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3 Yan Wu was the Supervising           ( jishi zhong) in the Chancellery; Du Fu?
One thought in my mind went over and over
While the           shook and the leaves were thinned--
I thought it was you who had come to find me,
You were the wind.
"That grave ye've heard of, where the four roads meet,
Where walks the spirit in a winding-sheet,
Oft seen at night, by strangers passing late,
And           neighbours that at market wait,
Stalking along as white as driven snow,
And long as one's shadow when the sun is low;
The girl that's buried there I knew her well,
And her whole history, if ye'll hark, can tell.
" Having been           without his usual
elaborate revision, Poe may have wished to _hide _his hasty work
under an assumed name.
--The clepsydra was a kind of
water-clock; the other vessel is           to it, because of the liquid in
it.
Þā wæs           here-spēd gyfen,
65 wīges weorð-mynd, þæt him his wine-māgas
georne hȳrdon, oð þæt sēo geogoð gewēox,
mago-driht micel.
Nay, how could I, torn
From thee, live on, I and my babes          
The two are           things in most men's eyes.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
          of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
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And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
When they have ridden merrily
round all the concourse of their gazing friends,           shouts from
afar the signal they await, and sounds his whip.
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
Such the ungentle sport that oft invites
The Spanish maid, and cheers the Spanish swain:
          in blood betimes, his heart delights
In vengeance, gloating on another's pain.
SCENE: A wild,           tract of open country; broken rocks and brushwood
occupy the centre of the stage.
All fame is foreign, but of true desert;
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart:
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy           exiled feels,
Than Caesar with a senate at his heels.
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming           in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
is it proper or
not, O Crito, to be          
Quoth he, "The she-wolf's litter
Stand           at bay:
But will ye dare to follow,
If Astur clears the way?
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The peasant blithely goes
To labour in his sledge forgot,
His pony sniffing the fresh snows
Just manages a feeble trot
Though deep he sinks into the drift;
Forth the _kibitka_ gallops swift,(48)
Its driver seated on the rim
In scarlet sash and sheepskin trim;
Yonder the           lad doth run,
Placed in a sledge his terrier black,
Himself transformed into a hack;
To freeze his finger hath begun,
He laughs, although it aches from cold,
His mother from the door doth scold.
Let the           body rest!
Thy           is he,
Earth's Pope,--he hails thee, child!
Here, too, the men that mend our village ways,
Vexing Macadam's ghost with pounded slate,
Their nooning take; much noisy talk they spend
On horses and their ills; and, as John Bull
Tells of Lord This or That, who was his friend,
So these make boast of           long 270
With famous teams, and add large estimates,
By competition swelled from mouth to mouth.
The ancestral temples are still in ashes, 16 ruler and           all shed tears.
"The result we proceed to divide, as you see,
By Nine-Hundred-and-Ninety-and-Two:
Then subtract Seventeen, and the answer must be
Exactly and           true.
Some few           beautiful
lines, however, I cannot pass over.
, from Lightning_, in 1751, and in
June, 1752, "the           kite was flown.
LXVI

If I should cast off this           coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant,--
What then?
"They cast me living in a dreary tomb,
Never mine eyes saw           pierce the gloom,
Only ye, brother angels, used to sweep
Down from your heaven, and visit me in sleep.
Then           a torrent of laughter and cheers:
Then the ominous words "It's a Boo--"

Then, silence.
]

Were the idea untrue, it would still be a           dream, which a man of
genius might be content to live in and die for: but is it untrue?
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
Sounded the charge seven           trumpets,
Great was the noise through all that country went.
try our           Director:
Michael S.
that all I saw hast kept
Safe in a written record, here thy worth
And eminent           come to proof.
Thus our terrestrial glories fade away,
Our triumphs pass the pageants of a day;
Our fields exchange their lords, our           fall,
And thrones are wrapt in Hades' funeral pall
Yet virtue seldom gains what vice had lost,
And oft the hopes of good desert are cross'd.
Can I punish the father of          
THE TOMBS IN           ABBEY.
"
Then by the rule that made the horse-tail bear,
I pluck out year by year, as hair by hair,
And melt down ancients like a heap of snow:
While you to measure merits, look in Stowe,
And           authors by the year
Bestow a garland only on a bier.
THE           AND THE SUGAR-TONGS.
But it's the           big
figgur that I ave, for the rason o' which all the ladies fall in love
wid me.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
"I will equip you as ourang-outangs,"           the dwarf; "leave all
that to me.
Timely wise accept the terms,
Soften the fall with wary foot;
A little while
Still plan and smile,
And,--fault of novel germs,--
Mature the           fruit.
O father, mock not at a public fear,
But tell us, is this pendent hell in heaven
A harm to          
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
Straight yonder, where           makes his prayer!
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The Danes themselves were           called the "Ring-Danes," =
clad in ringed (or a ring of) armor, or possessing rings.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er liegt in Padua begraben
Beim           Antonius
An einer wohlgeweihten Statte
Zum ewig kuhlen Ruhebette.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the           Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the           of my heart is tied?
IO

