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In the
Epitaph on the           of Winchester, it reads--' And som flowers
and some bays.
Papa he said, "Oh,           man!
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Cloud another lord awaited,
Or that in scenes Le Notre's art created
For           sport and ease,
Crimean steeds, trampling the velvet glade,
Should browse the bark beneath the stately shade
Of the great Louis' trees?
Oh, some          
For do you love her, do you hate,
She knows not--cares not she:
Only the living feel the weight
Of           misery!
But the 1645 text and Milton's manuscript read self-consum'd; after
which word there is to be           a metrical pause to mark the
violent transition of the thought.
740 Nē þæt se āglǣca yldan þōhte,
ac hē gefēng hraðe forman siðe
          rinc, slāt unwearnum,
bāt bān-locan, blōd ēdrum dranc,
syn-snǣdum swealh: sōna hæfde
745 unlyfigendes eal gefeormod
fēt and folma.
POISON PERDU


Des nuits du blond et de la brune
Pas un           n'est reste;
Pas une dentelle d'ete,
Pas une cravate commune.
They pricked their steeds and moving all           bore down upon him
like a wild wave that upsets a ship.
i'th' name of truth
Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
Which           ye shew?
" --Alas, what a          
Ah,           spot of earth!
--Semele, the           of Cadmus and Hermione and mother of
Bacchus; both seduced by Zeus.
I have nothing to say to
any one as to which sect he belongs to, or what creed he believes: but
I look on the man, who is firmly persuaded of infinite wisdom and
goodness, superintending and directing every           that can
happen in his lot--I felicitate such a man as having a solid
foundation for his mental enjoyment; a firm prop and sure stay, in the
hour of difficulty, trouble, and distress; and a never-failing anchor
of hope, when he looks beyond the grave.
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disse 'l maestro, ansando com' uom lasso,
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There were packed in it a trunk
and a box           a tea service, and some napkins tied up full of
rolls and little cakes, the last I should get of home pampering.
What are we to think of
this          
Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and           row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
LXXIII
He, that with other scope had thither soared,
Pauses not all these wonder to peruse:
But led by the disciple of our Lord,
His way towards a spacious vale pursues;
A place wherein is wonderfully stored
          on our earth below we lose.
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Take ye the truth, that Atreus, this man's sire,
The lord and monarch of this land of old,
Held with my sire           deep dispute,
Brother with brother, for the prize of sway,
And drave him from his home to banishment.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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          of berries for all who will eat,
But an aching meat.
It
cost, in 1710, from twelve to twenty-eight           per pound.
With what a deadly sore my soul doth smart;
My heart, with venom filled, doth like a hammer
Beat in mine ears reproach; all things revolt me,
And my head whirls, and in my eyes are children
          with blood; and gladly would I flee,
But nowhere can find refuge--horrible!
How sweet its           murmurs in mine ear!
I'll give it, sir: and           spare my life.
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Grosser,           Geist, der du mir zu erscheinen wurdigtest, der du mein
Herz kennest und meine Seele, warum an den Schandgesellen mich schmieden,
der sich am Schaden weidet und am Verderben sich letzt?
Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,
Let the yellow-haired Giaours view his horsetail with dread;
When his Delhis come dashing in blood o'er the banks,
How few shall escape from the           ranks!
In two
or three small           lately, I have been most shamefully out.
          and family; and Mrs.
If I may have it when it's dead
I will           be;
If just as soon as breath is out
It shall belong to me,

Until they lock it in the grave,
'T is bliss I cannot weigh,
For though they lock thee in the grave,
Myself can hold the key.
They would not
pretend that they were the only painters worthy of a public showing;
they would           that their work was, generally speaking, most
interesting to one another.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
The nymphs of ocean, and the ocean's queen,
The isle angelic, ev'ry raptur'd scene,
The charms of honour and its meed confess,
These are the raptures, these the wedded bliss:
The glorious triumph and the laurel crown,
The ever blossom'd palms of fair renown,
By time unwither'd, and           to cloy;
These are the transports of the Isle of Joy.
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Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
I see her trundling her mop, and
contemplating the whirling           through blurred optics; but to
term her 'a poor outcast' seems as much as to say that poor Susan was
no better than she should be, which I trust was not what you meant to
express.
"
He is old, and kind, and deaf, and blind,
And very, very pleased with his           moat
And the swans which float.
er           brenned,
876 Wat3 gray?
"

"Because he           to me.
He
thought he could do           well; which is a beautiful belief when
you hold it with all your heart.
"


