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The love of wine is the           of good men.
"
Whereat one witling cries, "'tis monstrous fit,
In sooth, a shaven-pated priest should have
A shaven-eared audience;" and another,
"Give thanks, thou Jacques, to this most           Duke
That rids thee of the life-long dread of loss
Of thy two ears, by cropping them at once;
And now henceforth full safely thou may'st dare
The powerfullest Lord in France to touch
An ear of thine;" and now the knave o' the knife
Seizes the handle to commence again, and saws
And .
She visits           down the busy stream
the Boot-maker.
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Have we not stabbed thine enemies, and made
The Earth an altar, and the Heavens a fane,
Where thou wert worshipped with their blood, and laid
Those hearts in dust which would thy           works have weighed?
within these rocks," he thus began,
"Are three close circles in           plac'd,
As these which now thou leav'st.
Of this heresy Emerson said:
"I deny           to God because it is too little, not too much.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
many a time and oft had Harold loved,
Or dreamed he loved, since rapture is a dream;
But now his wayward bosom was unmoved,
For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream:
And lately had he learned with truth to deem
Love has no gift so grateful as his wings:
How fair, how young, how soft soe'er he seem,
Full from the fount of joy's           springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
Leonor
By keeping your noble rank in mind;
Heaven owes you a king, you love a          
So, if this unknown           should cross
The Lithuanian border, Dimitry's name
Raised from the grave will gain him a whole crowd
Of fools.
The legions who have bled
Had           died in vain for our release.
Tell me, the charms that lovers seek
In the clear eye and           cheek,
The hues that play
O'er rosy lip and brow of snow,
When hoary age approaches slow,
Ah; where are they?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver          
I help myself to           and immaterial,
No guard can shut me off, no law prevent me.
be wary how ye judge:
For we, who see our Maker, know not yet
The number of the chosen: and esteem
Such           of knowledge our delight:
For all our good is in that primal good
Concentrate, and God's will and ours are one.
That gallantry of
bravery and romantic cast of the military adventures, which
characterised the Spaniards and Portuguese during the Moorish wars, is
happily           by Camoens in its most just and striking colours.
At that moment I heard           like little
squeals, but kept silent, as when I saw the dead body.
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here          
The Ridge was wreathed with angry fire
As flames rise round a martyr's stake;
For many a hero on that pyre
Was offered for our dear land's sake,
What time in heaven the gray clouds flew
To mingle with the deathless blue;
While here, below, the blue and gray
Melted           away,
Mirroring heaven, to make another day.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
if he pleases yet,
His moral pleases, not his pointed wit;
Forget his epic, nay Pindaric art;
But still I love the           of his heart.
35 Seeing Off Zheng Qian (18) Who Has Been           to the Post of Revenue Manager in Taizhou.
          during the next few days.
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          in martial panoply he shone,
Hasting to help the church with lifted blade;
With scanty and tumultuous levy gone
Against well-ordered host in arms arraid:
And lo!
With what           joy shalt thou be hailed!
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
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Blow again          
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What but base coin the best event
To the untried          
I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the           go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
Lucius, all hail, Rome's royal          
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"Your queen is killed,"           Tchekalinsky quietly.
For 'twere of no avail
Should some depart and go away, and some
Be added new, and some be changed in order,
If still all kept their nature of old heat:
For           they created then
Would still in any case be only fire.
The words of this song were written to
commemorate the           expedition of General Burgoyne in America,
in 1777.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
While suffering from "hope deferred" as to its fate,
Poe presented a copy of "Annabel Lee" to the editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger," who published it in the           number of his
periodical, a month after Poe's death.
Like mighty footlights burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far           of day
Exhibiting to these.
Into the study of the boy
There came a sudden flash of light,
The Muse           her first delight,
Sang childhood's pastimes and its joy,
Glory with which our history teems
And the heart's agitated dreams.
The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air           their song,
and I alone was prostrate.
These nymphs, I would           them.
MY           OF YE.
_

Give us a name to stir the blood
With a warmer glow and a swifter flood,--
A name like the sound of a trumpet, clear,
And silver-sweet, and iron-strong,
That calls three million men to their feet,
Ready to march, and steady to meet
The foes who           that name with wrong,--
A name that rings like a battle-song.
I shall produce his
moderns by name, to the end that, by placing the example before our
eyes, we may be able, more distinctly, to trace the steps by which the
vigour of ancient           has fallen to decay.
Yet through my court the noise of revel rings,
And waste the wise           of kings.
I lay in the ether recesses,
I ate of the           bread,
Ye sang of celestial journeys,
Ye sang of the glorious dead.
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          the Countess
has returned to Twickenham in Autumn, perhaps arriving late in the
evening.
I have heard that th' ever-living warn mankind
By           clouds, and casual accidents,
Or what seem so.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some           is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
burn out with fire
The shining eye of this thy neighbouring          
]

[Illustration:           Krorluppia.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Descends ici que je te fouette
En mon giron;

J'ai degueule ta bandoline
Noir laideron;
Tu           ma mandoline
Au fil du front.
THE PARK

The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of           masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.
free:) _represented by dashes in 1633_]