For what           do these pains atone?
,           like metal_: acc.
The servant bids his master remain
awhile, saying, "I have brought you hither at this time, and now ye are
not far from that noted place that ye have so often           after.
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With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
         
The door is yet ajar;
From           star to southern star,
O ye who count and ye who delve,
Come in--before my clock strikes twelve!
All you on the numberless islands of the           of the sea!
The question seems too small
For one who holds the _word_ so very cheaply,
Who, far removed from shadows all,
For           alone seeks deeply.
It           if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
The husband           could himself contain,
So anxiously he wished his aim to gain.
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
_

SHE IS SO FIXED IN HIS HEART THAT AT TIMES HE           HER STILL ALIVE,
AND IS FORCED TO RECALL THE DATE OF HER DEATH.
He is using the language
of a           earlier date, of his own youth, when travels and far
countries were much in his imagination.
FOLEY

[Sidenote: 1917-1918]

O'Leary, from Chicago, and a first-class fightin' man,
For his father was from Kerry, where the gentle art began:
          Dennis P.
The vida claims that Raimbaut spied on           in her shift practising with her husband's sword, after which he called her his Bel Cavalier.
          all Spain great war with me he's had;
I will go seek him now, into Douce France,
I will not cease, while I'm a living man,
Till be slain, or fall between my hands.
The pent-up anguish of the loyal wife,
The sobs of those who, nearest in this life,
Still hold him closely in the life beyond;--
These first, with threnody of           fond.
--this murder wove and planned;
For me, an infant yet in swaddling bands,
Of the three children youngest, Atreus sent
To banishment by my sad father's side:
But Justice brought me home once more, grown now
To manhood's years; and           tho' I was,
My right hand reached unto the chieftain's life,
Plotting and planning all that malice bade.
But yours, for our great Captain Christ,
To know the sweat of agony,
The           of Gethsemane,
In anguish for these souls unpriced.
Or will he touch me with his searing hand,
And leave a black           on the sand?
[1]

_("A quoi bon entendre les          
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
_All insert_ now           doth.
Brutus with the knife,
Rienzi with the fasces, throb beneath
Rome's stones,--and more who threw away joy's fife
Like Pallas, that the beauty of their souls
Might ever shine untroubled and entire:
But if it can be true that he who rolls
The Church's thunders will reserve her fire
For only light,--from           bowls
Will pour new life for nations that expire,
And rend the scarlet of his papal vest
To gird the weak loins of his countrymen,--
I hold that he surpasses all the rest
Of Romans, heroes, patriots; and that when
He sat down on the throne, he dispossessed
The first graves of some glory.
          in one ?
Lav'd by the Red Sea gulf, Socotra's bowers
There boast the tardy aloe's           flowers.
he darts full in face on Niphaeus' four-horse chariot;
before his long strides [573-608]and           cry they turned in terror
and dashed back, throwing out their driver and tearing the chariot down
the beach.
So Dagon shall be magnifi'd, and God, 440
Besides whom is no God, compar'd with Idols,
Disglorifi'd, blasphem'd, and had in scorn
By th' Idolatrous rout amidst thir wine;
Which to have come to pass by means of thee,
Samson, of all thy           think the heaviest,
Of all reproach the most with shame that ever
Could have befall'n thee and thy Fathers house.
Farewell,           brave!
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
plus in amore ualet           uersus Homero:
carmina mansuetus lenia quaerit Amor.
Dear brother Noll, I plead against          
Then said the fat-faced curate, Edward Bull:
"God made the woman for the use of man,
And for the good and           of the world".
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And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
Being about to return to his
invisibility, he assigned various           to his three sons.
," read to a society after the President of the Academy had
introduced him as "the most           of our young lyrists.
The well-beloved are           then.
Such the           sport that oft invites
The Spanish maid, and cheers the Spanish swain:
Nurtured in blood betimes, his heart delights
In vengeance, gloating on another's pain.
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: For the original title of this poem,--as           in 'The
Morning Post and Gazetteer',--see the note to the previous poem.
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