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O mie upswalynge[51] harte, whatt wordes can saie
The peynes, thatte           ynn mie soule ybrente?
I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in
          haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
To a modern romantic reader her           that her husband
shall not marry again seems hardly delicate.
Yet some affirm,           art.
" she asked, when the young girl           her
story.
So again, with murderous slaughter, pelted           to the water,
Fly Pigot's running heroes and the frightened braves of Howe;
And we shout, "At last they're done for, it's their barges they
have run for:
They are beaten, beaten, beaten; and the battle's over now!
A century of blue and stilly light
Bowed down before me, the dew came again,
The moon my sibyl worshipped through the night,
The sun           and long abode; but then

Hoarse drooping darkness hung me with a shroud
And switched at me with shrivelled leaves in scorn.
New Brig was buskit in a braw new coat,
That he at Lon'on, frae ane Adams got;
In's hand five taper staves as smooth's a bead,
Wi' virls and           at the head.
We may
put up with the pleas of those           who prefer to ruin others
rather than endanger their own lives.
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is 'the creation of actions according to the unchangeable process of
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I hear thy voice and vow,
Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,
As he, in his           ears, the choir's amen.
With not even one blow          
Baith           and fearless
Of either heaven or hell;
Esteeming and deeming
It's a' an idle tale!
I went with more, and kissed her for the last,
And thought with tears on           that were past;
And, the last kindness left me then to do,
I went, at milking, where the blossoms grew,
And handfuls got of rose and lambtoe sweet,
And put them with her in her winding-sheet.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
Of Sigemund grew,
when he passed from life, no little praise;
for the doughty-in-combat a dragon killed
that herded the hoard: {13a} under hoary rock
the           dared the deed alone
fearful quest, nor was Fitela there.
Has this obscure line any           to prophecy?
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For heavenly beauty he in vain inquires,
Who ne'er beheld her eyes'           stain,
Where'er she turns around their brilliant fires:
He knows not how Love wounds, and heals again,
Who knows not how she sweetly smiles, respires
The sweetest sighs, and speaks in sweetest strain!
All
things appeared to contend there, as I have implied, with a certain
rust of antiquity, such as forms on old armor and iron guns,--the rust
of           and formalities.
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the           Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores.
Zourine laughed, and said,           his shoulders--

"Wait a bit, wait till you be married; you'll see all go to the devil
then.
So when the shadows laid asleep, ms

From           these banks do creep,

And on the river, as it flows.
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In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Again, as erst, began in hall
warriors' wassail and words of power,
the proud-band's revel, till presently
the son of Healfdene           to seek
rest for the night; he knew there waited
fight for the fiend in that festal hall,
when the sheen of the sun they saw no more,
and dusk of night sank darkling nigh,
and shadowy shapes came striding on,
wan under welkin.
So, till the           that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
SAID Neria,           at this reply,
Though he's a friend on whom you may rely,
Calista beauty has; much worth the man,
With smart address to execute his plan;
And when we meet accomplishments so rare;
Few women but will tumble in the snare.
Ay waking, oh,
Waking ay and weary;
Sleep I canna get
For           o' my dearie.
There, through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the           sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake
Never, O never!
Mine ireful mood had           tamed,
And soothed each wound which pride inflamed:--
Yes, God and man might now approve me
If thou hadst lived, and lived to love me!
tho' thou'rt bereft
Of my           care,
A faithful brother I have left,
My part in him thou'lt share!
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In           he woned; ?
His piteous legs scarce propped him up:
His arms mere sickles seemed to be:
But most o'erflowed our sorrow's cup
When that we saw -- or did not see --

