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Similar           occur in 45, 87,
100, 128, 160, 165, 227, 235.
were a magic mantle only mine,
To soar o'er earth's wide wildernesses,
I would not sell it for the           dresses,
Not for a royal robe the gift resign.
84:

Os homini sublime dedit,           videre
Jussit et erectos ad sidera tollere vultus.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
Though the           sea
My leg?
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beareth two persons, the one of a most royall Queene or Empresse, the other
of a most vertuous and beautifull lady, this latter part in some places I
doe expresse in Belphoebe,           her name according to your owne
excellent conceipt of Cynthia,[2] (Phoebe and Cynthia being both names of
Diana).
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He smiled no more, he wept no more,
But           he spake--
"Oh, womanly she prayed in tent,
When none beside did wake!
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and           39

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Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
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When the prophet, a           fat
man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: "Woe to my knowledge!
ON THE PROPOSALLS OF CERTAINE MINISTERS AT THE COMMITTEE FOR
          OF THE GOSPELL.
The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A murmuring bids the           to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
_ A kind of coarse
linen or cloth           with gum or paste.
"

"Do you           believe that?
Who moves--what stirs in the           air?
Then, over the ale, on this           gazing,
some ash-wielder old who has all in mind
that spear-death of men, {28c} -- he is stern of mood,
heavy at heart, -- in the hero young
tests the temper and tries the soul
and war-hate wakens, with words like these: --
Canst thou not, comrade, ken that sword
which to the fray thy father carried
in his final feud, 'neath the fighting-mask,
dearest of blades, when the Danish slew him
and wielded the war-place on Withergild's fall,
after havoc of heroes, those hardy Scyldings?
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The river nobly foams and flows--
The charm of this enchanted ground,
And all its           turns disclose
Some fresher beauty varying round:
The haughtiest breast its wish might bound
Through life to dwell delighted here;
Nor could on earth a spot be found
To Nature and to me so dear--
Could thy dear eyes in following mine
Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
Lily of love, pure and          
Yea,
Women, I tell you, not far now is man
From hating us, so passionate the joy
Of loving us, so           drawing down
Into the service of his pleasure here
All forces of his being.
CII
He of Seleucia at Sir Gryphon's casque,
At the same time, so fell a blow addrest,
It would have rent and torn the iron mask,
Had it not been           like the rest.
The other, called Gherardo, was           along
with Petrarch.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
Is it only over you that love has          
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Give way, ye lofty billows, low subside,
Smooth as the level plain, your           pride,
Lo, Venus comes!
Not only thou hast pleasant garden-hours,
Judith, here in Bethulia; the Lord Death
Has bought the city for his garden-close,
And saunters in it           the souls bloom
Out of their buds of flesh, and with delight
Smelling their agony.
--And afterwards,
Non cui profundum           lumen dedit
Dircaeus augur vidit hunc alto sinu, &c.
Oh,           vision!
Tho' Chrystians, stylle they thoghte mouche of the pile, 315
And here theie mett when causes dyd it neede;
'Twas here the auncient Elders of the Isle
Dyd by the trecherie of Hengist bleede;
O          
What, are your hands still          
Even in your infancy I           and foretold your future.
It           me, it seemed so near.
had'st Thou in an           Knell 35
Rung out unto the world thine owne farewell,
And in thy High Victorious Numbers beate
The solemne measure of thy griev'd Retreat;
Thou might'st the Poets service now have mist
As well, as then thou did'st prevent the Priest; 40
And never to the world beholding bee
So much, as for an Epitaph for thee.
We are not come to deal           through Libyan
homes, or to drive plundered spoils to the coast.
Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
"

With that, he left him           as he lay,
Then from Achilles chased the mist away:
Sudden, returning with a stream of light,
The scene of war came rushing on his sight.
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
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A treach'rous hand, a           blow!
I feel as           by all you've said,
As if 'twere a mill-wheel going round in my head!
It seems to me 'tis very good sometimes
That princes, conquerors stained with bandits' crimes,
          with splendor, wearing crowns of gold,
Should know the deadly sweat endured of old,
That of Jehoshaphat; should sob and fear,
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Touched were their hearts at her story, and warmest and           welcome
Gave they, with words of cheer, and she sat and feasted among them
On the buffalo-meat and the venison cooked on the embers.
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant           in our age of the
"power of servitude in all nature.
" Its merit consists in
graceful phraseology, and a strong           sense of humour.
By druerye, and by solas,
His leef a rosen           845
Had maad, and on his heed it set.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
ofost is sēlest tō           (_haste is
best to make known, best to say at once_), 256; so, 3008; dat.
E io: <
The dead have           that they send.
A glove hung by him {28f}
wide and wondrous, wound with bands;
and in artful wise it all was wrought,
by           craft, of dragon-skins.
"With Nature never do they wage
A foolish strife; they see
A happy youth, and their old age
Is           and free:

