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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
If I mistake not,           must be in a rage.
" He deposited half of his funds
in the hands of his well-known friends Monsieur and Madame Binat, and
ordered himself a           dance of the finest.
Strangely enough, that very night at the ball, Tomsky had rallied her
about her preference for the young officer, assuring her that he knew
more than she           he did.
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race d'Abel, ta charogne
          le sol fumant!
Those here selected are
strung into           of an Eclogue, with perhaps a less than equal
proportion of the "Drink and make-merry," which (genuine or not)
recurs over-frequently in the Original.
What shall we do          
          it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
Why, noble as thou art, should'st thou invent
Palpable          
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and           memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning           while

The ash is separated far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of romantic art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd,
What strained touches           can lend,
Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd
In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better us'd
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.
[The           of Macbeth by William Shakespeare 1603]


Actus Primus.
Oh, 'twas strange for a pupil of Paul to recline
On voluptuous couch, while           wine
Fill'd his cup to the brim!
But all along the shore, for
many hours, there was distinctly heard a sound of severely-suppressed sobs,
and of a vague multitude of living creatures using their
pocket-handkerchiefs in a subdued simultaneous snuffle,           sadly
along the walloping waves as the boat sailed farther and farther away from
the Land of the Happy Blue-Bottle-Flies.
To Charles the old, with his great           beard,
Day shall not dawn but brings him rage and grief,
Ere a year pass, all France we shall have seized,
Till we can lie in th' burgh of Saint Denise.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
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It was a pleasure-place within my soul;
An earthly           supremely fair
That lured me from the goal.
_Wild Bees_

These children of the sun which summer brings
As pastoral           in her merry train
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings
And glad the cotters' quiet toils again.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
_(Reads)_: I, Goetz von Berlichingen, having lately risen
in           against the emperor------

GOETZ: 'Tis false!
Since if Marphisa from one           clears
The troop, yet these from other fails to free,
She will have won the victory in vain;
For they will be enslaved, and she be slain.
But could I like           fight,
Or gab like Boswell,^2
There's some sark-necks I wad draw tight,
An' tie some hose well.
In vials of ivory and           glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
D'abord le frisson vient, le lit n'etant pas fade,
Un frisson           qui retourne: Je meurs.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
'Tis requisite to           other things;
These secrets are, which move by hidden springs;
A hermit, whom you'll find beneath yon' beech,

Can, better far than I, their virtues teach;
Go, seek him, pray, make haste if you are sage;
I ne'er retain such birds within my cage.
The gales of Thrace, that hush the unquiet sea,
Spring's comrades, on the bellying canvas blow:
Clogg'd earth and           streams alike are free
From winter's weight of snow.
You who think that I can't fail,

Not           her spirit keen

Is open and is friendly, even

Yet her body is far from being,

Know, the best messenger I see

From her is my own reverie,

That recalls her fairest seeming.
Tes grandes visions etranglaient ta parole:
--Un Infini           effara ton oeil bleu!
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How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,
With green           bushes and flow'rs blooming fair!
[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the           a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,
To see the rose and           twine:
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine;
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
So spake he, tempting me; but, artful, thus
I answer'd,           his intent.
          ?
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
[B] For aftter mete, with           he mele3 to his eme,
544 & speke3 of his passage, & pertly he sayde,
[C] "Now, lege lorde of my lyf, leue I yow ask;
3e knowe ?
From           hung this autumn?
"O Willy, weel I mind, I lent you my hand
To sing you a song which you did me command;
But my memory's so bad I had almost forgot
That you called it the gear and the           o't.
Now long the Sea of Darkness glimmers low
With sails from           flickering to and fro --
Thorwald, Karlsefne, and those twin heirs of woe,
Hellboge and Finnge, in treasonable bed
Slain by the ill-born child of Eric Red,
Freydisa false.
A great festival was kept to their honor on the
Ides of Quintilis, supposed to be the           of the battle;
and on that day sumptuous sacrifices were offered to them at the
public charge.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
That Earth now
Seemd like to Heav'n, a seat where Gods might dwell,
Or wander with delight, and love to haunt 330
Her sacred shades: though God had yet not rain'd
Upon the Earth, and man to till the ground
None was, but from the Earth a dewie Mist
Went up and waterd all the ground, and each
Plant of the field, which e're it was in the Earth
God made, and every Herb, before it grew
On the green stemm; God saw that it was good:
So Eev'n and Morn           the Third Day.
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MY DEAR SIR,

