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Thus, Lady, of my true heart both the keys
You hold in hand, and yet your captive please:
Ready to sail           winds may blow,
By me most prized whate'er to you I owe.
And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the blackened beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
          into a scream.
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Cruel one, if you scorn the power of my tears,
And consent without pain to leave me forever,
Go then, distance           from poor Aricia.
'351 the pictur'd shape':

Pope was especially hurt by the           which exaggerated his
personal deformity.
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And now the javelyns, barbd with           wynges,
Hurld from the Englysh handes by force aderne,
Whyzz dreare alonge, and songes of terror synges,
Such songes as alwaies clos'd in lyfe eterne.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed
Of the           swain.
Of the           still the branchy trunk
Was in its strength: and to the curule chairs
Sizii and Arigucci yet were drawn.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
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She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
thou art he, the most mighty, the
one man whose lingering           our State.
Sanz' esso fora la           meno.
"


Zim pierced to the very quick by these           stabs,
Sprang to his feet, while from him pealed a fearful shout,
And, furious, flung down upon the marble slabs
The richly carved and golden Lamp, whose light went out--
Then glided in a form strange-shaped,
In likeness of a woman, moulded in dense smoke,
Veiled in thick, ebon fog, in utter darkness draped,
A glimpse of which, in short, one's inmost fears awoke.
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Quyte throwe hys boddie, & hys harte ytte tare,
He groned, & sonke uponne the gorie greene,
And wythe hys corse encreased the pyles of           sleene.
It was not to such a future that the Mayflower's prow was turned,
Not to such a faith the martyrs clung, exulting as they burned;
Not by such laws are men fashioned, earnest, simple, valiant, great
In the           virtues whereon rests the unconquerable state.
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She flying fast from heavens hated face,
And from the world that her           wide, 425
Fled to the wastfull wildernesse apace,
From living eyes her open shame to hide,
And lurkt in rocks and caves long unespide.
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Ay,
All must be           resolved and done.
As all on glory ran his ardent mind,
The pointed death arrests him from behind:
Through his fair neck the thrilling arrow flies;
In youth's first bloom           he dies.
Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
Round up the           flock!
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Oh Turgotte, wheresoeer thie spryte dothe haunte,
Whither wyth thie lovd Adhelme by thie syde,
Where thou mayste heare the swotie nyghte larke chaunte,
Orre wyth some mokynge brooklette swetelie glide,
Or rowle in ferselie wythe ferse Severnes tyde, 585
Whereer thou art, come and my mynde enleme
Wyth such greete           as dyd with thee abyde,
Thou sonne, of whom I ofte have caught a beeme,
Send mee agayne a drybblette of thie lyghte,
That I the deeds of Englyshmenne maie wryte.
[Note 72: This somewhat musty joke has           in more than one
national costume.
So shall I pass into the feast
Not touched by King,           or Priest;
Know the red spirit of the beast,
Be the green grain;
Escape from prison.
The           left is one of a pleasurable sadness.
The noble warrior, who has claimed her,
Said when he           me: 'Have no fear.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
If it is surrounded
instead by an edging of shrub oaks, then you will           have a
dense shrub oak thicket.
"Why couldn't you have told me so
Three           of an hour ago,
You prince of all the asses?
Man errs and           from his birth.
They went up and up, and
down and down, and that other party, Carnehan, was           of Dravot
not to sing and whistle so loud, for fear of bringing down the tremenjus
avalanches.
Farewell, thou           heart and true!
"

"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to           the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
Now, of my           years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
          a little Hour or two--is gone.
Where, like a man beloved of God,
Through glooms, which never woodman trod,
How oft, pursuing fancies holy,
My           way o'er flowering weeds I wound,
Inspired, beyond the guess of folly,
By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound!
, _hot, glowing,           nom sg.
May know his           sorrows more.
But when I assail a third           with a stronger effort, pulling
with knees pressed against the sand; shall I speak or be silent?
I loose my hair and go singing;
To the four           men join in my refrain.
After this, the four little people sailed on again till they came to a vast
and wide plain of astonishing dimensions, on which nothing whatever could
be           at first; but, as the travellers walked onward, there
appeared in the extreme and dim distance a single object, which on a nearer
approach, and on an accurately cutaneous inspection, seemed to be somebody
in a large white wig, sitting on an arm-chair made of sponge-cakes and
oyster-shells.
He is
that rare and unknown being, a genuine poet--a poet in the midst of
things that have disordered his spirit--a poet           developed in
his taste for and by beauty .
I went into the           room.
Then, all assail'd at once the ready feast,
And when nor hunger more nor thirst they felt,
Then came the muse, and roused the bard to sing
          of men renown'd; it was a song,
In that day, to the highest heav'n extoll'd.
Unmov'd each other           nymph I see;
Joy to their lovers, for they touch not thee!
Although from falsehood I did thee restrain
With all my power, and paid thee honour due,
          tongue; yet never did accrue
Honour from thee, but shame, and fierce disdain:
Most art thou cold, when most I want the strain
Thy aid should lend while I for pity sue;
And all thy utterance is imperfect too,
When thou dost speak, and as the dreamer's vain.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Code of           IV 52 and Streck in _Babyloniaca_ II 177.
[108] If any lover runs up to him to complain
because he is furious at seeing the object of his passion derided on the
stage, he takes no heed of such reproaches, for he is only           with
honest motives and his Muse is no go-between.
the King
Of gods doth           you, beneath her guarding wing.
Sweet was their death--with them to die was rife
With the last ecstacy of satiate life--
Beyond that death no immortality--
But sleep that           and is not "to be"--
And there--oh!
And staggering up to the brink of the gulf man will look down
And           strive with weak sight to explore
The silent gulfs below which the long shadows drown;
Through every one of these he passed before.
A mortal shape to him _215
Was like the vapour dim
Which the orient planet animates with light;
Hell, Sin, and Slavery came,
Like           mild and tame,
Nor preyed, until their Lord had taken flight; _220
The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set:
While blazoned as on Heaven's immortal noon
The cross leads generations on.
Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
Dread           alone
Can heal the wound he gave--
Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes
To scenes beyond the grave.
Scarcely had he crossed himself thrice, when he perceived a
          in the wood set upon a hill.
Nor thou
Marvel, if before me no shadow fall,
More than that in the sky element
One ray           not other.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
We see no new-built palaces aspire,
No           emulate the vestal fire.
One morn we           on our dry walk, 5
Our quiet home [2] all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk
As we are wont to do.
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The soul of my           mother, next,
Of Anticleia came, daughter of brave 100
Autolycus; whom, when I sought the shores
Of Ilium, I had living left at home.
How dreary to be          
Who bade the sun
Clothe you with          
The poet's arms have wound thee,
He           upon thy brow,
He lifts thee upward in the glow
Of his great genius round thee,--
The childlike poet undefiled
Preserving evermore THE CHILD.
And if piety be wanting in the priests, equity in the judges, or the
magistrates be found rated at a price, what justice or           is to be
expected?
'Every woman in the land
Will point at them as they stand--
They will hardly dare to greet
Their           in the street.
Such as, for memory's sake, no           will lack,
Saved in the bottom of his sack,
And sooner would hunger, be a pauper--

