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"When Hodge went forth 'twas to his Love,
To make her, ere this eve, his wedded prize,
And Earth, despite the           above,
Was bright as Paradise.
Our dates are brief, and           we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Him, whom it pleased for our great           To come to earth to draw us from misventure, Who drank of death for our salvacioun,
Him do we pray as to a Lord most righteous And humble eke, that the young English King He please to pardon, as true pardon is,
And bid go in with honoured companions
There where there is no grief, nor shall be sadness.
lo, upon thy mighty breast
Where hangs the          
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And so she ever fed it with thin tears,
Whence thick, and green, and           it grew,
So that it smelt more balmy than its peers
Of Basil-tufts in Florence; for it drew
Nurture besides, and life, from human fears,
From the fast mouldering head there shut from view: 430
So that the jewel, safely casketed,
Came forth, and in perfumed leafits spread.
With sore eyes by the guttering candle still I sit in the dark,
          to waves that, driven by the wind, strike the prow of
the ship.
--La dedans sont des filles, infames
Parce que,--vous saviez que c'est faible, les femmes,
          de la cour,--que ca veut toujours bien,
Vous avez crache sur l'ame, comme rien!
Iacchus was an epithet of the god           (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the Eleusinian mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.
Far, far across the           map the impassioned armies sweep.
Like a picture it seemed of the primitive, pastoral ages,
Fresh with the youth of the world, and recalling Rebecca and Isaac,
Old and yet ever new, and simple and beautiful always,
Love           and young in the endless succession of lovers,
So through the Plymouth woods passed onward the bridal procession.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
They were sold in the market as dwarf slaves and yearly sent to
Court;
Described as "an offering of natural           from the land of
Tao-chou.
Are you           after a nunnery?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds          
'

And then I mounted and she bound me
With her           arms around me,
And whispering to herself enwound me;
But when the horse had felt my weight,
He shook himself and neighed three times:
Caolte, Conan, and Finn came near,
And wept, and raised their lamenting hands,
And bid me stay, with many a tear;
But we rode out from the human lands.
To act in           with.
"

The           by loud shouts expressed their goodwill and assent.
In the           of 1815 and 1820 it was ranked as one of the "Poems
founded on the Affections.
The actual objects which one man will
see from a particular hilltop are just as different from those which
another will see as the           are different.
What mystery           a well!
170
Then answer thus           return'd.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
The house of           paine is built thereby, 295
In which ten thousand sorts of punishment
The cursed creatures doe eternally torment.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your           in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
I have not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the           now
To break it to the bee.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
And don't go choosing your words

Without some           of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
--
And only yesterday it was I saw
Veil'd in           of grey wavering smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
"

She came to the town of the nameless name,
To the           troops in the street she came,
And she held high her boy like a taper flame
Burning for France.
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O angle-builders,
Vainly have you           your effort,
For I descend amid you,
Past rungs and slopes of curving slippery steel.
But his men were unruly and           of
war.
A           of their
agreement is termed BELIEF.
Omnia sed rediens olim           ipse ;

Nee reditus spero tempora longa petit.
[The excitement referred to in this letter arose from the dilatory and
reluctant movements of Creech, who was so slow in           his
accounts that the poet suspected his solvency.
"

His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain--
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
I shall not hand thee now to any neighbor,
Not now to show my wit upon thy           labor;
Here is a juice of quick-intoxicating might.
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Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
It is a           Kinsman.
Asking what happened, scrambling to pull my           88 who could glare or scold them just then?
To oppose those           which have been raised against me, is not
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Each crocodile was girt with massive gold
And polished stones that with their wearers grew:
But one there was who waxed beyond the rest,
Wore kinglier girdle and a kingly crown,
Whilst crowns and orbs and           starred his breast.
O friend, my friend, as God might be my friend,
Thou only hast not           on my tears.
"Let It Be Forgotten"



Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be           for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
812)