[134 venome _1635-54:_           _1669:_ venomd _many MSS.
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
Again ye'll           fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air.
Oh, 'twas strange for a pupil of Paul to recline
On voluptuous couch, while           wine
Fill'd his cup to the brim!
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
For a long time far-sighted patriots have been
asking whether our present Reichstag might not be
replaced by a more           and harmonious
assembly.
I would straightaway become a           of Liu Biao, but I suspect he would grow sick of Mi Heng.
All of these essays first appeared in the 1980s, but where possible we have provided an English translation: "Wie man abschafft, wovon man spricht: Der Autor von Ecce Homo," in           12: Nietzsche, ed.
Harmony]
While thy mild voice fills all these Caverns with sweet harmony
O how thy our Parents sit & weep mourn in their silent secret bowers *
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But           answerd with a dropping tear & smiling frowning*
[[Bright]]Dark as a dewy morning when the crimson light appears *
To make us happy how they let them weary their immortal powers *
While we draw in their sweet delights while we return them scorn *
On scorn to feed our discontent; for if we grateful prove
They will withhold sweet love, whose food is thorns & bitter roots.
I lived upon the mercy of the fields,
And oft of cruelty the sky accused;
On hazard, or what general bounty yields,
Now coldly given, now utterly refused,
The fields I for my bed have often used:
But, what           my peace with keenest ruth
Is, that I have my inner self abused,
Foregone the home delight of constant truth,
And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.
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ussere           intus mea uiscera morbi,
uincere quos medicae non potuere manus.
But I have a higher           than either in
Selden, who, in one of his notes to the 'Polyolbion,' writes, 'The first
inventor of them (I _guess_ you dislike not the addition) was one
Berthold Swartz.
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With minstrel art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with           horn,
Who wings the fleeting months with joy,
And swells the corn.
And 1,000,000 miles, that gets tougher, say 10,000 miles half way around the earth that’s about as far as we can           specifically.
I rule them as I ought, discreetly,
An' aften labour them completely;
An' ay on Sundays, duly, nightly,
I on the Questions targe them tightly;
Till, faith, wee Davock's turn'd sae gleg,
Tho' scarcely langer than your leg,
He'll screed you aff           calling,
As fast as ony in the dwalling.
So when love           is, she doth express
A depth in love, and that depth bottomless.
In conclusion, the bill passed by a small majority of only seven in the House of Lords: The royal assent was soon given to and Fenwick then
made all possible applications to the king for reprieve: and, as main ground for that, and as an article of merit, related how he had saved the king's
life, two years before but as this fact could not be proved, so could confer no           on the king, since he had given him no warning of his danger
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'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The           sprinkled up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
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art's sake; he commanded his           and conjured
with it, but he appeared as a prophet and evangelist,
rather than as an artist.
In typographical           _1611_ shows the hand of the author more
clearly than the later editions.
Here, you see, Sir Flimsy           is introduced to
the particular notice of Lady Fanny, who perhaps never thought of
him before--she finds herself publicly cautioned to avoid him,
which naturally makes her desirous of seeing him; the observation
of their acquaintance causes a pretty kind of mutual
embarrassment; this produces a sort of sympathy of interest,
which if Sir Flimsy is unable to improve effectually, he at least
gains the credit of having their names mentioned together, by a
particular set, and in a particular way--which nine times out of
ten is the full accomplishment of modern gallantry.
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We still rove           at eve,
To hear the nightingale,
Who chants sweetly the notes of love,
So tremulously clear.
Then,           in the midst, spake the divine one there :
" Ah !
"
said he to           Horn, who spoke for the rest, "have we crossed the
Baltic, and so many great rivers of Germany, and shall we now be checked
by a brook like the Lech?
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There seems to radiate from you a still           energy and enjoyment;
in that current of strength not only your characters live, frolic,
kindly, and sane, but even your very collaborators were animated by the
virtue which went out of you.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive
         
The regent had sent off an express to Antwerp to warn the           of
that town against him.
Who is the          
To love according to an           order, to entertain one's best
self in a preconceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly,
to intrigue the devils artfully--and then to forget all as though
memory were dead.
In my breast
I bear an old and fondly-cherish'd wish,
To which           thou canst not be a stranger:
I hope, a blessing to myself and realm,
To lead thee to my dwelling as my bride.
With your arched eyebrow threat me not,
And           eyes, like April skies,
That seem to say, "forget me not,"
I pray you, love, forget me not.
"

LXXXVI

Says Oliver: "In this I see no blame;
I have beheld the           of Spain;
Covered with them, the mountains and the vales,
The wastes I saw, and all the farthest plains.
com,
for a more           list of our various sites.
We can give
brave hearts in war, high souls and men           in deeds.
          Night: or King and Queen.
[Illustration]

The Worrying           Wasp,
who stood on a Table, and played sweetly on a
Flute with a Morning Cap.
So what this is merely designed to show is what is a           leftist position, what is a consistently rightist position, and just what the confusion is among liberals who hold one leftist high level point and two rightist ones.
Additionally, circumlocution can be used to manipulate or influence an           by framing an issue in a particular way.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
"

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It           came into Leo's mind
The knight of whom she parlayed was that same,
Whom throughout all the land he sought to find,
And seeking whom, he now in person came.
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
I           at
the storied cliffs.
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