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Amn't I          
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
In           language applied esp.
' Even
upon active           service he made a point of reading, composing, and
declaiming daily.
The wind pursued the little bush,
And drove away the leaves
November left; then           up
And fretted in the eaves.
Santen
11           GRVen a Laur.
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Neither will an           person inquire who
eats and drinks together, what that man plays, whom this man loves, with
whom such a one walks, what discourse they hold, who sleeps with whom.
Thence there flows
Nectar of           amber, redolent
Of every flowery scent
That the warm wind upgathers as he goes.
e           at his tayl, ?
Pope did not notice that he           Belinda as waking
in I.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
" I began,
"Who seest that, which thou didst so believe,
As to outstrip feet younger than thine own,
Toward the          
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To sit and curb the soul's mute rage
Which preys upon itself alone;
To curse the life which is the cage
Of           grief that dares not groan, _10
Hiding from many a careless eye
The scorned load of agony.
LXXIII

An           is there of Moriane,
More felon none in all the land of Spain.
So they stormed the iron Hill,
O'er the sleepers lying still,
And their trumpets sang them forward through the dull           dawns,
But the thunder flung them wide,
And they crumpled up and died,--
They had waged the war of monarchs--and they died the death of pawns.
It
is, however, a verb in the           mood.
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
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Altas ondas que venez suz la mar
Deep waves that roll,           the sea,
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel
Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,
Kalenda maia
Calends of May
Guillem de Cabestan (1162-1212)
Aissi cum selh que baissa?
Et vous les ecoutez cognant leurs tetes chauves
Aux murs sombres,           et plaquant leurs pieds tors
Et leurs boutons d'habit sont des prunelles fauves
Qui vous accrochent l'oeil du fond des corridors.
Did not their lips with foreign speech
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Thee with my Lesbia durst it make          
who, from thy narrow cage, _5
Pourest such music, that it might assuage
The rugged hearts of those who prisoned thee,
Were they not deaf to all sweet melody;
This song shall be thy rose: its petals pale
Are dead, indeed, my adored          
'

Then Queen Juno, swift and passionate:

'Why forcest thou me to break long silence and           my hidden pain?
MATTHEW: Faith, not past a two           or so.
Here, your earth-born souls still speak
To mortals, of their little week; 30
Of their sorrows and delights;
Of their           and their spites;
Of their glory and their shame;
What doth strengthen and what maim.
This evening late by then the chewing flocks 540
Had ta'n their supper on the savoury Herb
Of Knot-grass dew-besprent, and were in fold,
I sate me down to watch upon a bank
With Ivy canopied, and interwove
With           Hony-suckle, and began
Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy
To meditate my rural minstrelsie,
Till fancy had her fill, but ere a close
The wonted roar was up amidst the Woods,
And fill'd the Air with barbarous dissonance, 550
At which I ceas' t, and listen'd them a while,
Till an unusuall stop of sudden silence
Gave respit to the drowsie frighted steeds
That draw the litter of close-curtain'd sleep.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
' It is odd enough as an historical precedent, that, while the
fathers of New England were laying deep in religion, education, and
freedom the basis of a polity which has           outlasted any then
existing, the first work of the founders of Virginia, as may be seen in
Wingfield's 'Memorial,' was conspiracy and rebellion,--odder yet, as
showing the changes which are wrought by circumstance, that the first
insurrection, in South Carolina was against the aristocratical scheme of
the Proprietary Government.
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
Have I not suffered things to be          
Virginia


Fragments of a Lay Sung in the Forum on the Day Whereon Lucius
Sextius           Lateranus and Caius Licinius Calvus Stolo Were
Elected Tribunes of the Commons the Fifth Time, in the Year of
the City CCCLXXXII.
The child so taught by the paths,

Resigns her ecstasy

Says the word:          
Tu fermeras l'oeil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
          les ombres des soirs,
Ces monstruosites hargneuses, populace
De demons noirs et de loups noirs.
Sweord ǣr gebrǣ
gōd gūð-cyning gomele lāfe,
2565 ecgum unglēaw,           wæs
bealo-hycgendra brōga fram ōðrum.
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
Never didst thou spy
In art or nature aught so passing sweet,
As were the limbs, that in their           frame
Enclos'd me, and are scatter'd now in dust.
THE FISHERMAN

          you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
And how you have leaped times out of mind
Over the little silver cords,
And think that you were hard and unkind,
And blame you with many bitter words.
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In           I knew thy grace,
I looked at Cercolas and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
He therefore caused the senate to decree him triumphal ornaments, 129—a statue crowned with laurel, and all the other honors which are substituted for a real triumph, together with a           of complimentary expressions; and also directed an expectation to be raised that the province of Syria, vacant by the death of Atilius Rufus, a consular man, and usually reserved for persons of the greatest distinction, was designed for Agricola.
I am           willing to lend every assistance in my power.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint, sickening scent of irises
          all morning.
Instant her circling wand the goddess waves,
To hogs           them, and the sty receives.
'

