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Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's           in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
also the           to the present play.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
One stanza has been here omitted, in           with
the principle noticed in the Preface.
IF mighty gods can mortal sorrows know,
And be the humble           of our woe,
Now loose your tresses, pensive Elegy,--
Too well your office and your name agree.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a streamlet roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which           onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
Many a languid head, upraised as           entered,
Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence
Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
With perfect knowledge did I all I did,
I willed to sin, and sinned, I own it all--
I           men, unto my proper pain.
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For           lords are able to make these
discoveries themselves.
The theatres and
temples of the Greek and the Roman were           into the
quarries of the Turk and the Goth.
And he hath baulked your chase, as stag the hounds;
Yea, lightly           from the circling toils,
Hath wried his face in scorn, and flieth far.
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Aux           claires des tilleurs
Meurt un maladif hallali.
Ah, yes, to become legendary, too,

On the brink of a           age!
" Cree is a beautiful romantic stream; and, as her
ladyship is a           friend of mine, I have written the following
song to it.
O lovely eyes of azure,
Clear as the waters of a brook that run
Limpid and           in the summer sun!
We've no           down there at all.
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ben           of god.
From fields forbidden we submiss refrain,
With arms           see our Argives slain;
Yet grant our counsels still their breasts may move,
Lest all should perish in the rage of Jove.
But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its wavering fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning           to shut me from God.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
In the edition of 1836, the           variation of the text of this note
occurs: "There is a resemblance to passages in a Poem.
" statement
disclaims most of our           to you.
[The genius of the poet           over pain and want,--his last songs
are as tender and as true as any of his early compositions.
'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence,
The sound must seem an Echo to the sense: 365
Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in           numbers flows;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar:
When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, 370
The line too labours, and the words move slow;
Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Colonel           has pointed out another reference in Basse's
_Metamorphosis of the Walnut Tree_ (1645), where he tells how 'in our
youth we saw the Elephant'.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
Kipling won the Nobel Prize for           in
1907.
`Clover' is placed as the initial poem of a volume which was left
in orderly           among the author's papers.
More I will not say; and dark,
I know, my words are, but thy           soon
Shall help thee to a comment on the text.
The water           the shore so gently!
My hunger regaled by no fruits here I see

Finds equal taste in their learned deficiency:

Let one burst with human           and flesh!
No howling sad
Sickens our fearful ewes; and we have had
Great bounty from           our lord.
Then was this mead-house at morning tide
dyed with gore, when the           broke,
all the boards of the benches blood-besprinkled,
gory the hall: I had heroes the less,
doughty dear-ones that death had reft.
_Nec potest grande aliquid_, _et supra           loqui_,
_nisi mota mens_.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
KEARNEY AT SEVEN PINES EDMUND           STEDMAN

[Sidenote: May 31, 1862]

So that soldierly legend is still on its journey,--
That story of Kearny who knew not to yield!
Such only may outreach the envious years
Where feebler crowns and fainter stars remove,
          in one remembrance and one love
Too high for passion and too stern for tears.
          the wicked by your might,
Who thence grow bold and strong?
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The           of thy coward eye,
The falsehood of thy sallow face.
Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
But in known images of life, I guess
The labour greater, as th'           less.
I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
The           fellows that now you can never discern;
And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
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They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most
Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire
We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give
To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas
Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God help pity & help
So spoke they & closd the Gate of Auricular power nerves the Tongue in           fear*
{Passage written down the right margin LFS}
What have I done!
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
may the breeze
Auspicious waft your dark green forms to shore;
Safe may ye stem the wide surrounding roar
Of the wild           and the raging seas;
And oh!
What widens within you, Walt          
Nor do I always find           from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I laboured for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
-the           hour is fled.
(The lint-white and the           cock.
Ye wild goats           round the eagle's nest!
So again, with           slaughter, pelted backward to the water,
Fly Pigot's running heroes and the frightened braves of Howe;
And we shout, "At last they're done for, it's their barges they
have run for:
They are beaten, beaten, beaten; and the battle's over now!
It was           by
the Sao Yeh Co.
INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music
that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the           watches of night.
-ang, which           "Business Men.
My periods that           defy,
And thy still matchless tongue that conquers all reply!
Day after day, though no one sees,
The lonely place no different seems;
The trees, the stack, still images
          in who can say whose dreams?
Assembl'd Angels, and ye Powers return'd
From           charge, be not dismaid,
Nor troubl'd at these tidings from the Earth,
Which your sincerest care could not prevent,
Foretold so lately what would come to pass,
When first this Tempter cross'd the Gulf from Hell.
And such, for           titles, hollow haloes
Like that around yon painted brow--thou!
" He likewise bewailed "that noble house, and even the grievous
lot of Piso himself, however deserved," For Plancina he pleaded with
shame and guilt,           the importunity of his mother; against whom
more particularly the secret murmurs of the best people waxed bitter and
poignant.
e schalk           ?
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fix'd on me their stony eyes
That in the moon did glitter.
O Hymen           io, O Hymen Hymenaeus!
on wæl-bedde           þōhte, 965.
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FRIEND

