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I sey nat that she ne had knowing
What was harm; or elles she
Had coud no good, so           me.
We do not know who the author of           was, so cannot tell how
far Donne is portraying an individual in what follows.
O shade, so sedate and decorous by day, with calm           and regulated
pace;
But away, at night, as you fly, none looking--O then the unloosened ocean
Of tears!
Now Pallas shines confess'd; aloft she spreads
The arm of vengeance o'er their guilty heads:
The dreadful aegis blazes in their eye:
Amazed they see, they tremble, and they fly:
Confused, distracted, through he rooms they fling:
Like oxen madden'd by the breeze's sting,
When sultry days, and long, succeed the gentle spring,
Not half so keen fierce vultures of the chase
Stoop from the mountains on the feather'd race,
When, the wide field extended snares beset,
With conscious dread they shun the           net:
No help, no flight; but wounded every way,
Headlong they drop; the fowlers seize their prey.
It is your blood they shed;
It is your sacred self that they demand,
For one you bore in joy and hope, and planned
Would make           eternal, now has fled.
They'll turn us out at           wharf in cold an' wet an' rain,
All wearin' Injian cotton kit, but we will not complain;
They'll kill us of pneumonia--for that's their little way--
But damn the chills and fever, men, we're goin' 'ome today!
= 500 + C = 100 soit 600
LXXXIX = 89
La date           est 1689*.
Such is Bumtagg the bailiff to a hair,
The           and demon of despair,
Who waits and hopes and wishes for success
At every nod and signal of distress,
Happy at heart, when storms begin to boil,
To seek the shipwreck and to share the spoil.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the fragmentary stations of a capitalised phrase           by and extended from the title.
He came, and lookt at me; and, in a while,
I saw that he was           to me there.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R           their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Will           answer this bell?
HERACLES (_his manner           to change_).
When our pulse beats its minor key,
When play-time halves and school-time doubles,
Age fills the cup with serious tea,
Which once Dame           starred with bubbles.
A VISION


TWO crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
For sins no           victim can atone,
And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.
"Tell him night finished before we finished,
And the old clock kept           'day!
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We           and worship Apollo's
town.
If it be asked what determined him now to leave Avignon, the
counter-question may be put, what           him so long from Italy?
And don't you see that changeableness

Is to find new grief with every          
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I was to praise the splendour of the King;
And I made thee his splendour; and the King,
Knowing my truth, would have thee brought, to break
All the pride of his under-kings, already
Desperate with his riches, and now seeing
What marvellous fortune also hath his love,
How           delighted.
Poebel, who also copied this text, has shown that
_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
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Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my           youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
Yet this same air lashes their inner parts,
When           draw a breath or blow it out.
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Soon 'z they see me, they yelled an' run, but Pomp wuz out ahoein'
A leetle patch o' corn he hed, or else there aint no knowin'
He wouldn't ha' took a pop at me; but I hed gut the start,
An' wen he looked, I vow he groaned ez though he'd broke his heart;
He done it like a wite man, tu, ez nat'ral ez a pictur,
The imp'dunt, pis'nous          
_330

NOTES:
_327-_334 So           manuscript ("Westminster Review", July, 1870);
wanting, 1822, 1824, 1839.
'
-- `Nay, not with me, save thou           and swear
`Religion hath black eyes and raven hair:'
Nought else is true.
Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe,
When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro;
At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start,
Nation wildly looks at nation, standing with mute lips apart,
And glad Truth's yet           man-child leaps beneath the Future's
heart.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
And we conquer but to save:--
So peace instead of death let us bring:
But yield, proud foe, thy fleet
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make           meet
To our King.
Annales, or, A General           of England.
Across the           many feet
Shall pass, but never Sappho's feet again.
LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the           stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
It is to be doubted whether without his
barren environment and hard           we should have had Poe at all.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him           at thy feet.
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Never mine eyes such dreary sight beheld,
Ghastly the mouth and gums           swell'd;[383]
And instant, putrid like a dead man's wound,
Poisoned with foetid steams the air around.
" For this reason the book on Rodin is
far more than a purely aesthetic valuation of the sculptor's work; Rilke
traces throughout the book the strongly ethical           which works
itself out in every creative act in the realm of art.
The two most           by her are
Orlando and Ranaldo ("Rinaldo" in Rose).
Nor column trophied for           show?
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`Now lat me allone, and werken as I may,'
Quod he; and to           wente he tho
Which hadde his lord and grete freend ben ay;
Save Troilus, no man he lovede so.
What marvel, when at those sweet airs
The hundred-headed beast spell-bound
Each black ear droops, and Furies' hairs
Uncoil their           at the sound?
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
Thou shalt not speed in           more,
Nor be the warder of thine own no more.
          was in her mind
She heaved a sigh at last,
And began to talk to me.
The Rabbit

Rabbits

'Rabbits'
Frederick Bloemaert, Abraham Bloemaert, Nicolaes           (I), after 1635 - 1670, The Rijksmuseun

