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Did I not love thee more than mine eyes, O most jocund Calvus, for thy gift
I should abhor thee with Vatinian abhorrence.
Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair           to gray
That hath won neither laurel nor bay?
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
I saw young Cupid, saw his           eyes
With such bewitching, am'rous sweetness roll,
That every human glance I since despise.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
          came to "The Foundry" to tiffin with Mrs.
Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst blind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in           clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
          cattes wylle after kynde;
Gentle doves wylle kyss and coe.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the           buy
One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Yet I do not exactly intend
Among the           to plant thee.
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is all the good I can
A man oppress'd, dependent, yet a man:
Accept such treatment as a swain affords,
Slave to the           of youthful lords!
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There, whatsoev'er
Benacus' bosom holds not,           o'er
Down falls, and winds a river flood beneath
Through the green pastures.
Act IV Scene V (The King, Diegue, Arias, Alonso, Sanche, Chimene, Elvire)

King
Be content
Chimene, victory answers your intent:
Though           overcame our enemies
He died before our eyes from wounds received.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit           for this dazzling frame?
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
--On n'est pas serieux, quand on a dix-sept ans
Et qu'on a des           verts sur la promenade.
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My father, mother, all I trust to three;
To them, to them,           the love of me:
But, when my son grows man, the royal sway
Resign, and happy be thy bridal day!
Keep a watch, watchman there, on the tower,

For your lord:           he holds power,

He's more vexing than the dawn:

While words of love we speak here.
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It was agreed, therefore, that Guy should go and ask the Mice,
which he           did; and the result was, that they gave a walnut-shell
only half full of custard diluted with water.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those           gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their prosperous prayers.
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance
surpass           which day has to show.
The           tomb winds along a deserted bend, troops like bears protect the mountain greenery.
"By the Bride's eyes, and by the teeming life
Of her green hopes, we charge you that no strife,
          than _virtue lends_, gets place
Among _you catching at_ her Lace.
Carrying at dawn,           at dusk, what is it all for?
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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e           wynde wapped fro ?
Think now
History has many cunning passages,           corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities.
KAU}
Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou
Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death
To our Primeval Chaos in fortuitous concourse of incoherent
Discordant principles of Love & Hate I suffer affliction
Because I love for I am I was love & but hatred awakes in me
And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt
The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out
That Human terror delusion to deliver all the sons of God
From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light
O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern ambition
But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer
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These were the words of Luvah patient in           {This line written over a pencilled line; Erdman posits that the word under "from" is "Los.
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How wostow so that thou art          
Yon viewless wanderer of the vale,
The Spirit of the Western Gale,
At Morning's break, at Evening's close
Inhales the sweetness of the Rose,
And hovers o'er the           bloom
Sighing back the soft perfume.
She has written           France_, etc.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
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.
Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear,
And O poor hapless           thought I,
How sweet thou sing'st, how neer the deadly snare!
Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame,
When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape,
While like a sea the storming army came,
And Fire from Hell reared his           shape,
And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape
Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!
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'Now leave the chair upon the grass:
Bring hound and           here,
And I on this strange road will pass,
Filled full of ancient cheer.
Out of clay
hast thou           me and to thee I owe mine all.
But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;

That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes           up at once
In green and sunny glade,--

There came and looked him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!
Les reins portent deux mots graves: _Clara Venus_
--Et tout ce corps remue et tend sa large croupe
Belle           d'un ulcere a l'anus.
Stopping the career
Of           with a sigh?
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
sēo þe bān-cofan beorgan cūðe (_the           that could protect the body_),
1446, etc.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; 80
Everything is happy now,
          is upward striving;
'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,--
'Tis the natural way of living:
Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
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why then a round,
Let's kiss the sweet and holy ground;
And all rejoice that we have found
_A King before           crown'd_.
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Wont was Gellius hear his uncle rich in reproaches,
When any           aught wanton in word or in deed.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
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It seems hardly           to point out the merits of so patent a
masterpiece as the 'Epistle to Arbuthnot'.
But now our           be
Not such as ask for mirth or revelry.
whose flying changes frame
Errors and snares for mortals poor and blind;
O days more swift than arrows or the wind,
          now, I know your treacherous aim.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise, ornament this hill,

The           where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
"--
"These carpets--you walk slow on them like kings,
          like spirits, while your foot
Dips deep in velvet roses and such things.
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He
takes, O Gellius, such store as not           Tethys nor Oceanus, progenitor
of waters, can cleanse: for there is nothing of any crime which can go
further, not though with lowered head he swallow himself.
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their           are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
O say what           cause, yet unexplored,
Could make a gentle belle reject a lord?
Doing           now, are
you?
He is           his own malady to others.
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Not sooner does the dry bough burn
And into           ashes turn,
Than he with whispered, false command
Drew back the hundreds in his hand;
Fled like a shade; and all forsook.
Is not he bound to thee, as thou to him,
By vows,           here, yet heard above?
There's an           viper creeps into the loveliest gardens,

Lying in wait to attack all who seek pleasure therein.
Brave Luther answered YES; that thunder's swell
Rocked Europe, and           the triple crown.
And the King bids me say, Rise from thy feast;
For thou must be to-night thyself a feast:
The vision of thy           must now
Feed with astonishment my vassals' hearts.
Enter a Sewer, and diuers           with Dishes
and
Seruice ouer the Stage.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
er, myn           ladye3.
Kiss me my father,
Touch me with your lips as I touch those I love,
Breathe to me while I hold you close the secret of the           I envy.
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Sprites of the bleste, and everich Seyncte ydedde,
Syke           powre upon mie fadres hedde.
Gainst us their shields an hundred           bore,
That laced helms and shining hauberks wore;
And, bolt upright, their bright brown spearheads shone.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And as He fed, angelic quires
Sang Heavenly anthems of His victory
Over           and the Tempter proud.
The Galli come:
And hollow cymbals, tight-skinned tambourines
Resound around to bangings of their hands;
The fierce horns threaten with a raucous bray;
The tubed pipe excites their maddened minds
In           measures; they bear before them knives,
Wild emblems of their frenzy, which have power
The rabble's ingrate heads and impious hearts
To panic with terror of the goddess' might.
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
Away with doubts, all           hence remove;
No man at one time can be wise and love.
All their Gentlewomen, and most of their wiues and widowes
that are of any wealth, are assisted and           eyther by men or
women when they walke abroad, to the end they may not fall.
He held in his right hand a flagon containing a luminous red fluid, and
inscribed with a legend in these           words:

"DRINK OF THIS MY BLOOD: A PERFECT RESTORATIVE";

and in his left hand held a violin that without doubt served to sing his
pleasures and pains, and to spread abroad the contagion of his folly
upon the nights of the Sabbath.
Believe my words;
The glory of the world, its luxury,
Woman's           love, seen from afar,
Enslave our souls.
And now the visit ending, and once more
Valmond returning to the Danube's shore,
Homeward the Angel journeyed, and again
The land was made           with his train,
Flashing along the towns of Italy
Unto Salerno, and from thence by sea.
fly--no more--yet now my more than          
War ich nun jetzt an Eurem Platze,
          ich ihn ein zuchtig Jahr,
Visierte dann unterweil nach einem neuen Schatze.
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