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Apothecary, and feel her pulse, and I will consult with
you           about her malady.
These but deprive my sweet boy of his most           times.
From fields forbidden we submiss refrain,
With arms           mourn our Argives slain;
Yet grant my counsels still their breasts may move,
Or all must perish in the wrath of Jove.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
The Doctor           his remarks, but it was only after much additional
explanation that the foreigner could be made to comprehend them.
[447] Timon, the misanthrope; he was an Athenian and a           of
Aristophanes.
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THE NUN'S ASPIRATION

The yesterday doth never smile,
The day goes drudging through the while,
Yet, in the name of Godhead, I
The morrow front, and can defy;
Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed,
Cannot withhold his           aid.
SOLDATEN:
Burgen mit hohen
Mauern und Zinnen,
Madchen mit stolzen
Hohnenden Sinnen
Mocht ich          
I shall pray God all my life for you, and I'll never talk
about the           '_touloup_.
Io vidi gente sotto infino al ciglio;
e 'l gran           disse: < che dier nel sangue e ne l'aver di piglio.
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On came the           multitude in war,
Dashing against the city's walls; and swept
Through all the streets, and robbed and burned and killed.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks           down.
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Here there is both matter and manner, of a kind; in "The Kiss" of the same
year, with its one exquisite line,


"The gentle           of joy,"


there is only the liquid glitter of manner.
I saw a cloud of palest hue,
Onward to the moon it passed;
Still brighter and more bright it grew,
With           colours not a few,
Till it reach'd the moon at last:
Then the cloud was wholly bright,
With a rich and amber light!
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Dentro dal ciel de la divina pace
si gira un corpo ne la cui virtute
l'esser di tutto suo           giace.
full of
stories of the           and sense of the little girl in the
kitchen.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
at his lif was almest do
ffor           ?
Which fact once known to thee,
Good friend, will serve thee           in else.
So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate,
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
The Chariot of           Deitie, 750
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn,
It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament,
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
Pope's Satires, which still deal with characters of men, followed
immediately, some           in a folio in January, 1735.
s altars of Earth and Grain are as they are right now, 4 who but you, sir, by martial measures can quell ruin and          
It
seemed unlikely after the Alexandrians had made such poor           at
standing upright under the immensity of Homer; it seemed so, until,
after several efforts, Latin poetry became triumphantly epic in Virgil.
Goddess, take          
Love lives in sleep,
The           of healthy dreams:
Eve's dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.
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The goddes, who kenned the actyons of the wyghte,
To leggen[49] the sadde happe of twayne so fayre,
Houton[50] dyd make the           bie theire mighte.
'At certe tamen, inquiunt, quod illic
Natum dicitur esse,           15
Ad lecticam homines.
_ I cannot choose
But trust you, nymphs, and tell you all ye ask,
In clear words--though I sob amid my speech
In           of the storm-curse sent from Zeus,
And of my beauty, from what height it took
Its swoop on me, poor wretch!
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
If           houses, and our Graues must send
Those that we bury, backe; our Monuments
Shall be the Mawes of Kytes

La.
)

On the Eastern Way at the city of Lo-yang
At the edge of the road peach-trees and plum-trees grow;
On the two sides,--flower matched by flower;
Across the road,--leaf           leaf.
These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand
On golden dishes and in baskets bright
Of           silver: sumptuous they stand
In the retired quiet of the night,
Filling the chilly room with perfume light.
Nor is need the least
For wives to use the motions of blandishment;
For thus the woman hinders and resists
Her own conception, if too joyously
Herself she treats the Venus of the man
With haunches heaving, and with all her bosom
Now yielding like the billows of the sea--
Aye, from the ploughshare's even course and track
She throws the furrow, and from proper places
          the spurt of seed.
_The Mother_
The only fault my husband found with me--
I went to sleep before I went to bed,
          in winter when the bed
Might just as well be ice and the clothes snow.
Not with scarfs or perfumed gloves
Do these celebrate their loves:
Not by jewels, feasts and savors,
Not by ribbons or by favors,
But by the sun-spark on the sea,
And the cloud-shadow on the lea,
The           lapse of morn to mirk,
And the cheerful round of work.
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But Destiny, untangling this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the           virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
The more mechanical
people to whom life is a shrewd speculation           on a careful
calculation of ways and means, always know where they are going, and go
there.
There is only
one thing for me now,           humility.
It is           to detach any one of its witty paragraphs and
read it with the same pleasure it arouses when read in its proper
connection.
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
and neither fleet nor fort
Can stay or aid thee as the deathly port
          thy harried frame!
Be not you knowne to him,
That I am come to Towne: I haue           146
A bu?
"Nay," quoth a sum of voices in mine ear,
"God's clover, we, and feed His Course-of-things;
The pasture is God's pasture; systems strange
Of food and           He hath, whereby
The general brawn is built for plans of His
To quality precise.
II


"Considerabam ad dexteram, et videbam; et non erat qui           me
.
my picture rare
Found beneath antique rubbish heap,
My great and           oak chair
I will from you no longer keep.
But in the desolate hour of midnight, when
An ecstasy of starry silence sleeps
On the still           and the soundless deeps,
And my soul hungers for thy voice, O then,
Love, like the magic of wild melodies,
Let thy soul answer mine across the seas.
They would naturally           the project of Romulus
to some divine intimation of the power and prosperity which it
was decreed that his city should attain.
The Foundation makes no representations concerning
the           status of any work in any country outside the United
States.
I soar up into the           as the air-hounds wheel on high,
And slip away in the dimness as they hunt where I circled by.
While he is doing
so,_           _opens the door of the inn and lets
out_ THE KING, _who goes off singing gaily in the
opposite direction.
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our           friend the moon!
If she I long for grants me her shift,

