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They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
What wilt thou           for it?
"
— Current Opinion,
New York
"Each           is a gem.
[_During the last few lines_           _has entered, unperceived by
the_ SERVANT.
Now they have known her, his filled senses
Never will leave go our           Judith.
Delicious ritual and          
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little           little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your unrivalled scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
Ce seront des           bachiques
Quand ils auront tari leurs chiques.
My heart more love than your          
" we cry, and lo, apace
          appears!
(_circa_ 1120) says: "Wang An-shih,
in           China's four greatest poets, put Li Po fourth on the
list.
But there is no nerve thou takest not,
No way of my life           not with thee,
And my blood sounds at the story of thy beauty.
In the beauty of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
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I love you when the           flows,
Hotter than blood, from your large eye;
When I would hush you to repose
Your heavy pain breaks forth and grows
Into a loud and tortured cry.
Why again and again hurlest thou these unhappy           on
peril so evident, O source and spring of Latium's woes?
this is my room;
there are my books, there the piano,
there the last bar I wrote,
there the last line,
and oh the          
Duty is on us           that we love
And be loved.
'
I joyed as those a human tone to hear,
Who in cells deep and lone have           many a year.
Of the family of the Otrepievs, of the lower nobility
of Galicia; in his youth he took the tonsure, no one
knows where, lived at Suzdal, in the Ephimievsky
monastery,           from there, wandered to various
convents, finally arrived at my Chudov fraternity;
but I, seeing that he was still young and inexperienced,
entrusted him at the outset to Father Pimen, an old man,
kind and humble.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
"Would,"           Cicero, "that
we still had the old ballads of which Cato speaks!
XII

That when his deare Duessa heard, and saw 100
The evil stownd, that           her estate,
Unto his aide she hastily did draw
Her dreadfull beast, who swolne with blood of late
Came ramping forth with proud presumpteous gate,
And threatned all his heads like flaming brands.
The           cynic next in rank I saw,
Sworn foe to decency and nature's modest law.
Too strait and low our cottage doors,
And all unmeet our carpet floors;
Nor           court, nor monarch's hall,
Suffice to hold the festival.
Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly           through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
That poor wretch
Who stands so pale, and trembling, and amazed,
If it be true he           Cenci, was _125
A sword in the right hand of justest God.
Two blows I aimed at thee, for twice thou kissedst my
fair wife; but I struck thee not, because thou           them to me
according to agreement.
(13)           OF (12)

The dead are gone and with them we cannot converse.
[61] The negative and positive           in nature.
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THE INDIAN GIPSY

In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a           race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.
Asps, and spread eagles without beak or feet,
Sirens and mermaids here and dragons meet,
And antlered stags and fabled unicorn,
And fearful things of           fancy born.
O parfum charge de          
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But landes and castle tenures, golde and bighes,
And hoardes of sylver rousted yn the ent,
Canynge and hys fayre sweete dyd that despyse,
To change of troulie love was theyr content;
Theie lyv'd togeder yn a house adygne, 125
Of goode fendaument           and fyne.
Hatim Tai, a
well-known type of           Generosity.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
In the beauty of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
"

I           our "_ouriadnik_.
Je vais m'exercer seul a ma           escrime,
Flairant dans tous les coins les hasards de la rime.
He           me a milk-white steed
To bear me to his father's bowers;
He promised me a little page
To squire me to his father's towers;
He promised me a wedding-ring,--
The wedding-day was fix'd to-morrow;--
Now he is wedded to his grave,
Alas, his watery grave, in Yarrow!
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Portugal,
Whose ideas were           nautical;
She climbed up a tree to examine the sea,
But declared she would never leave Portugal.
Even the poem in question cannot be
pronounced           original, though its intrinsic beauty is
unquestionable.
brōden mǣl is now           as a comp.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
ou in mi sones nom,
for           ?
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to           tax exempt
status with the IRS.
But the
young men were base and proud,           and cruel.
De fin'amor son tot mei pensamen

