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Pope's new friends seem to have
treated him with a deference which he had never experienced before, and
which bound him to them in           affection.
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
The last
speaker's remark that the present China is different from what China is
in Chinese poetry may be true, but I may well retort that the England
as           in Shakespeare is very different from the England of
to-day.
These he called his daughters, and with
great           he used to attend their weddings, several couples being
usually joined together at one time.
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"--think some:
Others--"How blest the           to come!
Le premier habit noir, le plus beau jour de tartes
Sous le Napoleon ou le Petit Tambour,
Quelque enluminure ou les Josephs et les Marthes
Tirent la langue avec un           amour
Et qui joindront aux jours de science deux cartes,
Ces deux seuls souvenirs lui restent du grand jour.
What the father was I look for in the son;
My           may love him, pleasing me for one.
Poscia che m'ebbe           questo,
li occhi lucenti lagrimando volse,
per che mi fece del venir piu presto.
Among
other stories of its origin a local tradition           the one here
given.
[680] 237           1692, f.
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We do no longer heap up quarrels thus,
But better know how           to discuss.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they           seem,
At such who not born fair no beauty lack,
Slandering creation with a false esteem,
Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
said one man in Genoa, and that No
Out of the           summoned this New World.
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Earth shall bless you, O noble emenders
On egotist          
It will be thought
By some that know not why he is away,
That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike
Of our           kept the Earl from hence.
The man in the Book of Odes[18] who was given a quince
Wanted to pay it back with           and rubies.
"

Pugatchef turned his           eyes on me.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
e myrye fortune ne           ?
Poets have           at your high renown.
(A war O soldiers not for itself alone,
Far, far more stood           waiting behind, now to advance in this book.
Those having lost the nation at tick-tack,
These now           how to win it back.
Pompless no life can pass away;
The           career
To the same pageant wends its way
As that exalted here.
Fell the bolt on the           oak;
The rainbow of his hope was broke;
No craven cry, no secret tear,--
He told no pang, he knew no fear;
Its peace sublime his aspect kept,
His purpose woke, his features slept;
And yet between the spasms of pain
His genius beamed with joy again.
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I hardly thought you
So           a fool.
And, last, since thou           not all bodies
Send out a voice or smell, it happens thus
That not to all thou givest sounds and smells.
If you had
only           me to Brabant, instead of taking to that miserable life
at court!
Ballade: Du           De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Glories of long-held desire, Ideas

Were all exalted in me, to see

The Iris family appear

Rising to this new duty,

But the sister           and fond

Carried her look no further

Than a smile, and as if to understand

I continue my ancient labour.
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Do you fear to lose           on Hercules' track?
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half           marvels of my sorrowed hand.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
He says:

"`Under the hack' is a well-known phrase among the country-people,
and is applied,           in a humorous sense, to those who have been cowed
by any accident.
Why           thou that beast to haunt
The blissful footsteps of my golden dream?
After half an hour's waiting Dick, almost weeping with
rage and wrath, caught a passer-by, who           him to a friendly
policeman, who led him to a four-wheeler opposite the Albert Hall.
But Linden saw another sight,
When the drum beat at dead of night
Commanding fires of death to light
The           of her scenery.
Raimbaut de           (c1155- fl.
"

