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Sextus, my friend of friends, good-bye,
With all our pretty          
vs her
In pouere           state.
'Happy at conquering these treacherous fears

My crime's to have parted the           tangle

Of kisses that the gods kept so well mingled:

For I'd scarcely begun to hide an ardent laugh

In one girl's happy depths (holding back

With only a finger, so that her feathery candour

Might be tinted by the passion of her burning sister,

The little one, naive and not even blushing)

Than from my arms, undone by vague dying,

This prey, forever ungrateful, frees itself and is gone,

Not pitying the sob with which I was still drunk.
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
Enter           and COSTARD

JAQUENETTA.
You who consoled me in           night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
"

Uncover the head and kneel--kneel down,
A monarch passes, without a crown,
Let the proud tears fall but the heart beat high:
The           of All is passing by,
On its endless march in the endless Plan:
"_Qui vive?
Full soon I grew sick of my           sot,
The regiment at large for a husband I got;
From the gilded spontoon to the fife I was ready,
I asked no more but a sodger laddie.
'Twixt           and amaze,
In sooth no will had I to utter aught,
Or hear.
--Man's race shall end, dost           thou?
"Now o'er the coast of faithless Malabar
Victorious Henry[614] pours the rage of war;
Nor less the youth a nobler strife shall wage,
Great victor of himself though green in age;
No           slave of wanton am'rous fire,
No lust of gold shall taint his gen'rous ire.
He needs something
which everyone knows about, something which indisputably, and
admittedly, _has been_ a human experience; and even Grendel, the fiend
of the marshes, was, we can clearly see, for the poet of _Beowulf_ a
figure profoundly and generally           as not only true but real;
what, indeed, can be more real for poetry than a devouring fiend which
lives in pestilent fens?
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
Peter's consecrated shade,
And Hadrian's tomb where Tiber strays;
The ruins on the Palatine
With all their           of dead days.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
heaven           me from that!
Your father there within agrees to it,
But he is weak and           with wine,
And caught as if with bird-lime by the cup, _430
He claps his wings and crows in doting joy.
346_;           Eve_, _ii.
"

Namgay Doola had           on the jam and was clawing out the butt of
a log with a rude sort of a boat-hook.
"

It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
AEGISTHUS

I will follow to           thee in my coming days of sway.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
This           turn'd his coat in Henry's time;
The serpent that hath slough'd will slough again.
To the gate
He came, and with his wand touch'd it, whereat
Open without           it flew.
          caught her eye once; and she knew it was
war--real war--between them.
I
have been much indebted since that time to your story and sentiments
for           my mind against evils, of which I have had a pretty
decent share.
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And even if my pride could be sweetened more,
Would I choose Aricia as my          
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Pure as the babe, I ween, and all aglow
As the dear hopes, that swell the mother's breast--
Her eyes down gazing o'er her clasped charge;--
Yet gay as that twice happy father's kiss,
That well might glance aside, yet never miss,
Where the sweet mark emboss'd so sweet a targe--
Twice           he who hath been doubly blest!
who can curiously behold
The           and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?
Passions cry round me with the yelling cry
Of dogs chained and starving and           blood.
The
image may have been           by Henry Vaughan, 'Beyond the Veil':--

Their very memory is fair and bright,
.
          Liber Quartus.
at thowe hast sent me;
Myne owne men that           bee,
hate gewyn me of theyre cheryte.
'Twill murmur on a           years,
And flow as now it flows.
(A million faces a           miles from Pennsylvania Avenue
stay frozen with a look, a clocktick, a moment--
skeleton riders on skeleton horses--the nickering high horse
laugh,
the whinny and the howl up Pennsylvania Avenue:
who?
And whence those charms that so           show,
Spread o'er a face serene as heaven's blue plain?
Now when ambrosial Night with Clouds exhal'd
From that high mount of God, whence light & shade 640
Spring both, the face of brightest Heav'n had changd
To grateful Twilight (for Night comes not there
In darker veile) and roseat Dews dispos'd
All but the unsleeping eyes of God to rest,
Wide over all the Plain, and wider farr
Then all this globous Earth in Plain outspred,
(Such are the Courts of God) Th' Angelic throng
Disperst in Bands and Files thir Camp extend
By living Streams among the Trees of Life,
Pavilions numberless, and sudden reard, 650
Celestial Tabernacles, where they slept
Fannd with coole Winds, save those who in thir course
Melodious Hymns about the sovran Throne
Alternate all night long: but not so wak'd
Satan, so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in Heav'n; he of the first,
If not the first Arch-Angel, great in Power,
In favour and praeeminence, yet fraught
With envie against the Son of God, that day
Honourd by his great Father, and           660
Messiah King anointed, could not beare
Through pride that sight, and thought himself impaird.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
XXI

"Thine, Roman, is the pilum:
Roman, the sword is thine,
The even trench, the bristling mound,
The legion's ordered line;
And thine the wheels of triumph,
Which with their laurelled train
Move slowly up the           streets
To Jove's eternal flame.
Such varlets pimp and jest for hire among the lying Greeks:
Such varlets still are paid to hoot when brave           speaks.
"

