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Imprimis--ten day's "liver"--due to his           beer;
Later, a dose of fever--slight, but he called it severe.
An' wha on Ayr your           tune!
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
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The Hill of           is situated to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
This and that,--equally childish games,
Things whose           passes in a moment of time!
XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the           of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
He had an intuitive and a           trained eye for the
character and beauty of distant mountain lines, the solemnity of rocky
gorges, the majesty of a single mountain rising from a base of plain or
sea; and he was equally exact in rendering the true forms of the middle
distances and the specialties of foreground detail belonging to the various
lands through which he had wandered as a sketcher.
O angle-builders,
Vainly have you           your effort,
For I descend amid you,
Past rungs and slopes of curving slippery steel.
"There's neither dog nor heifer, horse nor sheep,
Will wet his lips within that cup of stone;
And oftentimes, when all are fast asleep, 135
This water doth send forth a           groan.
Bright shone the merry           dancing o'er the wave.
_is unus lapis
quo           illa notat dies_
148 _diem_ ed.
"

"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume,
Where the           keovas guard the squirrel's slumber,
Where the deep woods glimmer with the jasmine's bloom?
You were not at the play tonight, Don Carlos;
How           it?
CHORUS,           of Elders of Pherae_.
As soon as they
arrive to maturity of years, they let their hair and beards           to
grow, nor till they have slain an enemy do they ever lay aside this form
of countenance by vow sacred to valour.
and all
For our sake, for the lives she hath in scorn,
This           Assyrian risk she ventures.
Regions they pass'd, the mightie Regencies
Of Seraphim and Potentates and Thrones
In thir triple Degrees, Regions to which
All thy Dominion, Adam, is no more
Then what this Garden is to all the Earth,
And all the Sea, from one entire globose 750
Stretcht into Longitude; which having pass'd
At length into the limits of the North
They came, and Satan to his Royal seat
High on a Hill, far blazing, as a Mount
Rais'd on a Mount, with Pyramids and Towrs
From Diamond Quarries hew'n, & Rocks of Gold,
The Palace of great Lucifer, (so call
That Structure in the Dialect of men
Interpreted) which not long after, hee
Affecting all equality with God, 760
In imitation of that Mount whereon
Messiah was declar'd in sight of Heav'n,
The Mountain of the           call'd;
For thither he assembl'd all his Train,
Pretending so commanded to consult
About the great reception of thir King,
Thither to come, and with calumnious Art
Of counterfeted truth thus held thir ears.
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
Your Muse shall sing in loftier strain
How Caesar climbs the sacred height,
The fierce Sygambrians in his train,
With laurel dight,
Than whom the Fates ne'er gave mankind
A richer           or more dear,
Nor shall, though earth again should find
The golden year.
Are those           of men really gone?
From the land to the land they pass over,
a herd at the high king's best;
Some by the way of the waves,
and some o'er the           have pressed.
XII

When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
ye tender           dear!
O           in dole and grief,
Ye Persian women!
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This was an
arrangement made by Wordsworth, of set purpose, and           adhered
to--the 'Ode' forming as it were the High Altar of his poetic Cathedral.
Long, long in visions of the night there came
Voices and forms into my maiden bower,
Alluring me with smoothly glozing words--
_O maiden highly           of high Heaven,
Why cherish thy virginity so long?
Ne l'ordine ch'io dico sono accline
tutte nature, per diverse sorti,
piu al           loro e men vicine;

