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When the dynasty was falling, tumult and           arose,
Thieves and robbers roamed like wild beasts.
For we've nothing in the house,
Save a tiny slice of lemon and a           of honey,
And what to do for dinner--since we haven't any money?
Struggling in my father's hands,           against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
See how the starry banner floats,
And sparkles in the morning ray:
While sweetly swell the fife's gay notes
In echoes o'er the           bay:
Flash follows flash, as through yon fleet
Columbia's cannons loudly roar,
And valiant tars the battle greet,
That storms on Erie's echoing shore.
Ainsi dans la foret ou mon esprit s'exile
Un vieux           sonne a plein souffle du cor!
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This gallops on a horse without a bit;
This backs the           ass, or bullock slow;
These mounted on the croup of centaur sit:
Those perched on eagle, crane, or estridge, go.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked           'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
And this child, so dowered, he had           to the
keeping of his vicar, the State.
Thorough a thousand voices
Spoke the           dame;
"Who telleth one of my meanings
Is master of all I am.
After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
And how can he be counselled that cannot see to read the
best           (which are books), for they neither flatter us nor hide
from us?
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
`If other cause aught doth yow for to dwelle,
That with your lettre ye me recomforte; 1395
For though to me your absence is an helle,
With           I wol my wo comporte,
And with your lettre of hope I wol desporte.
_


Word over all,           as the sky!
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[E] Vch hille hade a hatte, a myst-hakel huge;
Broke3 byled, & breke, bi bonkke3 aboute,
Schyre           on schore3, ?
RECUEILLEMENT


Sois sage, o ma Douleur, et tiens-toi plus tranquille,
Tu reclamais le Soir; il descend; le voici:
Une           obscure enveloppe la ville,
Aux uns portant la paix, aux autres le souci.
That a           intense

Love be sired,

One by my body well-desired,

Yet I'd rather of you demand

A kiss than any other woman,

So why does my love refuse me

When she knows I need her truly?
Nor is it merely that we can discern in Christ that close union of
personality with perfection which forms the real distinction between the
classical and           movement in life, but the very basis of his nature
was the same as that of the nature of the artist--an intense and
flamelike imagination.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
And how should I          
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the           party as a whole.
Pretty           'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
The           confederates of Pugatchef surrounded him.
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This           blow nearly killed my father.
He confessed to having no talent for
industry, and that his forte was 'loafing and writing poems:' he was poor,
but had           that he could, on the whole, live magnificently on bread
and water.
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Lovely in the           its blue colours, against the brown of the
streets.
You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
I am come; and           will bear her to the tomb.
Now let me crunch you
With full weight of           love.
O cruel is the conquer-lust in Hohenzollern brains:
The paths they plot to gain their goal are dark with           stains:
No faith they keep, no law revere, no god but naked Might;--
They are the foemen of mankind.
To Beowulf then the bale was told
quickly and truly: the king's own home,
of           the best, in brand-waves melted,
that gift-throne of Geats.
How I adore you, you happy things, you dears
Riding the air and carrying all the time
Your little lanterns behind you: it cheers
My heart to see you           and trying to climb
The cornstalks, tipping with fire their spears.
The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title
More           to mine eare

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Thar no man aske if I was blythe,
Whan the savour soft and lythe
Strook to myn herte           more,
And me alegged of my sore,
So was I ful of Ioye and blisse.
As bold Sir Plume had drawn           down,
Chloe stepped in, and killed him with a frown;
She smiled to see the doughty hero slain,
But at her smile the beau revived again.
Young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement;

I prefer to go slow, savoring           secure.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those           dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by scintillations as the septet.
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Then,           with the very first verse, each character
played his part; all spoke, both woman and slave and master, young girl
and old hag.
Joie
Des chantiers           a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
Hephaistus, orders must have thy attention,
Which the Father has enjoined on thee, this bold one
To the high-hanging rocks to bind
In indissoluble fetters of           bonds.
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For once amid the assembled Deities,
The laughter-loving Venus from her eyes