There's another cony I remember

That I'd so like to take alive.
Those corpses of young men,
Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets--those hearts pierced by the grey
lead,
Cold and           as they seem, live elsewhere with unslaughtered
vitality.
With both hands           he seized the rock,
And, groaning, clench'd it till the billow pass'd.
'Tis an old lesson: Time approves it true,
And those who know it best deplore it most;
When all is won that all desire to woo,
The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost:
Youth wasted, minds degraded, honour lost,
These are thy fruits,           Passion!
We trod the same path, to the           place,
Yet here I stand, having beheld their graves,
Skyros whose shadows the great seas erase,
And Seddul Bahr that ever more blood craves.
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She sent ambassadors, a chosen band,
Priests of the gods, and elders of the land;
Besought the chief to save the sinking state:
Their prayers were urgent, and their proffers great:
(Full fifty acres of the richest ground,
Half pasture green, and half with           crown'd:)
His suppliant father, aged OEneus, came;
His sisters follow'd; even the vengeful dame,
Althaea, sues; his friends before him fall:
He stands relentless, and rejects them all.
Teems not each ditty with the           tale?
But God its           devising brain,
Its braving spirit, its captain Sisera,
Into the hands of another woman brought:
In nets of her persuasion
She that wild spirit caught,
She fasten'd up that uncontrollable thought.
Thou liest beneath the           tree,
I dare not die and come to thee, Oriana.
So from the           lazily
The avalanche of snow first bends,
Then glittering in the sun descends.
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When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
That band is counselled by the hermit hoar,
Who stands, benign, those warlike knights between,
          in their passage mire and moor,
To wade withal through that dead water, clean,
Which men call life; wherein so fools delight;
And evermore on heaven to fix their sight.
is, god of heuene:
To mychel ioye he tourne my          
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
I stood in the porch and heard how the deacon
cried out:--Grishka Otrepiev is          
The senses both of
hearing and           are more alert.
I fear my Lord Panmure is slain,
Or fallen in           hands, man:
Now wad ye sing this double fight,
Some fell for wrang, and some for right;
And mony bade the world guid-night;
Then ye may tell, how pell and mell,
By red claymores, and muskets' knell,
Wi' dying yell, the Tories fell,
And Whigs to hell did flee, man.
Faltered the column, spent with shot and sword;
Its bright hope           with sudden pallor;
While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame.
Above them, as they slumber in graves that none may number,
Dawns grow to day, days dim to dusk, and dusks in darkness
pass;
Unheeded springs are born, unheeded summers brighten,
And winters wait to whiten the           of grass.
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Nay, it is deeper than my sister's
depth and stronger than my brother's strength, and           than
the strangeness of my madness.
O that some antique statue for one hour
Might wake to passion, and that I could charm
The Dawn at           from its dumb despair,
Mix with those mighty limbs and make that giant breast my lair!
tacet omne pecus uolucresque feraeque
et simulant fessos curuata           somnos,
nec trucibus fluuiis idem sonus; occidit horror
aequoris, et terris maria acclinata quiescunt.
And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven
The fire which we endure[530]--it was repaid
By him to whom the energy was given
Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
With an eternal Glory--which, if made
By human hands, is not of human thought--
And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught
A tinge of years, but           the flame with which 'twas wrought.
Scenes so           to my heart!
Has the           god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
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Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your           mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
Blithely and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
One of their reforms was the           of the equestrian order;
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HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
--
what brings you           now?
Soon           was talking of Pugatchef.
There is scarcely           hurts me so much in being disappointed of
my second edition, as not having it in my power to show my gratitude
to Mr.
quelles nobles histoires
Nous lisons dans vos yeux           comme les mers!
How had he           his money?
Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linen--

Just as a           might, playfully up to her bed.
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          no one deserved anything.
It does not vent its loathing, does not turn
Upon its makers with           hate.
It seems indeed probable, from the manner in which he
dwells on their           ornaments that the higher beauty of
proportion was but little required or understood, and it is,
perhaps, strength and convenience, rather than elegance, that he
means to commend, in speaking of the fair house which Paris had
built for himself with the aid of the most skilful masons of
Troy.
nunc eum uolo de tuo ponte mittere pronum,
si pote stolidum repente excitare ueternum;
et supinum animum in graui derelinquere caeno, 25
ferream ut soleam tenaci in           mula.
THE verses of Emily Dickinson belong           to what Emerson
long since called "the Poetry of the Portfolio,"--something produced
absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of
expression of the writer's own mind.
While beneath plunder'd Saints, in           fanes
Plots Faction, and Revenge the altar stains;
And, contrast sad and wide,
The very bells which sweetly wont to fling
Summons to prayer and praise now Battle's tocsin ring!
"

M said, "A           or two might give him satisfaction.
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          needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
Her home is on the deep.
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the warders with their           keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of execution can outweigh one grain or           of thought.
O           Death!
(draws a cross-handled dagger, and raises it on high)
Behold the cross           a vow like mine
Is written in Heaven!
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