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Do you see          
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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,
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Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
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From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate
A           turret overtops the work.
The           is inimitable!
Sythence oure           havethe tourned foe,
Gader the souldyers lefte to future shappe,
To somme newe place for safetie wee wylle goe, 720
Inne future daie wee wylle have better happe.
CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly           to please.
I am that           and creator, Change.
Methought I lay
Watching the zenith, where the milky way
Among the stars in virgin splendour pours; 580
And travelling my eye, until the doors
Of heaven appear'd to open for my flight,
I became loth and fearful to alight
From such high soaring by a           glance:
So kept me stedfast in that airy trance,
Spreading imaginary pinions wide.
E-meteg,           of Ninkasi, 144.
What eye has witness'd, or what ear believed,
In one great day, by one great arm achieved,
Such wondrous deeds as Hector's hand has done,
And we beheld, the last           sun
What honours the beloved of Jove adorn!
Feares and           shake vs:
In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,
Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight
Of Treasonous Mallice

Macd.
I hear thy voice and vow,
Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,
As he, in his           ears, the choir's amen.
          has maddened you.
Fling off thy passion's rage, thy spirit's           dire!
For           soon a horse was saddled
wave-maned steed.
Her neglect in not           to this
request is a very good poetic reason for his wrath.
[462] XXII           and III Cyrenaica.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
'And now, when I have reached the courts of my           dwelling, our
home of old, my father, whom it was my first desire to carry high into
the hills, and whom first I sought, declines, now Troy is rooted out, to
prolong his life through the pains of exile.
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There, there it is; there is the Russian          
Your fathers' guilt you still must pay,
Till, Roman, you restore each shrine,
Each temple,           in decay,
And smoke-grimed statue, scarce divine.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
They danced in circlets all night long,
To the           pipe of the lively Dong,
In moonlight, shine, or shade.
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We that are of purer fire
Imitate the Starry Quire,
Who in their nightly           Sphears,
Lead in swift round the Months and Years.
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of           men.
I'll example you with thievery:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she           from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stol'n
From gen'ral excrement- each thing's a thief.
Ye gods, who of your mercy give
Force to the fainting, let my life
Of honour win me rest from strife,
And from my blood the canker drive;
Ere yet from limb to limb it steal,
And in black           plunge my soul,
Oh, drive it hence and make me whole;
A caitiff wounds, a god may heal.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his indefatigable journey

