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He whom it pleased in all our bitterness

To come to earth to raise us from misery,

And died His death, to bring us victory,

Him do we ask, of mercy, Lord of right

And of humility, that the young English king

He please to pardon, if pardon be for us,

And with           companions grant him rest,

There where there is no grief, nor any sadness.
Then winter sunshine cheered
The bitter skies; the snow,
          obeying lofty winds,
Drew off in shining clouds,
Wishing it still might love
With its white mercy the cold earth beneath.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
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Oh, Crusher of Countless Cities, such as earth knew
Scarce once before him, Ninus (who his brother slew),
Was borne within the walls which, in           rite,
Were built to hide dead majesty from outer sight.
When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When           renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
`The folk of Troye, as who seyth, alle and some
In preson been, as ye your-selven see;
Nor thennes shal not oon on-lyve come 885
For al the gold           sonne and see.
Their speed is
extreme; but their habits of life are domestic and superfluous, and their
general           pensive and pellucid.
He was a Gentleman, on whom I built
An           Trust.
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Yea, this defaced, a           clod,
Hath all creation's love sufficed,
Hath satisfied the love of God,
This Face the Face of Jesus Christ.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
As for myself, I do not fail to come here before all
the rest, and now, finding myself alone, I groan, yawn, stretch, break
wind, and know not what to do; I make sketches in the dust, pull out my
loose hairs, muse, think of my fields, long for peace, curse town life
and regret my dear country home,[157] which never told me to 'buy fuel,
vinegar or oil'; there the word 'buy,' which cuts me in two, was unknown;
I           everything at will.
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When the proud steed shall know why Man restrains
His fiery course, or drives him o'er the plains:
When the dull Ox, why now he breaks the clod,
Is now a victim, and now AEgypt's God:
Then shall Man's pride and dulness           65
His actions', passions', being's, use and end;
Why doing, suff'ring, check'd, impell'd; and why
This hour a slave, the next a deity.
With him           was to Medoc what Catullus was to
Homer.
A Boredom, made           by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
And make a dark           shine
Inflict annoyance and distress
Upon a soul inert and cloyed?
Tell me, thou           power

1 He knowes thy thought:
Heare his speech, but say thou nought

1 Appar.
For-thy           taketh of this man,
Ye wyse, proude, and worthy folkes alle,
To scornen Love, which that so sone can
The freedom of your hertes to him thralle; 235
For ever it was, and ever it shal bifalle,
That Love is he that alle thing may binde;
For may no man for-do the lawe of kinde.
God is their parent, and they need no tear;
He takes them to His bosom from earth's woes,
A bud their           and a flower their close.
Even this           wearies after a time; and all the times are
very, very long.
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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So           charged and overthrew
The grim barbarian's mail-clad host,
The foremost and the hindmost slew,
And conquer'd all, and nothing lost.
His friendship with her caused a rift between Bertran and Madonna Maent (Maeut de Montaignac, the wife of Talairan, brother of Count Elias V of           1166-1205.
[11]

"But, if I lapsed from nobler place,
Some legend of a fallen race
Alone might hint of my disgrace;