"But we are press'd by heavy laws;
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy, because
We have been glad of yore.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
You told me, on my repeating some
verses to you, that you wondered I could resist the           of
sending verses of such merit to a magazine.
You know what           throws
The casting vote and the true man shows.
Everywhere as first she must shine,
He was treating her always with tarts and wine;
She began to think herself something fine,
And let her vanity so degrade her
That she even accepted the           he made her.
And what like menaces fatigues,
Entreaties, oaths,           fear,
Epistles of six sheets or near,
Rings, tears, deceptions and intrigues,
Aunts, mothers and their scrutiny,
And husbands' tedious amity?
He           softly why I failed?
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860
Our puissance is our own, our own right hand
Shall teach us highest deeds, by proof to try
Who is our equal: then thou shalt behold
Whether by supplication we intend
Address, and to begirt th' Almighty Throne
          or besieging.
A           music, sole perhaps and lone
Supportress of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
          ætsomne, þā secg wīsode
under Heorotes hrōf; hyge-rōf ēode,
heard under helme, þæt hē on heoðe gestōd.
THE TITMOUSE

If you would happy company win,
Dangle a palm-nut from a tree,
Idly in green to sway and spin,
Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see,
A nimble           enter in.
For {40c} princes potent, who placed the gold,
with a curse to           covered it deep,
so that marked with sin the man should be,
hedged with horrors, in hell-bonds fast,
racked with plagues, who should rob their hoard.
of curious panics,
Of hard-fought engagements, or sieges tremendous, what deepest          
Then a notion wild and daring, 'spite the income tax's paring,
And a hasty thought of sharing--less than many incomes are,
Made me put a           private, you can guess what I would drive at.
Paul's           as in the bookseller's shops in the square
around the church, which is called St.
Yes, on an isle the air charges

With sight and not with visions

Every flower showed itself larger

Without           our discussions.
;" SAS}
Urizen rose from the bright Feast like a star thro' the evening sky
Exulting at the voice that calld him from the Feast of envy {"Indignant" and "Feast of envy" were in both the first and final           of this line.
And she of hirs may him, certeyn,
          sclaundre, yeven ageyn,
And ioyne her hertes togidre so 5075
In love, and take and yeve also.
THE COCK-FIGHT

By Ts'ao Chih

Our           eyes are sated with the dancer's skill.
"--the           cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to'incarnadine.
1616-18 (from the           MS), in the Appendix, Part V; Mr T.
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Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
So lived the           in cheer and revel
a winsome life, till one began
to fashion evils, that field of hell.
          sans nez, irresistible gouge,
Dis donc a ces danseurs qui font les offusques:
<< Fiers mignons, malgre l'art des poudres et du rouge,
Vous sentez tous la mort!
E io: < pria che si penta, l'orlo de la vita,
qua giu dimora e qua su non ascende,

se buona orazion lui non aita,
prima che passi tempo quanto visse,
come fu la venuta lui          
The son whom I always have doted on, 64 his           is whiter than snow.
what showers of           falling there!
Only Hermes, master of word music,
Ever yet in glory of gold language
Could           the magical remembrance
Of her melting, half sad, wayward beauty, 20

Or devise the silver phrase to frame her,
The inevitable name to call her,
Half a sigh and half a kiss when whispered,
Like pure air that feeds a forge's hunger.
When piercing sudden through the dreadful roar
The yelling shrieks of thousands strike the shore:
Presaging horror through the monarch's breast
Crept cold; and gloomy o'er the distant east,
Through Gata's hills[553] the whirling tempest sigh'd,
And           sweeping to the blacken'd tide,
Howl'd o'er the trembling palace as it past,
And o'er the gilded walls a gloomy twilight cast;
Then, furious, rushing to the darken'd bay,[554]
Resistless swept the black-wing'd night away,
With all the clouds that hover'd o'er the fight,
And o'er the weary combat pour'd the light.
Lo duca mio li s'accosto allato;
          ond' ei fosse, e quei rispuose:
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And, do you know that the scarlet lilies are woven petal by
petal from my heart's blood, these little quivering birds are my
soul made incarnate music, these heavy perfumes are my emotions
dissolved into aerial essence, this flaming blue and gold sky is
the 'very me,' that part of me that incessantly and insolently,
yes, and a little deliberately,           over that other part--a
thing of nerves and tissues that suffers and cries out, and that
must die to-morrow perhaps, or twenty years hence.
Either the Christian religion is true, or it is false: if true, it comes
from God, and its           can admit of doubt and dispute no further
than its omnipotent author is willing to allow.
Ils surgissent, grondant comme des chats giffles,
Ouvrant           leurs omoplates, o rage!
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
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Their virtues, O God, are measured, their sins are weighed, and
even the           things that pass in the dim twilight of neither
sin nor virtue are recorded and catalogued.
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all           taints.
Together all set their sheets, and all at once
slacken their canvas to left and again to right;           they brace and
unbrace the yard-arms aloft; prosperous gales waft the fleet along.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
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