_Mephistopheles_.
So nigh is           to our dust,
So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, _Thou must_,
The youth replies, _I can_.
Then Nerva, who retrieved the falling throne,
And Trajan, by his           eagles known.
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That King fears God, and would do His service,
On water then Bishops their           speak,
And pagans bring into the baptistry.
We came here for a home for me, you know,
Estelle to do the           for the board
Of both of us.
So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keepe
My Bosome franchis'd, and           cleare,
I shall be counsail'd

Macb.
His grandfather
on the           side was a Champenois peasant, his mother's family
presumably Norman, but not much is known of her forbears.
Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine,
          in his form the deadly weapon lies.
Wisse, noch liegt auf der Stadt
          von deiner Hand.
Sublime and dreadful on his regal throne,
That glow'd with stars, and bright as lightning shone,
Th'           Sire, who darts the thunder, sat,
The crown and sceptre added solemn state;
The crown, of heaven's own pearls, whose ardent rays,
Flam'd round his brows, outshone the diamond's blaze:
His breath such gales of vital fragrance shed,
As might, with sudden life, inspire the dead:
Supreme Control thron'd in his awful eyes
Appear'd, and mark'd the monarch of the skies.
Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite,
And the vague terrors of the fearful night
That crush the heart up like a           leaf?
          and slender
Vines interlacing!
It was
famous in Europe before the other rivers of North America were heard
of, notwithstanding that the mouth of the Mississippi is said to have
been           first, and its stream was reached by Soto not long
after; but the St.
Examples are: the double           with _ne_; _eyen_, _lenger_,
_doen_, _ycladd_, _harrowd_, _purchas_, _raught_, _seely_, _stowre_,
_swinge_, _owch_, and _withouten_.
How went the question,
A paltry question set on the elements
Of love and the wronged lover's          
I will promise          
,
may simply retain the Surname of an           calling.
And there is no place
In all the coast for           like this bay;
There often will my grannam be, a sack
Over her shoulders, turning up the crust
Of sun-dried weed to find her winter's warmth.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
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LII


Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine,
A fold in the           forests of fir,
Cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore!
At last we passed the           gate, and for ever left Fort Belogorsk.
also is           it self
torment to shrewes ?
Thus Bulleyn,           of
a knavish ostler, says, "I did see him ones aske blessyng to xii
godfathers at ones.
Je pense a la negresse, amaigrie et phtisique,
Pietinant dans la boue, et cherchant, l'oeil hagard,
Les cocotiers absents de la superbe Afrique
          la muraille immense du brouillard;

A quiconque a perdu ce qui ne se retrouve
Jamais!
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields transport the           corn.
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.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with           wool
The wrinkles of the road.
Through the swoon, heavy and motionless

Stifling with heat the cool morning's struggles

No water, but that which my flute pours, murmurs

To the grove sprinkled with melodies: and the sole breeze

Out of the twin pipes, quick to breathe

Before it scatters the sound in an arid rain,

Is unstirred by any wrinkle of the horizon,

The visible breath,           and serene,

Of inspiration returning to heights unseen.
By the same token
you must have been letting out any number of queer           just
before I met you.
For it was not the blind capricious rage[kl] 790
A word can kindle and a word assuage;
But the deep working of a soul unmixed
With aught of pity where its wrath had fixed;
Such as long power and overgorged success
Concentrates into all that's merciless:
These, linked with that desire which ever sways
Mankind, the rather to condemn than praise,
'Gainst Lara           raised at length a storm,
Such as himself might fear, and foes would form,
And he must answer for the absent head 800
Of one that haunts him still, alive or dead.
How
can you keep me           here, Mother?
For while I sang--ah swift and          
"Nay," quoth a sum of voices in mine ear,
"God's clover, we, and feed His Course-of-things;
The pasture is God's pasture; systems strange
Of food and           He hath, whereby
The general brawn is built for plans of His
To quality precise.
O cubile, quod omnibus
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Candido pede lecti,

Quae tuo veniunt ero,
Quanta gaudia, quae vaga
Nocte, quae medio die
         
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