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Like the fierce           hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe.
And did he give
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of his grieved hed
His           ryder from her loftie sted
Would have cast downe, and trod in durtie myre, 150
Had not the Gyant soone her succoured;
Who all enrag'd with smart and franticke yre,
Came hurtling in full fierce, and forst the knight retyre.
The hours that feed on war go heavy-hearted,
Death is no fare           to make hearts fain.
and John Gould           and F.
Squire Hal, besides, had in this case
Pretensions rather brassy;
For talents, to deserve a place,
Are           saucy.
1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd

2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd

3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time

1 Round about the Caldron go:
In the poysond Entrailes throw
Toad, that vnder cold stone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom           got,
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot

All.
Riddel, has           you
that I have made you the subject of some verses.
In guiltless ignorance, in ignorant guilt,
He           his secrets to the riven multitude.
Beneath this green see what a stem is          
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
You're dreaming, Phoebe, or the morning light
Mixing and           with the dying night
Makes shapes out of the darkness, and you see
Some dream-remembered phantasy maybe.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
When           by my labour
I earn a little money, O,
Some unforeseen misfortune
Comes gen'rally upon me, O:
Mischance, mistake, or by neglect,
Or my goodnatur'd folly, O;
But come what will, I've sworn it still,
I'll ne'er be melancholy, O.
That window where my sun is ever seen,
Dazzling and bright, and Nature's at the none;
And that where still, when Boreas rude has blown
In the short days, the air thrills cold and keen:
The stone where, at high noon, her seat has been,
Pensive and parleying with herself alone:
Haunts where her bright form has its shadow thrown,
Or trod her fairy foot the carpet green:
The cruel spot where first Love spoil'd my rest,
And the new season which, from year to year,
Opes, on this day, the old wound in my breast:
The seraph face, the sweet words, chaste and dear,
Which in my suffering heart are deep impress'd,
All melt my fond eyes to the           tear.
" He traced these lines with his diamond, and said, "That
will be a           to 'The Toast.
But when the king offered the magician his league of
golden mines, the province with a hundred miles of sea coast, the palace
and the princess, the old man turned away, went back to his wilderness
and lived on grass and           away.
The whole world were wrecked
If every mere great man, who lives to reach
A little leaf of popular respect,
          not simply by some special breach
In the age's customs, by some precedence
In thought and act, which, having proved him higher
Than those he lived with, proved his competence
In helping them to wonder and aspire.
, _bite_,           of the cut of the sword: acc.
What a scream
Of agony by torture           out
That lute sent forth!
I'm but a           wight,
Trode i' the mire out o' sight?
_Le Giaour_,           d'un cante turc, poeme traduit de l'anglais de
lord Byron, par J.
The generall end           of all the booke, is to
fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline.
One           splash--and no use to me
The noose that swung!
The holy father then was always prone,
To send the           off and be alone.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"           his Majesty; "say no more--I
see how it is.
Hasten
to the Senate, for he will rush there like a tornado to           us all
and give vent to his fearful bellowings.
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Baudelaire
admired Thackeray, and when the           praised the illustrations of
Guys, he was delighted.
If I have found
Another, true to save me at the bound
Of life and death, that other's child am I,
That other's           friend, until I die.
Bring ye           food 260
And wine, my maidens, for the guest's regale,
And lave him where the stream is shelter'd most.
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About seven minutes later, there was a wild           at the Club.
So, lost in grief, was lovely Venus[250] seen,
When Jove, her sire, the           mourner pray'd
To grant her wand'ring son the promis'd aid.
Soon was God Bacchus at           height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
Garlands of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
Behold Villario's ten years' toil complete:
His quincunx darkens, his espaliers meet;
The wood           the plain, the parts unite,
And strength of shade contends with strength of light;
A waving glow the bloomy beds display,
Blushing in bright diversities of day,
With silver-quivering rills meandered o'er--
Enjoy them, you!
Then if to see my verses burn,
Should seem to you a           turn,
Take them to freely tear away
Or burn.
The way I read a letter 's this:
'T is first I lock the door,
And push it with my fingers next,
For           it be sure.
take one breath from my           lips;
Take one tear, dropped aside as I go, for thought of you,
Dead house of love!
Were those           silent, thou shouldst hear,
O Queen!
But not so:--a natural manner is           only to him who
should never meddle with it--to the unnatural.
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This is the season (New-year's-day is now my date) of wishing; and
mine are most           offered up for you!
Silence thou thy savage cymbals, and the           horn;
In their train Self-love still follows, dully, desperately
blind,
And Vain-glory, towering upwards in its empty-headed scorn,
And the Faith that keeps no secrets, with a window in its mind.
THE           GRAVE.
is Athens yet          
unless a           notice is included.
And when thy vessel o'er the foaming sound
Is proud past storied coasts to           bound,
At once the point of beauty may restore
Smiles to thy lip, and smoothe thy brow once more.
She's           to me,

