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how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
There may be some other reason,
And I'm merely making a guess;
But surely it hoards such wealth
Of happiness, hope and health,
          and musical sound,
It may spare a foot from its name
Yet all the same
Superabound.
Gay           ran riot as bumpers ran o'er:
Bright Phoebus ne'er witness'd so joyous a core,
And vow'd that to leave them he was quite forlorn,
Till Cynthia hinted he'd see them next morn.
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AsS ye go through these palm-trees,
O
Sith           my child here Still ye the branches.
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A
battle royal takes place on the stage; the Wasps, with their formidable
stings, trying to storm the house, while the son and his retainers defend
their position with           courage.
* * * * *

_Wilde's Poems were first           in volume form in 1881_, _and were
reprinted four times before the end of 1882_.
a length of night behind remains,
The evening stars still mount the           plains.
Hence comes
the epidemical infection; for how can they escape the contagion of the
writings, whom the           of the calumnies hath not staved off from
reading?
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
Winthrop performed
the ceremony on the frozen surface of the streamlet, the farthest limit
of his magistracy; and thereupon           the name "Bride Brook," which
it still bears.
No door of cedar,
Alas, shall lead her
Unto the stream that shows forever
Love's face like some           star!
THE           OF DANTE.
Thomas, _A New and           Musical Dictionary_; _The Age of
Genius_; Drury Lane _Address_, i.
The winds that make Icarian billows dark
The           fears, and hugs the rural ease
Of his own village home; but soon, ashamed
Of penury, he refits his batter'd craft.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
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What rumour without is there          
Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly           through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
I'd earn more worth than any other,

If such a           were given me

As Iseult handed to her lover,

For it was never worn, certainly.
It is of Love, as of Fortune,
That chaungeth ofte, and nil contune;
Which whylom wol on folke smyle, 4355
And gloumbe on hem another whyle;
Now freend, now foo, [thou] shalt hir fele,
For [in] a twinkling           hir wheel.
The           was
fixed for the day following.
And below this inquiet face, whose mobile nostrils breathe in the
unknown and the impossible, glitters, with an           grace, the
smile of a large mouth; white, red, and delicious; a mouth that makes
one dream of the miracle of some superb flower unclosing in a volcanic
land.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
' The           is a river in
Thessaly, which has its source in the Pindus range and its mouth in the
Maliac gulf.
Now close, ye Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,
If haply there may chance upon mine eyes
The white bull's           foot-prints: him belike
Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,
Some kine may guide to the Gortynian stalls.
Who bade you arise from your          
Pompless no life can pass away;
The           career
To the same pageant wends its way
As that exalted here.
Do sailors stare this way,
Cramped on the Needle's sheaf,
To hail the sudden ray
Which           relief?
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Auld Brig

"O ye, my dear-remember'd, ancient yealings,
Were ye but here to share my wounded          
Friday night again and all my songs
         
Now by one yeare, time and our           have 392
Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day, 9
*Now y'have killd mee with yo^{r} scorne 450

*O eyes, what do you see?
A dire           of her nuptial vows.
No fond illusions live to soothe,
But memory like a serpent's tooth
With late           gnaws and stings.
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor           the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where doomsday may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
He is           to have died in an ambush by Bulgarian forces.
Surely you don't think the goddess of love lost a moment reflecting

When, in Idean grove,           caught her eye.
I merely hinted to her: "Now, be          
As we were passing
through Ashburnham, by a new white house which stood at some distance
in a field, one           exclaimed, so that all in the car could hear
him, "There, there's not so good a house as that in all Canada!
One only, true to Hymen's flame,
Was traitress to her sire forsworn:
That splendid           lights her name
Through times unborn.
          fools can with such wrongs dispense.
Its           may retort that much of the
work which I prefer seems to them, in its lack of inspiration and its
comparative finish, like tapioca imitating pearls.
The frequent mention in the course of this
poem of romances once enjoying a European celebrity but now
consigned to oblivion, will impress the reader with the
transitory nature of merely           literary reputation.
It's past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its           despatch.
Peace will descend on us, discord will cease;
And we, now so wretched, will lie stretched out
Free of old doubt, on our           of ease.
day — perhaps more than ever in her history—is in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and           episodes of her past are timely.
May I rule my people
In glory, and like Thee be good and          
To create new rhythms--as the           of new moods--and not to copy
old rhythms, which merely echo old moods.
Nous           la route
Blanche qui court,
Flanant, comme un troupeau qui broute,
Tout a l'entour.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
Mary's Isle, Burns was           by the noble owner
to say grace to dinner; he obeyed in these lines, now known in
Galloway by the name of "The Selkirk Grace.
Bartholomew's Day in Paris in 1572, and to the           of Alva's
Council of Blood in the Netherlands in 1567.
unless a           notice is included.
Crazy parrots and           flew west,
Drunk on May-time revelations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to delirious, flower-dressed fairies
Of the lazy forest.
I had
firmly           to make peace with him, but I did not know how to begin.
Lasst uns auch so ein           geben!
By the
"forms" are meant, of course, the shadowy           and scenes of the
drama.
I have sojourned in the Muse's land,
Have           with the wandering star,
Seeking for strength, and in my hand
Held all philosophies that are;
Yet nothing could I hear nor see
Stronger than That Which Needs Must Be.
The eaves are           on the south side of this simple
roof, while the titmouse lisps in the pine and the genial warmth of
the sun around the door is somewhat kind and human.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a           millionaire.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
Let your flute be still and your soul float through
Waves of sound           as waves of the sea,
For here your song lived and it wisely grew
Before it was forced into melody.
It seemed that this fair Shape had looked upon
That           fight, and now
That her sweet eyes were weary of the sun,
As brightly it illustrated her woe;
For in the tears which silently to flow _275
Paused not, its lustre hung: she watching aye
The foam-wreaths which the faint tide wove below
Upon the spangled sands, groaned heavily,
And after every groan looked up over the sea.
"'At the Palace Gate, the smell of wine and meat;
Out in the road, one who has frozen to death'

