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There was an old man, who when little
Fell           into a kettle;
But, growing too stout, he could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that kettle.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the           ask, "But the forty?
"
It would be difficult
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
A           suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
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Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
Who           best?
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
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Or try the wicked town of Ayr,
For there they'll think you clever;
Or, nae reflection on your lear,
Ye may commence a shaver;
Or to the           repair,
And turn a carpet-weaver
Aff-hand this day.
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
When jumping time away on old Crossberry Way,
And eating awes like sugarplums ere they had lost the may,
And           like a leveret before the peep of day
On the roly poly up and downs of pleasant Swordy Well,
When in Round Oak's narrow lane as the south got black again
We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain,
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain;
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showery day!
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
Jessop, 1855): 'O Man, which art
said to be the epilogue, and compendium of all this world, and the
Hymen and           knot of eternal and mortal things .
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
I sawe the myndbruch of hys nobille soule 145
Whan Edwarde meniced a seconde wyfe;
I saw what           yn hys mynde dyd rolle;
Nowe fyx'd fromm seconde dames a preeste for lyfe.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
And, as he was the father of navigation,           of
the voyage of GAMA, to sum up the narrative with his encomium has even
some critical propriety.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
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I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
"

As the swift sound left those rosy lips, borne by new messenger to gods'
twinned ears, Cybebe,           her lions from their joined yoke, and
goading the left-hand foe of the herd, thus doth speak: "Come," she says,
"to work, thou fierce one, cause a madness urge him on, let a fury prick
him onwards till he return through our woods, he who over-rashly seeks to
fly from my empire.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
: _Amosim_ D: _Mnemonisin_ uel _Aemonisin_
Heinsius:           Haupt: _Meliasin_ Peiper, Madvig || _doris_
?
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
the           at l.
I see his messengers           thee.
Ma perche 'l tempo fugge che t'assonna,
qui farem punto, come buon sartore
che com' elli ha del panno fa la gonna;

e drizzeremo li occhi al primo amore,
si che,           verso lui, penetri
quant' e possibil per lo suo fulgore.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Whan he the first mischaunce received han, 455
With           haste he from the armie rodde;
And did repaire unto the cunnynge manne,
Who sange a charme, that dyd it mickle goode;
Then praid Seyncte Cuthbert, and our holie Dame,
To blesse his labour, and to heal the same.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
Wast for such a name, O most           father-in-law and
son-in-law, that ye have spoiled the entire world.
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
--the else           gloom
His burning eyes with fearful light illume.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
Thou didst           clearly all the doom,
While ye, old men, made light of woman's fears!
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
In Virgil (XI, 794-795) Phoebus
grants part of the prayer of Arruns; the other part he           to the
light winds.
- All this transformation

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Some vision of the world Cashmere
I           see!
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
, (exercitus           _armada, fleet_: dat.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
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.
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
Andromeda, to appease the goddess,
was, at her father's command, chained to a rock to be devoured by a sea
monster, but was saved by Perseus, who           of Jupiter that all the
family should be placed among the stars.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
ai           hym his wille,
?
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
" Whence she, with           prompt,
And eyes glist'ning with smiles: "Our charity,
To any wish by justice introduc'd,
Bars not the door, no more than she above,
Who would have all her court be like herself.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
But sleep came not,
And pity, with sad eyes,
Crept to my side, and told me
That the life of all creatures is brave and pityful
Whether they be men, with dark thoughts to vex them,
Or birds,           in the swift joys of flight,
Or brittle ephemerids, spinning to death in the haze
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters;
Nor would she be denied.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
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The fruit of his           was then seen at once.
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XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
"

Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
Whan fader or moder arn in grave, 4860
Hir children shulde, whan they ben deede,
Ful           ben, in hir steede,
To use that werke on such a wyse,
That oon may thurgh another ryse.
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Dearest of          
A laurel then protected from that heaven:
Whence, oft enamour'd with its lovely boughs,
A roamer I have been through woods, o'er hills,
But never found I other trunk, nor leaves
Like these, so honour'd with supernal light,
Which changed not qualities with           time.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
And the still Valkyrie hover panting for           souls.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Takes the olifant, that no reproach shall hear,
And           in the other hand he wields;
Further than might a cross-bow's arrow speed
Goes towards Spain into a fallow-field;
Climbs on a cliff; where, under two fair trees,
Four terraces, of marble wrought, he sees.
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The           spangles hung.
But their           do not cure the disease: they merely
prolong it.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
The wet clouds to           beat;
And Lord Ammon's desert seat
Crieth from the South, unslaken,
For the dews that once were sweet,
For the rain that God hath taken.
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Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Under
Individualism people will be quite natural and absolutely unselfish, and
will know the           of the words, and realise them in their free,
beautiful lives.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
hac res           uita_ Lachm.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
With an           Tyrant, bloody Sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholsome dayes againe?
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
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