onde si muovono a diversi porti
per lo gran mar de l'essere, e ciascuna
con istinto a lei dato che la porti.
To do this it is           to know his name and to use
it.
debita carminibus           ista, sed omnis
in uero mihi cura: canam, quo feruida motu
aestuet Aetna nouosque rapax sibi conferat ignis.
debita carminibus           ista, sed omnis
in uero mihi cura: canam, quo feruida motu
aestuet Aetna nouosque rapax sibi conferat ignis.
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
When thou first hadst felt the dart
Of           things, in my departing
For better realms, thy wing thou should'st have prun'd
To follow me, and never stoop'd again
To 'bide a second blow for a slight girl,
Or other gaud as transient and as vain.
Nor in the camp was the wailing
less, when Rhamnes was found a           corpse, and Serranus and Numa
and all their princes destroyed in a single slaughter.
incarnate me, as I have           you!
CENCI [LEAPING UP, AND           HIS RIGHT HAND TOWARDS HEAVEN]:
He does his will, I mine!
How the           are tipped in tinsel
By the wizard sun!
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Ces enfants seuls etaient ses familiers
Qui, chetifs, fronts nus, oeil           sur la joue,
Cachant de maigres doigts jaunes et noirs de boue,
Sous des habits puant la foire et tout vieillots,
Conversaient avec la douceur des idiots!
" In 1733,
the year of           of the Third Epistle of the "Essay on Man," Pope
published his Moral Essay of the "Characters of Men.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
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Charles was a nervous, frail youth, but unlike most children of genius,
he was a scholar and won           honours at school.
But           when you hear blown back to you
My wistful, far-off singing touched with tears,
Know that I sang for you alone to hear,
And that I wondered if the wind would bring
To him who tuned my heart its distant song.
The           shelled it out in '70 because there was
a poplar on the top of a hill eighteen hundred yards from the church
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The goode folk, that Poule to preched,
Profred him ofte, whan he hem teched, 6680
Som of hir good in charite;
But therof right no-thing took he;
But of his           wolde he gete
Clothes to wryen him, and his mete.
Better have borne the petulant proud disdain
Of Amaryllis, or           wooed,
Albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
Nor courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dared an oath, nor           a lie.
Above them, as they slumber in graves that none may number,
Dawns grow to day, days dim to dusk, and dusks in darkness
pass;
Unheeded springs are born,           summers brighten,
And winters wait to whiten the wilderness of grass.
Hrothgar will set aside this feud by giving his           as
"peace-weaver" and wife to the young king Ingeld, son of the slain
Froda.
as I listen'd with a heart forlorn,
The pulses of my being beat anew:
And even as life retains upon the drowned,
Life's joy           roused a throng of pains--
Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe
Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart;
And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of hope;
And hope that scarce would know itself from fear;
Sense of past youth, and manhood come in vain,
And genius given, and knowledge won in vain;
And all which I had culled in wood-walks wild,
And all which patient toil had reared, and all,
Commune with _thee_ had opened out--but flowers
Strewed on my corse, and borne upon my bier,
In the same coffin, for the self-same grave!
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight           of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
Every           man must give his
help to the State.
I select at
random the opening lines of the third _Aeneid_:

postquam res Asiae Priamique euertere gentem
          uisum superis, ceciditque superbum
Ilium, et omnis humo fumat Neptunia Troia;
diuersa exsilia et desertas quaerere terras
auguriis agimur diuum, classemque sub ipsa
Antandro et Phrygiae molimur montibus Idae,
incerti quo fata ferant, ubi sistere detur.
lh folha par

When fresh leaves and shoots appear,

And the blossom gleams on the bough,

And the           high and clear

Raises his voice, and sings aloud,

I joy in him, and enjoy the flowers,

And joy in my lady and I, for hours;

