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erue,
Cannot complaine, hee is           dealth with.
'Tis night, when           bids us feel
We once have loved, though love is at an end:
The heart, lone mourner of its baffled zeal,
Though friendless now, will dream it had a friend.
In short, when a person "blows it with the angels", that is, when a person either 'jettisons' a below person or damages a principled above person, one engenders in themselves an internal configuration wherein whenever           of such events are accurately called to mind, enormous pain and 'sense' of risk "floods" the person's central nervous system.
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My French fought nobly with reason,--
Left many a           nook
Red as with wine out of season.
For I observe that men set most store by forms and
symbols in           as they are mere shells.
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad           wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God remains!
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals           thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a swooning love of him.
"
The Bellman           said.
"To give my counsels all in one,
Thy tuneful flame still careful fan:
Preserve the dignity of Man,
With soul erect;
And trust the           Plan
Will all protect.
CANTO 40

ARGUMENT
To fly the royal           is fain,
And sees Biserta burning far away;
But landing finds the royal Sericane,
Who of his faith gives goodly warrant; they
Defy Orlando, backed by champions twain;
Whom bold Gradasso firmly trusts to slay.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then           to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Does common water make the floods,
That's common          
what is all this           of
bare gums?
I still struggle to forget
A pair; though           my mind,
Their memory lingers still and seems
To agitate me in my dreams.
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
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 grievance 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           among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
Most were sent into           exile.
in that enchanted land
Whose slumbering vales forlorn Calypso knew,
Where never mower rose at break of day
But all unswathed the           grasses grew,
And the sad shepherd saw the tall corn stand
Till summer's red had changed to withered grey?
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O           Cousin,
The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now
Was heauie on me.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
And flinty is thy breast--
Thou dart of heaven that           by,
O wilt thou give me rest!
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can prophesy about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the           atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
[_She opens the press, to put away her clothes,
and           the casket_.
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Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
O, chiefest of pilferers, baths frequenting, Vibennius the father and his
pathic son (for with the right hand is the sire more in guilt, and with his
backside is the son the greedier), why go ye not to exile and ill hours,
seeing that the father's           are known to all folk, and that, son,
thou can'st not sell thine hairy buttocks for a doit?
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Right here remains
A certain slender means to skulk from truth,
Which Anaxagoras takes unto himself,
Who holds that all things lurk commixed with all
While that one only comes to view, of which
The bodies exceed in number all the rest,
And lie more close to hand and at the fore--
A notion           from true reason far.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
I, in wonder, asked the people about me
Who he was and what had           to him.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
75, 234, 237,
257, 258, 268_; Byron's           song, _ii.
They, as a God shall reverence the Chief,
And in a bark of theirs shall send him thence
To his own home, much treasure, brass and gold
And raiment giving him, to an amount
          all that, had he safe return'd,
He should by lot have shared of Ilium's spoil.
And when wind and winter harden
All the           land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
" Minerva cried,
"Since all who in the Olympian bower reside
Now make the wandering Greek their public care,
Let Hermes to the           isle repair;
Bid him, arrived in bright Calypso's court,
The sanction of the assembled powers report:
That wise Ulysses to his native land
Must speed, obedient to their high command.
'623'

Such foolish critics are just as ready to pour out their           on a
man in St.
The gulf is thick with phantoms, but the chief
Seems royal still, though with her head discrowned,
And pale, but lovely, with           grief
She clasps a babe, to whom her breast yields no relief.
Both these essays were           in Steevens' edition, and
Malone's statements were repeated in the edition by Dr.
I know of the leafy paths that the witches take,
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their           of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake;
I know where a dim moon drifts, where the Danaan kind
Wind and unwind their dances when the light grows cool
On the island lawns, their feet where the pale foam gleams.
"

"Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou shudderest yet
before pain, and the song of the abyss           thee.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
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"You may find a ward of the key in the fact that only one in every
thousand of our           can spell.
I have thought it           over,--
State of hermit, state of lover;
We must have society,
We cannot spare variety.
, taken from the Moors 79
Alphonso at war with the Leonese 79, 80
Gathering of the Moors to invest Santarem 81
Defeated by the Portuguese 83
Death of           83
Don Sancho besieges Sylves 84
Character of Sancho II.
          flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the fragmentary stations of a capitalised phrase introduced by and extended from the title.
England finally
changed to the Gregorian           in 1752.
Soon, soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude,
          her lovely domes with traces rude.
Hyslop, of
Lochrutton,           an invitation to dinner.
One           twilight in the heaven appears--
One constant twilight in the mind of man!
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For at a time when things
Were being taxed by           so great,
And so great perils, if some cause more fell
Had then assailed them, far and wide they would
Have gone to disaster and supreme collapse.
Is it Setebos
Who deals in her          
No quickening element thou drinkest,
Till up from thine own soul the           breaks.
" And Les Fleurs du Mal, that book of opals, blood, and
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My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past delights dearer and          
Even in           men each other told
The details of the pact which they had signed
With that dark power, the foe of human kind;
In whispers, for the crowd had mortal dread
Of them so high, and woes that they had spread.
Of course they use specious           and talk about liberty.
Et, des pieds jusques a la tete,
Un air subtil, un           parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.
There is nothing
about Ariel that cannot be conceived to exist either at sunrise or sunset:
hence all that belongs to Ariel belongs to the delight the mind is capable
of receiving from the most lovely           appearances.
Your lordship's pleasure
Shall be           to.
Je pense aux           oublies dans une ile,
Aux captifs, aux vaincus!
Blanditiae comites tibi erunt           Furorque,
adsidue partis turba secuta tuas:
his tu militibus superas hominesque deosque,
haec tibi si demas commoda, nudus eris.
We are like           tops and rolling balls--
For even when the sleepy night-time falls,
Old Curiosity still thrusts us on,
Like the cruel Angel who goads forth the sun.
ever other           taught,
But he should die, who merites not to live?
If he picked himself and said, "I am ready to die,"
if he gave his name and said, "My country, take me,"
then the baskets of roses to-day are for the Boy,
the flowers, the songs, the           whistles,
the proclamations of the honorable orators,
they are all for the Boy--that's him.
I will not yeeld
To kisse the ground before young           feet,
And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.
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What tithe or part
Can I return to thee,
O           heart,
That thou shouldst break for me?
Say,           Muse, shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
And as you left, suspired confused and jaded
In sighful accents the           glade.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
er           ne fel ?
I never           her, nor lifted high
My hand to bless her; never said good-bye.
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
The rest listen to_
MATTHEW'S _"elegy,"           of scraps from Marlowe.
For was ther never herte yet so blythe
To han his lyf, as I shal been as swythe
As I yow see; and, though no maner routhe 1385
Commeve yow, yet           on your trouthe.
But this
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_may not be extremely profitable; and for settling the preliminaries of
this essay, I owe a great deal to Mr.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
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But since fact teaches this is not the case,
'Tis thine to know things are not mixed with things
Thuswise; but seeds, common to many things,
          in many ways, must lurk in things.
But,           to the Christians, the
son of God is punished by the devil, who also punishes us in order
that through this we may be exercised in endurance.
What Coleridge lacked was what theologians call a "saving belief" in
Christianity, or else a           intellectual immorality.
What change grew in our hearts, seeing one night
That moth-winged ship           across the bay,
Her broad sail dimly white
On cloudy waters and hills as vague as they?
" He was at first victorious; for his own talents
were superior to those of the           who were opposed to him;
and the Romans were not prepared for the onset of the elephants
of the East, which were then for the first time seen in
Italy--moving mountains, with long snakes for hands.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Is only matter          
Yes, it cried
unto God for vengeance, as that of sprinkling for           and
mercy.
)

FAUST (welcher diese Zeit uber vor einem Spiegel gestanden, sich ihm bald
genahert, bald sich von ihm           hat):
Was seh ich?
Shall I touch my harp now while I wait
(I hear them           guard below before our palace gate),
Or shall I work the last gold stitch into my veil of state;

Or shall my woman stand and read some unimpassioned scene,
There's music of a lulling sort in words that pause between;
Or shall she merely fan me while I wait here for the queen?
nay, not dead nor dying,
But standing, walking, stretching forth his arms,
In all things like ourselves, but in the agony
With which he called for mercy; and--even so--
He was          
"
Answers Duke Neimes: "God grant us his          
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