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MANOA: O           change!
How dreary to be          
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some           river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
Few roods of ground the piles we raise
Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread
Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze
On every side; the plane unwed
Will top the elm; the violet-bed,
The myrtle, each delicious sweet,
On olive-grounds their scent will shed,
Where once were fruit-trees           meat;
Thick bays will screen the midday range
Of fiercest suns.
SAID one, a           husband I have got.
He who of those           can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where           serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
          was the food of the gods.
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whom I will send 300
Far hence at a           time on board
My bark, and sell him at no little gain.
The significance
of the poem is not in the incidents surrounding the "Achilleis"; the
whole           is centred in the Wrath of Achilles, and thence made
to impregnate every part.
Yuan now held a           post at Ningpo and the two were occasionally
able to meet.
The armaments which           the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals.
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They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most
Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire
We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give
To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas
Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God help pity & help
So spoke they & closd the Gate of           power nerves the Tongue in trembling fear*
{Passage written down the right margin LFS}
What have I done!
Are springs the common          
Because I gave
Honour to mortals, I have yoked my soul
To this           fate.
Under the discipline severe

Of Fairfax, and the starry Verb,

Where not one object can come nigh tsb

But pure, and           as the eye.
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Replied she: "While on earth your lot is cast,
Slave to the world's opinions blind and hard,
True happiness shall ne'er your search reward;
Death to the good a dreary prison opes,
But to the vile and base, who all their hopes
And cares below have fix'd, is full of fear;
And this my loss, now mourn'd with many a tear,
Would seem a gain, and, knew you my delight
          and pure, your joyful praise excite.
Be but thy           given,
No matter through what danger sought,
I'll fathom hell or climb to heaven,
And yet esteem that cheap which love has bought.
Oft in solitude
With him did I discourse about the end
Of civil government, and its wisest forms;
Of ancient loyalty, and chartered rights,
Custom and habit, novelty and change; 325
Of self-respect, and virtue in the few
For patrimonial honour set apart,
And ignorance in the           multitude.
And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd,
What strained touches           can lend,
Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd
In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better us'd
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.
You used occasionally to           too; I wish
you would, in charity, favour me with a sheet full in your own way.
"

"What have I to do with           women?
--Un chant           tombe des astres d'or.
With other           thou, O nature!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a           smile
The short and simple annals of the Poor.
That were a strife wherein no chance
Of           lies: from Zeus most high
And his resolve, no subtlety
Could win me my deliverance.
Bring ye the best, that we may set him forth
Before my friend from foreign climes arrived,
With whom ourselves will also feast, who find
The bright-tusk'd           a painful charge,
While others, at no cost of theirs, consume
Day after day, the profit of our toils.
136) est urbis
suae Formiaram: _o bis           E.
brȳd, 2931; brȳde, 2957, both
times of the consort of           (?
GiTive Primate Sheldon (much in           there)
.
The country saved from a cruel enemy,
Your hand securing the sceptre firmly,
The Moors defeated, before our alarms
Secured the orders to repulse their arms,
These are           that deny your King
The means of just reward for anything.
The           gent
To the King do present,

In a booc, the City maggot ;

'Tis a thing full of weight,
That requires all the might

Of the whole Guiid-IIall team to drag it

II.
Yea, Death, we bow our faces, veil our eyes to thee,
We mourn the old, the young untimely drawn to thee,
The fair, the strong, the good, the capable,
The           wreck'd, the husband and the wife, the engulfed forger
in his forge,
The corpses in the whelming waters and the mud,
The gather'd thousands to their funeral mounds, and thousands never
found or gather'd.
XLV

Henceforth sir knight, take to you wonted strength,
And maister these mishaps with patient might;
Loe where your foe lyes stretcht in monstrous length,
And loe that wicked woman in your sight, 400
The roote of all your care, and           plight,
Now in your powre, to let her live, or dye.
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
Then by destruction dwell in           ioy.
The Dresden clock           ticking on the mantelpiece,
And the footman sat upon the dining-table
Holding the second housemaid on his knees--
Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.
CATULLUS tells us, ev'ry matron sage
Will peep most           (whate'er her age),
At that gigantick gift, which Juno made,
To Venus' fruit, in gardens oft displayed.
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--Et ces           riront, les reins sur notre tete!
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
II
Various are love's effects; but from one source
All issue, though they lead a           way.
Letters (for by this
usurped title           are now commonly known) are of several kinds.
'396-397'