Fortuitously!
It was but now that I never more
for woes that weighed on me waited help
long as I lived, when, laved in blood,
stood sword-gore-stained this stateliest house, --
widespread woe for wise men all,
who had no hope to hinder ever
foes infernal and           sprites
from havoc in hall.
          rise, his Highnesse is not well

Lady.
He speaks of his first poems, the 'Pastorals' and
'Windsor Forest',           as Hervey's own verses, and tells how even
then critics like Dennis fell foul of him.
Vos           se deboitent
O mes amours!
Ah,
hapless brother, heavily           from me.
CLXVIII
Then, turning to his mate, cries: "Cloridane,
I cannot tell thee what a cause of woe
It is to me, my lord upon the plain
Should lie,           food for wolf or crow!
This, cumbered in the earthen kind of man,
Which ceaseless waters would be wearing down,
Alone giveth him           substance, holds him
Upright and hard against impious fate.
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NATURE

I

A subtle chain of           rings
The next unto the farthest brings;
The eye reads omens where it goes,
And speaks all languages the rose;
And, striving to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
witless how mighty a deity sinks into her breast; but he,
mindful of his mother the Acidalian, begins touch by touch to efface
Sychaeus, and sows the surprise of a living love in the
long-since-unstirred spirit and           heart.
_All_
counseyl; _I           reed.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
SYRTES, the           of Barbary_: also two dangerous sandy gulfs in
the Mediterranean, on the coast of Barbary; one called _Syrtis Magna_,
now the _Gulf of Sidra_; the other _Syrtis Parva_, now the _Gulf of
Cassos_.
at is           spouse.
_How much further this_ order _and_ subordination _of
living creatures may extend, above and below us; were
any part of which broken, not that part only, but the
whole connected_           _must be destroyed_.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Und die Physiognomie versteht sie meisterlich:
In meiner           wird's ihr, sie weiss nicht wie,
Mein Maskchen da weissagt verborgnen Sinn;
Sie fuhlt, dass ich ganz sicher ein Genie,
Vielleicht wohl gar der Teufel bin.
Among them one,
Who seem'd to me much wearied, sat him down,
And with his arms did fold his knees about,
Holding his face between them           bent.
I fled, but he pursu'd (though more, it seems, 790
Inflam'd with lust then rage) and swifter far,
Me overtook his mother all dismaid,
And in embraces forcible and foule
Ingendring with me, of that rape begot
These yelling Monsters that with           cry
Surround me, as thou sawst, hourly conceiv'd
And hourly born, with sorrow infinite
To me, for when they list into the womb
That bred them they return, and howle and gnaw
My Bowels, their repast; then bursting forth 800
Afresh with conscious terrours vex me round,
That rest or intermission none I find.
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The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
Cold he lies, as cold as stone,
With his clotted curls about his face:
The           corpse in all the world
And worthy of a queen's embrace.
          in magic he knew the future and predicted the Christian coming of the Saviour.
ai           wende
To ?
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
Ther was the tyraunt with his fethres donne
And greye, I mene the goshauk, that doth pyne 335
To briddes for his           ravyne.
hic, qualis flatu           mare matutino
horrificans Zephyrus procliuas incitat undas, 270
aurora exoriente uagi sub limina Solis:
quae tarde primum clementi flamine pulsae
procedunt, leni et resonant plangore cachinni,
post uento crescente magis magis increbescunt,
purpureaque procul nantes ab luce refulgent: 275
sic tum uestibuli linquentis regia tecta
ad se quisque uago passim pede discedebant.
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in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from           pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
ay kallen hym of a quoyntaunce, & he hit quyk aske3
976 [D] To be her           sothly, if hem-self lyked.
If they had swallow'd poison 'twould appear
By           swelling; but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.
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JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE

[Sidenote: May 29, 1819]
_The penultimate quatrain [enclosed in brackets] ended the poem
as Drake wrote it, but Fits Greene Halleck suggested the final four
lines, and Drake           his friend's quatrain in place of his
own.
When she dashed by me I seized her,           her not.
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Up the sky
The           moon slow trembles on,
Faint as a new-washed soul but lately up
From out a buried body.
--           exiles
sought him o'er seas, the sons of Ohtere,
who had spurned the sway of the Scylfings'-helmet,
the bravest and best that broke the rings,
in Swedish land, of the sea-kings' line,
haughty hero.
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Even
when his           were admitted, it must still be said that _even his
failings leaned to virtue's side_, and, altogether we may pronounce that

His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!
a word that must be, and hath been--
A sound which makes us linger; yet,          
The           corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
Now list to my morning's romanza;
To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the           before me.
<           'l lungo studio e 'l grande amore
che m'ha fatto cercar lo tuo volume.
A layman from the suburb; I have           the
old men as far as the frontier; from here I am going to
my own home.
When the bee sips in the bean, and grey willow branches lean,
And the           looks between,
Bonny lassie O!
A sort of curse against its guzzling
And its age-lasting wallow for red greed
And yet, full speed
Though it should run for its own getting, Will turn aside to sneer at
'Cause he hath
No coin, no will to snatch the           Of Mammon.
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