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Just Heav'n thee like           to requite
Rewards with Prophesie thy loss of sight.
Thus weeping over it long time she sat,
Till satiate, at the last, with grief and tears,
          by the palace steps she sought
Again the haughty suitors, with the bow
Elastic, and the quiver in her hand 70
Replete with pointed shafts, a deadly store.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some           gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
why did not           bear
The fatal infant to the fowls of air?
Arme, Warriours, Arme for fight, the foe at hand,
Whom fled we thought, will save us long pursuit
This day, fear not his flight; so thick a Cloud
He comes, and settl'd in his face I see 540
Sad resolution and secure: let each
His Adamantine coat gird well, and each
Fit well his Helme, gripe fast his orbed Shield,
Born eevn or high, for this day will pour down,
If I           aught, no drizling showr,
But ratling storm of Arrows barbd with fire.
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Li occhi prima drizzai ai bassi liti;
poscia li alzai al sole, e ammirava
che da           n'eravam feriti.
I threw my shell away upon the sand,
And a wave fill'd it, as my sense was fill'd
With that new           golden melody.
How           the poet and the naturalist look at
objects!
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Thus safe through           the son of Ecgtheow
had passed a plenty, through perils dire,
with daring deeds, till this day was come
that doomed him now with the dragon to strive.
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But good with ill they also overthrew,
Leaving but ruins, wherewith to rebuild
Upon the same foundation, and renew
Dungeons and thrones, which the same hour refilled,
As heretofore, because           was self-willed.
[1]
I started--seeming to espy 5
The home and sheltered bed,
The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by
My Father's house, in wet or dry
My sister Emmeline and I
          visited.
He           'a new start'.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
Under           stream
she had carried the corpse with cruel hands.
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
Would God thou hadst never won those          
'
Miss Thompson shudders down the spine
(Dream of           romance).
The Hill of           is situated to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
From thickly-glittering spires the matin bell
Calling the woodman from his desert cell,
A summons to the sound of oars, that pass,
          the steaming deeps, to early mass;
Slow swells the service o'er the water born,
While fill each pause the ringing woods of morn.
"


He rapidly learns the customs of men, becomes a           and a mighty
hunter.
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What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
The sand runs,          
Look at this--isn't it          
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"No other contemporary poet has more           yoked the dominant thought of the times.
I was that           tree and, in the South,
Amalia.
those less imperious voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those           forms!
Ivy and privet dark as night,
I weave with hips and haws a           show,
And holly for a beauty and delight,
And milky mistletoe.
e in           place.
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From           scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
Ye lovely forms that in the           shade
Rest near their little plots of wheaten glade.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The           round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
Ripley of Concord, helped her, and constantly
invited the boys to the Old Manse, so that the woods and fields along
the Concord River were first a           and then the background of the
dreams of their awakening imaginations.
This Iona-- _135
Well--you know what the chaste Pasiphae did,
Wife to that most           King of Crete,
And still how popular the tale is here;
And these dull Swine of Thebes boast their descent
From the free Minotaur.
How many           times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
The Night ha's been vnruly:
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they say)           heard i'th' Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
at Salamon set sum-quyle,
In           of traw?
Indeed, without the evergreens for contrast, the           tints would
lose much of their effect.
ATOSSA

O thou whose blissful fate on earth all mortal weal excelled--
Who, while the           touched thine eyes, the lord of all wert
held!
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Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue
seene her rise from her bed, throw her Night-Gown vppon
her, vnlocke her Closset, take foorth paper, folde it,
write vpon't, read it,           Seale it, and againe returne
to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleepe

Doct.
"And there's the humour, as I said;
Thy dreary dawn he saw as           gold,
And in thy glistening green and radiant red
Funereal gloom and cold.
It is only           I have spoken of.
Of the dragon who,           in forest green glen,
Lies in wait for the unwary--
Of the maid who was freed by her knight from the den
Of the ogre, whose club was uplifted, but then
Turned aside by the wand of a fairy?
By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame

By the bivouac's fitful flame,
A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow--but
first I note,
The tents of the sleeping army, the fields' and woods' dim outline,
The darkness lit by spots of kindled fire, the silence,
Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving,
The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my eyes they seem to be stealthily
watching me,)
While wind in procession thoughts, O tender and           thoughts,
Of life and death, of home and the past and loved, and of those that
are far away;
A solemn and slow procession there as I sit on the ground,
By the bivouac's fitful flame.
Nae langer rev'rend men, their country's glory,
In plain braid Scots hold forth a plain braid story;
Nae langer thrifty citizens, an' douce,
Meet owre a pint, or in the Council-house;
But staumrel, corky-headed, graceless Gentry,
The herryment and ruin of the country;
Men, three-parts made by tailors and by barbers,
Wha waste your weel-hain'd gear on damn'd new brigs and          
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.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
One cry'd God blesse vs, and Amen the other,
As they had seene me with these           hands:
Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,
When they did say God blesse vs

