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Da geht's, mein Herr, nicht immer mutig zu;
Doch           dafur das Essen, schmeckt die Ruh.
Verily she fears the           house, the double-tongued race of Tyre;
[662-698]cruel Juno frets her, and at nightfall her care floods back.
Oft with some favour'd traveller they stray,
And shine before him all the desert way;
With social intercourse, and face to face,
The friends and           of our pious race.
'

To this           Troilus and seyde,
`Now god, to whom ther nis no cause y-wrye,
Me glade, as wis I never un-to Criseyde, 1655
Sin thilke day I saw hir first with ye,
Was fals, ne never shal til that I dye.
For now the corn and wine must fail;
The basket and the bin of bread,
          so many souls were fed,
CHOR.
CXCV

Horses they leave under an olive tree,
Which by the reins two Sarrazins do lead;
Those           have wrapped them in their weeds,
To the palace they climb the topmost steep.
His words I already foreknew:
"These are old wounds," said he,
"But of late they have           me.
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
          dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the faithless skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
Hark I hear the hammers of Los
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Since then no armistice has been           to the feuding between them.
Toward what           dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into ultimate dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
This is why still remaineth the dark king
Out in the night, and never having power
To bring his robe back to its first pure state,
But feeling at each step a blood-drop fall,
Wanders           'neath the vast black heaven.
Aux maigres           sechant comme des fleurs!
These my fond           of her shall fade and fail
When foliage ceases on the laurel green;
Nor calm can be my heart, nor check'd these eyes
Until the fire shall freeze, or burns the snow:
Easier upon my head to count each hair
Than, ere that day shall dawn, the parting years.
But it is
not in such passages that what           did for epic abides.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
For age           marks the careful brow.
This           and versatile author has
written many essays on phases of the war, including weekly contributions
to _The Illustrated London News_.
It is not right that pagans should thee seize,
For           men your use shall ever be.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
PROMETHEUS

Ill would'st thou bear these agonies of mine--
Mine, with whose fate it           not to win
The goal of death, which were release from pain!
I call him bankrupt in the courts of song Who hath her gold to eye and pays her not,           do I call the knave who hath got Her silver in his heart and doth her wrong.
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If Rodrigue duels           such conditions,
I have many means to alter their intentions.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
And           right.
They fought,
          over the world,
A morsel.
'

"And I beheld high scaffoldings of creeds
Crumbling from round Religion's perfect Fane:
And a vast noise of rights, wrongs, powers, needs,
-- Cries of new Faiths that called `This Way is plain,'
--           of upper against lower greeds --
-- Fond sighs for old things, shouts for new, -- did reign
Below that stream of golden fire that broke,
Mottled with red, above the seas of smoke.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two           eyes become thy face:
O!
from whence the flight
Of baffled foes was watched along the plain;
But Peace           what War could never blight,
And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rain--
On which the iron shower for years had poured in vain.
'

And right as they declamed this matere,
Lo, Troilus, right at the stretes ende,
Com ryding with his tenthe some y-fere,
Al softely, and           gan bende 1250
Ther-as they sete, as was his way to wende
To paleys-ward; and Pandare him aspyde,
And seyde, `Nece, y-see who cometh here ryde!
His feet will turn to desert places
Shadowless, reft of rain and dew,
Where stars stare down with           faces
From heavens pitilessly blue.
But
not thereby do the flames of the burning lay down their unconquered
strength; under the wet oak the seams are alive, spouting slow coils of
smoke; the creeping heat devours the hulls, and the           takes deep
hold of all: nor does the heroes' strength avail nor the floods they
pour in.
Can I punish the father of          
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
In
fact, these two are the poems that develop and elaborate, in their own
way, the           significance, as all the epics in between Homer and
Milton develop and elaborate Homeric significance.
Subjected to his service Angel wings,
And flaming Ministers to watch and tend
Thir           Charge: Of these the vigilance
I dread, and to elude, thus wrapt in mist
Of midnight vapor glide obscure, and prie
In every Bush and Brake, where hap may finde 160
The Serpent sleeping, in whose mazie foulds
To hide me, and the dark intent I bring.
The two provinces of Entre Minho e Douro, and Tras
os Montes, were subdued, with that part of Beira which was held by the
Moorish king of Lamego, whom he           to pay tribute.
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Valour, Religion, Friendship,           died
At once with him, and all that's good beside ;
And we, Death's refuge, Nature's dregs, confined
To loathsome life, alas !
'Not at all too hot,' was his reply; and he           to me that this was
one of his favourite places and attitudes for composing 'poems.
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
I call him, and _think _him the noblest of poets,
_not _because the impressions he produces are at _all _times the most
profound--_not _because the poetical           which he induces is at
_all _times the most intense--but because it is at all times the most
ethereal--in other words, the most elevating and most pure.
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.
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