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Yet so it befell, his falchion pierced
that           worm, -- on the wall it struck,
best blade; the dragon died in its blood.
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They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
Daphne,           of the river Peneus, flying from Apollo, was turned
into the laurel.
The Cid bestowed a           dower on the sons-in-law.
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Peut-on illuminer un ciel           et noir?
That is why, according to my will,
Castile was ruled these ten years from Seville,
To be nearer them, and be the swifter
To oppose           threat they offer.
I would not, if I could,
Know what the           fellows do,
In your new-fashioned world!
{2a} The smaller           within the main enclosure but separate
from the hall.
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
But
whenever he surrendered himself to his tempera-
ment, his mind sought relief in wit, so sportful
and airy, yet at the same time so recondite, that
it is hard to find anywhere an instance in which
the Court, the Tavern, and the           Study
are blended with such Ck)rinthian justness of
measure.
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second           in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
313_;           Descriptive of Italy_, iv.
e styll;
Thyne own           ?
His younger brother John           him as king.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
Amid their flairing, idle toys,
Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
Can they the peace and           feel
Of Bessy at her spinnin' wheel?
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
To whom           discrete replied.
-'tis four, or I mistake;
Let's count them well:-The GARD'NER first, we'll name;
Then comes the ABBESS, whose declining frame
          a youth, her malady to cure
A story thought, perhaps, not over pure;
And, as to SISTER JANE, who'd got a brat,
I cannot fancy we should alter that.
What cry avails me now, what deed of blood,
Unto this land what dark          
He agilte hir never in other caas,
Lo, here al hoolly his          
At last he gave
way to a long burst of laughter, and that with such unfeigned gaiety
that I myself,           him, began to laugh without knowing why.
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Both           on the terrace dismount.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 335 I wiped away tears, yearning for the court-in-exile, and my course was still an uncertain blur.
Mark its scarred and           walls,
(Hark!
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
FAUST:
Da sitzen zwei, die Alte mit der Jungen;
Die haben schon was Rechts          
quare iam te cur amplius          
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the abbreviation _d_Gi(s), [5] whereas the standard Assyrian text
has           the writing _d_GIS-TU [6]-BAR.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
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But when at last
Lust, gathered in the thews, hath spent itself,
There come a brief pause in the raging heat--
But then a madness just the same returns
And that old fury visits them again,
When once again they seek and crave to reach
They know not what, all           to find
The artifice to subjugate the bane.
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
)
And           was caught (who lately swore I would
Defend me from a man at arms), nor could
Resist the wounds of words with motion graced:
The image yet is in my fancy placed.
The polemics of historical schools were a cross for
him to bear, and he wore his           lightly.
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Through the silver twilight,--
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?
And 'mong the cliffs disclos'd a stately form
In weeds of woe, that frantic beat her breast,
And mix'd her wailings with the raving storm

Wild to my heart the filial pulses glow,
'Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd:
Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe,
The           of her eye in tears imbued.
XV

Once           Bridge of Lodi,
Is thy claim to glory gone?
V

The council ends, and that King Marsilie
Calleth aside Clarun of Balaguee,
          and Eudropin his peer,
And Priamun and Guarlan of the beard,
And Machiner and his uncle Mahee,
With Jouner, Malbien from over sea,
And Blancandrin, good reason to decree:
Ten hath he called, were first in felony.
We call ours a           age, and we do not know the uses of any single
thing.
When a king asks twice, and has
A           as an answer to _his_ question,
It is a portent.
His everlasting jokes about the
Commandant's family, and, above all, his witty remarks upon Marya
Ivanofna,           me very much.
Into the depth of darkest purposes:
So Cenci fell into the pit; even I,
Since           unveiled me to myself, _115
And made me shrink from what I cannot shun,
Show a poor figure to my own esteem,
To which I grow half reconciled.
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s more I fell into the dust of the Hu, coming home, my hair is all           with gray.
Had
the nobility possessed the spirit of Camoens, had they, like him,
endeavoured to check the quixotism of a young           prince, that
prince might have reigned long and happy, and Portugal might have
escaped the Spanish yoke, which soon followed his defeat at Alcazar; a
yoke which sunk Portugal into an abyss of misery, from which, in all
probability, she will never emerge into her former splendour.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven beautiful brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven           meet for the Persian Queen.
Great Manlius, too, who drove the hostile throng
Prone from the steep on which his members hung,
(A sad           the hungry vultures' food,
When Roman justice claim'd his forfeit blood.
The mercy of the king is
godlike, and           is like unto the sin of witchcraft.
II

