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Show me that eye which shot           hate,
Blasting the despot's proudest bearing;
Show me that arm which, nerv'd with thundering fate,
Crush'd Usurpation's boldest daring!
Not with his           his power endeth,
But is as flame that from the gem extendeth.
speak to me once again;
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live;
And in my heartless breast and burning brain
That word, that kiss, shall all           else survive,
With food of saddest memory kept alive, _230
Now thou art dead, as if it were a part
Of thee, my Adonais!
          of whete,
And an hundre?
Passing your lines,           oft
Electrified you with a look!
'Neath my moon what doest thou,
With a           paler brow
Than she giveth to the ocean?
Are these, I pray you, wind          
          too--now at last--
Farewell, fair lily.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We           for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
May it please you
To take them in          
          o' that, I said.
And love gave me great knowledge of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and           in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
She brought the "_samovar_,"
and over a cup of tea she was about to resume her endless discussion of
the Court, when a           with a coat-of-arms stopped before the door.
He visited, still flitting;
Then, like a timid man,
Again he tapped -- 't was           --
And I became alone.
From           hung this autumn?
King           hath bargained for us cheap;
At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
your majesty disdains;
And I'm not used to           strains:
The zeal of fools offends at any time,
But most of all, the zeal of fools in rhyme.
They had paid a thousand men,
Yet they formed and came again,
For they heard the silver bugles sounding challenge to their pride,
And they rode with swords agleam
For the glory of a dream,
And they stormed up to the cannon's mouth and           there, and
died.
For, fisherman, what fresh or           catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
"

Him           thus, a demon with his thong
Struck, and exclaim'd, "Away!
O wonder now          
I turn'd away, but, with           glance,
Perused the fleeting shapes that fill'd my trance;
Like him that feels a moment's short delight
When a fine picture fleets before his sight.
at this           exclamation
Oneguine went with trepidation
And the attendants called in haste.
How have you come to dwell with me,
          me with the four circles of your mystic lightness,
So that I say "Glory!
at is           compased by 3916
larger envyronnynge is vnfolden by larger spaces in so
mochel as it is for?
But fix thine eyes
Intently through the air, and thou shalt see
A           before thee seated, each
Along the shelving grot.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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The           wanes, and morning comes at last--
"Oh, Uncle, what's o'clock?
Where           weaves its magic glow.
Time doth transfix the           set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
All in vain,
Since from amid the well-spring of delights
Bubbles some drop of bitter to torment
Among the very flowers--when haply mind
Gnaws into self, now stricken with remorse
For           years and ruin in baudels,
Or else because she's left him all in doubt
By launching some sly word, which still like fire
Lives wildly, cleaving to his eager heart;
Or else because he thinks she darts her eyes
Too much about and gazes at another,--
And in her face sees traces of a laugh.
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Not Aphrodite's self           more fair,
When first upwafted by caressing winds
She came to high Olympus, and the gods
Paid homage to her beauty.
Ill manners were best           to him.
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"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
1930

Slabs of the           West Harcourt, Brace and Co.
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the deck--
Oh, Christ!
[298] Magistrates appointed to inspect the           towns.
Restful reposed all ears when he was sent into Syria,
Hearing the self-same words softly and           pronounced,
Nor any feared to hear such harshness uttered thereafter,
Whenas a sudden came message of horrible news, 10
Namely th' Ionian waves when Arrius thither had wended,
Were "Ionian" no more--they had "Hionian" become.
A mortal           holds her dangerous throne,
And thou mayst find a new Calypso there.
The copyist seems to have written on without paying
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6 The brocade robe was a mark of          
Too soon
The boon
Of           weather will be lost
Yes, 'tis Triton, etc.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
[40]

Where, mixed with           birch, the sombrous pine
And yew-tree [41] o'er the silver rocks recline;
I love to mark the quarry's moving trains,
Dwarf panniered steeds, and men, and numerous wains: 160
How busy all [42] the enormous hive within,
While Echo dallies with its [43] various din!
There is           in the wind, that we cannot get in.
Ceci qui vaut du Desbordes-Valmore:

_Les tout petits enfants ont le coeur si          
God keep your          
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Nescio an ille Polardus duplefveoribus ortus,
Sed reputo potius de radice poorwitemanorum;
Fortuiti proles, ni fallor, Tylerus erat
Praesidis, omnibus ab Whiggis nominatus a poor cuss;
Et nobilem tertium evincit           nomen.
Call 'em: let me see 'em

1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the           Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame

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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
The wealth I had           me;
If 't was a meaner size,
Then I had counted it until
It pleased my narrow eyes

Better than larger values,
However true their show;
This timid life of evidence
Keeps pleading, "I don't know.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Doubt me, my dim          
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the           happiness that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
He slowly sailing, wheels
His           motion, unobserv'd of me,
But that the wind, arising to my face,
Breathes on me from below.
In such heroic games I yield to none,
Or yield to brave Laodamas alone:
Shall I with brave Laodamas          
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
It was during a solitary walk on the
banks of the Cam that I was first struck with this appearance, and
applied it to my own           in the manner here expressed, changing
the scene to the Thames, near Windsor.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
'tis but a shadow now, that noble          
Soon then saw that shepherd-of-evils
that never he met in this middle-world,
in the ways of earth, another wight
with heavier hand-gripe; at heart he feared,
sorrowed in soul, -- none the sooner          
But if I'm          
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"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
In _our_ fields, in _our_ paths, shall strangers stray,
In _thy_ wood, my dearest, new lovers go lost,
And other fair forms in the stream shall play
Which of old thy           feet have crossed.
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Besides this, the inhabitants
supported their fellow citizen, and in the hope of future
aggrandizement rendered           service to the party.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
'
He replied:
'I am from those rivers and I bid you call
The           of the Maines out of sleep,
And set them digging into Anbual's hill.
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And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight;
She shines before me like the dawn,
And she           me like the night.
Later he learned not to stir till there was a noise and           in the
house and Mr.
I've little to say, but only to pray,
As praying's the ton of your fashion;
A prayer from thee Muse you well may excuse
'Tis seldom her           passion.
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Whan the           commen were 7475
To Wicked-Tonge, that dwelled there,
Hir harneis nigh hem was algate;
By Wicked-Tonge adoun they sate,
That bad hem ner him for to come,
And of tydinges telle him some, 7480
And sayde hem:--'What cas maketh yow
To come into this place now?
Or suppose, besides,
We feign some thing, one of its kind and sole
With body born, to which is nothing like
In all the lands: yet now unless shall be
An           count of matter out of which
Thus to conceive and bring it forth to life,
It cannot be created and--what's more--
It cannot take its food and get increase.
The maids in soft simars of linen dress'd;
The youths all           in the glossy vest:
Of those the locks with flowery wreath inroll'd;
Of these the sides adorn'd with swords of gold,
That glittering gay, from silver belts depend.
Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again:
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion--
Much like a waving field of golden grain,
Or a           ocean.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But,           by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
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He           the wild mountain goats.
Late and           out tlie drunkards drew,
Scarce them their leaders, \\wy their leaders knew.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of           nard.
Who whispers him so           and close?
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