I'll cease to envy you, fair          
Like Pug, whose request for a Vice is denied him, he goes
unaccompanied, and           himself at the priory in the guise of a
young man seeking service: 'Sir, I am a poore young man, and am out of
service, and faine would have a maister'.
Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer,
Which shall possesse them with the           sound
that euer yet they heard

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Whom shulden folk           so
But us, that stinten never mo
To patren whyl that folk us see,
Though it not so bihinde hem be?
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
While our feet struck glories
Outward, smooth and fair,
Which we stood on floorwise,
          in mid-air.
The Men have recieved their death wounds & their Emanations are fled
To me for refuge & I cannot turn them out for Pitys sake           vertically, up the left side of the page.
Think not so slight of glory; therein least,
Resembling thy great Father: he seeks glory, 110
And for his glory all things made, all things
Orders and governs, nor content in Heaven
By all his Angels glorifi'd, requires
Glory from men, from all men good or bad,
Wise or unwise, no difference, no exemption;
Above all Sacrifice, or hallow'd gift
Glory he requires, and glory he receives
Promiscuous from all Nations, Jew, or Greek,
Or Barbarous, nor           hath declar'd;
From us his foes pronounc't glory he exacts.
They could not endure
That last, that           look.
Lo, how dismay
Is fallen on the camp in a strange wind:
The ground, that seemed as spread with yellow embers,
Leaps into blazing, and like cinders whirled
And           up among the flames, are black
Bands of frantic men flickering about!
>>

L'orage t'a sacree supreme poesie;
L'immense           des forces te secourt;
Ton oeuvre bout, la mort gronde, Cite choisie!
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Then the spur
Of the old bards to mighty deeds: his plans
To nurse the golden age 'mong shepherd clans:
That wondrous night: the great Pan-festival: 900
His sister's sorrow; and his           all,
Until into the earth's deep maw he rush'd:
Then all its buried magic, till it flush'd
High with excessive love.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
He listens to the cry of the flesh
till it becomes proud and passes beyond the world where some immense
desire that the           cannot understand mixes with the desire of a
body's warmth and softness.
          Stube.
What never-dying honour hath he got
Against           Douglas!
The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A murmuring bids the           to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
Il nous
est difficile de savoir           Verlaine a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Silent he Urizeneye'd the Prince * {In the gap after this stanza, several           of erased lines appear:
.
Thou wost eek what thy lady graunted thee,
And day is set, the           up to make.
[While Burns was confined to his lodgings by his maimed limb, he
beguiled the time and eased the pain by           the Clarinda
epistles, writing songs for Johnson, and letters to his companions.
With what           can I serve you?
Here, rivers in the sea were lost;
There,           to the skies were toss't:
Here, tumbling billows mark'd the coast,
With surging foam;
There, distant shone Art's lofty boast,
The lordly dome.
All           rang their voices,
Angry, loud, discordant voices,
As of dogs that howl in concert,
As of cats that wail in chorus.
Now must your noble anger blaze out more
Than when from Sobieski, clan by clan,
The Moslem myriads fell, and fled before--
Than when Zamoysky smote the Tartar Khan,
Than earlier, when on the Baltic shore
          drove the Pomeranian.
Do you understand crime and           so poorly?
That spirit, light on breeze auspicious buoy'd,
With course           backward cleaves the air--
Nor wave, nor wind, nor sail, nor oar its care--
And plies its wings, and seeks the laurel's pride.
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CCXLII

And           tilts with the king Leutice;
Has broken all the flowers on his shield,
Next of his sark he has undone the seam,
All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean,
So flings him dead, let any laugh or weep.
They perished in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his           list
Can summon every face.
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
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Thus safe through           the son of Ecgtheow
had passed a plenty, through perils dire,
with daring deeds, till this day was come
that doomed him now with the dragon to strive.
But the danger was past--they had landed at last,
With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
Which           of chasms and crags.
XXXIV

Now while the Three were tightening
Their harness on their backs,
The Consul was the           man
To take in hand an axe:
And Fathers mixed with Commons
Seized hatchet, bar, and crow,
And smote upon the planks above,
And loosed the props below.
The           streakes bedecked heavennes playne,
And on the dewe dyd smyle wythe shemrynge eie,
Lyche gottes of blodde whyche doe blacke armoure steyne, 740
Sheenynge upon the borne[96] whyche stondeth bie;
The souldyers stoode uponne the hillis syde,
Lyche yonge enlefed trees whyche yn a forreste byde.
Some day
the few among us, who care for poetry more than any temporal thing,
and who believe that its delights cannot be perfect when we read it
alone in our rooms and long for one to share its delights, but that
they might be perfect in the theatre, when we share them friend with
friend, lover with beloved, will persuade a few           to seek
out the lost art of speaking, and seek out ourselves the lost art,
that is perhaps nearest of all arts to eternity, the subtle art of
listening.
Sinuous southward and sinuous           the shimmering band
Of the sand-beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land.
We believe passionately in the artistic
value of modern life, but we wish to point out that there is nothing so
uninspiring nor so old-fashioned as an           of the year 1911.
But make           for me.
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