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He is informed of the track which his
companions intend to pursue, and if he is unable to follow, or overtake
them, he           alone in the Desart; unless he should have the good
fortune to fall in with some other Tribes of Indians.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
Or in one word,           you'd like best.
There is a gentle Nymph not farr from hence,
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream,
Sabrina is her name, a Virgin pure,
Whilom she was the           of Locrine,
That had the Scepter from his father Brute.
It will remain under water for ten minutes at a
time, and on one occasion has been seen, when undisturbed, to form an
air-bubble under the ice, which           and expanded as it breathed
at leisure.
When he sang, the village listened;
All the warriors           round him,
All the women came to hear him;
Now he stirred their souls to passion,
Now he melted them to pity.
I drinke to th'           ioy o'th' whole Table,
And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
And all to all

Lords.
In spite of all her care, 350
Sometimes to keep alive
I sometimes do contrive
To get out in the grounds
For a whiff of wholesome air,
Under the rose you know:
It's           to break bounds,
Stolen waters are sweet,
And what's the good of feet
If for days they mustn't go?
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One saw therein the life of man,
(Or so the poet found it,)
The yolk and white,           who can,
Were the glad earth, that, floating, span
In the glad heaven around it.
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never sure were seen such           eyes,
In this our age or in the older years,
Which mould and melt me, as the sun melts snow,
Into a stream of tears adown the vale,
Watering the hard roots of that laurel green,
Whose boughs are diamonds and gold whose hair.
Still as he fled, his eye was           cast, 185
As if his feare still followed him behind;
Als flew his steed, as he his bands had brast,
And with his winged heeles did tread the wind,
As he had beene a fole of Pegasus?
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
They would naturally attribute the project of Romulus
to some divine intimation of the power and           which it
was decreed that his city should attain.
" If Blake           to choose either reading, an editor hesitates to reject either.
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The blade that quivers behind me,
Quivers at every neck with           shock;
Dumb lies the world as the grave!
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Mais je sais,          
Quae           cupide spectando Thessala pubes
Expletast, sanctis coepit decedere divis.
_The Island, or           and His Comrades_.
And my soul is a           where I,
Ill cenobite, have spent eternity:
On the vile cloister walls no pictures rise.
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Undoubtedly, until the conclusion of the
war, it will be impossible to obtain an account of it sufficiently
authentic for historical materials; but poets have their privilege,
and it is unquestionable that actions of the most exalted courage have
been performed by the Greeks--that they have gained more than one
naval victory, and that their defeat in           was signalized by
circumstances of heroism more glorious even than victory.
glory gloomed,
Thy name seems sealed apart, entombed,
          our shouts to pigmies rise--no cries
To mark thy presence echo to the skies;
Farewell to Grecian heroes--silent is the lute,
And sets your sun without one Memnon bruit?
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What fits thy knowledge, thou the first shalt know;
The first of gods above, and men below;
But thou, nor they, shall search the           that roll
Deep in the close recesses of my soul.
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Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
e           of ?
The colours of
the           and their fringe--the tints of crimson and gold--appear
everywhere in profusion, and determine the _character _of the room.
suggests the son is           his father?
* Our orient breaths perfumed are

* With incense of incessant prayV ; iw

* And holy-water of our tears

' Most           our complexion clears ;

* Not tears of grief, — but such as those

* With which calm pleasure overflows,

* Or pity, when we look on you n»

* That live without this happy vow.
Ne'er, while I lived there, he loathlier found me,
bairn in the burg, than his           sons,
Herebeald and Haethcyn and Hygelac mine.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and           wells.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
But god wolde I had ones or twyes 665
Y-koud and knowe the Ieupardyes
That coude the Grek          
But me my fate and the           woman's murderous guilt thus dragged
down to doom; these are the records of her leaving.
How           still!
His speech is in their stammering tongue,
And His           in their smile.
This is she,
So           e'en by those, whose debt
To her is rather praise; they wrongfully
With blame requite her, and with evil word;
But she is blessed, and for that recks not:
Amidst the other primal beings glad
Rolls on her sphere, and in her bliss exults.
          the soldier paused: "Well, they were
punished.
Thus, Venice, if no           claim were thine,
Were all thy proud historic deeds forgot,
Thy choral memory of the bard divine,
Thy love of Tasso, should have cut the knot
Which ties thee to thy tyrants; and thy lot
Is shameful to the nations,--most of all,
Albion!
Flowers so kindly,