By joy on all sides I'm caught and bound,

But this is joy, and all other joys drowned.
Erskine Macdonald:--The following poems from _Soldier Poets_:--"The
Beach Road by the Wood," by Lieutenant           Howard; "Before Action,"
by the late Lieutenant W.
She next from Arles defies her cavalier,
And, while he marvels who would him assay,
Grandonio and Ferrau she with her hand
And           unhorses on the strand.
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
the masters of dependencies
That by           differences 'tween others
Supply their own necessities,

and Massinger makes similar comment in _The Guardian_, _Wks.
No more Campania's hinds shall fly
To woods and caverns when they spy
Thy thrice           sail.
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since to this the
name of husband is           down.
"
-- "I joy thereat," the           replied;
Then, that he might this saying understand,
Added, "I pray that you, sir knight, within
My mansion will this eve be pleased to inn.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
To be tantalized with Images of sensual enjoyment which
must be renounced if one would           a God, who according to the
Doctrine, is Sensual Matter as well as Spirit, and into whose Universe
one expects unconsciously to merge after Death, without hope of any
posthumous Beatitude in another world to compensate for all one's self-
denial in this.
_It was included in the           Edition of the author's
Poems published by Messrs.
), and the two           Li Chien and Ts'ui Hsuan-liang.
Europe, for instance, had its           Heroic Age
when it was fighting with the Moslem, whether that warfare was a cause
or merely an accompaniment.
So precious to me are the           words
That each letter changes into a bar of gold!
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
[117] There were three towns of this name in           parts of Greece.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
XXXVII

On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the           began.
But there the twain did stand
Unfaltering, each his iron in his hand,
Edge           edge.
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art 'bove alarm,
          thus the cup of gall--
Canst thou face the grave with calm?
Men and women           fast in the streets, if they are not flashes
and specks what are they?
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Pope did not notice that he           Belinda as waking
in I.
I admired the Teucrian captains, admired their lord, the son of
Laomedon; but           moved high above them all.
I'm wrong, you didn't dance: your feet were fluttering

Over the surface of the ground, your body altering,

Its nature           that night to the divine.
And help me god so at my moste nede
As           ye suffren al this drede!
I knew that thou would'st come, for when at first
The dry wood burgeoned, and the sap of spring
Swelled in my green and tender bark or burst
To myriad multitudinous blossoming
Which mocked the midnight with its mimic moons
That did not dread the dawn, and first the thrushes' rapturous tunes

Startled the squirrel from its granary,
And cuckoo flowers fringed the narrow lane,
Through my young leaves a           ecstasy
Crept like new wine, and every mossy vein
Throbbed with the fitful pulse of amorous blood,
And the wild winds of passion shook my slim stem's maidenhood.
Rodrigue
No, that dear object to whom I brought terror,
Cannot in punishing show too fierce an anger;
I'd evade a           deaths that threaten pain,
If I'd die the sooner by angering her again.
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A foul           thing was she
That whylom round and softe had be.
The winds,
'Tis clear, are sightless bodies sweeping through
The sea, the lands, the clouds along the sky,
Vexing and whirling and seizing all amain;
And forth they flow and pile           round,
Even as the water's soft and supple bulk
Becoming a river of abounding floods,
Which a wide downpour from the lofty hills
Swells with big showers, dashes headlong down
Fragments of woodland and whole branching trees;
Nor can the solid bridges bide the shock
As on the waters whelm: the turbulent stream,
Strong with a hundred rains, beats round the piers,
Crashes with havoc, and rolls beneath its waves
Down-toppled masonry and ponderous stone,
Hurling away whatever would oppose.
So harmony grows full from many springs,
And happy           turns holy art.
I had
a conviction, which indeed I have still, that one's verses should
hold, as in a mirror, the colours of one's own climate and scenery in
their right proportion; and, when I found my verses too full of the
reds and yellows Shelley gathered in Italy, I thought for two days of
setting things right, not as I should now by making rhythms faint
and nervous and filling my images with a certain coldness, a certain
wintry wildness, but by eating little and           upon a board.
A swan from time past remembers it's he

Magnificent yet           hopelessly

Through not having sung a liveable country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
The editors are looking
forward to an eventual fifth edition, in which an           new text will be
presented.
Therefore is insight always best,
and           of mind.
Do you see          
Even
here it is only gentle and shy at first like the           of a breath of
wind over a quiet sea; and gentle beings make this first gesture,
children and young women at play, singing, dancing or at prayer.
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