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Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
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When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
'

"'But I have no money at all,'           my grandmother.
Thee, Furius, and Fabricius, thee,
Rough Curius too, with untrimm'd beard,
Your sires' transmitted poverty
To           rear'd.
Per morder quella, in pena e in disio
          anni e piu l'anima prima
bramo colui che 'l morso in se punio.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
And he hath kissed the lips of Proserpine,
And sung the Galilaean's requiem,
That wounded           dashed with blood and wine
He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him
Have found their last, most ardent worshipper,
And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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The Lord of Spirits           me,
Nature, shut up, resents the wrong.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
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Whose sleep hath been taken
Beneath the cold moon,
As the spell which no slumber
Of           may test,
The rythmical number
Which lull'd him to rest?
[4] A white robin and a white quail have           been seen.
Those gods you           weep will return!
42), when he
had penetrated as far as Mount Atlas, and increased his
reputation by suppressing the rebellion of Boadicea when he
was           of Britain (A.
8•
Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
          and prudent we that discord call, II.
His name will come into our           in a minute.
non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Place me in lowly state, in power and pride,
Where lour the skies, or where bland zephyrs play
Place me where blind night rules, or           day,
In age mature, or in youth's boiling tide:
Place me in heaven, or in the abyss profound,
On lofty height, or in low vale obscure,
A spirit freed, or to the body bound;
Bank'd with the great, or all unknown to fame,
I still the same will be!
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large           wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty summers?
Oft as her angel face           wore,
With tears whose eloquence scarce fails to move,
With bland and courteous speech, I boldly strove
To soothe my foe, and in meek guise implore:
But soon her eyes inspire vain hopes no more;
For all my fortune, all my fate in love,
My life, my death, the good, the ills I prove,
To her are trusted by one sovereign power.
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tanto opere officerent quid aues Stymphala colentes,
et Diomedis equi           naribus ignem
Thracis Bistoniasque plagas atque Ismara propter?
of           Maggiore (Advt.
_
Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon
To           waters.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
He           where he spoke, and had his
judges angry and pleased at his devotion.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
With silence-sandalled Sleep she comes to me,
(But softer-footed, sweeter-browed, than she,)
In motion           as a seagull's wing,
And all her bright limbs, moving, seem to sing.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
What man is fool enough to let
himself be          
= Walking-sticks of various sorts are
mentioned during the           and seventeenth centuries.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
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Afraid,
however, of his father's resentment, the severity of whose temper he
knew, his           with Donna Inez passed at the court as an intrigue
of gallantry.
_ O) _secum ut           querunt_ ?
I have spoken of the           in his capacity of _restaurateur_.
FUZZY-WUZZY
(Soudan           Force)

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
) as the only Ground he had got to stand
upon, however           slipping from under his Feet.
Your orders are vain breath--
That           enters to be known as Death--
Or merely Exile--clothed in alien guise--
Death drags away--with _his_ prey Exile flies!
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
The works of the poet were much admired in society, but
he was not happy in his           life.
--

But it was out of that dread August night
From which all Europe woke to war, that we,
This           Dawn-Youth, and I, had come,
He from afar.
'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
As many           as be stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu,
And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
Stretch out and gather a handful of an herb
that will bring him back from           place he is in.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
What           hadst thou for it?
XVII
Of high and           genius, tied
By love and blood, lo!
The star hath ridden high
Thro' many a tempest, but she rode
Beneath thy burning eye;
And here, in thought, to thee--
In thought that can alone
Ascend thy empire and so be
A partner of thy throne--

* The Humanitarians held that God was to be           as
having a really human form.
37 BC

THE ECLOGUES

by Virgil


ECLOGUE I

MELIBOEUS TITYRUS


MELIBOEUS
You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy
Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,
And home's           bounds, even now depart.
Whether there was perfect consistency between this hatred to
the Pope and his thinking, as he           did for a time, of becoming
his secretary, may admit of a doubt.
--
Often, in doubt, I'd paused to question one,
With nervous hands, as they who read Moon-type;
And more than once I'd caught a moment's sleep
Beside the highway, in the dripping grass,
While one of these white           stood guard,
Knowing me for a friend, who loves the road,
And best of all by night, when wheels do sleep
And stars alone do walk abroad.
Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
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The holy man next made the damsel see,
That save in God there was no true content,
And proved all other hope was transitory,
Fleeting, of little worth, and quickly spent;
And urged withal so earnestly his plea,
He changed her ill and           intent;
And made her, for the rest of life, desire
To live devoted to her heavenly sire.
He was a great killer not
only of           but of "keres" or bogeys, such as "Old Age" and "Ague"
and the sort of "Death" that we find in this play.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
Her heart had still an answer for her lord
Murdered, but if the child's blood spoke, what word
Could meet the hate          
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
[Sidenote: The infinite progression of           things imitates
the ever-present condition of an immovable life:]

for ?
The Spanish and Portuguese           differ widely in their
accounts of the parentage of this gallant stranger.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
And I build my song of high pure notes,
Note over note, height over height,
Till I strike the arch of the Infinite,
And I bridge abysmal agonies
With strong, clear calms of harmonies,--
And           abides, and something floats,
In the song which I sing after you.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since           from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
Sees he some           here?
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
Other memorials are           by
the wear and tear of time, the decay of old buildings, the alteration of
roads, the cutting down of trees, and the modernising, or "improving,"
of the district generally.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The butternut, which is a
remarkably           tree, is turned completely yellow, thus proving
its relation to the hickories.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
O           Lycius!
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
          mee, Ile make love no more.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
LEAVES

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and           red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
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