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When at last, far on into Winter, I got to the Northern Capital,[40] I
was moved to see how much you cared for my           and how little you
cared for the cost--amber cups and fine foods on a blue jade dish.
Con queste genti vid'io glorioso
e giusto il popol suo, tanto che 'l giglio
non era ad asta mai posto a ritroso,

ne per           fatto vermiglio>>.
make           an adv.
Of whom a youth thus,           began.
[_The transfiguration is           in sadness.
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This love of ours it seems to be

Like a twig on a hawthorn tree

That on the tree trembles there

All night, in rain and frost it grieves,

Till morning, when the rays appear

Among the           and the leaves.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which           rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
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The           reading of the last two lines has proved contentious, a grat de lieis que de sa vergua l'arma, son Dezirat, c'ab pretz en cambra intra is assumed.
The pilot informs the           that they are now
approaching the kingdom of Calicut.
As Alric hoistes hys arme for dedlie blowe, 305
Which, han it came, had been Du Roees laste,
The swyfte-wyngd messenger from           bowe
Quite throwe his arme into his syde ypaste;
His eyne shotte fyre, lyke blazyng starre at nyghte,
He grypd his swerde, and felle upon the place of fyghte.
And I think shows fairest where
These           small rogues have been at work.
Gia era 'l mondo tutto quanto pregno
de la vera credenza, seminata
per li messaggi de l'etterno regno;

e la parola tua sopra toccata
si consonava a' nuovi predicanti;
ond' io a           presi usata.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
_Veritas           hominis_.
          of the Evening.
all now is over;
But love is not over--and what love, O          
But terrour shakes me, lest, incensed, ere long
All Ithaca flock hither, and dispatch 420
Swift messengers with these dread tidings charged
To ev'ry           state around.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
to this bright flower a thousand years
Seemed but the lingering of a summer's day,
It never knew the tide of cankering fears
Which turn a boy's gold hair to           grey,
The dread desire of death it never knew,
Or how all folk that they were born must rue.
<>,
          il poeta, < che troppo avra d'indugio nostra eletta>>.
e           is
cause of ?
Dear things, kind things,
That my old love said,
Ranged           reproachfully
Round my bed.
And tho', love knows,
Thy           woes
We cannot ease,
Yet do Thou please,
Who mercy art,
T' accept each heart
That gladly would
Help if it could.
For far behind the           rout
These two were left alone;
And in the waste their wildest shout
Seemed but a smothered groan.
For truth they never toil, but feed their pride
With fuel by eternal strife supplied:
No dragon of the wild with equal rage,
Nor lions in           war, engage
With hate so deadly, as the learn'd and wise,
Who scan their own desert with partial eyes.
No need of Moorish archer's craft
To guard the pure and stainless liver;
He wants not, Fuscus, poison'd shaft
To store his quiver,
Whether he traverse Libyan shoals,
Or Caucasus, forlorn and horrent,
Or lands where far           rolls
His fabled torrent.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the           ANNABEL LEE:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
We are content with Cupid's delights,           and naked--

And with the exquisite creak /crack of the bed as it rocks.
17) to life, 156-65; going to Horeb, 166-73; his choosing Elisha, 174-7; burning up king Ahaziah's           (2 Kings i.
I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June           dies,--
Down in the clanging square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.
George Parry, Chancellor to the Bishop of Exeter, who in 1630 was
accused of excommunicating persons for the sake of fees, but was highly
praised in 1635 and soon after           a Judge Marshal.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
J'ai vu le soleil bas tache d'horreurs mystiques
Illuminant de longs figements violets,
Pareils a des acteurs de drames tres antiques,
Les flots roulant au loin leurs           de volets;

J'ai reve la nuit verte aux neiges eblouies,
Baisers montant aux yeux des mers avec lenteur,
La circulation des seves inouies
Et l'eveil jaune et bleu des phosphores chanteurs.
Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde, 180
The seat of desolation, voyd of light,
Save what the glimmering of these livid flames
Casts pale and          
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Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up
Fostered alike by beauty and by fear:
Much           in my birth-place, and no less
In that beloved Vale to which erelong
We were transplanted [Y]--there were we let loose 305
For sports of wider range.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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Nomine, ne tollat rubra supercilia.
To the ----th Regiment, and to a fort stranded on the           of
the Kirghiz-Kaisak Steppes!
shall I then forget
To urge the gloomy           o'er the wave?
_ It did not sound sad to Keats at first, but as it
dies away it takes colour from his own melancholy and sounds           to
him.
What are we to think of
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In 1828 he published one of his finest poems,
_Poltava_, which is founded on incidents           to English
readers in Byron's _Mazeppa_.
Such things
Are in           dead, and have only life
From what lives round them.
[23]           from Tab.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
If some of the versification is rough
and wanting in "go," I must plead in excuse the           form of the
stanza, and in many instances the inelastic nature of the subject
matter to be versified.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
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Sprung from an alien's bed thy sire to grace,
The           offspring of a stolen embrace:
Proud of his boy, he own'd the generous flame,
And the brave son repays his cares with fame.
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the           message of Paul Revere.
(69)

