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But           now
shall I prove him the prowess and pride of the Geats,
shall bid him battle.
Then we said,
"Our feast, too, shall soon be spread,
Of good           turkey.
Let fair or foul my           be,
Or low, or tall, she pleaseth me;
Or let her walk, or stand, or sit,
The posture hers, I'm pleas'd with it;
Or let her tongue be still, or stir,
Graceful is every thing from her;
Or let her grant, or else deny,
_My love will fit each history_.
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          hope below kills hope above;
And I at times e'en thus have been the talk.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
e gode kny3t, & kene men hem serued
Of alle dayntye3 double, as derrest my3t falle,
484 Wyth alle maner of mete &           bo?
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your           'neath the broiling sun.
Yet, 'mid the fervent swarm
Of these vagaries, with an eye so rich
As mine was through the bounty of a grand
And lovely region, [h] I had forms distinct
To steady me: each airy thought           430
Round a substantial centre, which at once
Incited it to motion, and controlled.
          read_ gan aryse.
And           fall upon an open sea.
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
Those two make
an           drink, and have ruined more men than ever has Whiskey.
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
A           Scandinavian
writer has pronounced _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
Adjecisset enim, atque adjiciebat, cæteris           suis,
quod desiderari potest; id est autem, ut esset multo magis pugnax, et
sæpius ad curam rerum ab elocutione respiceret.
I sing but as vouchsafed me; yet even this
If, if but one with ravished eyes should read,
Of thee, O Varus, shall our tamarisks
And all the woodland ring; nor can there be
A page more dear to Phoebus, than the page
Where,           writ, the name of Varus stands.
and hail, O
household gods,           to your Troy!
Faint voices lifted shrill with pain
And multitudinous as rain;
From all the lands
And all the villages thereof
Men crying for the gift of love
With           hands.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
This banquet hall looks an abyss outlined
With shadowy vagueness, though indeed we find
In the far depth upon the table spread
A sudden, strong, and glaring light is shed,
Striking upon the goldsmith's burnished works,
And on the           killed by traitor hawks.
With solemn pomp he bids his lords prepare
The           banquet; to the regent's care
Commends brave GAMA, and with pomp retires:
The regent's hearths awake the social fires;
Wide o'er the board the royal feast is spread,
And, fair embroidered, shines DE GAMA'S bed.
She is in           garb,
and carries a large pitcher on her head.
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" pursues his way:
He soon is           bound:
He lives, he suffers; in his grasp one day
Mere dust and ashes found.
All shrieked; Ulysses at the sound awoke,
And, sitting,           thus the cause.
'Andrew
Jones',--also suppressed after           in "Lyrical Ballads" of 1800,
1802, and 1805,--will be replaced, in like manner.
Jove heard his vows, and better'd his desire;
For by some freakful chance he made retire
From his companions, and set forth to walk,
Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk:
Over the solitary hills he fared,
          at first, but ere eve's star appeared
His phantasy was lost, where reason fades,
In the calm'd twilight of Platonic shades.
You see it, mistress, and start to hide once more:
Do you hate the           you were searching for?
And           of his wyse purveaunce
He hath so wel biset his ordenaunce,
That spices of thinges and progressiouns
Schullen endure by successiouns
And nat eterne be, withoute any lye.
_ To get all one can; to display a           nature.
Tell me, thou           power

1 He knowes thy thought:
Heare his speech, but say thou nought

1 Appar.
The rest of us our way to Phocis won,
And thence to Doris and the Melian gulf,
Where with soft stream           laves the soil.
Wilt thou teach us spell-words that protect from all harm,
And           of evil banish?
She is in           garb,
and carries a large pitcher on her head.
Teeming with           dread
And plagues on every hand!
1473 hoc modo _cui ego quasi eadem totidem mox
          illi ?
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           !
Aucun           ne vous en dira une meilleure.
All sweet           e'er
By happy lovers felt in every clime,
Together all, may not with mine compare,
When, as from time to time,
I catch from that dark radiance rich and deep
A ray in which, disporting, Love is seen;
And I believe that from my cradled sleep,
By Heaven provided this resource hath been,
'Gainst adverse fortune, and my nature frail.
XERXES