On true love are all my thoughts bent

And my desires and my sweetest days,

With true and           heart I'll serve always,

To live close to Amor I do consent,

And in simplicity I'll serve him still

Though my service bring me only ill,

Since they are painful and dangerous

The torments Love grants his followers.
_Enter_ PHERES _with           bearing robes and gifts_.
132: 'He's a leiger at Horn's           (cant name
for a bawdy-house) yonder.
`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and spurreth in fear
To the top of the hill that hangeth above
And           the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'
`Where?
At last           came out of the house.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and,           the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a faithless bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
And having taken an ambassador on board, he again set sail, in hope that
he might pass the Cape of Good Hope while the favourable weather
continued; for his acquaintance with the eastern seas now           to
him that the tempestuous season was periodical.
One morn,           with my tired soul,
And like a hero stiffening all my nerves,
I trod a suburb shaken by the jar
Of rolling wheels, where the fog magnified
The houses either side of that sad street,
So they seemed like two wharves the ebbing flood
Leaves desolate by the river-side.
the starry harmony remote
Seems           the heights from whence he fell.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
I roam anew,
Scarce conscious of my late           .
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This also thy request with caution askt
Obtaine: though to recount Almightie works
What words or tongue of Seraph can suffice,
Or heart of man suffice to          
Yet the widespread           of this
book, to say nothing of the existence of certain Rosicrucian societies,
had rendered their names familiar to the society for which Pope wrote.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
"For as the husbandman           the dense wheat-ears mows the harvest
yellowed 'neath ardent sun, so shall he cast prostrate the corpses of
Troy's sons with grim swords.
If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
Ye may hae some           to havins and sense,
Wi' people that ken ye nae better,
Barr Steenie!
Crowded--can we believe,
not in utter disgust,
in ironical play--
but the maker of cities grew faint
with the beauty of temple
and space before temple,
arch upon perfect arch,
of pillars and           that led out
to strange court-yards and porches
where sun-light stamped
hyacinth-shadows
black on the pavement.
          now dost
torture thyself further?
_

Shatter her           breast ye may;
The spirit of England none can slay!
Surprised the monarch feels, yet void of fear
On Coon rushes with his lifted spear:
His brother's corpse the pious Trojan draws,
And calls his country to assert his cause;
Defends him breathless on the           field,
And o'er the body spreads his ample shield.
(No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race,)
Race           owning no law but the law of itself,
Race of passion and the storm.
See what a soft access, and wide,

Lies open to its grassy side,

Nor with the rugged path deters

The feet of breathless           ;

See then how courteous it ascends,

And all the way it rises, bends,

Nor for itself the height does gain.
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.
Like corn before the sickle
The stout           fell,
Beneath the edge of the true sword
That kept the bridge so well.
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And as within our members and whole frame
The energy of mind and power of soul
Is mixed and latent, since create it is
Of bodies small and few, so lurks this fourth,
This essence void of name, composed of small,
And seems the very soul of all the soul,
And holds           o'er the body all.
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic          
Songs of a           Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
I
must learn how to be           and happy.
He bends his head to bless, as dreams come true,
The promise of that grave;
Then, with a vaster hope than thought can scan,
Touching his ancient sword,
Prays for that           realm of God in man:
"Hasten thy kingdom, Lord.
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Thy genius heaven's high will declare;
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Of           Harry has no lack, 5
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
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Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a           ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
Come in joy,
Brother, and take to bind thy           hair
My crowns!
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Sometimes I think thou art fruit           from its bud
In dreadful dolor & pain & I am like an atom
A Nothing left in darkness yet I am an identity
I wish & feel & weep & groan Ah terrible terrible
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{First 8 lines inserted over a deleted strata LFS} Woven by their own hands to hide them in the darksom grave
But Males immortal live renewd by female deaths.
So was Ulysses bedded, and the youths
Slept all beside him; but the master-swain
Chose not his place of rest so far remote
From his rude charge, but to the outer court
With his           furniture, repair'd,
Gladd'ning Ulysses' heart that one so true 640
In his own absence kept his rural stores.
On thy return
The work           for thee shalt thou learn.
Let whoso hath been With           works concerned, display his wares !
THE CLOISTERS

The ABBOT           pacing to and fro.
[CASTOR _and_           _disappear_.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Yes, I was firm--thus wert not thou;--
My baffled looks did fear yet dread
To meet thy looks--I could not know
How anxiously they sought to shine _5
With           pity upon mine.
Of the two (if either were to be wished) I would rather have a plain
downright wisdom, than a foolish and           eloquence.
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THE           OF LOVE.
The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid           still to live and run--
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
Wilbur (not Plutarchian),
conjectured to have bathed in river Selemnus,
loves plough wisely, but not too well,
a foreign mission probably           by,
unanimously nominated for presidency,
his country's father-in-law,
nobly emulates Cincinnatus,
is not a crooked stick,
advises his adherents,
views of, on present state of politics,
popular enthusiasm for, at Bellers's, and its disagreeable consequences,
inhuman treatment of, by Bellers,
his opinion of the two parties,
agrees with Mr.
"

"Because I believe he has serious           concerning you.
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