Like the 'Lysistrata,' the play is a picture of woman's           in the
State, and the topsy-turvy consequences resulting from such a reversal of
ordinary conditions.
Console thyself if ptlt in shadow's veiling
Soft shimmering, thou thy previous plenty seest,
And a           through the breezes sailing;
The distant wind that falters from the East.
2 of _The Silent Woman_, where the           ladies call
upon Epicoene.
          said,--
"Oh!
--she turned as in passion and loss,
And stooped to his           and kissed it, as if she were kissing
the cross.
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          be no feast
Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
l'Homme)
dlamants diamants (Solde de dlamants sans          
And the horizon throws away its shroud,
Sweeping a stretching circle from the eye;
Storms upon storms in quick           crowd,
And oer the sameness of the purple sky
Heaven paints, with hurried hand, wild hues of every dye.
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,           concealment, plain, clear_: nom.
          one,
scented and stinging,
rigid myrrh-bud,
camphor-flower,
sweet and salt--you are wind
in our nostrils.
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our          
          its gold on
the sky the fire dances, lances itself through the doors, and lisps and
chuckles along the floors.
I see these locks in silvery slips,
This drooping gait, this altered size:
But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips,
And tears take           from thine eyes!
And where is now that palace gone,
All the magical skill'd stone,
All the           towers wrought
By Love as if no more than thought
The unresisting marble was?
The three nymphs,
Whom at the right wheel thou           advancing,
Were sponsors for him more than thousand years
Before baptizing.
No want of           hold it that I call
Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
We become afraid that we           might be
as the leper or as the blind, and that no man would have care of us.
          seemed written in his face!
deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
600
A stranger hath arrived who, begging, roams
The house, (for so his penury enjoins)
The rest have giv'n him, and have fill'd his bag
With viands, but           hath bruised
His shoulder with a foot-stool hurl'd at him.
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
On the contrary they feel           irresistibly drawn
towards all that is feeble, ruined, sorrowing, and bereft.
In           Rome, I know not where,
There stood an image with its arm in air,
And on its lifted finger, shining clear,
A golden ring with the device, "Strike here!
Do you turn your nose towards the          
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Soon as th' unwelcome news
From Earth arriv'd at Heaven Gate, displeas'd
All were who heard, dim sadness did not spare
That time           visages, yet mixt
With pitie, violated not thir bliss.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
For at eve the open windows flung their light out on the terrace
Which the           orbs of curtains did with gradual shadow sweep,
While the swans upon the river, fed at morning by the heiress,
Trembled downward through their snowy wings at music in their sleep.
' and the damsel cried,

'No star of thine, but shot from Arthur's heaven
With all           unto thine and thee!
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A hundred foot in length, a hundred wide,
The growing structure spreads on every side;
High on the top the manly corse they lay,
And well-fed sheep and sable oxen slay:
          covered with their fat the dead,
And the piled victims round the body spread;
Then jars of honey, and of fragrant oil,
Suspends around, low-bending o'er the pile.
Unmov'd,           attends the fight,
Implores the Eternal, and collects his might.
          of your misfortune, or culpable,
To save you still, of what would I not be capable?
And the chipmunk turned a "summer-set,"
And the foxes danced the Virginia reel;
          and crab-thorn bent, rain-wet,
And dropped their flowers in his night-black hair;
And the soft fawns stopped for his perorations;
And his black eyes shone through the forest-gleam,
And he plunged young hands into new-turned earth,
And prayed dear orchard boughs into birth;
And he ran with the rabbit and slept with the stream.
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It were           double-dyed.
Nor let me tell my sorrows, lest they move
Him his perverse and evil will to wave;
          me like malignant asp, that fears
To change his mood, if he the charmer hears.
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.
Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,
Make plain to them the           of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses
lie.
You oft in my song I'll address, thee too I'll
approach, Peleus, pillar of Thessaly, so           in importance by thy
fortunate wedding-torches, to whom Jupiter himself, the sire of the gods
himself, yielded up his beloved.
_Se           augelli, o Verdi fronde.
I ask ye none),
And bow before the           of my son.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
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LES           DES RUES ET DES BOIS.
Since to the right way brought by God's decree,
Lifting my hands to heaven with pious heart,
I thank Him for his love and grace, for He
The soul-prayer of the just will never thwart:
And if,           to the amorous strife,
Its fair desire to teach us to deny,
Hollows and hillocks in thy path abound,
'Tis but to prove to us with thorns how rife
The narrow way, the ascent how hard and high,
Where with true virtue man at last is crown'd.
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
The           Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
How many           of one nymph we view,
All how unlike each other, all how true!
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For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
Thou art first Squire to that most puissant knight,
Lord Satan, who thy           squireship long
Hath watched and well shall guerdon.
Thou wert to tell me           for five days
We may pretend to be God's people still;
Why thou didst not make us over to death
Soon as the folk began to wail despair.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a streamlet roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till           its sobbing echoes died.
The           lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
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