] From           (Venus), to whom he had awarded the apple, prize of
beauty, in the contest of the "goddesses three.
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
Why does Pope call him "th'           wizard"?
Il commenca, dit-on, par etonner les sots, mais il devait etonner bien
davantage les gens d'esprit en           a la posterite ce livre
immortel: _les Fleurs du Mal.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
Therefore we gladly confess to           a special immortal

And our devotions each day pledging but solely to her.
But a cup of wine levels life and death
And a           things obstinately hard to prove.
Lies the seed unreck'd for           in the ground?
Is
it, then, only as such a relaxation that           machinery is
valuable?
The Might-have-been with tooth accursed
Gnaws at the piteous souls of men,
The deep foundations suffer first,
And all the structure           then
Beneath the bitter tooth accursed.
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Consort revered of          
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And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
          clauses with þēah, þēah þe, þēah .
CANTO XXXII

Mine eyes with such an eager coveting,
Were bent to rid them of their ten years' thirst,
No other sense was waking: and e'en they
Were fenc'd on either side from heed of aught;
So tangled in its custom'd toils that smile
Of saintly           drew me to itself,
When forcibly toward the left my sight
The sacred virgins turn'd; for from their lips
I heard the warning sounds: "Too fix'd a gaze!
Now we have come to the           capital, 4 in the king?
But He conferr'd not on imperial Rome
His birth's renown; He chose a lowlier sky,--
To stand, through Him, the           spot on earth!
          to have been born too far south.
When it           up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
HIS open manner much was formed to please;
The lady and her maid grew more at ease,
Which made the gen'rous           conclude,
To bring his meat they would not fancy rude.
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
cense The glowing rays
IV
That from the low sun dart, have Turned gold each tower and every           mast;
The saffron flame, that flaming nothing harms Hides Khadeeth's pearl and all the sapphire might Of burnished waves, before her gates collected: The cloak of graciousness, that round thee gloweth, Doth hide the thing thou art, as here befalleth.
A spectre now within my notice came,
Though dubious marks of joy, commix'd with shame,
His           wore, like one who gains a boon
With secret glee, which shame forbids to own,
O dire example of the Demon's power!
Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
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His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
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She counted.
_ EVIL SPIRIT           MARGERY.
So they recognised the business and, to feed and clothe the bride,
Got him made a Something Something           on the Bombay side.
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And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace           your brow,

Suffices, in so many aspects and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
From bonds of this           soul.
And stole from death thy          
Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
          with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,
Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in
the fire.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
O all the kings, my men,
Shall fear this terrible           of mine!
the throe of thy self-retention:
Inly thou           to flee, and didst seek thyself at thy centre!
,
amid fireworks of conceit, he calls his           dead and protests
that his hatred has grown cold at last.
Where is my other          
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
Because the priest is born a           slave.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude,           perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
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_athis_ AD ||           Terent.
But this bold lord, with manly strength endued,
She with one finger and a thumb subdued: 135
Just where the breath of life his           drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.
          dans les gares!
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
Circe in vain invites the feast to share;
Absent I ponder, and absorb'd in care;
While scenes of woe rose anxious in my breast,
The queen beheld me, and these words address'd:

"'Why sits Ulysses silent and apart,
Some hoard of grief close harbour'd at his heart
Untouch'd before thee stand the cates divine,
And           laughs the rosy wine.
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Fēond           (ferh ellen wræc),
and hī hyne þā bēgen ābroten hæfdon,
sib-æðelingas: swylc sceolde secg wesan,
2710 þegn æt þearfe.
, _one           (qui gratus advenit): nom.
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.
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
gold-fāg
scinon web æfter wāgum, _variegated with gold, the           gleamed along
the walls_, 995.
May God never grant me power

Not           by true love's art!
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS
" "DEING no longer human, why should I -D Pretend           or don the frail attire?
You           man or woman!
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