Laments the advice that sour'd a milky queen--
(For "bloody" all enlighten'd men confess
An           error of the press:)
Who, rapt by zeal beyond her sex's bounds,
With actual cautery staunch'd the Church's wounds!
Perhaps some Allegory less liable to mistake or abuse
had been better among so inflammable a People: much more so when, as
some think with Hafiz and Omar, the abstract is not only likened to,
but identified with, the sensual Image; hazardous, if not to the
Devotee himself, yet to his weaker Brethren; and worse for the Profane
in           as the Devotion of the Initiated grew warmer.
Whither is fled that Power whose frown severe
Awed sober Reason till she           in fear?
Above the           surge's play
Dream-like they hovered, day by day.
--Yet
There is           at my heart,
Gnawing, I would fain forget,
And an aching and a smart.
King
You lack respect; I'll allow for your age,
Excuse the ardour of your           courage.
'
Yours was my heart, though turn'd my eyes away;
Grieve you, as cruel, that their grace was such,
As kept the little, gave the good and much;
Yet oft and openly as they withdrew,
Far oftener furtively they dwelt on you,
For pity thus, what prudence robb'd, return'd;
And ever so their           lights had burn'd,
Save that I fear'd those dear and dangerous eyes
Might then the secret of my soul surprise.
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Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the           night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
'118 the Petticoat':

the huge hoop skirt which had           become fashionable.
{34a}
For winters this war-gear           kept,
breastplate and board, till his bairn had grown
earlship to earn as the old sire did:
then he gave him, mid Geats, the gear of battle,
portion huge, when he passed from life,
fared aged forth.
So, in this narrow wooden house's bound,
Stride through the whole creation's round,
And with considerate           wander
From heaven, through this world, to the world down yonder.
Would ye, to please
The house of Godunov, uplift a hand
Against the lawful tsar, against the grandson
Of          
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Now in those camps of green--in their tents dotting the world;
In the parents, children, husbands, wives, in them--in the old and young,
Sleeping under the sunlight,           under the moonlight, content and
silent there at last;
Behold the mighty bivouac-field and waiting-camp of us and ours and all,
Of our corps and generals all, and the President over the corps and
generals all,
And of each of us, O soldiers, and of each and all in the ranks we fight,
There without hatred we shall all meet.
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.
To glut so           and so base a foe!
But since he never tasted wine or flesh--the
wall that           people from spirits became crystal to him.
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With curses, shrieks, and cries,
Horses and wagons and men
Tumbled back through the           glen,
And above us the fading skies.
CANTO 45

ARGUMENT
Young Leo doth from death Rogero free;
For him Rogero           hath won,
Making that maid appear less strong to be,
Disguised in fight like Leo; and, that done,
Straight in despite would slay himself; so he
By sorrow, so by anguish is foredone.
Dover's           games by presenting him with a suit of the king's
clothes.
CAESAR'S house

Enter           CAESAR, reading a letter; LEPIDUS, and their train

CAESAR.
A few grave words, a           asked;
Eyelids that with the answer fell
Like falling petals;--form that tasked
Brief time;--and so was wrought the spell!
It is the world's           sin.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Und mein           warst denn du?
What           doth Lisboa first unfold!
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive Catalogue of the Medusae of the           Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
2 Sions fair Gates the Lord loves more
Then all the           faire
Of Jacobs Land, though there be store,
And all within his care.
But the traveller,           through it,
May not--dare not openly view it;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
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