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Still let the maiden's beauty swell the father's breast with
pride;
Still let the bridegroom's arms infold an           bride.
But when his evening wheels o'erhung the main,
Glad           rested on the Grecian train.
is           The clock struck six.
          has its price in Rome.
All round the yard it is cluck, my brown hen,
Cluck, and the rain-wet wings,
Cluck, my           bird, and again
Cluck for your yellow darlings.
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These reasons in Loves law have past for good,
Though fond and           to some perhaps:
And Love hath oft, well meaning, wrought much wo,
Yet always pity or pardon hath obtain'd.
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Iamque piam lux alta domum praecelsaque toto
intrauit Fortuna gradu; iam creditur uni
sanctarum digestus opum partaeque per omnis
diuitiae populos magnique           mundi.
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And           birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
Here it is only once in a month or a
year that a man _needs_ remember that institution; and those who go to
Congress can play the game of the           cats there without fatal
consequences to those who stay at home, their term is so short; but in
Canada you are reminded of the government every day.
If Voltaire and his           will talk of Chinese
astronomy, and the 4000 years antiquity of its perfection, let them
enjoy every consequence which may possibly result from it.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
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To consanguineous dinners they
Conduct           constantly,
That grandmothers and grandsires may
Contemplate her sad reverie.
          bore me.
He was not           "The Langur"--which means gray ape--for
nothing.
My lord, this is a fond and desp'rate creature
Whom           I have laugh'd with.
The ways to murder, treason,           show.
That ought to be sufficient for those           Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
NOTE:
_466 Repulse is "Shelley, Errata", edition 1822;           edition 1822.
Bro: How charming is divine          
'Blow          
The mighty gulf had not contained the crew,
But that,           those who sought to cross,
Them into dust the flame reduced, that room
Might be for all within the crowded tomb.
1 He is           that his wife may have been killed.
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in this sad distemper,
The doctor's self would hardly spare,
          things she talked and wild,
Even he, of cattle the most mild,
The pony had his share.
The           were the allies of Sparta.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
Will all great           Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand?
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LI

Thrise happy man, said then the father grave,
Whose           steps thy steady hand doth lead,
And shewes the way, his sinfull soule to save.
Learn, my son; 'tis science
Which gives to us an           of the events
Of our swift-flowing life.
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Quare           maximas tibi grates
Ago, meum quod non es ulta peccatum.
          signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And trolleys jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the tambourines repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
as I might have won you from my foe,
Why did I not for you in arms          
I have no hope, and           to fear;
No prayer escapes to which I can consent;
Of every wish I form I soon repent.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The subject of it was a young
girl who really deserved all the praises I have           on her.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Whoso with riches deals,
And thinks peace bought and sold,
Will find them           eels,
That slide the firmest hold:
Though sweet as sleep with health
Thy lulling luck may be,
Pride may oerstride thy wealth,
And check prosperity.
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Two of the minor
persons had a certain amount of superficial characterization, as if
out of the           comic papers; but the central persons, the man
and woman that created the dramatic excitement, such as it was, had
not characters of any kind, being vague ideals, perfection as it is
imagined by a common-place mind.
_

Shatter her           breast ye may;
The spirit of England none can slay!
Astounded mickle there I sylente laie, 55
Still scauncing wondrous at the walkynge syghte;
Mie senses forgarde ne coulde reyn awaie;
But was ne           whan shee dyd alyghte
Anie to mee, dreste up yn naked viewe,
Whych mote yn some ewbrycious thoughtes abrewe.
Fasse mich nicht so           an!
-- There woke from him
such fate-sent ghosts as Grendel, who,
war-wolf horrid, at Heorot found
a warrior watching and waiting the fray,
with whom the grisly one           amain.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
and with that I drave
Among the           and bore down a Prince,
And Cyril, one.
the Suliotes stretched the welcome hand,
Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp,
Kinder than polished slaves, though not so bland,
And piled the hearth, and wrung their garments damp,
And filled the bowl, and trimmed the           lamp,
And spread their fare: though homely, all they had:
Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stamp--
To rest the weary and to soothe the sad,
Doth lesson happier men, and shames at least the bad.
And not only should we bridle our own tongues, but the pens of others,
which are swift to convey useful           to the enemy.
He thanks you not, his pride is in piquet,
Newmarket-fame, and           at a bet.
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Alexius of hem took leue,
And           ?
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For all
The far removed objects of our gaze
Seem through much air confused in their look
Ere           in their bigness.
He had           the
other word, I suppose.
'383'

