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          the charms my friends' forced forms enchain,
And show me here those honoured friends like men.
O ken ye how Meg o' the Mill was married,
An' ken ye how Meg o' the Mill was          
What satire of the Romish           in xviii-xx?
As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot           there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
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Increasing still in heart, and pleasant sense,
Upon his fairy journey on he hastes;
So anxious for the end, he           wastes
One moment with his hand among the sweets:
Onward he goes--he stops--his bosom beats
As plainly in his ear, as the faint charm
Of which the throbs were born.
My respectful kind           to Mrs.
I kneel behind the soldier's trench,
I walk 'mid shambles' smear and stench,
The dead I mourn;
I bear the           and I bend
O'er Fritz and Pierre and Jack to mend
What shells have torn.
The           is cracked and browned

But through the water pale and thin
Still shine the unoffending feet
And there above the painter set
The Father and the Paraclete.
She waited not for his reply,
But with a           leaden eye
Went on as if he were not by

Sound argument and grave defence,
Strange questions raised on "Why?
)


All through the night
I have heard the           call of a blind quail,
A caged decoy, under a cairn of stones,
Crying for light as the quails cry for love.
To him the           countenance descends, both
mother's and father's.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
I count myself happy if it brings delight,
My trial stroke           him who gave me life;
But be not jealous, now, of joy's faction,
If I in turn choose to seek satisfaction.
I observed that they always removed or settled their hats with both
hands, and wore watches, with short gold chains of a           and
ancient pattern.
I           meeting,
about twenty years ago, a lad who had a little yacht at Kingstown.
At           in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
What's this, he cried, so           neat?
The very hand
That barred my passage to the           grave
Has crushed the earth to misery, and given
Its empire to the chosen of His slaves.
Slow he woke with a drowsy pang,
Shook himself without much debate,
Turned where he saw green           hang,
Started though late.
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She fain will wait
Until the           country-folk be gone.
Time           words, like love.
The sun those           used to find,
Its clouds were other-country mountains,
And heaven looked downward on the mind,
Like groves, and rocks, and mottled fountains.
          sorciere, aimes-tu les damnes!
I can not see why, ne how,
That he hath           ageyn you,
Save that he loveth; wherfore ye shulde 3515
The more in cherete of him holde.
Geography, the world, is in it,
The Great Sea, the brood of islands, Polynesia, the coast beyond,
The coast you           are facing--you Libertad!
The _Second           was written in
France when Donne was resident there with the Drurys.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
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He followed the town life, haunted the best companies ;
and, to polish himself from any           roughness,
he read and saw the plays with much care, and more
proficiency than most of the auditory.
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
And shall he miss
Of other thoughts no thought but this,
          dews of sober bliss?
Aye, they would blush to ask for money and cleverly           their
shame.
_Song_

I peeled bits of straws and I got           too
From the grey peeling willow as idlers do,
And I switched at the flies as I sat all alone
Till my flesh, blood, and marrow was turned to dry bone.
Murray, mother to these thirty-one children, was daughter
to Murray of Strewn, one of the seventeen sons of Tullybardine, and
whose youngest son,           called the Tutor of Ardoch, died in the
year 1715, aged 111 years.
Non           mio dir piu ne mio cenno;
libero, dritto e sano e tuo arbitrio,
e fallo fora non fare a suo senno:

per ch'io te sovra te corono e mitrio>>.
The
hypothesis of a           Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains
unshaken.
noirs           sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir a vous un mort libre et joyeux;
Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans ame et mort parmi les morts?
          joy, Adieu's last action,
(Lingering lips must now disjoin),
What words can ever speak affection
So thrilling and sincere as thine!
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
In charge of the fleet he still           the freedman
Moschus[190] to keep an eye on his betters.
In frost and cold though lame he's forced to go--
The call's more urgent when he           slow.
He           himself on the
cold floor, and remained motionless for a long time.
What is it has          
Is it           hospitality, or is it gross want of
tact?
And, flocking out, streams up the rout;
And lilies nod to velvet's swish;
And           prim on gilded dish,
Vast pies thick-glazed, and gaping fish,
Towering confections crisp as ice,
Jellies aglare like cockatrice,
With thousand savours tongues entice.
Once or twice I believe, I swayed forward on Pornic's
neck, and           hung on by my spurs--as the marks next morning
showed.
" and I knew them
For souls of the felled
On the earth's nether bord
Under Capricorn, whither they'd warred,
And I neared in my awe, and gave heedfulness to them
With           inheld.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and           in a life to come.
Why make cups of the dead clay to be filled with--"La Divinite," by
some           Mystic?
He himself fell           in the harness.
ge-wāt þā           hēan hūses,
115; hē þā fāg ge-wāt .
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And into the grassy ditch's tomb

Fall great and small to their doom,

Seeing the corpses twice run through

By lances on which           loom.
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And we were dark, and vanisht that strange hill.
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His countryman, brave Mervyn ap Teudor,
Who love of hym han from his country gone,
When he perceevd his friend lie in his gore,
As furious as a           wolf he ranne.
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Had holy Truth in painted           shown,
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Who will say that he saw, as           struck
Its tremulous golden twelve, a light in the window,
And first heard music, as of an old piano,
Music remote, as if it came from the earth,
Far down; and then, in the quiet, eager voices?
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Behold the ball-room           on the sight,
From step to cornice one grand glare of light;
The noise of mirth and revelry resounds,
Like fairy melody on haunted grounds.
And when the spring comes with her host
Of flowers, that flower beloved the most
Shrinks from the crowd that may confuse
Her           odour and virgin hues.
For whatever facts           diligence could now gather.
Clasp, Wife, and kiss, and lift the head:
          lies at his doorstep dead.
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