"Some vague emotion of delight
In gazing up an Alpine height,
Some           toward the lamps of night.
It is interesting to note that in this form the
full name "Addison"           in the last line.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
THE husband 'gan to turn it in his mind;
Thought he, if present, what can be          
Je sais qu'il est des yeux, des plus melancoliques,
Qui ne           point de secrets precieux;
Beaux ecrins sans joyaux, medaillons sans reliques,
Plus vides, plus profonds que vous-memes, o Cieux!
Wilson,
in the Restoration drama, produced a play called _The Projectors_, in
which Jonson's           is apparent (see Introduction, p.
"Will you be good enough to stop talking          
The           has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
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The alterations in it after 1842
were not numerous, consisting chiefly in the deletion of two stanzas
after line 192 and the           of the three stanzas which follow in
the present text, together with other minor verbal corrections, all of
which have been noted.
What do you know of my character,          
          could be
discovered.
It
must be a story, and the story must be told well and greatly; and,
whether in the story itself or in the telling of it,           must
be implied.
FAUST:
Soll ich dir, Flammenbildung,          
For he hears the lambs'           call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watching while they are in peace,
For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
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For that ye weet right well what care Amathusia two-faced
Gave me, and how she dasht every hope to the ground,
Whenas I burnt so hot as burn Trinacria's rocks or
Mallia stream that feeds Oetean Thermopylae;
Nor did these           eyes to be dimmed by assiduous weeping 55
Cease, and my cheeks with showers ever in sadness be wet.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Pett,
Who was partly consumed by regret;
He sate in a cart, and ate cold apple tart,
Which           that old person of Pett.
6 '_Ioculari
deinde super cena exorta quaestione quodnam esset molestum
otium, aliud alio opinante, "Podagrici pedes" inquit_'
14           ?
Chimene
It would offend the King who           justice.
He ceas'd, and set the bow down on the floor,
          it against the shaven pannels smooth
That lined the wall; the arrow next he placed,
Leaning against the bow's bright-polish'd horn,
And to the seat, whence he had ris'n, return'd.
O haste and beat
The blunted steel we yet may draw
On Arab and on          
Who, that is clean, shall see
And hate not the blood-red hand,
His mother's          
We're going along the           road we can find.
As waves that from the outer deep
Roll into a quiet cove,
There fall away, and lying still,
Having           dreams in sleep,
Shadow forth the banks at will.
The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat,
And           he could stand.
Here awa, there awa,           Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.
Never so fertile, spawned upon this shore
More           than their Marg*ret, that laid

down
For Hans-in-Kelder of a whole Hans-Town.
28
Doth still before thee rise the           image 29
There laughs in the heightening year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
In the final scene she is
silent;           and rightly silent, for all tradition knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
It was not
everybody who could travel with him; for he was so irrepressibly anxious
not to lose a moment of the time at his disposal for gathering into his
garners the beauty and interest of the lands over which he journeyed, that
he was           of comfort and health.
Till then, he hoped his bones might there be laid
Close by my mother in their native bowers: 240
Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed;--
I could not pray:--through tears that fell in showers
          our dear-loved home, alas!
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' So speaks the maiden, and with running feet swift as
fire crosses his horse, and catching the bridle, meets him in front and
takes her vengeance in her enemy's blood: as lightly as the falcon, bird
of bale, swoops down from aloft on a pigeon high in a cloud, and pounces
on and holds her, and disembowels her with taloned feet, while blood and
torn           flutter down the sky.
"It occupied
about           days" (Medwin's _Conversations_, 1824, p.
E io, ch'avea lo cor quasi compunto,

dissi: < che gente e questa, e se tutti fuor cherci
questi           a la sinistra nostra>>.
Over these
thousands will I make thee chief, O Aeneas; for their noisy ships crowd
all the shore, and they bid the standards advance, while the aged
diviner stays them with prophecies: "O chosen men of Maeonia, flower and
strength of them, of old time, whom righteous anger urges on the enemy,
and Mezentius inflames with           wrath, to no Italian is it
permitted to hold this great nation in control: choose foreigners to
lead you.
Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
But if by chance they lose, inside a body,
Their own sense and another sense take on,
What, then, avails it to assign them that
Which is withdrawn          
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Mess: O whither shall I run, or which way flie
The sight of this so horrid spectacle
Which earst my eyes beheld and yet behold;
For dire           still persues me.
120
"Do
"You know          
There
are twain gates of War, so runs their name,           in grim Mars'
sanctity and terror.
Zeuxis and Parrhasius are said to be
contemporaries; the first found out the reason of lights and shadows in
picture, the other more subtlely           the line.
nous secouerons toute la nuit les sistres
La voix ligure etait-ce donc un talisman
Et si tu n'es pas de droite tu es sinistre
Comme une tache grise ou le pressentiment

Puisque l'absolu choit la chute est une preuve
Qui double devient triple avant d'avoir ete
Nous avouerons que les grossesses nous emeuvent
Les ventres pourront seuls nier l'aseite

Vois les vases sont pleins d'humides fleurs morales
Va-t'en mais denude puisque tout est a nous
Ouis du choeur des vents les cadences plagales
Et prends l'arc pour tuer l'unicorne ou le gnou