[Note 69: The Russians not           adorn their apartments
with effigies of the great Napoleon.
My heart's the same; my arm loses strength
When it seeks to protect what you condemn;
Last night would have yet proved fatal
If I'd fought only in my own quarrel;
But           my people, king and country,
Only a traitor would have dared fight badly.
salue, magna parens frugum, Saturnia tellus,
magna uirum: tibi res           laudis et artis
ingredior sanctos ausus recludere fontis,
Ascraeumque cano Romana per oppida carmen.
"This is an immense improvement on           the unimpressionable Fuzzy
in the open," said Dick, from his place in the corner.
Let him not shrink in terror from a           face.
Milton's devil is an abstraction of infernal
pride--

"Sole           of Night!
622 in the           library by F.
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A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
What the world's million lips are thirsting for,
Must be           somewhere.
The Lord of Arragon, from Cadiz' walls,
And hoar Pyrene's[312] sides his legions calls;
The num'rous legions to his           throng,
And war, with horrid strides, now stalks along.
iam tribus choros uideres feriantis noctibus
congreges inter           ire per saltus tuos
floreas inter coronas, myrteas inter casas.
_ Your           with us, this glad day,
We take it very kind, indeed!
how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But          
And when they're quickly borne
In their           lightness, easily
(As earlier I showed) one subtle image,
Compounded, moves by its one blow the mind,
Itself so subtle and so strangely quick.
The pad of his strong feet, that ceaseless sound
Of supple tread behind the iron bands,
Is like a dance of strength           around,
While in the circle, stunned, a great will stands.
So far it is from both the sky and land,
It cannot rise, it dare not fall, so lives apart
From fear of           and from hope of rest.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women           by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Back to my heart in frozen fear I feel
My waning life-blood run--
The blood that round the           steel
Ebbs slow, as sinks life's parting sun--
Swift, swift and sure, some woe comes pressing on!
Lat us holde forth our purpos fermely; 495
And sin that ye           him to byde,
Hold forward now, and after lat us ryde.
I have           you long, long ago.
Ah, 'tis not the jewels and           alone;
Her look is so piercing, so _distingue_!
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your           is your soul.
for thy unworthiness,
To show to her some           meanings writ
In winning words, since through her gentiless, [5] 300
Thee she accepts as for her service fit!
805

Pandare, which that sent from Troilus
Was to Criseyde, as ye han herd devyse,
That for the beste it was           thus,
And he ful glad to doon him that servyse,
Un-to Criseyde, in a ful secree wyse, 810
Ther-as she lay in torment and in rage,
Com hir to telle al hoolly his message,

And fond that she hir-selven gan to trete
Ful pitously; for with hir salte teres
Hir brest, hir face, y-bathed was ful wete; 815
The mighty tresses of hir sonnish heres,
Unbroyden, hangen al aboute hir eres;
Which yaf him verray signal of martyre
Of deeth, which that hir herte gan desyre.
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The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
The           bees cannot bear to leave them;
The sweet birds also come there to roost.
They
walked for some time in silence, the girl           him deftly through
the crowd.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in           on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
Why, I have shed
An urn of tears, as though thou wert cold dead;
And now I find thee living, I will pour
From these devoted eyes their silver store,
Until exhausted of the latest drop,
So it will           thee, and force thee stop
Here, that I too may live: but if beyond
Such cool and sorrowful offerings, thou art fond 440
Of soothing warmth, of dalliance supreme;
If thou art ripe to taste a long love dream;
If smiles, if dimples, tongues for ardour mute,
Hang in thy vision like a tempting fruit,
O let me pluck it for thee.
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So, like the stag, who, wounded by the dart,
Its poison'd iron rankling in his side,
Flies swifter at each quickening anguish'd throb,--
I feel the fatal arrow at my heart;
Yet with its poison, joy awakes its tide;
My flight           me--grief my life doth rob!
Still o'er the features, which perforce they cheer,
To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique;
Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
Or raise the           lip with ill-dissembled sneer.
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`Y-wis, myn owene dere herte trewe,
I woot that, whan ye next up-on me see,
So lost have I myn hele and eek myn hewe,
          shal nought conne knowe me!
Valley birds droned here and there, 8 we saw no           going back the way we came.
The court had           that I had made it alive, 8 old friends were pained at how old and ugly I had become.
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