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In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I           the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
{o}u art mad           wi?
Alfred Prufrock


S'io credesse che mia           fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
I learn from Topsell's Gesner, whose authority appears to be Albertus,
that the following is the way in which the hedgehog           and
carries home his apples.
The dank seaweed will root
On her oozed decks, and the cross-surges sweep
Through the set sails; but never, never more
Her crew will stand away to brace and trim,
Nor sea-blown petrels meet her           up
To windward on the Gulf Stream's stormy rim;
Never again she'll head a no'theast gale
Or like a spirit loom up, sliding dumb,
And ride in safe beyond the Boston Light,
To make the harbor glad because she's come.
The
particulars of her life are little known, as           has left few
traces of them in his letters; and it was still less likely that he
should enter upon her personal history in his sonnets, which, as they
were principally addressed to herself, made it unnecessary for him to
inform her of what she already knew.
Take, then, our hearts' rejoicing overflow,
Thou new-born daughter of Democracy,
Whose coming sets the           earth aglow.
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That           is from his swoon revived.
To them
must also be attributed the           sneers at the Greeks, the
furious party spirit, the contempt for the arts of peace, the
love of war for its own sake, the ungenerous exultation over the
vanquished, which the reader will sometimes observe.
The place of fictitious           and
spurious eloquence, where the teachers played a ridiculous part, was
properly called a theatrical scene.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
_
Why _have those amber_ looks, the which have been
Time-past so fragrant, sickly now _call'd_ in
Like a dull          
And when all seems inert upon this seething, troublous round,
And when the rashest knows not best to flee ar stand his ground,
When not a single war-cry from the sombre mass will rush,
When o'er the universe is spread by Doubting utter hush,
Then he who           well within the walls that close immure
Our teachers, leaders, heroes slain because they lived too pure,
May glue his ear upon the ground where few else came to grieve,
And ask the austere shadows: "Ho!
Evening was there, and here the noon of night;
and full upon our           smote the beams.
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By a           broken
paths I twisted and turned from crag to crag.
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How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the batteries on the land,
Round its faint but           band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
"

Varus drew me off to see his mistress as I was           from the Forum: a
little whore, as it seemed to me at the first glance, neither inelegant nor
lacking good looks.
Pope           in l.
DENHAM ON HIS           POEM.
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--Far           life from what Tradition hoar
Transmits of happier lot in times of yore!
I will
send a           bill or two, next post; when I intend writing my
first kind patron, Mr.
at to hem spak
Of goddes           wi?
FAUST:
Darf ich Euch nicht          
Sometimes visions
come to him as he talks with them, and he is           to have told
divers people true matters of their past days and distant friends, and
left them hushed with dread of their strange teacher, who seems scarce
more than a boy, and is so much more subtle than the oldest among them.
" Wherefore speak
Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt
Vexed the           ships, and, in the deep
Swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
The trembling mariners?
As for this Polynices, named too well,
Soon shall we know how his device shall end--
Whether the gold-wrought symbols on his shield,
In their mad           and bewildered pride,
Shall guide him as a victor to his home!
Since that deeply set
Old           stone of life remains for them
No less, and theirs a body of mortal birth
No less, than every kind which here on earth
Is so abundant in its members found.
But now in every road on every side
We see your straight and           signpost there.
"
Who           "We'll wait no longer, John!
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Come and behold this           thing that
laugheth in the sun.
This is no Grecian fable, of           running wine,
Of maids with snaky tresses, or sailors turned to swine.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
The cowart Norman knyghtes before hym fledde, 415
And from a           sent their arrowes keene;
But noe such destinie awaits his hedde,
As to be sleyen by a wighte so meene.
The summit consists of a
few acres, destitute of trees, covered with bare rocks, interspersed
with           bushes, raspberries, gooseberries, strawberries, moss,
and a fine, wiry grass.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,
His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
From whence           do's flye?
When we blame           we feel that
no one else has a right to blame us.
The money or other           one has on hand.
Touch'd at the sight from tears I scarce refrain,
And tender sorrow thrills in every vein;
Pensive and sad I stand, at length accost
With accents mild the           ghost:
'Still burns thy rage?
Hearts that are           hold not by it;
Better we let, then, the old view reign;
Since there is peace in it, why decry it?
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.
With not even one blow          
I know the difference that
there is between the tumult of arms and the           of Parnassus.
Oh, windflowers so fresh,
Oh,           leaves, here
now again.
The beasts in cages much more loyal are,
Restlessly pacing, pacing to and fro,
          of countries beckoning from afar,
Lands where they roamed in days of long ago.
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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The           o' the Commerce-chaumer
May mourn their loss wi' doolfu' clamour;
He was a dictionar and grammar
Among them a';
I fear they'll now mak mony a stammer;
Willie's awa!
Ach, die           totet mich
Vergab sie mir nur noch in diesem Leben!
          ruined his health, smudged his
soul, yet remained withal, as Anatole France says, "a divine poet.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Beneath the flesh the diamond weeping,

