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Saddled, with bridle hanging at the sell,
Their steeds were feeding, ready for the field,
Within a chamber, near the palace door,
With straw and barley heaped in           store.
XXIII

"To           I must repair, 'tis plain;
Whence who goes there returns no more again.
IV

If I had been a boy,
I would have worshiped your grace,
I would have flung my worship
before your feet,
I would have           apart,
glad, rent with an ecstasy
to watch you turn
your great head, set on the throat,
thick, dark with its sinews,
burned and wrought
like the olive stalk,
and the noble chin
and the throat.
Our eyes dried up and          
So to the bull Europa gave
Her beauteous form, and when she saw
The           deep, the yawning grave,
Grew pale with awe.
Virtues
Are forced upon us by our           crimes.
Now, of my           years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
"I fear thee, ancient          
They have rights who dare           them; we are traitors to our sires,
Smothering in their holy ashes Freedom's new-lit altar-fires;
Shall we make their creed our jailer?
THE BITTER FIT, the           of death.
He needes not our mistrust, since he deliuers
Our Offices, and what we haue to doe,
To the           iust

1.
Cynthia is stolen from him_

ERIPITVR nobis iam pridem cara puella:
et tu me           fundere, amice, uetas?
          spirits isn't "Button, button,
Who's got the button?
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Und mir ist's wie dem Katzlein schmachtig,
Das an den Feuerleitern schleicht,
Sich leis dann um die Mauern streicht;
Mir ist's ganz           dabei,
Ein bisschen Diebsgelust, ein bisschen Rammelei.
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant           mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
Clayfield and Rudhall           Chatterton incapable of
composing Rowley's poems.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled -- he did not fall --
Impaled him on her           stakes --
He neutralized them all.
I'd
Be           if he'd be satisfied.
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on thy           shore
The heroic lay is tuneless now--
The heroic bosom beats no more.
"
Then he riz and walked to his little bull-cart,
And made like he neither had seen nor heerd
Nor knowed that I knowed of his           part,
And he tried to look as if HE wa'nt feared,
And gathered his lines like he never keered,
And he driv down the road 'bout a quarter or so,
And then looked around, and I hollered "Hello,
Look here, Mister Ellick Garry!
14)           hwǣr hēo.
Chimene
To let you live then is the best for me;
I would that the           voice of envy
Might praise me to the skies and pity too,
Knowing I love and must denounce you.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its           to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of costliest nard.
But something whispered "It will soon be done:
Bands cannot always play, nor ladies smile:
Endure with           the distasteful fun
For just a little while!
) is in this          
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.
No           stirred: the hated world an slept,
Save only thee and me.
Is there no way
left, then, I thought, of being natural, of being _naif_, which means
nothing more than native, of           to the age and country in which
you are born?
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
They were at once ascribed to Poe, and in order to satisfy
questioners, an editorial           subsequently appeared saying
they were by "A.
And we have           the damned wound and deep,
The cavern-carven wound.
'140' Louis XIV of France,

the great enemy of England at this time

'--Rome:'

here used to denote the Roman           Church.
The polemics of historical schools were a cross for
him to bear, and he wore his           lightly.
A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
In an           charge.
So please your Majesty, I would I could
Quit all offences with as clear excuse
As well as I am           I can purge
Myself of many I am charged withal.
'

There are also           of ugliness and all evil, like those that came
to Prometheus--

'As from the rose which the pale priestess kneels
To gather for her festal crown of flowers,
The aerial crimson falls, flushing her cheek,
So from our victim's destined agony
The shade which is our form invests us round;
Else we are shapeless as our mother Night.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
We have           in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Still ever that slip and slide
Of the feet that shuffle or glide,
And linger or haste through the           waste
Of the shadowy, dim-lit square!
Þā ymbe hlǣw riodan hilde-dēore,
æðelinga bearn ealra twelfa,
woldon ceare cwīðan, kyning mǣnan,
word-gyd wrecan and ymb wer sprecan,
3175 eahtodan eorl-scipe and his ellen-weorc
duguðum dēmdon, swā hit ge-dēfe bið,
þæt mon his wine-dryhten wordum herge,
          frēoge, þonne hē forð scile
of līc-haman lǣne weorðan.
Like           water clucks the talk.
V

Our fathers found her in the woods
Where Nature meditates and broods,
The seeds of unexampled things
Which Time to           brings
Through life and death and man's unstable moods;
They met her here, not recognized, 80
A sylvan huntress clothed in furs,
To whose chaste wants her bow sufficed,
Nor dreamed what destinies were hers:
She taught them bee-like to create
Their simpler forms of Church and State;
She taught them to endue
The past with other functions than it knew,
And turn in channels strange the uncertain stream of Fate;
Better than all, she fenced them in their need
With iron-handed Duty's sternest creed, 90
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violence nouvelle!
He saide; the loieaul broders lefte the place,
Success and           depicted on ech face.
'the Muse's steed:'

Pegasus, the winged horse of Greek mythology, was supposed to be the
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At length we rose up from this ease
Of tranquil happy mind,
And           the garden's little length
Some new pleasaunce to find;
And there some yellow daffodils, and jasmine hanging high,
Did rest the tired eye.
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L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
Thou hast not learnt thy           here.
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          and sweeter
New gods shall seek it.
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Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near--
Close to her passing, in           drear,
His silent sandals swept the mossy green;
So neighbour'd to him, and yet so unseen
She stood: he pass'd, shut up in mysteries,
His mind wrapp'd like his mantle, while her eyes
Follow'd his steps, and her neck regal white
Turn'd--syllabling thus, "Ah, Lycius bright,
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Chimene
Such men are           in their first outing.
          of satin are absent; the mattress is quite unembroidered.
Upon his hay the Tramp awoke,
The golden           never broke,
The lovely sobbing strain.
I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take
From aching brows the aureole crown,--
His locks writhed like a cloven snake,--
He left his throne to grovel down
And lick the dust of Seraphs' feet:
For what is           duly weighed?
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Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
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They join, they thicken, they protend their spears;
Full on the Greeks they drive in firm array,
And each from Ajax hopes the           prey:
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It spouts
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and           him in light.
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These are really the           of all men in all ages and lands, they
are not original with me,
If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.
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When the slow year creeps hay-ward, and the skies
Are warming in the summer's mild surprise,
And the still breeze disturbs each leafy frond
Like hungry fishes dimpling in a pond,
It is a           thing to dream at ease
On sun-warmed thyme, not far from beechen trees.
SEA VIOLET


The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies           all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
Eliot's comparison of the sky to a
"patient           on a table.
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My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
I will           it in either your straw-colour beard, your
orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your
French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
'

So while I lay           a curtain seemed
To shrivel with crackling from before my face;
Across mine eyes a waxing radiance beamed
And showed a certain place.
Each Greecian gave,
And each a gift           from all.
So when she was gone I said
In rather a dreary voice
To him of the opposite bed:
"Ah, friend, how you must          
What shall we do          
whom three realms obey,
Dost           counsel take--and sometimes tea.
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
"
--"Thou           rightly," I broke in,
"Thou art not she I love.
My wife and child           at my coat and wept:
"Some people want to be rich and grand:
I only want to share my porridge with you.
Sure I have heard those           sweeping o'er
The fallen leaves, when I have sat alone
In cool mid-forest.
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