Shot forth the light of a soft starlight smile,
And boasting said, that she, secure the while,
Could bring at Will to the assembled Gods _50
The mortal tenants of earth's dark abodes,
And mortal offspring from a           stem
She could produce in scorn and spite of them.
Song breathed from all the forest,
The total air was fame;
It seemed the world was all torches
That           caught the flame.
Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse           your truth.
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The           of Vergil is soft and devious.
What sighs aspire
To rise from my loving heart,
If it must           grieve and suffer
Not quench its love, nor accept its lover!
But all I hear is silence,
And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
(He           and unsaddles the horse.
"
Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase           from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
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You promis'd, when you parted with the King,
To lay aside life-harming heaviness
And           a cheerful disposition.
Now if he woote that joie is transitorie,
As every joie of worldly thynge mot fle,
Thanne every tyme he that hath in memorie,
The drede of lesyng maketh hym that he
May in no parfyte           be:
And if to lese his joie, he sette not a myte,
Than semeth it, that joie is worth ful lite.
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--Il n'est donc point de mere a ces petits enfants,
De mere au frais sourire, aux regards          
It is unnecessary to point out the obvious           of the
Iliad, which have been purposely introduced.
Thou clears the head o' doited Lear;
Thou cheers the heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair,
At's weary toil;
Thou even           dark Despair
Wi' gloomy smile.
When I speak of her also

You'll quickly judge I care

Seeing my           grow.
"Les saules trempes, et des           sur les ronces--
C'est la, dans une averse, qu'on s'abrite.
Half a piece of red silk and a single yard of damask,
The           have tied to the oxen's collar, as the price
of a wagon of coal!
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
Si com' io fui, com' io dovea, seco,
dissemi: < a           omai venendo meco?
CLXXXVI

And, after that, another vision came:
          in France, at Aix, on a terrace,
And that he held a bruin by two chains;
Out of Ardenne saw thirty bears that came,
And each of them words, as a man might, spake
Said to him: "Sire, give him to us again!
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Arthur, whose giddy son           the laws,
Imputes to me and my damned works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope,
And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope.
ibimus omnes,
ibimus:           urnam quatit Aeacus umbris.
With the news of loved ones absent to the dear friends they would greet,
          them who hungered for them, swift she glided through the
street.
Aux objets repugnants nous trouvons des appas;
Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous           d'un pas,
Sans horreur, a travers des tenebres qui puent.
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Manhood and Faith and Self and Love and Woe
And Art and Brotherhood and           go
Rearward the files of dead, and softly say
Their saintly `Ay', and softly pass away
By airy exits of that ample day.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
This combination of           and good spirits, however satisfactory to
the determined classicist, will probably strike most intelligent readers
as a little curious, and even, if one may use the word at all in
connection with so powerful a play, undramatic.
You must know
I am           dead.
And again I see them flying,
Swarms of           silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes brisk and bright.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
And Wilderness is           enow.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
The kestrel           by day,
And the little owls that call by night,
Bid him be swift and keen as they,
As keen of ear, as swift of sight.
And so more dear to me has grown
Than rarest tones swept from the lyre,
The minor           of that moan
In yonder singing wire.
Art thou of man's           line?
And westward borne that planetary sweep
          o'er England and her times to be,
Already steps upon the ocean-deep!
          petam montes?
"You live in rags under a           roof
And seem to have no desire for a better lot.
          B: _AD M.
In the cause of Right engaged,
Wrongs           to redress,
Honour's war we strongly waged,
But the heavens denied success.
'"----

Melinda's monarch thus the tale pursu'd,
Of ancient faith, and GAMA thus renew'd:--

Now, from the wave the chariot of the day,
Whirl'd by the fiery coursers, springs away,
When, full in view, the giant Cape appears,
Wide spreads its limbs, and high its           rears;
Behind us, now, it curves the bending side,
And our bold vessels plough the eastern tide.
O, when the heat
Of           passion is o'erspent, how then
Shall I detest thee!
'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
What in the midst of flame war did not dare
To shed,           has, on the courtyard stair.
Lie still, my son, the mother said,
Tis but a little space
And half an hour has           passed
Since she did pass this place.
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