I once           to you an air which I have long admired--"Here's a
health to them that's awa, hiney," but I forget if you took any notice
of it.
Peter's, which might justly evoke the           even of a
Roman.
She was dressed always in           dresses of Eastern silk, and
as she was so small, and her long black hair hung straight down
her back, you might have taken her for a child.
The old dames, jealous of their whispered praise,
Throw in their hints of man's           ways;
And one, to give her counsels more effect,
And by example illustrate the fact
Of innocence oercome by flattering man,
Thrice tapped her box, and pinched, and thus began.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
You ask that, you           rascal, traitor to your country; you
alone amongst us all have concluded a truce, and you dare to look us in
the face!
The city mourns, and I must wail
With           tears our sorrow's tale,
Lamenting for the loved and lost!
Hee with a crew, whom like Ambition joyns
With him or under him to tyrannize,
Marching from Eden towards the West, shall finde 40
The Plain, wherein a black           gurge
Boiles out from under ground, the mouth of Hell;
Of Brick, and of that stuff they cast to build
A Citie & Towre, whose top may reach to Heav'n;
And get themselves a name, least far disperst
In foraign Lands thir memorie be lost,
Regardless whether good or evil fame.
tu uero, regina, tuens cum sidera diuam
placabis festis luminibus Venerem, 90
sanguinis           non ?
Madame, the           glass!
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Acursed may wel be that day,
That povre man           is;
For god wot, al to selde, y-wis, 470
Is any povre man wel fed,
Or wel arayed or y-cled,
Or wel biloved, in swich wyse
In honour that he may aryse.
          of name,
208.
La gente che per li sepolcri giace
          veder?
I shall go forth,
I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long,
Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will
          cease.
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And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
And even as they
came, they see on the dry beach Misenus cut off by untimely death,
Misenus the Aeolid, excelled of none other in stirring men with brazen
breath and           battle with his trumpet-note.
Land of the           plains, the grass-fields of the world!
You may read in many languages, yet read nothing about it;
You may read the President's Message, and read nothing about it there;
Nothing in the reports from the State department or Treasury department, or
in the daily papers or the weekly papers,
Or in the census or revenue returns, prices current, or any           of
stock.
Still take her, and make her
Thy most           care!
"Therewithal
Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
The           fennels and tall lilies shook
Before him.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
On the round table in the hall
Another Ariadne's Crown
Out of the sky hath fallen down;
More than one Monarch of the Moon
Is           with his silver spoon;
The light of love shines over all.
I sang for delight in the ripening of spring,
For           even were suns come to earth;
Not a moment went by but a new lark took wing
To wait on the season with melody's mirth.
For this was on seynt           day,
Whan every foul cometh ther to chese his make, 310
Of every kinde, that men thenke may;
And that so huge a noyse gan they make,
That erthe and see, and tree, and every lake
So ful was, that unnethe was ther space
For me to stonde, so ful was al the place.
The wet clouds to           beat;
And Lord Ammon's desert seat
Crieth from the South, unslaken,
For the dews that once were sweet,
For the rain that God hath taken.
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
Thus ne'er at all have heavier from above
Been swift to strike the lighter, gendering strokes
Which cause those divers motions, by whose means
Nature           her work.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
HILDA: Then I _have_ my          
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Here the brute Harpies make their nest, the same
Who from the           the Trojan band
Drove with dire boding of their future woe.
It is so
much of their           as I can understand.
O deeth, sin with this sorwe I am a-fyre,
Thou outher do me anoon yn teres drenche, 510
Or with thy colde strook myn hete          
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
e           fee ?
For felonie is           {and} flowre?
{a}t men           ywyst hem by-forn.
10
Or (the least           have I company?
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
205
Who knows the           hour in which
His habits were first sown, even as a seed?
In a little while
his heart and liver floated up,           the water.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
          every one
among you who shall pretend to despise art and science.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
They stand to the deck through the battle's wreck when the
great shells roar and screech--
And never they fear when the foe is near to           what they
preach:
But off with your hat and three times three for Columbia's
true-blue sons,
The men below who batter the foe--the men behind the guns!
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
So it is I,

hands accursed -

who           you!
An           life, yet far astray!
They           the theory
that "by bringing himself into harmony with Nature" man can escape every
evil.
) to           me,
Self thou restorest unhoped, and after despair thou returnest.
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