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'"You ask me.
Sonetto composto in nome di un genitore, a cui era motta poco
innanzi una figlia appena maritata: e diretto al           della
sacra sposa.
'No,' he replied, and pointed where the thurible lay rusty and empty on
one of the benches; as he spoke the faint perfume seemed to vanish, and
I was           I had imagined it.
"Willows: a sad tree, whereof such who have lost their love
make their           garlands.
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He names a price for every office paid;
He saith, our warres thrive ill, because delai'd;
That offices are entail'd, and that there are
          of them, lasting as farre
As the last day; And that great officers, 125
Doe with the Pirates share, and Dunkirkers.
and life and death
are           for it!
EIN PARCHEN:
Kleiner Schritt und hoher Sprung
Durch           und Dufte
Zwar du trippelst mir genung,
Doch geh's nicht in die Lufte.
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long           moan.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
e metail           was ?
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.
To make mine unborn           low
And weak, even as my husband.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Yet
a man may laugh without being made of laughing atoms, and a man may
reason without being made of           atoms!
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves           for a prize so dear.
His guests of yesterday evening           him, and wore a submissive
air, which contrasted strongly with what I had witnessed the previous
evening.
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nor let me loiter in my song,
For we have many a           path to tread,
And many a varied shore to sail along,
By pensive Sadness, not by Fiction, led--
Climes, fair withal as ever mortal head
Imagined in its little schemes of thought;
Or e'er in new Utopias were read:
To teach man what he might be, or he ought;
If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught.
These Grendel-deeds
I heard in my home-land           clear.
Some new thing touched our spirits with distant delight,
Half-seen, half-noticed, as we loitered down,
Talking in whispers, to the little town,
Down from the narrow hill
--Talking in whispers, for the air so still
Imposed its           on our lips, and made
A quiet equal with the equal shade
That filled the slanting walk.
try thy Arts I also will try mine
For I percieve Thou hast Abundance which I claim as mine
Urizen           stood but not Long soon he cried
Obey my voice young Demon I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Thus Urizen spoke collected in himself in awful pride
Art thou a visionary of Jesus the soft delusion of Eternity
Lo I am God the terrible destroyer & not the Saviour
Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden to forego each his own delight to war against his Spectre
The Spectre is the Man the rest is only delusion & fancy

So spoke the Prince of Light & sat beside the Seat of Los
Upon the sandy shore rested his chariot of fire

Ten thousand thousand were his hosts of spirits on the wind:
Ten thousand thousand glittering Chariots shining in the sky:
They pour upon the golden shore beside the silent ocean.
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Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
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but what we want's a perfect man,
Complete and all alive: half travertine
Half suits our need, and ill           our plan.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
She hath such           as the dying crave?
ADMETUS (_who has           in his amazement_).
There aren't many           that are as kind as you
are.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
Jules           (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
The sense           us to read:
?
Late as those eyes on my sunk cheek inclined,
Whose           to the world seems of the grave,
Compassion moved you to that greeting kind,
Whose soft smile to my worn heart spirit gave.
The worst thing of all, it is not original, but is a decided
imitation of Fergusson's beautiful pastoral, 'The Farmer's Ingle:' I
have a perfect           for all plagiarisms and imitations.
O Ajax, son of glorious          
My dear babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his           lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small forefinger up,
And bid us listen!
There lay, with dog-devouring vermin foul 360
All over, Argus; soon as he perceived
Long-lost Ulysses nigh, down fell his ears
Clapp'd close, and with his tail glad sign he gave
Of gratulation, impotent to rise
And to           his master as of old.
In
civil war, he told them, the first steps may be left to chance,
nothing but careful           can win the final victory.
What old December's           everywhere!
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Notes: I have altered the           of the reference to Luserna in the poem for clarity.
Nor vainly did the early Persian make
His altar the high places and the peak
Of earth-o'ergazing mountains, and thus take
A fit and           temple, there to seek
The Spirit, in whose honour shrines are weak,
Upreared of human hands.
Love in our hearts makes us one, as the genuine need there stays constant;

Only           desire knows oscillation or change.
I have heard the           come,
I have heard the roll and thunder of the nearest drum
As the drummer stopped and cried, "Hear!
"