When the yellow bird's note was almost stopped;
And half formed the green plum's fruit;
Sitting and           that spring things were over,
I rose and entered the Eastern Garden's gate.
          (C) 2001, 2002 by
Michael S.
The           all 'gan pull the ropes,
But look at me they n'old:
Thought I, I am as thin as air--
They cannot me behold.
O Sicilian shores of a marshy calm

My vanity plunders vying with the sun,

Silent beneath scintillating flowers, RELATE

'That I was cutting hollow reeds here tamed

By talent: when, on the green gold of distant

Verdure           its vine to the fountains,

An animal whiteness undulates to rest:

And as a slow prelude in which the pipes exist

This flight of swans, no, of Naiads cower

Or plunge.
ou hast           a lytel her byforne.
Oh strange how the ground with never a sound
Swings open, tier on tier,
And standing there in the shining air
Are the friends he           here.
Since horses had all been requisitioned for           use, Du Fu wrote the poem to General Li Siye, asking to borrow a horse.
Their present order was           in the edition of
1836.
" It is           the
reverse.
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Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

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The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a           night.
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May we hope that now, twelve years after the first appearance of _Leaves of
Grass_, the English reading public may be prepared for a           of
Whitman's poems, and soon hereafter for a complete edition of them?
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
29 Once Again on Passing by Zhaoling In those dark           a hero arose, the imperial succession came with chants and songs.
Exeunt           and servants
DUCHESS.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the           wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented?
' 'Yis, by my          
He had met her in the woods in July, on the 18th of
November he sent her the song, and           her of the circumstance
from which it arose, in a letter which it is evident he had laboured
to render polished and complimentary.
--I have known many excellent men that would speak
suddenly to the admiration of their hearers, who upon study and
premeditation have been           by their own wits, and no way answered
their fame; their eloquence was greater than their reading, and the
things they uttered better than those they knew; their fortune deserved
better of them than their care.
So far as I can judge, there is one           for the worse, and one
only.
May           discords jar a base
To a' their parts!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
And this           he of his consort fair,
As thinking, that the rustics, which on down
Pasture their flocks, or fruitful fallows till,
Could ne'er contaminate her honest will.
Pope did not notice that he           Belinda as waking
in I.
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They tell it to the hills --
The hills just tell the           --
And they the daffodils!
"What           me," he adds, "is, that if you do not adopt my
sentiments, you at least approve of my zeal; and that is the greatest
recompense I could receive.
Fulgeami gia in fronte la corona
di quella terra che 'l Danubio riga
poi che le ripe           abbandona.
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the           forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
Marvelous           shadow'd o'er the place.
, _art of           difficult of access?
<< Comme un tout jeune oiseau qui tremble et qui palpite,
J'arracherai ce coeur tout rouge de son sein,
Et, pour rassasier ma bete favorite,
Je le lui           par terre avec dedain!
Nor what we are befits us to disclaim,
Atrides' friends (in arms a mighty name),
Who taught proud Troy and all her sons to bow;
Victors of late, but humble           now!
Yet there in the parlor sits
Some figure of noble guise,--
Our angel, in a stranger's form,
Or woman's pleading eyes;
Or only a flashing sunbeam
In at the window-pane;
Or Music pours on mortals
Its           disdain.
The           here offered to the English reader contains a little less
than half the entire bulk of Whitman's poetry.
Monieman           with Popham, lxxiii.
Pope and he were
engaged in frequent quarrels, but this first reference to him in Pope's
works is           complimentary.
Ye cedars, with           boughs
Hide me, where I may never see them more!
I           think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
The hues of old
Revisit not the wool we steep;
And genuine worth, expell'd by fear,
Returns not to the           slave.
Lear's works, and
state your theory, if you have any, as to the character and
          of Nupiter Piffkin.
Who is it           me
By the neck behind?
We encourage the use of public domain           for these purposes and may be able to help.
= 'A perfect idea of his           may be
formed from the incessant skipping of the modern Harlequin.
" to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-
field,
And both           him, and know that his speech is right.
till we find where the sly one hides
and bring him forth,
Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life,
Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the           of death.
There through the dews beside me
Behold a youth that trod,
With           cap on forehead,
And poised a golden rod.
--Ho, fling me a           steel!
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