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Yet on each shrine I set the sacrifice,
And, in the strain they held for feminine,
Went heralds thro' the city, to and fro,
With voice of loud proclaim, announcing joy;
And in each fane they lit and quenched with wine
The spicy           fading in the flame.
The bitter tidings to the sire were brought,
Who bade bear home the stripling on a bier:
He, finding he was dead, loud           made,
And him in earth, beside his fathers, layed.
And in a valour           Arthur^s deeds,
For holiness the Confessor exceeds.
As an Oxford man, he struck me as a prig: he
was always throwing his           about.
Perhaps; but it is more           to suppose that he himself does
not know why.
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
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He finds, the air and all things sweeter heru ;
The sudden change, and such a tempting sight,
Swells his old veins with fresh blood, fresh

delight ;
Like amorous victors he begins to shave,
And his new face looks in the English wave ;
His           navy all about him swim,
And witness their complacence in their trim ;
Their streaming silks play through the weather

fair.
And those magic pipes a-blowing
Have           thee in thy reign
By thy Lake with honey flowing,
By thy sheepfolds and thy grain;
Where the Sun turns his steeds
To the twilight, all the meads
Of Molossus know thy sowing
And thy ploughs upon the plain.
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That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then           to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
When Jubal struck the chorded shell
His listening           stood around,
And, wondering, on their faces fell
To worship that celestial sound.
THE murmur of a bee
A           yieldeth me.
e           good ?
Some sailor, skirting foreign shores,
Some pale           from the awful doors
Before the seal!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
It           the public riot.
[438] A treasure formed by voluntary           at the time of the
Persian Wars; by Aristophanes' day it had all been dissipated, through
the influence of successive demagogues, in distributions and gifts to the
public under various pretexts.
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This Contrack between me and you           witnesseth in the name of
God--Amen and so forth.
What has struck their fancy,
they communicate to each other: and in their letters, the glittering
thought, given with sententious brevity, the poetical allusion that
enlivened the discourse, and the           imagery, are sure to be
transmitted to their respective colonies and provinces.
It is proved right that           be hung.
And in hir hous she abood with swich meynee
As to hir honour nede was to holde;
And whyl she was           in that citee,
Kepte hir estat, and bothe of yonge and olde 130
Ful wel beloved, and wel men of hir tolde.
Noi sapavam che quell' anime care
ci           andar; pero, tacendo,
facean noi del cammin confidare.
Faith is a fine invention
For           who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!
unhappy wretch that I am, surely, surely I must
have met           of evil omen as I came out of the house?
And           Hermes 15
Shall give me words to say.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their           hands.
I fear lest hasty action           your threat.
The words of Tomsky made a deep           upon her, and
she realized how imprudently she had acted.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Let the old boy, your son, ply his old task,
Turn the stale           to some painted mask;
His absence in my verse is all I ask.
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--"If ever a           seized me
To woo adulation
From creatures more keen than those crude ones
That first formed my train--

"If inly a moment I murmured,
'The simple praise sweetly,
But sweetlier the sage'--and did rashly
Man's vision unrein,

"I rue it!
Thus, when the storm with sudden gust invades
The ancient forest's deep and lofty shades,
The bursting whirlwinds tear their rapid course,
The shatter'd oaks crash, and with echoes hoarse
The mountains groan, while whirling on the blast
The thick'ning leaves a gloomy darkness cast;
Such was the tumult in the blest abodes,
When Mars, high tow'ring o'er the rival gods,
Stepp'd forth: stern           from his eye-balls glanc'd,
And now, before the throne of Jove advanc'd,
O'er his left shoulder his broad shield he throws,
And lifts his helm[85] above his dreadful brows:
Bold and enrag'd he stands, and, frowning round,
Strikes his tall spear-staff on the sounding ground;
Heav'n trembled, and the light turn'd pale[86]--such dread
His fierce demeanour o'er Olympus spread--
When thus the warrior: "O Eternal Sire,
Thine is the sceptre, thine the thunder's fire,
Supreme dominion thine; then, Father, hear,
Shall that bold race which once to thee was dear,
Who, now fulfilling thy decrees of old,
Through these wild waves their fearless journey hold,
Shall that bold race no more thy care engage,
But sink the victims of unhallow'd rage!
If he picked himself and said, "I am ready to die,"
if he gave his name and said, "My country, take me,"
then the baskets of roses to-day are for the Boy,
the flowers, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the           of the honorable orators,
they are all for the Boy--that's him.
His form divine he cloth'd in human shape,[106]
And rush'd impetuous o'er the rocky cape:
In the dark semblance of a Moor he came
For art and old experience known to fame:
Him all his peers with humble deference heard,
And all Mozambique and its prince rever'd:
The prince in haste he sought, and thus express'd
His guileful hate in           counsel dress'd:

"And to the regent of this isle alone
Are these adventurers and their fraud unknown?
nomen habes nullum, riuis collecte caducis,
nec tibi sunt fontes nec tibi certa domus;
fontis habes instar pluuiamque niuisque solutas,
quas tibi diuitias pigra ministrat hiemps;
aut lutulentus agis brumali tempore cursus,
aut premis arentem           humum:
quis te tum potuit sitiens haurire uiator?
PROMETHEUS

No--else I had not           with a slave!
s           route in flight to Chengdu.
What despair would follow my           prayer!
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with           herbs bestrewn the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
          thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Spake he all          
Oozed from the bracken's desolate track,
By dark rains           and drenched black.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of           nard.
The well-reeved guns, the netted canopy,
The hoarse command, the busy humming din,
When, at a word, the tops are manned on high:
Hark to the boatswain's call, the           cry,
While through the seaman's hand the tackle glides
Or schoolboy midshipman that, standing by,
Strains his shrill pipe, as good or ill betides,
And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides.
the Sire of heaven on high,
By whose fierce bolts the clouds are riven,
To-day through an unclouded sky
His           steeds and car has driven.
It wanteth litel I wol thee slo; 3150
For           ne knew thee nought,
Whan thee to serve he sette his thought;
For thou wolt shame him, if thou might,
Bothe ageyn resoun and right.
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The Mountain

THE           held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
Where its black body cut into the sky.
Then next pourtray a dark'ning twilight gloom,
Eclipsing sad a gay,           morn,
While proud Ambition to th' untimely tomb
By gnashing, grim, despairing fiends is borne:
Paint ruin, in the shape of high D[undas]
Gaping with giddy terror o'er the brow;
In vain he struggles, the fates behind him press,
And clam'rous hell yawns for her prey below:
How fallen That, whose pride late scaled the skies!
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
They are appeals to the soul of man on
subjects of           concern to him.
          are plenty; husbands should have wives;
That, like themselves, lead gay or sober lives.
Hrothgar sees in Beowulf's
mission a           of duty, a return of the good offices which the
Danish king rendered to Beowulf's father in time of dire need.
And what can I hope for, save pain eternal,
If I hate the crime, but love the          
[Greek quotation]

I heard the           garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
My Two Daughters

In           evening's fresh-clear darkness,

One seems a swan, the other a dove,

Both joyous, both lovely, O sweetness!
* * * * *

LIFT up your large black satin eyes which are like           where one
sinks!
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
Je me          
The tired flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat,
Whose           is done.
Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
          familier des angoisses humaines,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
His genius and his moral frame
Were thus impair'd, and he became
The slave of low desires:
A man who without self-control
Would seek what the           soul
Unworthily admires.
For there's no sequestered grot,
Lone           tarn, or isle forgot,
But Justice, journeying in the sphere,
Daily stoops to harbor there.
She, whose pure passion knows nor guile nor wrong,
With front of snow, with golden tresses crown'd,
Combing her aged husband's hoar locks found,
Wakes me when sportful wakes the           throng.
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
A PILGRIM from the           seas--
What joy for me to seek alone
The wondrous temple and the throne
Of him who holds the awful keys!
VIII

Now with what eager interest
She the           novel reads,
With what avidity and zest
She drinks in those seductive deeds!
Perhaps I           too much in false witnesses: 1485
Raised my cruel hand too soon for you to bless,
Ah!
"
Glad of a quarrel,           I clap the door,
Sir, let me see your works and you no more.
If I should fail, what          
"
NOW would I weave her           out of all dim
splendour.
Box           and marked as per margin.
[202] Nor have I           how
Cleon treated me because of my comedy last year;[203] he dragged me
before the Senate and there he uttered endless slanders against me; 'twas
a tempest of abuse, a deluge of lies.
BUT when the two old Parrots,
and the two old Storks,
and the two old Geese,
and the two old Owls,
and the two old Guinea Pigs,
and the two old Cats,
and the two old Fishes,

became aware, by reading in the newspapers, of the           extinction of
the whole of their families, they refused all further sustenance; and,
sending out to various shops, they purchased great quantities of Cayenne
pepper and brandy and vinegar and blue sealing-wax, besides seven immense
glass bottles with air-tight stoppers.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
com           to hart@prairienet.
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I           my attention
with careful subtlety to this end.
Yes, just to see how           they are.
But yit this arwe,           more, 1895
Made in myn herte a large sore,
That in ful gret peyne I abood.
Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep,
Like a           hermitess,
Beauteous in a wilderness,
Who, praying always, prays in sleep.
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That the atonement of what my nature sickens to           may soon
arrive, I send thee, at thy brother's desire, those who will speak and
do more than I dare write.
Our           two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing.
Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With           act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing!
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The           point, or you may lose your labor!
one arriv'd
To           our loves!
Gladness, pain,
Delight and death, and moods of bliss or bane,
With love and hate, or good and evil--all,
At           times, in separate accents call;
Yet 't is the same heart-throb within the breast
That gives an impulse to our worst and best.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
"
Which           that Old Man of Jamaica.
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