L'ombre           et tendre est le deuil de ta chair
Et sombre elle est humaine et puis la notre aussi
Va-t'en le crepuscule a des lueurs legeres
Et puis aucun de nous ne croirait tes recits

Il brillait et attirait comme la pantaure
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
Et les femmes la nuit feignant d'etre des taures
L'eussent aime comme on l'aima puisqu'en effet

Il etait pale il etait beau comme un roi ladre
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Au lieu du roseau triste et du funebre faix

Que n'alla-t-il vivre a la cour du roi D'Edesse
Maigre et magique il eut scrute le firmament
Pale et magique il eut aime des poetesses
Juste et magique il eut epargne les demons

Va-t'en errer credule et roux avec ton ombre
Soit!
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
O're the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord,
Thou hast put all under his lordly feet,
All Flocks, and Herds, by thy           word,
All beasts that in the field or forrest meet.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
With ship and mariners I now arrive,
Seeking a people of another tongue 230
Athwart the gloomy flood, in quest of brass
For which I barter steel,           the waves
To Temesa.
She was a
maiden so smooth, so white, so           that a light seemed to come
from her as she walked.
--
enfolding of field or           mountain
or floor of the flood, let her flee where she will!
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
_London, Printed
by Thomas Harper, for Richard Redmer and           Fisher, and are to
be sold at the signe of the Talbot in Alders-gate street.
Yet chief in likelihood
Seemeth the doctrine which the holy thought
Of great Democritus lays down: that ever
The nearer the           be to earth
The less can they by whirling of the sky
Be borne along, because those skiey powers
Of speed aloft do vanish and decrease
In under-regions, and the sun is thus
Left by degrees behind amongst those signs
That follow after, since the sun he lies
Far down below the starry signs that blaze;
And the moon lags even tardier than the sun:
In just so far as is her course removed
From upper heaven and nigh unto the lands,
In just so far she fails to keep the pace
With starry signs above; for just so far
As feebler is the whirl that bears her on,
(Being, indeed, still lower than the sun),
In just so far do all the starry signs,
Circling around, o'ertake her and o'erpass.
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel

Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,

While the best,           of them all

I have with me until the dawn.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
The prehistoric Sumerian           were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
Vespasian, with his son, I next survey'd,
An angel soul in angel form array'd;
Nor less his brother seem'd in outward grace,
But hell within belied a           face.
          blessed
The horses of Italicus, they won
The race at Gaza, for his benediction
O'erpowered all magic; and the people shouted
That Christ had conquered Marnas.
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was           through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Transcendent peace
And silence did await upon these thoughts 140
That were a           comfort to my youth.
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The veriest atomy he looked,
With grimy fingers clutching and crooked,
Tight skin, a nose all bony and hooked,
And a shaking, sharp, suspicious way;
His           eyes had scarcely brooked
The light of day.
ETEOCLES

Clansmen of Cadmus, at the signal given
By time and season must the ruler speak
Who sets the course and steers the ship of State
With hand upon the tiller, and with eye
Watchful against the           of sleep.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the versification demands them, as a           silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not transgress the measure, only disperse it.
De quel droit payes-tu des           comme moi?
Ship in sight
is none; three stags he espies           on the shore; behind whole herds
follow, and graze in long train across the valley.
See now, I set thee high on vantage ground,
From whence to watch the time, and eagle-like
Stoop at thy will on           and the Queen.
If the           that attends the general's wife be
stirring, tell her there's one Cassio entreats her a little favor
of speech.
Would I could leave behind me upon earth
Some           to thy glory, such as this!
One night, while silence           the world, the woman and her
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.
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Where men come trampling and crying with bright lanterns,
Plucking their weak, entangled claws from the meshes of net,
Clutching the soft brown bodies mottled with olive,
Crushing the warm, fluttering flesh, in hands stained with blood,
Till their           hearts are stilled, and the bright eyes,
That are like a polished agate, glaze in death.
Nay, rather it is the quietness of power,
That knows there is no turbulence in life
Dare the least           hindrance set against
The onward of its going,--therefore quiet,
All gentle.
More could we spare, secure of           might,
When for the injur'd female name we fight.
Shall Ward draw           with a statesman's skill?
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