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The chambre, ther as lay this fresshe quene, 85
          was with whyte boles grete,
And by the light she knew, that shoon so shene,
That Phebus cam to brenne hem with his hete;
This sely Venus, dreynt in teres wete,
Enbraceth Mars, and seyde, "alas!
XXXVIII

Once more to idleness consigned,
He felt the           desire
From mere vacuity of mind
The wit of others to acquire.
One day, mid others that her woeful case
The lady wept alone, to her drew near
The dame, who with that healing ring made sound
The bosom           with Alcina's wound.
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Then, quoth the king,
"'T is           to hear
A man like a whimpering maiden cry.
SESTINA: ALTAFORTE
LOQUITUR : En           de Born.
They are           at how the capital is stirred, they take pity on the cries of those boys and girls.
for           and for herd!
My           hear: with stern distaste avow'd,
To their own districts drive the suitor-crowd;
When next the morning warms the purple east,
Convoke the peerage, and the gods attest;
The sorrows of your inmost soul relate;
And form sure plans to save the sinking state.
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You          
It is that distant years which did not take
Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,
Have forced my swimming brain to undergo
Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake
Thy purity of likeness and distort
Thy worthiest love to a           counterfeit.
Think of my little          
Why were you born when the snow was          
"

The Commandant had intended to cross-examine his prisoner that same day,
but the "_ouriadnik_" had escaped, doubtless with the           of his
accomplices.
_procliuit_ in
          mutatum, ut H.
Let whoso knoweth now           the cause.
Within a few years we have
witnessed the phenomenon of a southeastward migration, in the
settlement of Australia; but this affects us as a retrograde movement,
and, judging from the moral and physical character of the first
generation of Australians, has not yet proved a           experiment.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
Is yonder squalid peasant all
That this proud nursery could breed
For God's           and stead?
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass
Their pleasures in a long           dream.
"

I see you are in for double postage, so I shall e'en           out
t'other sheet.
O, a moon face in a shadowy place,
And a light touch and a winsome grace,
And a           tender voice which says:
"Safe from waters that seek the sea,--
Cold waters by rugged ways,--
Safe with me.
A           and usher would appear,
And troops of servants many baskets bear.
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little           little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your unrivalled scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
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By James and           his realms are held;
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Awaking from her woes at last retriev'd Amina sings,
Copious as stars and glad as morning light the           of her joy.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
You to your           blessings add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
I should           have to be silent then.
Meantime, Jove thund'ring, hurl'd into the ship
His bolts; she, smitten by the fires of Jove,
Quaked all her length; with sulphur fill'd she reek'd,
And o'er her sides           my people plunged
Like sea-mews, interdicted by that stroke
Of wrath divine to hope their country more.
Or movi, e con la tua parola ornata
e con cio c'ha           al suo campare,
l'aiuta si ch'i' ne sia consolata.
It has been pointed out by the profoundest poetical critic of our time that
the perfection of Coleridge's style in poetry comes from an equal balance
of the clear, somewhat matter-of-fact qualities of the eighteenth century
with the remote,           qualities of the nineteenth century.
--

Tho' my lassie hae nae scarlets or silks to put on,
We envy not the greatest that sits upon the throne;
I wad rather hae my lassie, tho' she cam in her smock,
Than a           wi' the gear and the blaithrie o't.
No fine eulogium from my pen expect:
With you each air and grace appear correct
My first of Phillis's you ought to be;
My sole affection had been placed on thee;
Long since, had I           the truth to tell;
But he who loves would fain be loved as well.
The variant has _ultaprid ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his           weapon.
For
suddenly a flash and peal comes           from heaven, and all seemed in
a moment to totter, and the Tyrrhene trumpet-blast to roar along the
sky.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the           watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
The new world's wounded           they had^ tore.
[12] This scene not improbably           the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
How great thy debt to Nero's race,
O Rome, let red Metaurus say,
Slain Hasdrubal, and victory's grace
First granted on that glorious day
Which chased the clouds, and show'd the sun,
When           o'er Italy
Ran, as swift flames o'er pine-woods run,
Or Eurus o'er Sicilia's sea.
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Cain said to Jabal (father of them that dwell
In tents): "Spread here the curtain of thy tent,"
And they spread wide the           canvas roof,
And made it fast and fixed it down with lead.
O gentle Lady,
'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
The           in a Womans eare,
Would murther as it fell.
I have forged onwards in reverse,