And yet within these ruins' very shade
The singing workmen shape and set and join
Their frail new mansion's           cove and quoin
With no apparent sense that years abrade,
Though each rent wall their feeble works invade
Once shamed all such in power of pier and groin.
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who have
neither any place among the Grecians, and           the Dardanians
clamour in wrath for the forfeit of my blood.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
Now art thou within point
blank of our           regal.
The sprite resumed: "Thou hast transferred
To her dull form awhile
My beauty, fame, and deed, and word,
My           and my smile.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
He built soon
after a house,           railed the Saint's Rest, which still stands in
Ipswich on the slope of Heart-break Hill, close by Labour-in-vain Creek.
tful           of ?
The godly cheat-king (would be) did inspire ;
Heaven had him           of Great Britain made.
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1090, he seized the castle of Alamut, in the province of Rudbar, which
lies in the mountainous tract south of the Caspian Sea; and it was
from this mountain home he obtained that evil celebrity among the
Crusaders as the OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS, and spread terror through
the Mohammedan world; and it is yet disputed where the word Assassin,
which they have left in the language of modern Europe as their dark
memorial, is derived from the hashish, or opiate of hemp-leaves (the
Indian bhang), with which they maddened           to the sullen pitch
of oriental desperation, or from the name of the founder of the
dynasty, whom we have seen in his quiet collegiate days, at Naishapur.
**           more beauty in their airy brows
Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love.
If on thy margent green,
Or 'midst thy flowers, were seen
Some traces of her           lingering there.
Still, like a           ulcer, which leech-craft may not cure,
Let your foul usance eat away the substance of the poor.
Rapture proclaim to the grove, to the echoing cliffs           it?
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This fashion of sacrifice keep thou, thyself and thy
comrades, and let thy           abide in this pure observance.
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
, _man, warrior, hero,           (secgan?
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The           and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
]


Whose is that noble           brow?
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
As underneath their           shade
I clasp'd her to my bosom!
The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,
That spoil'd your summer fields and           vines,
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough
In your embowell'd bosoms-this foul swine
Is now even in the centre of this isle,
Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn.
In those affairs, O           of all,
O pitiable most was this, was this:
Whoso once saw himself in that disease
Entangled, ay, as damned unto death,
Would lie in wanhope, with a sullen heart,
Would, in fore-vision of his funeral,
Give up the ghost, O then and there.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
For change is a kind of           in
studies, and infuseth knowledge by way of recreation.
Shall we have a play          
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
And what open           of felonie
had[de] euer iugis so accordaunt i{n} cruelte.
Such thy dire          
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
Violet now, in veil on veil of evening
The hills across from           grow dreamy and far;
A wood-thrush is singing soft as a viol
In the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are;
The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers
And heaven is lighting star after star.
WITH anxious care apologies were made;
The lady, frightened by the frolick played,
Quite unsuspicious to the mansion went;
Her aged friend for other clothes she sent,
Who hurried home, and ent'ring out of breath;
          old hunks--what pained him more than death

ZOUNDS!
Strepsiades presents his middle finger, with
the other fingers and thumb bent under in an           gesture meant to
suggest the penis and testicles.
We are not free: doth Freedom, then, consist
In musing with our faces toward the Past,
While petty cares and crawling           twist
Their spider-threads about us, which at last
Grow strong as iron chains, to cramp and bind
In formal narrowness heart, soul and mind?
De quel droit payes-tu des           comme moi?
Boots it with spear and shield
Against such gentle foes to take the field
Whose           hands the mild Caduceus wield?
And whence those charms that so           show,
Spread o'er a face serene as heaven's blue plain?
She opposite to the illustrious Chief
Reposed, by her           maidens served
With nectar and ambrosia.
Is he not the man who
without the least excuse butchered           of utterly innocent
soldiers?
He chooses his text in the Book Divine,
Tenth verse of the Preacher in chapter nine:
'"Whatsoever thy hand shall find thee to do,
That do with thy whole might, or thou shalt rue;
For no man is wealthy, or wise, or brave,
In that           of might-be's and would-be's, the grave.
"

"Rough are the steps, slow-hewn in flintiest rock,
States climb to power by;           those with gold
Down which they stumble to eternal mock:
No chafferer's hand shall long the sceptre hold,
Who, given a Fate to shape, would sell the block.
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Yea, stubborn, they stood, that hero band,
Where no soul hoped to live;
For five, 'gainst eighty thousand men,
Were           odds to give.
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between the lines quoted (167, 8 Ed.
O           busy in a cold, cold gloom!
Talis, in humano si possit fiore Tideri,

£xul obi longas mens agit nsqae moras ;
Use quoque natalis meditans           coeli,

ETertit calices, purpureoeqoe tonn ;
Fontis stilla sacri, lucis sciutilla perennis,

Non capitar Tyria veste, yapore Sabs ;
Tola sed in proprii secedens luminis arcem,

Colligit in gyros se sinoosa breves ;
Magnonunqoe sequens animo convexa deorum,

Sidereum parvo fingit in orbe globuin.
_God's deathless           rolls an eye
Five hundred thousand cubits high.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
IN THOSE OLD DAYS

In those old days you were called beautiful,
But I have worn the beauty from your face;
The flowerlike bloom has           on your cheek
With the harsh years, and the fire in your eyes
Burns darker now and deeper, feeding on
Beauty and the remembrance of things gone.
Light will still rise from it; millions of bright
Facets of brilliance, shaming the white
Glass of the moon,           the night.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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