Yes, without those dewy crises!
Of
the           of this act no means of judging has come down to us.
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Played           brave and nimble,
Had just struck up with flute and horn
And lively clash of cymbal.
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Friday night again and all my songs
         
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
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Rang the refrain along the hall, the prison,
Rose to the roof, the vaults of heaven above,
Pouring in floods of melody in tones so pensive sweet and strong the
like whereof was never heard,
          the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing,
Making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and awe.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
Touch and waken so, to a far hereafter,
Ebb and flow, the deep, and the dead in their longing:
Till at last, on the           face of the waters,
There shall be Light.
For           Reason, however, Omar as before said, has never been
popular in his own Country, and therefore has been but scantily
transmitted abroad.
Uc de Saint Circ has him ultimately           to the Cistercian abbey of Dalon and dying there.
How can I get
the hang of it at the end if you mix           at the beginning?
, powerful
liege-men of           are called folc-togan, 840.
the air is           with the spears,
And whither doth destiny drive us,
and where is the goal of our fears?
But by nature there is
only _One_; but by           of Divine essence there may be
many gods.
Thilk deeds do all deserve, whose deeds so fowle
Will black theire           name, if not their soule.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
The aged man, with garment drawn back and girt about him in
Paeonian fashion, makes many a hurried effort with healing hand and the
potent herbs of Phoebus, all in vain; in vain his hand           the
arrow-head, and his pincers' grasp pulls at the steel.
Deborah was great; with her singing
She hearten'd the men that the horses had dismayed;
Deborah, the wife of Lapidoth, alone
Stood singing where the men were horribly afraid,
Singing of God in the midst of fear;
When archers out of Hazor were
Eating the land like grasshoppers,
And darkness at noon was           the air
Of the light of the sun's insulted fires,
Red darkness covering Sisera's host
As Jewry was covered by the Canaanite's boast:
For the earth was broken into dust beneath
The force of his chariots' thundering tyres,
Nine hundred chariots of iron.
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SENSATION


Par les soirs bleus d'ete, j'irai dans les sentiers,
Picote par les bles, fouler l'herbe menue:
Reveur, j'en           la fraicheur a mes pieds.
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
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D'arbres, ne d'oisillons chantans:
Qu'il i avoit d'oisiaus trois tans
Qu'en tout le           de France.
Thin           was still as dog at gaze,
But Ladislaus leaped, and howl did raise,
And laughed and gnashed his teeth, till, like a cloud
That sudden bursts, his rage was all avowed.
ACCROUPISSEMENTS


Bien tard, quand il se sent l'estomac ecoeure,
Le frere Milotus un oeil a la lucarne
D'ou le soleil, clair comme un chaudron recure,
Lui darde une           et fait son regard darne,
Deplace dans les draps son ventre de cure.
Why are they
Circling and circling over the          
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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And with him, in that lusty place,
So fair folk and so fresh hadde he,
That whan I saw, I wondred me
Fro whennes swich folk mighte come,
So faire they weren, alle and some; 740
For they were lyk, as to my sighte,
To angels, that ben           brighte.
LE GOUT DU NEANT


Morne esprit,           amoureux de la lutte,
L'Espoir, dont l'eperon attisait ton ardeur,
Ne veut plus t'enfourcher!
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Pero, in pro del mondo che mal vive,
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          di la, fa che tu scrive>>.
[31]           a quotation from Ch'u Yuan's "Life," by Ss?
          I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Pole-star of light in Europe's night,
That never           from the right.
No want of           hold it that I call
Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
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