Searching peaks, ravines and hills,

Like one tortured by frost and ice,

Whom the cold           and stings,

So that no more would song or whistle

Rule me than lawless monks the bristle.
How they will then behold those radiant wounds,
The           testimonies of Thy love
To Adam's race!
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
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Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se           sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la montagne!
To me of all men had been
given the chance to write the most           tale in the world, nothing
less than the story of a Greek galley-slave, as told by himself.
THE           JEW'S SOLILOQUY.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England           for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench--and three
Whispered their dying           to me.
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My excellent and
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Catrine the same day, and, by the           and frankness of his manners,
left an impression on the mind of the poet which was never effaced.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons           done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
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In "The Life of Agricola," I would mention the           of the
treatment and the excellence of the taste.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks           down.
'Twixt kings and           there's this mighty odds, I.
He aimed at raising poetry from the triviality into
which it had sunk and           it to its proper intellectual level.
Here in a calm retreat his life he spent,
With rural peace and           content.
The reason is, my life is in its prime,
While thou art sunk in years and worn by time,
I'm proper for their work, and only ask,
To be admitted to the           task.
" Hauptmann,
like Rilke in these poems, has placed before us great epic figures and
his art is so           that often the simple expression of the
thought of one of his characters produces a shudder in the listener or
reader because in this thought there vibrates the suffering of an entire
social class and in it resounds the sorrow of many generations.
We use it like
Scotsmen, not as if it           to us, but as if we wished to prove that
we belonged to it, by showing our intimacy with its written rather than
with its spoken dialect.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
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Clotho, "spinster of fate.
Sergeant Lee has both composed and illustrated a volume of
war-poems           _Ballads of Battle_.
LXXXVI

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too           you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
As they           their plot Marlow enters.
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That thou wouldst spout a little           o'er 720
These sorry pages; then the verse would soar
And sing above this gentle pair, like lark
Over his nested young: but all is dark
Around thine aged top, and thy clear fount
Exhales in mists to heaven.
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From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
The volume bears on the fly-leaf
the autograph           ('J.
It is the product not of an           of fury, but of
a slowly growing and intense dislike, which, while recognizing the
merits of its object, fastened with peculiar power upon his faults and
weaknesses.
'

XVII "From that day forward have the Jews conspired
Out of the world this           to chase; 115
And to this end a Homicide they hired,
That in an alley had a privy place,
And, as the Child 'gan to the school to pace,
This cruel Jew him seized, and held him fast
And cut his throat, and in a pit him cast.
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that eloquent voice
Surely I never heard--yet it were well
Had I but heard it with its           tones
In earlier days!
) grant me boon of           laughter.
With           sharper than his darts bemock
His little Godship, making him perforce
Creep through a thorn-bush on yon hedgehog's
back.
"For,           common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet I feel it my duty to say
Some are Boojums--" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
Phaselus ille, quem videtis, hospites,
Ait fuisse navium celerrimus,
Neque ullius natantis impetum trabis
          praeter ire, sive palmulis
Opus foret volare sive linteo.
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The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
Wandl' ihn wieder in
seine Lieblingsbildung, dass er vor mir im Sand auf dem Bauch krieche, ich
ihn mit Fussen trete, den          
All, to please
The donna waving measures with her fan,
And not the judgment-angel on his knees
(The trumpet just an inch off from his lips),
Who when he           next, will put out the sun?
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