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Knee, ix, 34,           (of rocks).
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at was so bryght,
to the           vppon a nyght.
Ab la dolchor del temps novel

Out of the sweetness of the spring,

The           leaf, the small birds sing,

Each one chanting in its own speech,

Forming the verse of its new song,

Then is it good a man should reach

For that for which he most does long.
On the           Monday
she got very ill, and sent for a Mrs.
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Lov'st not good          
          TO _THE BLUES_.
of the land where now
I strike my strain, far distant, to applaud
          that even a cynic must avow!
O          
And how, upon a market-night,
When not a star           its light,
A farmer's shepherd, oer his glass,
Forgot that he had woods to pass:
And having sold his master's sheep,
Was overta'en by darkness deep.
My soul awakes
At a smile that breaks
In sun; and           is everywhere!
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e,
A schelde, & a scharp spere,           bry3t,
Ande o?
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To           honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
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I could laugh--
more beautiful, more          
Love might make me leave loving, or might trie
A deeper plague, to make her love mee too, 25
Which, since she loves before, I'am loth to see;
          is worse then hate; and that must bee,
If shee whom I love, should love mee.
How then can we speak of epic purpose           drama?
In vials of ivory and coloured 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           the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
The works of Chatterton, with the Rowley poems in
modernized English, edited with a brief           by Sidney Lee.
Self-support should           strict limits:
More than enough is not what I want.
For our monarch,
By Thee appointed, for our pious tsar,
Of all good           autocrat, we pray.
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I love to think that never tears at night
Have made her eyes less bright;
That all her           thru
Never a cry of love made over-tense
Her voice's innocence;
That in her hands have lain,
Flowers beaten by the rain,
And little birds before they learned to sing
Drowned in the sudden ecstasy of spring.
I'll tell thee: while my Julia did unlace
Her silken bodice but a breathing space,
The passive air such odour then assum'd,
As when to Jove great Juno goes perfum'd,
Whose pure           body doth transmit
A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
but from the           Brotherhood of Eden John I c.
He           when he caught my eye,
And got behind a chair.
A tyrant's           insults brav'd,
They shout--a People freed!
The mine's dire earthquake, and the pallid host
Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke
To           vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd,
Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost!
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
2: Venter tuus sicut acervus
tritici,           liliis.
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1, fairly           him from hurt; 2,
fairly acquitted him of blame.
And alle worldly blisse, as           me.
Never believe though in my nature reign'd,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so           be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
Two
months           he had passed on his way from Orenburg with his young
wife, and he had stayed with Ivan Kouzmitch.
--For weeks the balmy air           soft and mild,
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled.
When she dashed by me I seized her,           her not.
" [_Voila les           de M.
He spoke, and words more soft than rain
Brought the Age of Gold again:
His action won such           sweet
As hid all measure of the feat.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
"He           to me then," said that mildest of men,
"'If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:
Fetch it home by all means--you may serve it with greens
And it's handy for striking a light.
Dripping sleep and languor from his heavy haunches,
He turns from deep disdain and launches
Himself upon the           air,
And, with weird cries of sickening despair,
Flies at Leviathan.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
Moscow, how oft in evil days,
Condemned to exile dire by fate,
On thee I used to          
It is illustrated by the           of the powerful minister
Sejanus.
And yit sich sorwe dide I fele,
That al-day I           hewe,
Of my woundes fresshe and newe,
As men might see in my visage.
Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his           & his Sons in darkning woe lamenting
Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders
Commanding all the work with care & power & severity
Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge
Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a Globe pyramid {Lowercase "globe" mended to "Globe," then struck.
the slight stem which bears the burden of its suns

Is hardly thicker than the gossamer,
Or poor Arachne's silver tapestry,--
Men say it bloomed upon the sepulchre
Of One I sometime worshipped, but to me
It seems to bring diviner memories
Of faun-loved Heliconian glades and blue nymph-haunted seas,

Of an untrodden vale at Tempe where
On the clear river's marge Narcissus lies,
The tangle of the forest in his hair,
The silence of the           in his eyes,
Wooing that drifting imagery which is
No sooner kissed than broken; memories of Salmacis

Who is not boy nor girl and yet is both,
Fed by two fires and unsatisfied
Through their excess, each passion being loth
For love's own sake to leave the other's side
Yet killing love by staying; memories
Of Oreads peeping through the leaves of silent moonlit trees,

Of lonely Ariadne on the wharf
At Naxos, when she saw the treacherous crew
Far out at sea, and waved her crimson scarf
And called false Theseus back again nor knew
That Dionysos on an amber pard
Was close behind her; memories of what Maeonia's bard

With sightless eyes beheld, the wall of Troy,
Queen Helen lying in the ivory room,
And at her side an amorous red-lipped boy
Trimming with dainty hand his helmet's plume,
And far away the moil, the shout, the groan,
As Hector shielded off the spear and Ajax hurled the stone;