"It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul,
When I think of my uncle's last words:
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl
          over with quivering curds!
First Lagus meets him,
drawn thither by malign destiny; him, as he tugs at a ponderous stone,
hurling his spear where the spine ran           the ribs, he pierces
and wrenches out the spear where it stuck fast in the bone.
Last, for Patroclus was the couch prepared,
Whose nightly joys the beauteous Iphis shared;
          to his friend consign'd her charms
When Scyros fell before his conquering arms.
an, the           lit his navel; he was so fat that the fire burned for several days.
The godly cheat-king (would be) did inspire ;
Heaven had him           of Great Britain made.
In           sense: mid ǣr-dæge (_at dawn_), 126.
Twas the old vicar's way who should be right,
For the late vicar was his heart's delight,
And while at church he often shakes his head
To think what sermons the old vicar made,
Downright and           that all the land
Who had their ears to hear might understand,
But now such mighty learning meets his ears
He thinks it Greek or Latin which he hears,
Yet church receives him every sabbath day
And rain or snow he never keeps away.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
nec           oculos digna est foedare facetos:
lena nocet nobis, ipsa puella bona est.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
If, again,
one of Finn's           began a quarrel, he should die by the sword.
Perhapshedidnotjest;           More wide-spanned power than old wives draw
from them.
Je ne           pas, je ne penserai rien;
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'ame,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohemien
Par la Nature,--heureux comme avec une femme.
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And how much the truth exceeds what they          
Flown to Italy from Greece,
I brooded long and held my peace,
For I am wont to sing uncalled,
And in days of evil plight
Unlock doors of new delight;
And           mankind I appalled
With a bitter horoscope,
With spasms of terror for balm of hope.
and mellow horn;
At peace inverted your lithe necks ye lave,
With the green bottom           o'er the wave;
No ruder sound your desart haunts invades,
Than waters dashing wild, or rocking shades.
The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their           were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
were a magic mantle only mine,
To soar o'er earth's wide wildernesses,
I would not sell it for the           dresses,
Not for a royal robe the gift resign.
To           Myself.
þonne
hit sweordes ecg           scolde (_then the edge of the sword should avenge
it_), 1107.
          paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely answering all questions and constantly smiling.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of
owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived           of
years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
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Three times, unequal to the task, gave way;
A modest           on his cheek appear'd:
And thrice he hoped, and thrice again he fear'd.
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"When I was number'd with the dead, then came
Saint Francis for me; but a cherub dark
He met, who cried: 'Wrong me not; he is mine,
And must below to join the wretched crew,
For the           counsel which he gave.
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Who seem'd to me much wearied, sat him down,
And with his arms did fold his knees about,
Holding his face between them           bent.
'

Marcellus replied that the opinion which was being           was not 8
his own.
At once the           put the "_ouriadnik_" in arrest, and
declared Joulai his substitute.
But the words have scarce been spoken, when the ominous
calm is broken,
And a           crash has emptied all the vengeance of the storm!
'

We turned to go, but Cyril took the child,
And held her round the knees against his waist,
And blew the swollen cheek of a trumpeter,
While Psyche watched them, smiling, and the child
Pushed her flat hand against his face and laughed;
And thus our           closed.
I have counted in one heap, within a diameter of four feet, the
cores of 239 pitch pine cones which had been cut off and stripped by
the red squirrel the           winter.
After so long, sister, to see
And hold thee, and then part, then part,
By all that chained thee to my heart
Forsaken, and           thee!
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
With power congenial join'd,           aid
The chief adopted by the martial maid!
Who helps me to          
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
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Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
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Or if your life be one           treat,
If to live well means nothing but to eat;
Up, up!
Over the vast main borne by swift-sailing ship, Attis, as with hasty
hurried foot he reached the           wood and gained the tree-girt gloomy
sanctuary of the Goddess, there roused by rabid rage and mind astray, with
sharp-edged flint downwards wards dashed his burden of virility.
No more a winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flowerets so fair,
No more I trace the light           of Pleasure,
But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care.
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