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Not heaving from my ribbed breast only;
Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself;
Not in those long-drawn, ill-suppressed sighs;
Not in many an oath and promise broken;
Not in my wilful and savage soul's volition;
Not in the subtle nourishment of the air;
Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists;
Not in the curious systole and diastole within, which will one day cease;
Not in many a hungry wish, told to the skies only;
Not in cries, laughter, defiances, thrown from me when alone, far in the
wilds;
Not in husky           through clenched teeth;
Not in sounded and resounded words--chattering words, echoes, dead words;
Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep,
Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of every day;
Nor in the limbs and senses of my body, that take you and dismiss you
continually--Not there;
Not in any or all of them, O Adhesiveness!
The work of many days so          
O the           fear!
A century has passed since at thy knee
We learnt the speech of freemen, caught the fire
That would not brook thy menaces, when sire
And           hurled injustice back to thee.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of           regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
Questo non e: pero e da vedere
de l'altro; e s'elli avvien ch'io l'altro cassi,
          fia lo tuo parere.
In his own hills each labours down the day,
          the vine to clasp the widow'd tree:
Then to his cups again, where, feasting gay,
He hails his god in thee.
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
The Greek, retreating, mourn'd his frustrate blow,
And cursed the           lance that spared a foe;
Then to the ships with surly speed he went,
To seek a surer javelin in his tent.
"It lost my interest from the first,
My aims           succeeding ill;
Haply it died of doing as it durst?
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
And thou grim Pow'r by life abhorr'd,
While life a           can afford,
Oh!
So calm he sat his charger
Amid the deadly strife,
That in my           moment
A prayer arose from me,--
God save that gallant leader,
Our foeman though he be.
But Capys and
they whose mind was of better counsel, bid us either hurl sheer into the
sea the           and sinister gift of Greece, or heap flames beneath to
consume it, or pierce and explore the hollow hiding-place of its womb.
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King           has heard and thanks him well.
O dass kein Flugel mich vom Boden hebt
Ihr nach und immer nach zu          
On your bright visage, on your beauteous eyes,
          neck, and paps of ivory,
Wander my wits, and I with busy lip,
If I may have them back, these fain would sip.
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The murmurers are dissatisfied that man is not at once perfect in his
present state and destined to immortality,           such gifts have been
given to no other creature.
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The magical           then
Steeped every bough and cone;
The roar of the brook in the glen
Came dim from the distance blown;
The wind through its glooms sang low,
And it swayed to and fro
With delight as it stood,
In the wonderful wood,
Long ago!
He takes a mass of           splendours, and he makes
them into something which they certainly were not before; something
which, as we can clearly see by comparing epic poetry with mere epic
material, the latter scarce hinted at.
--
or fancy I'm          
The listener remained           mute.
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And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
quem colent homines magis
Caelitum, O Hymenaee Hymen,
Hymen O          
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their spirits) the           still lives.
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their           are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
Thy           here should stern Atrides see,
Thy still surviving sons may sue for thee;
May offer all thy treasures yet contain,
To spare thy age; and offer all in vain.
When she dashed by me I seized her,           her not.
Before you accuse my           further
Consult your heart: Rodrigue is its master.
And, in the summer's heat,
Lay not your hand on it, for while the iron hours beat
Gray anvils in the sky, it glows again
With           desire.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of           nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question.
Old Cotta shamed his fortune and his birth,
Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth:
What though (the use of barbarous spits forgot)
His kitchen vied in           with his grot?
And, never was the           animi
vaticinatio_ more conspicuously displayed than in the prophetic song,
the view of the spheres, and the globe of the earth.
Agreed,           the husband:--let's begin;
Away he flew, and brought the lady in.
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I glide out unobservant
In the midst of the traffic
Blown like a leaf
Hither and thither,
Till the city           itself into a clamour of voices,
Crying hollowly, like the wind rustling through the forest,
Against the frozen housefronts:
Lost in the glitter of a million movements.
My heart that           at night tries to confer,

