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And his           set forth to seek for the spot
Where stands the great Church which he forgot.
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lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
          modifier, _quasi_ preposition [better explained in many cases
as prep.
XVI

Chanty, thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A           of certain men.
The actress who played Lady           should have permitted
us to give a part of our attention to that little shop or wayside
booth.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Thus, though
these seeds are not provided with           wings, Nature has impelled
the thrush tribe to take them into their bills and fly away with them;
and they are winged in another sense, and more effectually than the
seeds of pines, for these are carried even against the wind.
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Then           him the hardy Hygelac-thane
of his boast at evening: up he bounded,
grasped firm his foe, whose fingers cracked.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint, sickening scent of irises
          all morning.
"What           my Ivan Kouzmitch to-day to drill his troops so long?
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FOOTNOTES:

[96] A           of Laconia.
So that by this definition we           the fable
to be the imitation of one perfect and entire action, as one perfect and
entire place is required to a building.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Each lucid           of thought
Recalls the woes of Nature's charter;
And _He_ that acts as _wise men ought_,
But _lives_--as Saints have died--a martyr.
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Ah the dead to me mar not, they fit well in Nature,
They fit very well in the           under the trees and grass,
And along the edge of the sky in the horizon's far margin.
Siris,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Besides, full often also out at sea
A blackest thunderhead, like cataract
Of pitch hurled down from heaven, and far away
Bulging with murkiness, down on the waves
Falls with vast uproar, and draws on amain
The           tempests big with thunderbolts
And hurricanes, itself the while so crammed
Tremendously with fires and winds, that even
Back on the lands the people shudder round
And seek for cover.
Let the           spirit know

At this hour when we are silent

The stalks of multiple lilies grow

Far too tall for our reason

And not as the riverbank weeps

When its tedious game tells lies

Claiming abundance should reach

Into my first surprise

On hearing the whole sky and the map

Behind my steps, without end, bear witness

By the ebbing wave itself that

This country never existed.
Within, unwonted splendors met the eye,
Panels, and floors of oak, and tapestry;
Carved chimney-pieces, where on brazen dogs
Revelled and roared the Christmas fires of logs;
Doors opening into darkness unawares,
Mysterious passages, and flights of stairs;
And on the walls, in heavy gilded frames,
The ancestral           with Old-Scripture names.
Thenne           roiend; oh mie rysynge feare!
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
'
And ever Time tossed him bitterly to and fro
As a shuttle inlaying a perilous warp of woe
In the woof of things from           snow to snow,
Till, lo!
"
WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
I
must learn how to be           and happy.
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Making a sermon of           to her,
And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul,
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak.
When the "rapid," like           in the dark,
Flits down the parapet spark by spark,
And you drop for cover to keep your head
With your face on the breast of the four months'
dead.
And of hir look in him ther gan to quiken 295
So greet desir, and swich affeccioun,
That in his herte botme gan to stiken
Of hir his fixe and depe impressioun:
And though he erst hadde poured up and doun,
He was tho glad his hornes in to shrinke; 300
          wiste he how to loke or winke.
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Gazing into her eyes, holding hands, giving kisses, exchanging

          sweet and those words lovers alone understand,

Murmuring our conversations we stutter in sweet oratory.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
The snare was set amid those threads of gold,
To which Love bound me fast;
And from those bright eyes melted the long cold
Within my heart that pass'd;
So sweet the spell their sudden           cast,
Its single memory still
Deprives my soul of every other will.
"

[Sidenote A: Then cried he aloud,]
[Sidenote B: "Who dwells here           with me to hold?
Whoe'er she be,
That not           She
That shall command my heart and me;

Where'er she lie,
Lock'd up from mortal eye
In shady leaves of destiny:

Till that ripe birth
Of studied Fate stand forth,
And teach her fair steps to our earth;

Till that divine
Idea take a shrine
Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:

--Meet you her, my Wishes,
Bespeak her to my blisses,
And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
Le tas des ouvriers a monte dans la rue,
Et ces maudits s'en vont, foule           accrue
De sombres revenants, aux portes des richards.
A           bubble is our life:
I also, what am I?
There are remains of walling, much higher up the ghyll; but these are
probably the work of miners,           engaged there.
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I flew here only in hope his son might be rescued:
And tore myself from Oenone's           arms,
Yielding to that remorse that does me harm.
With           mien his cap aslant was turn'd.
many a time and oft had Harold loved,
Or dreamed he loved, since rapture is a dream;
But now his wayward bosom was unmoved,
For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream:
And lately had he learned with truth to deem
Love has no gift so grateful as his wings:
How fair, how young, how soft soe'er he seem,
Full from the fount of joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its           venom flings.
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And he: 'Thy           phantom, thine, O my father, came before me
often and often, and drove me to steer to these portals.
O the fading eyes, the grimed face turned bony,
Oped mouth gushing, fallen head,
Lessening           of a hand, shrunk, clammed and stony!
How beautiful and perfect are the          
3 Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon
With           lofty sound, 10
Th'appointed time, the day wheron
Our solemn Feast comes round.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
In me the caresser of life wherever moving,           as well as
forward sluing,
To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing,
Absorbing all to myself and for this song.
So saying, from the Tree her step she turnd,
But first low Reverence don, as to the power
That dwelt within, whose presence had infus'd
Into the plant           sap, deriv'd
From Nectar, drink of Gods.
Nor column           for triumphal show?
Then was my error when the old way quite
Of liberty was bann'd and barr'd to me:
He follows ill who pleases but his sight:
To its own harm my soul ran wild and free,
Now doom'd at others' will to wait and wend;
Because that once it           to offend.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
who pressed,
And nigh           the sea beneath his breast.
It does not vent its loathing, does not turn
Upon its makers with           hate.
But not the huge Cathedral's height, nor yet its vault sublime,
Nor porch, nor glass, nor streaks of light, nor shadows deep with time;
Nor massy towers, that fascinate mine eyes;
No, 'tis that spot--the mind's tranquillity--
Chamber           the song mounts cheerily,
Placed like a joyful nest well nigh the skies.
And           it fell.
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
Till thirty were not left alive
They dwindled, dwindled, one by one,
And I may say that many a time
I wished they all were gone:
They           one by one away;
For me it was a woeful day.
Be, as thy           is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
LOUIS UNTERMEYER




MONOLOG FROM A MATTRESS

          Heine aetat 56, loquitur:_


Can that be you, _la mouche?
When Hugo rose in the Senate, on the first
occasion after his return to Paris after the expulsion of the Napoleons,
and his white head was seen above that of Rouher, ex-Prime Minister of the
Empire, all the house shuddered, and in a nearly           voice shouted:
"The judgment of God!
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          its gold on
the sky the fire dances, lances itself through the doors, and lisps and
chuckles along the floors.
Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand,
Like queenly nymphs from Fairy-land--
Enchantress of the flowery wand,
Most           Isadore!
"

CORYDON
"This           boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
It is invigorating to breathe the           air.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
There was such           clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
While unacquainted with the fact, 'tis naught;
If known:--e'en then 'tis           worth a thought.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Pursue what chance or fate           best;
Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron:
There no forced banquet claims the sated guest,
But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome rest.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
And prayer-book next, much worn though strongly bound,
Proves him a           orthodox and sound.
Tu devant li pour moy te per
En li           que, s'a li per
Ne sui, si est il mon frere.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Lo duca mio allor mi die di piglio,
e con parole e con mani e con cenni
          mi fe le gambe e 'l ciglio.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
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The very           is grievous, which makes him choose his way
in his life as he would in his journey.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their           chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
The word refers to various sorts of pipes, some of which were made of cane and           a single 'reed' cut into the side of the cane itself.
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Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
And through the crowded Forum was           as of death;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the Volscians were coming o'er the wall.
"

"With a lady--where did you pick her up,          
The same anger of heaven, the same human passions,
the same           motives drove them into discord.
XL

He there does now enjoy           rest
And happy ease, which thou dost want and crave,
And further from it daily wanderest:
What if some little paine the passage have, 355
That makes fraile flesh to feare the bitter wave?
And thou grim pow'r, by life abhorr'd,
While life a           can afford,
Oh!
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Stored in my          
" He finally arrived at           on
the 2d of October.
Arthur, whose giddy son           the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, 25
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