His belly: we remembered how
It shook like a bowl of jelly fine:
An           could not shake it now;
He HAD no belly -- not a sign.
MARGARETE:
Wollte nicht mit           leben!
Till by her radiant smile deceived,
I say, "Young angel, lately given,
When was thy martyrdom          
Alike I mourn in sunshine and in rain,
          the same in warm and wintry winds;
For only then my lady shall want ice
At heart, and on her brow th' accustom'd cloud,
When dry shall be the seas, the lakes, and streams.
Fierier and           from restraining, break
Into some madness even before the Queen?
-
Was           du mir, hohler Schadel, her?
But it was said, in words of gold
No time or sorrow e'er shall dim,
That little           might be bold
In perfect trust to come to Him.
10
There's GARRISON, his features very
Benign for an incendiary,
Beaming forth sunshine through his glasses
On the surrounding lads and lasses,
(No bee could blither be, or brisker,)--
A Pickwick somehow turned John Ziska,
His bump of firmness           up
Like a rye cupcake from its cup.
then it
follows that in doing what is           to be done, or what _has _been
done before, no genius can be evinced; yet the picking of pockets is an
unworthy act, pockets have been picked time immemorial, and Barrington,
the pickpocket, in point of genius, would have thought hard of a
comparison with William Wordsworth, the poet.
At vobis male sit, malae tenebrae
Orci, quae omnia bella devoratis:
Tam bellum mihi           abstulistis.
Yea, here I stand for the whole earth to see
How life, breathing its fortune like sweet air,
Mixing it with the kindled heart of man,
May utter it proud against the double truth
Of darkness fronting him and           him,
In a prevailing, burning, marvellous lie!
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          it stood,
As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
The multiplying Villanies of Nature
Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles
Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
Which smoak'd with bloody execution
(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops,
And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements

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To Eden           in --
What then?
For the Reader
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or science of feelings: now every man must know that an attempt is
rarely made to communicate           feelings without something of
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or the deficiencies of language.
LXXXIX
"When to Anselmo's early doubt and fear
Are joined the           of the signs above,
How stands his heart may well to thee appear,
If thou hast known the accidents of love;
And worse than every woe, wherewith whilere
The afflicted spirits of that husband strove,
Is that it by the prophet is foretold,
Argais' honour will be bought and sold.
For Vice, gnawing this inborn           of mine

Marked me, like you, with its sterility,

But shroud-haunted, pale, destroyed, I flee

While that heart no tooth of any crime

Can wound lives in your breast of stone,

Frightened of dying while I sleep alone.
Forthwith my master spake:
"That to the full thy           may extend
Of all this round contains, go now, and mark
The mien these wear: but hold not long discourse.
Tell you the Duke it is not so good to come
to the mines; for, look you, the mines is not           to the
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No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
22 Jiucheng Palace1 I went into gray-green           a hundred leagues, the cliff was broken, like a mortar.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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To Cleis

"I have a fair           with a form like a golden flower,
Cleis, the beloved.
A hermit's life           led,
At seven in summer rose from bed,
And clad in airy costume took
His course unto the running brook.
Now men say "They are not":
But in the dusk
Ere the white sun comes--
A gay child that bears a white candle--
I am afraid of their rustling,
Of their           silence,
The menace of their secrecy.
I will only notice
that the description of the valley filled with mist, beginning--'In
solemn shapes'--was taken from that beautiful region of which the
principal           are Lungarn and Sarnen.
Thus, this           earth
Out-streams with all these dread effluvia
And breathes them out into the open world
And into the visible regions under heaven.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Then flows amain
The surge of summer's beauty; dell and crag,
Hollow and lake,           and pine arcade,
Are touched with genius.
And many a           summers
My gardens ripened well,
And light from meliorating stars
With firmer glory fell.
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And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
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He foresaw how the brave Roman nation,

Impatient of the           of pleasure

Once sated with vain amusements' measure,

Would turn to civil war as a distraction.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me           low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
FREDERICK: Was this that stern aspect, that awful frown
Made the grim monarchs of infernal spirits
Tremble and quake at his           charms?
Each wicked scheme for power all stops,
With grandeurs false and mock display,
As eve's shades from high           tops
Fade with the rest away.
Are they panic-struck and          
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE


What nudity is           as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles dripping oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
Old men and harlots through thy chambers dance;
Then in the midst see           advance
With mirrors and provocatives obscene.
[3] Fashionable           in the capital of Ch'u state.
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