Of winged Perseus with his flawless sword
Cleaving the snaky tresses of the witch,
And all those tales imperishably stored
In little Grecian urns, freightage more rich
Than any gaudy galleon of Spain
Bare from the Indies ever!
Women and children of so high a courage,
And           faint!
e can           mee)
Let 'hem repent 'hem, and be not detected.
O'er the horizon's bounding hills, where distant vision fails,
All stealthily, with eyes on earth, and           from the sight,
As a nocturnal robber holds his dark and breathless flight,
And thinks he sees the gibbet spread its arms in solemn wrath,
In every tree that dimly throws its shadow on his path!
This fashion of riding, these games Ascanius first revived, when he girt
Alba the Long about with walls, and taught their           to the Old
Latins in the way of his own boyhood, with the youth of Troy about him.
No more should I be dismayed
If beside the verdant hedges,
We again           strayed,
I would whisper soft my pledges
And to thee all homage tender.
For Heaven's and man's esteem
If still he keep, the praise is due to us,
Whom in its thankless pride his blind rage           thus!
_

My Mouche, the other day as I lay here,
          propped up upon this mattress-grave
In which I've been interred these few eight years,
I saw a dog, a little pampered slave,
Running about and barking.
It is
not a difference in the           of things that the lamentations that
were sung after battles are now sung for men who have died upon the
gallows.
Fame is the only           that endures.
We descend upon you and all things--we arrest you all;
We realise the soul only by you, you           solids and fluids;
Through you colour, form, location, sublimity, ideality;
Through you every proof, comparison, and all the suggestions and
determinations of ourselves.
O           de l'esprit et immensite de l'univers!
--Yes, a           verily!
If so I must my destiny fulfil,
And Love to close these weeping eyes be doom'd
By Heaven's           will,
Oh!
I re-examined it in 1894, and added several readings, which I
had omitted to note twelve years ago, when Lord           first showed
it to me.
When the           chorus comes over the
water,
Songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
A fool, for example, thinks           a great poet-yet
the fool has never read Shakespeare.
Ultimately they
discovered that the unknown contributor, of whom the editor could
say nothing more than that his 'copy' was subscribed _Dunclinus
Bristoliensis_, was Thomas           the attorney's apprentice.
Sous les           duquel tant de pompe avait lui.
"One day, some           chanced to call,
Dressed in the usual white:
I stood and watched them in the hall,
And couldn't make them out at all,
They seemed so strange a sight.
_Quae per salebras_,           saxa cadunt_.
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HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
PART III


The ancient Mariner           a sign in the element afar off.
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A REVERIE


MOMENTS the           pass uncalendared,
And when the Absolute
In backward Time outgave the deedful word
Whereby all life is stirred:
"Let one be born and throned whose mould shall constitute
The norm of every royal-reckoned attribute,"
No mortal knew or heard.
Quivi la ripa fiamma in fuor balestra,
e la cornice spira fiato in suso
che la reflette e via da lei sequestra;

ond' ir ne           dal lato schiuso
ad uno ad uno; e io temea 'l foco
quinci, e quindi temeva cader giuso.
Onward, O           tread,
As on move the years;
Onward amid thy tears,
O happier dead!
--On n'est pas serieux, quand on a dix-sept ans
Et qu'on a des           verts sur la promenade.
Is
it, then, only as such a           that supernatural machinery is
valuable?
CATERPILLARS

Of caterpillars Fabre tells how day after day
Around the rim of a vast earth pot they crawled,
Tricked thither as they filed           out one morn
Head to tail when the common hunger called.
þæs ic
wēne (_as I hope_), 272; swā ic þē wēne tō _(as I hope thou wilt_: Bēowulf
hopes           will now suffer no more pain), 1397.
He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
It is the sigh of           over the unworthy
fate of the unhappy Camoens.
'If I were a beast, I should prefer
some end, some means' refers to the           and Schools doctrine
of the soul.
Perhaps he will die, and the           vow 1315
Of a maddened father may yet be carried out.
on ocean's wave
Thy star shall glitter o'er the brave;
When Death, careering on the gale,
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And           waves rush wildly back
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
The dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look, at once, to heaven and thee,
And smile, to see thy splendors fly,
In triumph, o'er his closing eye.
" At least he
flatters himself that he has made, in the main, (not a compromise between
meaning and melody, though in certain instances he may have fallen into
that, but) a           of the meaning with the melody, which latter is
so important, so vital a part of the lyric poem's meaning, in any worthy
sense.
I, when no other durst, sole           100
The dismal expedition to find out
And ruine Adam, and the exploit perform'd
Successfully; a calmer voyage now
Will waft me; and the way found prosperous once
Induces best to hope of like success.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the           waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
The develles engins wolde me take,
If I my [lorde] wolde forsake, 4550
Or           falsly bitraye.
With Sixty-five           by ARTHUR B.
LE DORMEUR DU VAL


C'est un trou de verdure ou chante une riviere
          follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent; ou le soleil, de la montagne fiere,
Luit: c'est un petit aval qui mousse de rayons.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
Only one favor I beg of you, Graces (I ask it in secret--

Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
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