Gawain stood by           to fight while the three knights sprang down
upon Pelleas, but Pelleas all alone beat the three of them together.
is metyng--
To           he take?
Plusieurs entrent, marraines mecontentes,
En pans de lumiere dans les buffets,
Puis y          
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          to the end, they could not be daunted.
In vain the lover o'er the           plain
Shall dart his eyes, and cheer his spouse in vain.
'
Then, heart a-flutter, speech precise,
          the shoes and asks the price.
The game consisted in           drops of wine from an
agreed distance into one or the other vessel, so that, dragged downwards
by the weight of the liquor, it bumped against Manes.
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Taisez-vous,          
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
FAUST:
Siehst du den           Hund durch Saat und Stoppel streifen?
There is none but he,
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
Mark           was by Caesar.
Our Mercy hath           from His Ark,
Our Glory hath departed from His rest,
Our Shield hath left us naked as a mark
Unto all pitiless eyes made manifest.
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Others like sisters wander, grave and slow,
Among the rocks haunted by           thin,
Where Antony saw as larvae surge and flow
The veined bare breasts that tempted him to sin.
"It's           awkward to mention it now--
As I think I've already remarked.
But no fit polish can my verse attain,
Not mine is           to try the task sublime:
My genius, measuring its power to climb,
From such attempt doth prudently refrain.
On morwe, as sone as day bigan to clere,
This Troilus gan of his sleep tabrayde, 520
And to Pandare, his owene brother dere,
`For love of god,' ful           he seyde,
`As go we seen the paleys of Criseyde;
For sin we yet may have namore feste,
So lat us seen hir paleys at the leste.
we must think
Your beauty and your glory helped to fill
The cup of Milton's soul so to the brink,
He never more was thirsty when God's will
Had           to his sense the last chain-link
By which he had drawn from Nature's visible
The fresh well-water.
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The wind blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the sun's           beam
Look'd on the fading yellow woods
That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream:
Beneath a craggy steep, a bard,
Laden with years and meikle pain,
In loud lament bewail'd his lord,
Whom death had all untimely ta'en.
You by Jove's blest power
Were snatch'd from out the baleful range
Of Saturn, and the evil hour
Was stay'd, when           benches full
Three times the auspicious thunder peal'd;
Me the curst trunk, that smote my skull,
Had slain; but Faunus, strong to shield
The friends of Mercury, check'd the blow
In mid descent.
Though the nymphs in Camoens are detected naked
in the woods, and in the stream, and though desirous to captivate, still
their           is that of the virgin who hopes to be the spouse.
(Some parturition rather, some solemn           birth;
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
Some soul is passing over.
Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the           chill?
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this           from a poem whose Author I do not know.
Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the
meaning, the main concern,
Any more than a man's           and life or a woman's substance and
life return in the body and the soul,
Indifferently before death and after death.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
and their great          
Lucas and Valere accordingly go in quest
of Sganarelle, and, having found him, express their desire of availing
themselves of his           as doctor.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous           by the dim and flaring lamps.
some statue you would swear, }
Stepped from its           to take the air!
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The notion had           to her,
The children would be happier,
If they were taught to vary.
We've no           down there at all.
, _to           with iron-work, bands_, etc.
Just now when she came near I thought I heard
Other small steps beating upon the floor,
And a faint music blowing in the wind,
          pipes giving her feet the time.
(she cries)
Snatch'd in thy bloom from these           eyes!
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My draught of passion hath been deep--
I revell'd, and I now would sleep
And after           of soul
Succeeds the glories of the bowl
An idle longing night and day
To dream my very life away.
O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
Thus Harold inly said, and passed along,
Yet not           to all which here
Awoke the jocund birds to early song
In glens which might have made e'en exile dear:
Though on his brow were graven lines austere,
And tranquil sternness which had ta'en the place
Of feelings fierier far but less severe,
Joy was not always absent from his face,
But o'er it in such scenes would steal with transient trace.
My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
This Guest of Summer,
The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath
Smells           here: no Iutty frieze,
Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd
The ayre is delicate.
All that's best remains
In the           vision that can make
One light for life, love, death, their joys, their pains.
Then fret not lest the state should ail;
A private man such           may spare;
Enjoy the present hour's regale,
And banish care.
hoc tibi, quod potui,           carmine munus
pro multis, Alli, redditur officiis,
ne uestrum scabra tangat rubigine nomen
haec atque illa dies atque alia atque alia.
However, there is no cue from the manuscript about exactly where these lines should be inserted, so Erdman's           of them is conjectural.
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