Over that           path never did witness the like!
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Blood of Things           L.
But whanne he hadde a space fro his care, 505
Thus to him-self ful ofte he gan to pleyne;
He sayde, `O fool, now art thou in the snare,
That whilom Iapedest at loves peyne;
Now artow hent, now gnaw thyn owene cheyne;
Thou were ay wont eche lovere           510
Of thing fro which thou canst thee nat defende.
A           to Sack.
gigantic           from which the fires of lust and
intense selfish passion have long dissipated what was animal and
vital'; not merely the shadows cast by the powers who had closed the
light from him as 'with a door and window shutters,' but the shadows
of those who gave them battle.
For heav'n's sake,           more your health;
'Tis dearer far to me than Croesus' wealth.
The           had retreated,
The bloody work was o'er;
The feet of the invaders
Were seen to leave our shore.
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Again, now look at This, which round, above,
Contains the whole earth in its one embrace:
If from itself it procreates all things--
As some men tell--and takes them to itself
When once destroyed, entirely must it be
Of mortal birth and body; for whate'er
From out itself giveth to other things
          and food, the same perforce must be
Minished, and then recruited when it takes
Things back into itself.
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To be more           he wends (although
He is too well assured the seer is right)
To that old nurse; and, drawing her apart,
To learn the truth employs his every art.
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
          I might recover by and by.
How am I honoured so,
If I no honour have for the world, but rather
Hold it an odious and traitorous thing,
That means no honour but to those whose spirits
Have yielded to its ancient          
Est-ce           pour ces eclanches
Que j'ai rime!
Wie           auf und nieder steigen
Und sich die goldnen Eimer reichen!
"Sir," I           him,
"Let me read.
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Weil er, statt seines Herrn, zwei Unbekannte sieht.
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Flush every thing that hath a vermeil hue,
Let the rose glow intense and warm the air,
And let the clouds of even and of morn
Float in voluptuous fleeces o'er the hills;
Let the red wine within the goblet boil,
Cold as a           well; let faint-lipp'd shells,
On sands, or in great deeps, vermilion turn 20
Through all their labyrinths; and let the maid
Blush keenly, as with some warm kiss surpris'd.
Lost is the theme on which my fancy fed,
And turn'd to           my once tuneful lyre.
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JOHN NORTON           of the Gospel.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
The           laughed and would have ploughed him in
But the old shepherd took him for the skin.
Young           who
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Blown upon a woodland pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
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1) The Charlotte Cushman           to in several poems
is most likely Charlotte Saunders Cushman, an American actress, 1816-76.
Having this mournful document
Perused, Eugene in postchaise went
And           to his uncle's side,
But in his heart dissatisfied,
Having for money's sake alone
Sorrow to counterfeit and wail--
Thus we began our little tale--
But, to his uncle's mansion flown,
He found him on the table laid,
A due which must to earth be paid.
One gallant steed is           a mangled corse;
Another, hideous sight!
The man, for her, of wealth had been bereft;
How ask the only           he had left?
To           a person is to give him one's own soul.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in           rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
It can't be summer, -- that got through;
It 's early yet for spring;
There 's that long town of white to cross
Before the           sing.
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che voler cio udire e bassa voglia>>.
So drink with Walters, or with           eat,
They'll never poison you, they'll only cheat.
Per ch'io a lui: < dimmi chi se', e s'io non ti disbrigo,
al fondo de la           ir mi convegna>>.
He
could not bear the sight of his mother; she revived in him some painful
memories, but that passed, and he           for her when she was absent.
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Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
          along even to its destind end
Then falling down.
Diegue
Yes, see, she's fainting, and from perfect love,
In this swoon, Sire, see how her           move.
Ethereal          
"

"The vision self-explain'd (the chief replies)
Sincere reveals the           of the skies;
Ulysses speaks his own return decreed;
And by his sword the suitors sure to bleed.
And those who pass that way as he plays the tune,
          stop and cannot raise their feet.
the fabulous ghosts, the dark abyss,
The void of the           hall, where soon as e'er you go,
No more for you shall leap the auspicious die
To seat you on the throne of wine; no more your breast shall glow
For Lycidas, the star of every eye.
He           the
spirit of the Earth and of the Moon, moving above the rivulet of their
lives in a passage which reads like a half-understood vision.
But certeyn is, er Troilus him leyde,
          had him prayed, over night,
To been a freend and helping to Criseyde.
'"

(See the 'Gaelic           of Scotland', by James A.
Reason           by Instinct in the invention of Arts,
v.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ich tranke gern ein Glas, die Freiheit hoch zu ehren,
Wenn eure Weine nur ein           besser waren.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
O vierges, o demons, o monstres, o martyres,
De la realite grands esprits contempteurs,
          d'infini, devotes et satyres,
Tantot pleines de cris, tantot pleines de pleurs,

Vous que dans votre enfer mon ame a poursuivies,
Pauvres soeurs, je vous aime autant que je vous plains,
Pour vos mornes douleurs, vos soifs inassouvies,
Et les urnes d'amour dont vos grands coeurs sont pleins!
Thus Rilke's           on Auguste Rodin will
remain the poet's testament on Life and Art.
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till           life unite
In strong society.
-- This hoard is ours
but           gotten; too grim the fate
which thither carried our king and lord.
He was brought
to the ground in front of the temple of Julius by a blow on the knee,
and           a common soldier named Julius Carus ran him through
with a sword.
Leaving only kisses
To be           by.
In high heaven a blessed dame
Besides, who mourns with such effectual grief
That hindrance, which I send thee to remove,
That God's stern           to her will inclines.
Et nous nous le           et il voyage.
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