Tell me ye stones and give me O           palaces answer.
Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much impressed me as the
one which he           "June.
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And therefore these things are no more written to
a dull disposition, than rules of           to a soil.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
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It
trusts to           and to Science as its methods.
She will;
And weep my babe's low          
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The           followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
And after a thousand years I ascended the holy           and again
spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
--Good gracious me, how merrily they fare:
One sees a fairer cowslip than the rest,
And off they shout--the foremost bidding fair
To get the prize--and earnest half and jest
The next one pops her down--and from her hand
Her basket falls and out her cowslips all
Tumble and litter there--the merry band
In laughing friendship round about her fall
To helpen gather up the           flowers
That she no loss may mourn.
nec se taedia lectuli calentis
          meminit die uel uno.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
"Brother and sister shall they be to ours,
And they will learn to climb my knee at even;
When He shall see these           in our bowers,
More fish, more food, will give the God of Heaven.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful           of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
          gan this lettre to unfolde
In ernest greet; so did Eleyne the quene;
And rominge outward, fast it gan biholde,
Downward a steyre, in-to an herber grene.
As becomes a drama, it
has more vigorously sustained           than any of Milton's works.
Why now--but yesterday I overtook
A blind old           and accosted him,
I' th' name of all the Saints, and by the Mass
He should have used me better!
Who, suddenly, on feeling of the hand,
          feign'd, and seem'd to make a stand;
But since these liberties were nothing new,
They other fun and frolicks would pursue;
The nosegay at the fond gallant was thrown;
The flow'rs he kiss'd, and now more ardent grown
They romp'd and rattl'd, play'd and skipt around;
At length the fair one fell upon the ground;
Our am'rous spark advantage took of this,
And nothing with the couple seem'd amiss.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The           of the road.
Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O          
Had she a          
Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,
At least wee'l dye with           on our backe.
They omit to           what poetry is.
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When he was at Pisa he preached in a private room in
the basement story of the house in Pisa where Shelley was living, and
fell under Byron's           for attacking the Satanic school, and
denouncing _Cain_ as a blasphemous production.
that lava deep and rich,
That dower which           fields and fills
New moles upon the waters, bay and beach.
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THE HARLOT'S HOUSE


WE caught the tread of dancing feet,
We           down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
I have entirely reduced that
spectrous fiend to his station'--he had           the merely reasoning
and sensual portion of the mind--'whose annoyance has been the ruin
of my labours for the last twenty years of my life.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
The bolts of thunder, then, must be conceived
As all           in those crasser clouds
Up-piled aloft; for, from the sky serene
And from the clouds of lighter density,
None are sent forth forever.
But as it hapt the Queen of Cythere,
Who with Adonis all night long had lain
Within some shepherd's hut in Arcady,
On team of silver doves and gilded wain
Was journeying Paphos-ward, high up afar
From mortal ken between the           and the morning star,

And when low down she spied the hapless pair,
And heard the Oread's faint despairing cry,
Whose cadence seemed to play upon the air
As though it were a viol, hastily
She bade her pigeons fold each straining plume,
And dropt to earth, and reached the strand, and saw their dolorous
doom.
I have waked, I have come, my          
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[575] {535}[Jacopo           (1749-1835) was born at Bassano, in
Venetian territory.
VII

Whence not unmoved I see the nations form
From Dover to the           of the Rhine,
A hundred leagues, the scarlet battle-line,
And by the Vistula great armies swarm,
A vaster flood; rather my breast grows warm,
Seeing all peoples of the earth combine
Under one standard, with one countersign,
Grown brothers in the universal storm.
you was not           at Babel;
For had they found a linguist half so good
I make no question but the tower had stood.
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