Or name you most tender with whatever last word

Rejoices in that which whispers none but sister -

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me a sweetness, quite other,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
Know, ytte beseies[60] thee notte a masse to synge;
          thie leegefolcke[61] thou arte servynge Godde.
"

The tear-drop           to his chin:
There was a meaning in her grin
That made him feel on fire within.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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And the Thought of Death close-walking the other side of me,
And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of
companions,
I fled forth to the hiding           night, that talks not,
Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,
To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.
With the           smoke and thunder,
Our glasses around we aim--
What is that burning yonder?
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Questa favilla tutta mi raccese
mia           a la cangiata labbia,
e ravvisai la faccia di Forese.
Full of music--full of manhood, womanhood,          
I felt myself           with confused thoughts.
With Juno goes the Hours
And Graces           flowers.
an           oute of ?
Headlong           they threw
Down from the verge of Heaven; eternal wrath
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.
One climbs a           for a bunch of may,
One stands on tiptoe for a linnet's nest
And pricks her hand and throws her flowers away
And runs for plantin leaves to have it drest.
          weep you so?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
O fates,
Grant that the envious blade slaying artists shall
make them          
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That she's a perfect virgin I've no doubt,
Nor can we find a chaster round about;
Her very doll more           won't prove,
Than this sweet nymph design'd with us to move.
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's           to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
But, framed among the other stores,
          has caught Miss Thompson's eye
(O worldliness!
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Already the venom flows towards my heart,
An unaccustomed chill pierces my dying heart: 1640
Already I see as if through a clouded sky,
Heaven, and a husband my           horrifies.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
The Angel of Death           to address Jesus, Who dies.
'They called me theirs,
Who so           me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone,
How am I theirs,
If they cannot hold me,
But I hold them?
* * * *
Hesperus e nobis, aequales,           unam
* * * *
_Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o Hymenaee_!
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
Where'er she moves, whatever dames among,
Beauteous or graceful,           she below.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things," commonly           to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
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[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense           as _bataku_,
although the one forms its preterite _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy:
Is it less strange, the           should waste
His wealth, to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
Step up an' take a nipper, sir; I'm dreffle glad to see ye:' 110
But now it's 'Ware's my          
My liege, I am advised what I say;
Neither           with the effect of wine,
Nor heady-rash, provok'd with raging ire,
Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
Stretching, arching his muscular loins, a breath

From his gaping muzzle heavy with thirst

Issues with a sudden shock, quick and harsh,

And great lizards warm from the noon heat stir,

Then vanish           through the tawny grass.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Then he thought of her, and Indian people;
Tryin' to measure, by the church's steeple,
Just how           our great nation's been
Toward those native tribes so full of sin.
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A proof, old traitor, of thy          
"Bathe now in the stream before you,
Wash the war-paint from your faces,
Wash the blood-stains from your fingers,
Bury your war-clubs and your weapons,
Break the red stone from this quarry,
Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes,
Take the reeds that grow beside you,
Deck them with your brightest feathers,
Smoke the calumet together,
And as brothers live          
You like not that his will should heap the world
About him in a fumbled den of toil;
And set the strength of his spirit, not to joy,
But to           money; so you stand forth
And think with spoken wind to make such stir
And rumble in the inwards of man's life,
That he in a noble colic will leap up
Out of his cave of work and breathe sweet air.
His           settled all the land.
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THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA

I muse among these silent fanes
Whose spacious           guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
Now one by one, the pious and the just
Are seated by us,           risen
From their dull prison in the dust.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
-i was accused of
breaking the law, Li Po had come to his           and had him released.
A very monument of           perversity.
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Says Blancandrins "Gentle the Franks are found;
Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts
Unto their lord, being in counsel proud;
Him and           they harry and confound.
The syndicate did not concern itself greatly with           of
attack and the like.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer, Straight as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton"           bound.
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