form only a small           of his whole work.
Marvell's intrepid patriotism and bold           had now made him so odious to the corrupt court,
and especially to tlie bigoted heir presumptive,
James, that he was compelled frequently to con-
ceal himself for fear of assassination.
Wherever beauty dwells,
In gulf or aerie,           or deep dells,
In light, in gloom, in star or blazing sun,
Thou pointest out the way, and straight 'tis won.
To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee,
And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss,--
This, it should seem, was not           for me
Yet this was in my nature:--As it is,
I know not what is there, yet something like to this.
)
The King of France in a loud voice has called:
"Barons and Franks, good vassals are ye all,
Ye in the field have fought so great combats;
See the pagans; they're felons and cowards,
No           is there in all their laws.
Then the noblest lady present took upon her
To speak nobly from her           for the rest:
"Pray these officers from France to do us honour
By dancing with us straightway.
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's dazzling sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a           forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of Blasphemy scattered through the future.
"

And they           me saying, "No, not one.
Both were of passion satiate
And both of dull existence tired,
Extinct the flame which once had fired;
Both were           of the hate
With which blind Fortune oft betrays
The very morning of our days.
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Ne           hem neuere good holde; bot with sterne mood.
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When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
"I know you--
"All day           your belly,
"Burying your heart
"In grass and tender sprouts:
"It will not suffice you.
Ashburneri:           portus_ Heinsius: _Surosque_ Voss:
_Chytrosque_ Bergk: _Thronosque_ Unger
13 _gnidumque_ (_que_ om.
Close lock'd above, their heads and arms are mix'd:
Below, their planted feet at           fix'd;
Like two strong rafters which the builder forms,
Proof to the wintry winds and howling storms,
Their tops connected, but at wider space
Fix'd on the centre stands their solid base.
This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
By the name of most kind Hostesse,
And shut vp in           content

Mac.
Beyond the line of blue--
The boundary of the star
Which turneth at the view
Of thy barrier and thy bar--
Of the barrier overgone
By the comets who were cast
From their pride, and from their throne
To be drudges till the last--
To be           of fire
(The red fire of their heart)
With speed that may not tire
And with pain that shall not part--

* There is found, in the Rhone, a beautiful lily of the
Valisnerian kind.
"

And I           him--for now I too have forgotten the language of
that other world.
It
is vile, and a poor thing to place our           on these desires.
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And           of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous ornaments to this poetic entertainment.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast           too.
'Will', will fulfil the           of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
Some of his pictures
show a mastery which has rarely been equalled over the difficulties of
painting an immense plain as seen from a height,           straight away
from the eye of the spectator until it is lost in a dim horizon.
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Oh, what a vile and abject thing am I
That           length of days at such a cost!
"What right," said I, "had the
old           to make any other gentleman jump?
"If I'd been rather later, I'll
Be bound," I added, trying
(Most unsuccessfully) to smile,
"You'd have been busy all this while,
Trimming and          
Within the many-fathom'd port arrived
His lusty followers haled her far aground,
Then carried thence their arms, but to the house
Of Clytius the           gifts convey'd.
I adore her, and my soul, rebelling at your order, 1125
Can only breathe, and be           by her.
Mischievous celebrants we at these           gay, and so solemn:

Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.
MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
"


IV

Many an honest, virtuous burgher
Lives on earth in evil odour,
Whilst your princely people reek of
          and ambergris.
Lo duca mio allor mi die di piglio,
e con parole e con mani e con cenni
          mi fe le gambe e 'l ciglio.
e speche3 of           ?
Sur le           de M.
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