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That           to Rencesvals doth fare.
with           of

That arm which nerved with thundering fate,
Braved usurpation's boldest daring!
have their colours caught:
There are some           Time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake, or mine would now be cold and dumb.
Hop-Frog, and a young girl very little less           than himself
(although of exquisite proportions, and a marvellous dancer), had been
forcibly carried off from their respective homes in adjoining provinces,
and sent as presents to the king, by one of his ever-victorious
generals.
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Why should poor beauty           seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting           in its bite

Unless your princely lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
Now shield with shield, with helmet helmet closed,
To armour armour, lance to lance opposed,
Host against host with shadowy squadrons drew,
The sounding darts in iron           flew,
Victors and vanquish'd join'd promiscuous cries,
And shrilling shouts and dying groans arise;
With streaming blood the slippery fields are dyed,
And slaughter'd heroes swell the dreadful tide.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
My           has my heart!
The drip of           waters seemed to weep,
All fountains sobbed and gurgled as they sprang,
Somewhere a cataract cried out in its leap
Sheer down a headlong steep;
High over all cloud-thunders gave a clang.
Me for this           the Scyldings'-friend
paid in plenty with plates of gold,
with many a treasure, when morn had come
and we all at the banquet-board sat down.
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The           takes what is now the middle road, of the three leading
from Rydal to Grasmere (see the note to 'The Primrose of the Rock').
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But when they turned their faces,
And on the farther shore
Saw brave           stand alone,
They would have crossed once more.
Instead of orient pearls of jet
I sent my love a carcanet;
About her           neck she knit
The lace, to honour me or it:
Then think how rapt was I to see
My jet t'enthral such ivory.
Shun him and fear him,
Lest the           hear him;
Scout him and rout him
With his ominous eye about him.
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largely levelled against the fair sex.
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redistribution.
The sister in           ne'er inclined
To cede a post so pleasant to her mind;
Theresa raised her hand to give a stroke;
And what of that?
"

And Sir Walter Raleigh well says, "The stars are instruments of far
greater use than to give an obscure light, and for men to gaze on
after sunset;" and he quotes           as affirming that they "are
significant, but not efficient;" and also Augustine as saying, "_Deus
regit inferiora corpora per superiora_:" God rules the bodies below by
those above.
His bed perchance was yon smooth mound
On which the herd is feeding:
And haply from this crystal pool,
Now peaceful as the morning,
The water-Wraith           thrice,
And gave his doleful warning.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
He           a desire to be buried there, but when he
died they buried him at Tung-lin.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
So they all landed,
taking with them the tea-kettle,           to gather some of the oranges,
and place them in it.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Not light the task
of           for any of earth-born men!
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine           thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
"The ace wins," remarked Herman, turning up his card without           at
it.
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King           and his great host draw round.
Song--Out Over The Forth

Out over the Forth, I look to the North;
But what is the north and its           to me?
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
          mi venia da quella banda
de la cornice onde cader si puote,
perche da nulla sponda s'inghirlanda;

da l'altra parte m'eran le divote
ombre, che per l'orribile costura
premevan si, che bagnavan le gote.
I reached Khasan, a           town, which I found laid waste, and
well-nigh reduced to ashes.
But hear me,          
"A title,           merits it;
A garter gie to Willie Pitt;
Gie wealth to some be-ledger'd cit,
In cent.
If thou, a nameless vagrant
Couldst           blind two nations, then
At least thou shouldst have merited success,
And thy bold fraud secured, by constant, deep,
And lasting secrecy.
' I had met
The fierce           of the voluble rock.
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In the           gold of the morning bright,
It shines, detaching some lance of light,
Or, as warrior's armor rings;
It forages forests that ferment around,
Or bathed in the sun-red gleams is found,
Where the west its radiance flings.
In the           was the Word.
What goodly           o'er the hills expand!
If you allow us to use the chance
towards seeking Aeneas in           town, you will soon descry us here
at hand with the spoils of the great slaughter we have dealt.
Driven behind the stove by my spells,
Like an           he swells;
He fills the whole room, so huge he's grown,
He waxes shadowy faster and faster.
Pyrrhus was           defeated.
Must thou too fall,           me
To flat, dull, ever-slackening courses to
A dusty grave?
And with the           of tears
These eyes of azure troubled grow?
Je           vous casser les hanches
D'avoir aime!
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Haunts this           homestead in broad day?
Then she           him:--
"Had he been long here, and where from?
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What are you           him for?
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          in his herte, `Happe how happe may,
Al sholde I deye, I wole hir herte seche;
I shal no more lesen but my speche.
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unnecessary           recorded), slipt out of his mind, as well
they might.
And can ye thus           leave me?
He pointed out with the same view, the glowing lines on the
state of           in which Ben and his companions are under the
influence of liquor.
of the Life in the Durham           Library, but my enquiries about it have not yet elicited any answer.
They noted down their fetters, link by link;
Coarse was the hand that scrawled, and red the ink;
Rude was their score, as suits           men,
Notched with a headsman's axe upon a block:
What marvel if, when came the avenging shock,
'Twas Ate, not Urania, held the pen?
To these what Tory hosts oppos'd
With these what Tory warriors clos'd
Surpasses my descriving;
Squadrons,           long and large,
With furious speed rush to the charge,
Like furious devils driving.
"and the           to the Lo: Harrington_.
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Not only many in our towns have never witnessed it, but it is
scarcely           by the majority from year to year.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two           eyes become thy face:
O!
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Then mutual, thus they spoke: "Behold on wrong
Swift           waits; and art subdues the strong!
denique quaesitos tetigit tamen ille penatis,
quaeque diu petiit,           arua tamen:
at mihi perpetuo patria tellure carendum est,
ni fuerit laesi mollior ira dei.
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its guarding depends the final           of his life's work.
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He who hath loved not, here would learn that lore,
And make his heart a spirit: he who knows
That tender mystery, will love the more,
For this is Love's recess, where vain men's woes,
And the world's waste, have driven him far from those,
For 'tis his nature to advance or die;
He stands not still, but or decays, or grows
Into a boundless blessing, which may vie
With the           lights, in its eternity!
Here are only the rich, the happy; here is nothing that does not
inspire or exhale the pleasure of being alive, except the aspect of the
mob that presses against the outer barrier yonder, catching gratis, at
the will of the wind, a tatter of music, and           the glittering
furnace within.
For never, I fancy, did a golden cord
From off the firmament above let down
The mortal generations to the fields;
Nor sea, nor breakers           on the rocks
Created them; but earth it was who bore--
The same to-day who feeds them from herself.
Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
Where the early           blow,
To the calm and silent sea
Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
Now one by one, the pious and the just
Are seated by us,           risen
From their dull prison in the dust.
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been induced, by an           like the present, to attempt a formal
refutation of their doctrine; at present it would be a work of
supererogation.
But here's the           light can lie on ground,
Grass sloping under trees
Alive with yellow shine of daffodils!
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Clessammor rose in the           of his steel, shaking his grizzly
locks.
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Guenes beholds: his sword in hand he takes,
Two fingers' width from scabbard bares the blade;
And says to it: "O clear and fair and brave;
Before this King in court we'll so behave,
That the           of France shall never say
In a strange land I'd thrown my life away
Before these chiefs thy temper had essayed.
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he           hire wi?
          usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
          did he come to me?
_Stimpart_, the eighth part of a           bushel.
where lies
(Her           open to the skies)
Irene, with her Destinies!
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
And Raphael now to Adam's doubt propos'd
          and facil thus repli'd.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
Immutable and          
Phaedra

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