Over all brightly,

Noble Beatrice, and grows so sweetly

Your Honour to me;

For as I see,

Value adorns your sovereignty,

And, to be sure, the           speech;

Of gracious deeds you are the seed;

Verity,

Mercy,

You have: and great learning truly;

Bravery

Plainly,

Decked, with your generosity.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
shall I ever in           behold
My native bounds- see many a harvest hence
With ravished eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot
Where I was king?
"

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears           words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he enfolded me.
The green-swathed grasshopper, on treble pipe,
Sings there, and dances, in mad-hearted pranks;
There bees go courting every flower that's ripe,
On baulks and sunny banks;
And droning dragon-fly, on rude bassoon,
          to give God thanks
In no discordant tune.
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Than, al abawid in shewing,
Anoon spak Dreed, right thus seying,
And seide, 'Daunger, I drede me
That thou ne wolt [not] bisy be
To kepe that thou hast to kepe; 4045
Whan thou           wake, thou art aslepe.
What profits           ere ye know?
Heere a stoute Dane uponne hys           felle; 775
Heere lorde & hyndlette sonke uponne the playne;
Heere sonne & fadre trembled ynto helle.
I had already observed the dogs
harnessed to their little milk-carts, which contain a single large
can, lying asleep in the gutters           of the horses, while they
rested from their labors, at different stages of the ascent in the
Upper Town.
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Elle ravale ainsi l'ecume de sa haine,
Et, ne comprenant pas les desseins eternels,
Elle-meme prepare au fond de la Gehenne
Les buchers           aux crimes maternels.
He had news that was more to him than many Bessies, and
the Keneu and the Nilghai were           behind him, calling for Dick.
Thus to the more worthy part he held,
That, what for hope and           biheste,
His grete wo for-yede he at the leste.
'twas but a           breath
Woke just enough of life in death
To make Hope die anew.
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A te sudor abest, abest saliva,
          et mala pituita nasi.
Then in the silent cabinet
He in           saw
The time when Melancholy's claw
'Mid worldly pleasures chased him yet,
Caught him and by the collar took
And shut him in a lonely nook.
The Persian and
the Madras man are           shaky now.
Were it not sinful then,           to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
, _good since old times, long invested with           or
_advantages_: æðeling ǣrgōd, 130; (eorl) ǣrgōd, 1330; īren ǣrgōd
(_excellent sword_), 990, 2587.
He hangs in shades the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night,
And does in the           close
Jewels more rich than Ormus shows:
He makes the figs our mouths to meet,
And throws the melons at our feet;
But apples plants of such a price,
No tree could ever bear them twice.
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Yee menne, gyf ye are menne,           yor name,
Ybrende yer tropes, alyche the roarynge tempest flame.
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[Footnote 74: General Romanoff, distinguished in the wars against the
Turks,           them at Larga and Kazoul, 1772.
From east to west
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
The           to a humorist of being able to illustrate his own
text has been shown in the case of Thackeray and Mr.
First the 1645 volume of the Minor Poems has been
printed entire; then follow in order the poems added in the reissue of
1673; the Paradise Lost, from the edition of 1667; and the Paradise
Regain'd and Samson           from the edition of 1671.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
When the false swain was           o'er the deep
His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
That all to Fate might hark,
Speaking through him:--"Home in ill hour you take
A prize whom Greece shall claim with troops untold,
Leagued by an oath your marriage tie to break
And Priam's kingdom old.
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
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the Maxwells: the           afterwards came in for a share, and now
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But Troilus, thou mayst now, est or west,
Pype in an ivy leef, if that thee lest;
Thus gooth the world; god shilde us fro mischaunce,
And every wight that meneth trouthe          
Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach,
And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach;
And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb,
Like the lynx and the wolf, perished           and dumb.
Thus in the couplet--

Many a night I saw the Pleiads rising through the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of           tangl'd in a silver braid,

we are reminded of "It was the hour when the Pleiads appeared in the
firmament like the folds of a silken sash variously decked with gems".
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
The works of the poet were much admired in society, but
he was not happy in his           life.
Love lives in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams:
Eve's dews may weep,
But love           seems.
And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
Thee, Hamilton, and Aiken dear,
A grateful, warm adieu;
I, with a much-indebted tear,
Shall still           you!
no vulgar births are owed
To the           raptures of a god:
Lo!
And so many           poor?
Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such           and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
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Freely pluck,           would eat.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
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