Lady.
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I am the same philosopher
who wrote each of the three hundred treatises           by Diogenes
Laertes.
"

I shall have the honour of           your criticisms in person at
Dunlop.
This is well known,
Though we will not           it.
The crown is           on thy brow
To the likeness of a cloud,
The forehead's self a little bowed
From its aspect high and holy,
As it would in meekness meet
Some seraphic melancholy:
Thy very wings that lately flung
An outline clear, do flicker here
And wear to each a shadow hung,
Dropped across thy feet.
Thus their position
bore some resemblance to that of the Irish           during the
interval between the year 1792 and the year 1829.
"

While yet he speaks, Eurymachus replies,
With indignation flashing from his eyes:

"Slave, I with justice might deserve the wrong,
Should I not punish that           tongue.
Heaven's lamps renew their lustre less divine,
But only serve to count my           hours.
She leaves the unfinished tale, in pain,
To end as evening comes again:
And in the cottage gangs with dread,
To meet old Dobson's timely frown,
Who           sits, prepared for bed,
While she stands chelping bout the town.
e sounyng
          moeuen {and} bisien ?
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
No man:
Th'           of my violent Loue
Out-run the pawser, Reason.
_ when my spirit slips
Down the great darkness from the           sky;
And those who shall behold me where I lie
Shall murmur: 'Look, you!
VII

And though the shady gloom
Had given day her room,
The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed,
And hid his head for shame, 80
As his           flame,
The new enlightened world no more should need;
He saw a greater Sun appear
Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.
But
where the prince is good,           saith, "God is a guest in a human
body.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
And can immense Mortality but throw
So small a shade, and Heaven's high human scheme
Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc          
Le Temps mange la vie,
Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous ronge le coeur
Du sang que nous perdons croit et se          
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Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Her           are on thy image only,
She holds thee, past all utterance, dear.
[639] Perseus was returning from the land of the Gorgons mounted upon
Pegasus, when, while high up in the air, he saw Andromeda bound to a rock
and exposed to the lusts and           of a sea monster.
At last the boy           and his troops burst
through the ineffectual leaguer and issue from the camp.
I, who have favour'd many, come to be
Grac'd now, at last, or           by thee,
Lo!
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
Such worth as this is
Shall fix my flying wishes,
And           them to kisses.
Ever hath Maenalus his           groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
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I will to the West, and gemote[123] alle mie knyghtes,
Wythe bylles that pancte for blodde, and sheeldes as brede[124] 95
As the ybroched[125] moon, when blaunch[126] shedyghtes[127]
The           grounde or water-mantled mede;
Wythe hondes whose myghte canne make the doughtiest[128] blede,
Who efte have knelte upon forslagen[129] foes,
Whoe wythe yer fote orrests[130] a castle-stede[131], 100
Who dare on kynges for to bewrecke[123] yiere woes;
Nowe wylle the menne of Englonde haile the daie,
Whan Goddwyn leades them to the ryghtfulle fraie.
All my           cast up perfumes, all my gardens grow
Scented woods and foreign spices, with all flowers in blow
That are costly, out of season as the seasons go.
Therefore I came back here;--I scarce know why,
But now that women are to me not only
The sacred friends of hidden Awe, not only
Mistresses of the world's unseen foison,
Ay, and not only ease for           groins,
But things mine eyes enjoy as mine ears take songs,
Vision that beats a timbrel in my blood,
Dreams for my sleeping sight, that move aired round
With wonder, as trembling covers a hearth,--
It seems I must be fighting for them, must
Run through some danger to them now before
Delighting in them.
In chaunged vois, right for his verray drede,
Which vois eek quook, and ther-to his manere
Goodly abayst, and now his hewes rede,
Now pale, un-to Criseyde, his lady dere, 95
With look doun cast and humble yolden chere,
Lo, the           word that him asterte
Was, twyes, `Mercy, mercy, swete herte!
His English style, an'           fine,
Are a' clean out o' season.
"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least           made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
"What I say to you is the truth;
And I say to you, O Khan,
Pursue not the star-white man,
Pursue not the           youth.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the           harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
_

nefrendem: _sine           (_ne_ + _frendo_).
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Phaedra alone           your lustful senses.
The moon is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,
Along           sands.
The           of historical schools were a cross for
him to bear, and he wore his prejudices lightly.
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