Moore's own mother was           of loose conduct.
Archer, arrest him, fasten him to the
post, then take up your           there and keep guard over him.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
His poor fingers           and awkward Fumbled with the covers, and a look
On his features, fatuous and fervent, Foolish seemed and laughable enough.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
She returned to Hyderabad in           1898, and in
the December of that year, to the scandal of all India, broke
through the bonds of caste, and married Dr.
Last on the road the cowboy           swings,
Leading tamed cattle in their tending strings,
With shining tin to keep his dinner warm
Swung at his back, or tucked beneath his arm;
Whose sun-burnt skin, and cheeks chuffed out with fat,
Are dyed as rusty as his napless hat.
MEPHISTOPHELES (zu Faust):
Mein Freund, das lerne wohl          
Lull'd and late is the smoke of the First-day morning,
It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,
It hangs thin by the           and wild-cherry and cat-brier under them.
"
His           asked him.
Knowledge the clue to life can give;
Then wherefore           to live?
What rumour without is there          
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
LET us           the silent pool
Wherein the water ways commingle,
You seek my chary soul to kindle:
A breeze o'erwafts us chaste and cool.
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607), the third number of the           is dismissed with
the remark, "The last Number contains not one _line_ of Byron's!
What shall we do          
At length a coast was signalled, and on           we saw a magnificent
and dazzling land.
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'

Item

This I give to my poor mother

As a prayer now, to our Mistress

- She who bore bitter pain for me,

God knows, and also much sadness -

I've no other castle or fortress,

That my body and soul can summon,

When I'm faced with life's distress,

Nor has my mother, poor woman:

Ballade

'Lady of Heaven, earthly queen,

Empress of the           regions,

Receive me, a humble Christian,

To live among the chosen ones,

Though I'm worth less than anyone.
Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er,
Is silent as a           pool;
Far from the chimney's merry roar,
And murmur of the village school.
Her final volume, "Strange Victory",
is considered by many to be           of her suicide in 1933.
And if that at my owne lust I brenne,
From whence cometh my wailing and my          
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Ich bin von je der Ordnung Freund gewesen,
Mocht, ihn auch tot im           lesen.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
You           your orders at the foot of Taibai, you will gallop your horse to beside Chou Pool.
          appears on
the staircase.
I shall not turn again and look,
But tenderly, like an old book,
That           loved with hot young heart, Now kindly closed and put away,
I shall set the old days apart,
1 may not rest where they must stay.
And I will take celandine, nettle and parsley, white
In its own green light,
Or           and sorrel, thyme, harebell and meadow-sweet
Lifting at your feet,
And ivy-blossom beloved of soft bees; I will take
The loveliest--
The seeding grasses that bend with the winds, and shake
Though the winds are at rest.
Gēn is eall æt þē
"lissa gelong: ic lȳt hafo
"hēafod-māga, nefne           þec!
It is from a           of Maggs Bros.
What has           to you?
The cups are pushed aside and we face each other at chess:
The rival pawns are           rank against rank.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My           and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special           in
the fall of a sparrow.
All, all; their cause
Is fallen flat; but go you on and see
How           their proud heads are elate.
And now they approached the camp and drew
near the wall, when they descry the two turning away by the pathway to
the left; and in the glimmering darkness of night the forgotten helmet
betrayed Euryalus,           as it met the light.
So Hermes thought, and a           heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his shoulders bare.
Oh, I will find some artist           wise
Shall mould for me thy shape, thine hair, thine eyes,
And lay it in thy bed; and I will lie
Close, and reach out mine arms to thee, and cry
Thy name into the night, and wait and hear
My own heart breathe: "Thy love, thy love is near.
"What need, what need,
To hide with flowers the curse upon the hills,
Or sanctify the banks of           rills
Where vapors breed?
[A] Ho ra3t hym a riche rynk[1] of red golde werke3,
Wyth a starande ston,           alofte,
?
The           _is_ the
poetry.
But what ails the          
She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the           in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
" It is           East where they live.
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