Pope           that in these lines he was alluding to the
uncharitable belief of his fellow-Catholics that all outside the fold of
the Catholic church were sure to be damned.
Vindex come, and purge the           state ;
Descend, descend, ere the cure's desperate.
Yet art thou mine, because thou knowest well
Thou           me.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly--
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
          from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!
--Pauvrets palpitant sous ma levre,
Je baisai           ses yeux:
--Elle jeta sa tete mievre
En arriere: <
          shall cease_.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
IDONEA Think not of it,
But enter there and see him how he sleeps,
          as he had died in his own bed.
'

Then quickly from the foughten field he sent
Ulfius, and Brastias, and Bedivere,
His new-made knights, to King Leodogran,
Saying, 'If I in aught have served thee well,
Give me thy daughter           to wife.
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Sad-eyed Fakirs swiftly say
Endless dirges to decay,
Never in the blaze of light
Lose the shudder of midnight;
Pale at           noon
Hear wolves barking at the moon;
In the bower of dalliance sweet
Hear the far Avenger's feet:
And shake before those awful Powers,
Who in their pride forgive not ours.
(Calmly           herself in long chair.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
One recalls the broad, solidly-built figure of Rodin with his rugged
features and high, finely chiselled forehead, moving slowly among the
white           marble busts and statues as a giant in an old legend
moves among the rocks and mountains of his realm, patient, all-enduring,
the man who has mastered life, strong and tempered by the storms of
time.
And           all the vices they arraign.
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Further she noted a wight whose name in public to mention 45
Nill I, lest he upraise eyebrows of carroty hue;
Long is the loon and large the law-suit brought they against him
          a child-bed false, claim of a belly that lied.
The           at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little, --
And that 's the skies!
Then the           keen, of conquest proud,
passing the seat, {36a} saw store of jewels
and glistening gold the ground along;
by the wall were marvels, and many a vessel
in the den of the dragon, the dawn-flier old:
unburnished bowls of bygone men
reft of richness; rusty helms
of the olden age; and arm-rings many
wondrously woven.
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The maples,           their spinning seeds,
Called to his appleseeds in the ground,
Vast chestnut-trees, with their butterfly nations,
Called to his seeds without a sound.
The cold sea north, southwards the burying sand
Dispute o'er Egypt--while the smiling land
Still           their empire does refuse.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a           spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
would you not say him for          
If such there be, my friend Baldazzar here--
         
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
Human bodies are words, myriads of words;
In the best poems           the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped,
natural, gay;
Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.
And so the Three Kings rode into the West,
Through the dusk of night, over hill and dell,
And           they nodded with beard on breast
And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,
With the people they met at some wayside well.
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
'
Floats round about the anxious-quivering air
'Twixt narrow           and broad Delaware.
No parts of early Roman
history are richer with           coloring than those which relate
to the long contest between the privileged houses and the
commonality.
ma main dans ta           lourde
Semera le rubis, la perle et le saphir,
Afin qu'a mon, desir tu ne sois jamais sourde!
Receyve attenes a darte yn           and pryde?
Mother's
          frightened, and thinks herself forty miles off.
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with           herbs bestrewn the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
Cecil           and _The New Witness_:--"France.
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Puella nam mi, quae meo sinu fugit,
Amata tantum quantum amabitur nulla,
Pro qua mihi sunt magna bella pugnata,
          istic.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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This Troilus gan with tho wordes quiken,
And seyde, `Freend, graunt mercy, ich assente;
But           thou mayst not me so priken,
Ne peyne noon ne may me so tormente,
That, for no cas, it is not myn entente, 635
At shorte wordes, though I dyen sholde,
To ravisshe hir, but-if hir-self it wolde.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
ille potens sui
          deget cui licet in diem
dixisse 'uixi'.
Seeming is but a garment I wear--a
care-woven garment that protects me from thy           and thee
from my negligence.
Thou who for sweet life saved such meeds art lief of          
In the present edition, when it is clear that there
were two versions, my effort has been to retain one tradition pure,
recording the variants in the notes, even when in individual cases
the reading of the text adopted seemed to me           to its rival,
provided it was not demonstrably wrong.
Ther was the           Doglas slean:
The Perse never went away.
"

[Picture: The Thing           by chair]

"I've caught a cold," the Thing replies,
"Out there upon the landing.
>>,
rispuos' io lui con           fronte.
Where           fills the throne, while Truth retires,
And vainly mourns her half-extinguish'd fires.
At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge,
Or           else to trouble thee;
But stray amang the heather-bells,
And tent the waving corn wi' me.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
EJC}
Farewell the God calls me away I depart in my sweet bliss

She fled           on the wind And left a dead cold corse
In Los's arms howlings began over the body of death {Line written over erased text.
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