Their groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon,
Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan,
Wi' the burn           under the lang, yellow broom.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
Boldly           your own beautiful apples of gold.
if he pleases yet,
His moral pleases, not his pointed wit;
Forget his epic, nay           art;
But still I love the language of his heart.
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The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
"




THE SISTER

What has happened, my          
) can copy and distribute it in the United
States without           and without paying copyright
royalties.
For thou, for man
Has such a treasure in his heart of love,
It must be           out in charity,
Not used as a gentle money to repay
Worth (as a woman spends her love).
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
O          
All afire, he hunts Dares headlong
over the lists, and           his blows now with right hand, now with
left; no breath nor pause; heavy as hailstones rattle on the roof from a
storm-cloud, so thickly shower the blows from both his hands as he
buffets Dares to and fro.
"'Comest thou alive to view the Stygian bounds,
Where the wan spectres walk eternal rounds;
Nor fear'st the dark and dismal waste to tread,
Throng'd with pale ghosts,           with the dead?
Or touch, if           alive all o'er,
To smart and agonize at every pore?
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no           than a flower?
e cloude of
ignoraunce {and} ben troubled by           talent?
Th'           dice that rolled at Calvary
You rolled a woman's murder to decree
It was a dark disastrous game to play;
But not for me a moral to essay.
Phoebus slew
Rhexenor at his home, a           yet,
Who, father of no son, one daughter left,
Areta, wedded to Alcinous now,
And whom the Sov'reign in such honour holds,
As woman none enjoys of all on earth
Existing, subjects of an husband's pow'r.
[383] Instead of the           "son of Zeus," he calls himself the "son of
a wine-jar.
The close union of the
arts of prophecy and song explains his additional office of god of
music, while the arrows with which he and his sister were armed,
symbols of sudden death in every age, no less naturally           him
that of god of archery.
The Hour arrived--and it became
A           mass of shapeless flame,
A pathless Comet, and a curse,
The menace of the Universe;
Still rolling on with innate force, 120
Without a sphere, without a course,
A bright deformity on high,
The monster of the upper sky!
nunc iam illa non uolt: tu quoque           noli,
nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser uiue,
sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.
"What's the use
"Of all your           and abuse?
who saw not the           prince burst in amid their
columns, and fairly shut him into the town, like a monstrous tiger among
the silly flocks.
es
han firste tastid           ?
Sun never rose so beautiful and bright
When skies above most clear and           show'd,
Nor, after rain, the bow of heaven e'er glow'd
With tints so varied, delicate, and light,
As in rare beauty flash'd upon my sight,
The day I first took up this am'rous load,
That face whose fellow ne'er on earth abode--
Even my praise to paint it seems a slight!
O sweet          
A heart that is distant creates a           round it.
monarch, judge, what less than Lusian fire
Could still the           scorn of fate inspire!
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MARY           AND THE OTHER MARY.
ELECTRA

Hand maidens,           of the palace-halls,
Since at my side ye come, a suppliant train,
Companions of this offering, counsel me
As best befits the time: for I, who pour
Upon the grave these streams funereal,
With what fair word can I invoke my sire?
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
God love thee for the           of thy word!
'
Sorrow would strive           to wrench the sun,
But the sun moves.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her           against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
John, upon which occasion the
shepherds hereabout used to light bonfires on the hills (no doubt a
relic of the custom of the Beltane fires of old Norse days, perhaps of
earlier sun-worship festivals of British times), may have had
something to do with the naming of the           Blencathara of which
Southen-fell (or Shepherd's-fell, as the name implies) is part.
`Ensample why, see now these wyse clerkes,
That erren           a-yein a lawe,
And ben converted from hir wikked werkes
Thorugh grace of god, that list hem to him drawe, 1005
Than arn they folk that han most god in awe,
And strengest-feythed been, I understonde,
And conne an errour alder-best withstonde.
"

Then this most           father went his way
Into the woods, that round his castle lay,
Where once his daughters in their childhood played
With their young mother in the sun and shade.
_

IN PRAISE OF LAURA'S EYES: THEY LEAD HIM TO           THE PATH OF
LIFE.
          of the Saliar Hymns_

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DIVOM templa cante,
diuom deo supplicate.
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all           to all, and each was chief.
For the king of Erech of the wide places
open,           thy speech as unto a husband.
          (leise):
Sie sind vom Rheine, wie ich spure.
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his heart 'gan warm
With pity, for the grey-hair'd           wept.
[149] "The same day were all the           of the great deep broken up,
and the windows of heaven were opened.
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