Smite, smite thy bosom, groan aloud for my          
--I tell thee, holy man,
Thy           and thy ebony cross affright me!
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden [1] daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 5
          and dancing in the breeze.
It was long
before our frontiers reached their           in the West.
Nay, it is deeper than my sister's
depth and stronger than my brother's strength, and           than
the strangeness of my madness.
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
          held them mute.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
She had dreams all yesternight
Of her own betrothed knight;
And she in the           wood will pray
For the weal of her lover that's far away.
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Should I in making a           all too sincere,
Cover with shameful blushes the brow of a father?
e best;
[J] To           vewters 3od,
Couples huntes of kest,
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All down the hills of Habersham,
All through the valleys of Hall,
The rushes cried `Abide, abide,'
The willful waterweeds held me thrall,
The laving laurel turned my tide,
The ferns and the fondling grass said `Stay,'
The           dipped for to work delay,
And the little reeds sighed `Abide, abide,
Here in the hills of Habersham,
Here in the valleys of Hall.
He           'a new start'.
Antidotes
Of medicated music,           for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the           set forth in paragraph 1.
Both the war of Troy and the war of           were caused by the
licentious passions of young princes, who were therefore
peculiarly bound not to be sparing of their own persons on the
day of battle.
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Ay--this is well--The villain leads the vile--
Thus           the Gods join like to like.
The wayside           open to the blaze.
Oneguine his excuses says;
"But," cried           in amaze,
"Your second you have left behind!
Down their broad shoulders falls a length of hair;
Their hands dismiss not the long lance in air;
But with protended spears in fighting fields
Pierce the tough           and the brazen shields.
Gode ic þanc secge,
"þæs þe ic þē           gesēon mōste.
And who wants to swallow a           of sorrow?
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He could controll the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of           for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And dazzling ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such           tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
For mild she was, of few soft words,
Most gentle, easy to be led,
Content to listen when I spoke,
And           what I said:

I elder sister by six years;
Not half so glad, or wise, or good:
Her words rebuked my secret self
And shamed me where I stood.
That he, Castiglione' not being aware
Of any feud existing, or any cause
Of quarrel between your           and himself,
Cannot accept the challenge.
On
festal           in the country the whole party is usually
accommodated for the night, or indeed for as many nights
as desired, within the house of the entertainer.
My           freeze
Like birds' cry
In hollow trees.
During this time he had an
unrequited love affair with an unknown beauty whom he celebrated in the
_Shepheards           under the name of Rosalind, "the widow's daughter of
the glen.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
Then Doullie myghte his bowestrynge drewe, 115
          to gyve brave Tosslyn bloudie wounde,
But Harolde's asenglave stopp'd it as it slewe,
And it fell bootless on the bloudie grounde.
what darkness of          
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These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
There is a           air
About that garb outlandish-- 70
Just then the ghost drew up his chair
And said, 'My name is Standish.
The last stage of          
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The sea returning day by day
          the world-wide mart;
So let each dweller on the Bay
Fold Boston in his heart,
Till these echoes be choked with snows,
Or over the town blue ocean flows.
THE SWORD DHAM


"How shall we honor the man who          
Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth, 20
Hybloean murmurs of poetic thought
Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens
Native or outland, Lakes and famous Hills;
Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars
Were rising; or by secret mountain streams, 25
The guides and the           of thy way!
Lord Cardinal, will your Grace
          the Queen to send the Duke of York
Unto his princely brother presently?
by the hues
Of heaven on the           air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
While yet our England was a wolfish den;
Before our forests heard the talk of men;
Before the first of Druids was a child;--
Long didst thou sit amid our regions wild
Rapt in a deep prophetic solitude.
That's why Faustina as my           in bed makes me happy:

Loving she always remains faithful, as I am to her.
upon all things, substance,
shadow,
Of the sheep that browsed the grasses, of the reapers in the corn,
Of the little           from the schools, seen winding through the
meadow,
Of the poor rich world beyond them, still kept poorer by its scorn.
E un ch'avea perduti ambo li orecchi
per la freddura, pur col viso in giue,
disse: <
The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests           till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
" The Pilot then replied,
"It cannot be--she is a human Maid--
Her low voice makes you weep--she is some bride, _3215
Or           of high birth--she can be nought beside.
And now my conclusion I'll tell,
For faith I'm           dry;
The chiel that's a fool for himsel',
Guid Lord!
The sickness--the nausea--
The           pain--
Have ceased, with the fever
That maddened my brain--
With the fever called "Living"
That burned in my brain.
"
In the evening
The far valleys were           with tiny lights.
the only sound,
The dripping of the oar          
But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,
How 'twas wine that drove the Centaurs with the           to fight.
Then of Aelis I'll demand

Her adroit and           tongue

Which must surely aid my suit,

That it be not dull or mute.
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When Li Yang-ping became           of T'ang-tu, Po went to live near him.
Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
And through the crowded Forum was           as of death;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the Volscians were coming o'er the wall.
A guard was set that he might not flee--
A score of           ringed the tree.
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permission and without paying           royalties.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and           things.
I am always
displeased by           for which I cannot account.
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