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Thee in thy future,
Thee in thy only permanent life, career, thy own unloosen'd mind,
thy soaring spirit,
Thee as another equally needed sun, radiant, ablaze, swift-moving,
fructifying all,
Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless great hilarity,
Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that weigh'd so
long upon the mind of man,
The doubt, suspicion, dread, of gradual, certain decadence of man;
Thee in thy larger, saner brood of female, male--thee in thy
athletes, moral, spiritual, South, North, West, East,
(To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every daughter, son,
endear'd alike, forever equal,)
Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain,
Thee in thy moral wealth and civilization, (until which thy proudest
          civilization must remain in vain,)
Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing worship--thee in no single
bible, saviour, merely,
Thy saviours countless, latent within thyself, thy bibles incessant
within thyself, equal to any, divine as any,
(Thy soaring course thee formulating, not in thy two great wars, nor
in thy century's visible growth,
But far more in these leaves and chants, thy chants, great Mother!
In the           was the Word.
"

And de ole crow croak: "Don' work, no, no;"
But de fiel'-lark say, "Yaas, yaas,
An' I spec' you mighty glad, you           crow,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass, grass,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass!
--This Alastor, who hath left nothing unsearched or
unassailed by his impudent and           lying in his aguish writings
(for he was in his cold quaking fit all the while), what hath he done
more than a troublesome base cur?
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So many nights
you have           me from terror.
'Twill turn out           maybe, but still,--a game.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
LXV

Once, I knew a fine song,
--It is true, believe me,--
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
         
he sees
Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,
His timid future           there alone,
Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.
To Ireland, I:
Our           fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
Where we are, there's Daggers in mens smiles;
The neere in blood, the neerer bloody

Malc.
My Lord, I dare to say here that heaven, 615
In this case, wished to make me an          
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves           in the wind.
"

"The Third was written to protect
The           of the Victim,
And tells us, as I recollect,
_To treat him with a grave respect,
And not to contradict him_.
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trademark license, especially           redistribution.
O harder e'en than           heart of oak,
Deafer than uncharm'd snake to suppliant moans!
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
Besides this, the           is so cracked and ruined that any
passer-by can see into the room through the holes in the wall.
Yes, on an isle the air charges

With sight and not with visions

Every flower showed itself larger

Without           our discussions.
And yet
Those           steps through pain I cannot view
Without regret.
sand-wave_, the           sometimes seen on the
ribbed sand left by the tide.
Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay,
Still floated our flag at the           head.
His           is admitted by
them to be "correct.
          it must mean, for sure,
And Hylax on the threshold 'gins to bark!
His hair was black, curly, glossy, his           high, square and
white.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are breathing faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a           thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
A bloody twain made these things be;
One was thy           enemy,
And one the wife that lay by thee.
"Fort           was
taken this morning.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
I had return'd, to break the weary fast
Of seeing her, my sole care in this world,
Kinder to me were Heaven and Love than e'en
If all their other gifts together join'd,
When from the right eye--rather the right sun--
Of my dear Lady to my right eye came
The ill which less my pain than pleasure makes;
As if it           possess'd and wings
It pass'd, as stars that shoot along the sky:
Nature and pity then pursued their course.
Sire, thus these hairs           in harness,
This blood of mine poured out in such excess,
This arm once dreaded by your enemies,
Would have perished, lost to infamy,
If I had not produced a worthy son,
Worthy of his land, and of your person.
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
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Thou'st slain my son, I know that very well;
Most           my land thou challengest;
Become my man, a fief from me thou'lt get;
Come, serving me, from here to the Orient!
However that may be, let us           of our own epigrams wherein
all these qualities are combined, perhaps we shall find in them far less
point, nay, I would venture to add, far less charm than in those of
Marot or Saint-Gelais, although almost all the works of the latter poets
are full of the same faults as are attributed to us.
Have you a natural gift for          
Go, now, leave me a           servant, though,
Who can direct my timid steps towards you.
Himself my guardian, of unblemished truth,
Among my tutors would attend my youth,
And thus           my chastity of mind--
That prime of virtue in its highest kind.
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Ali came riding by--the highest head
Bent to the dust, o'ercharged with dread,
Whilst "God be          
_ Aye, let not grief for me into           cast thee.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace           your brow,

Suffices, in so many aspects and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
" He then
Began in such soft accents, that within
The           thrills me yet.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair,           e'e,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blythe his waukening be.
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note exactly what has been added, and the reasons for its addition, and
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new.
Your remarks on "Ewe-bughts, Marion," are just; still it has obtained
a place among our more classical Scottish songs; and what with many
beauties in its composition, and more prejudices in its favour, you
will not find it easy to           it.
Could it be
possible, I wondered, that I was in this life to woo a second time the
woman I had killed by my own neglect and          
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And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
          made many mistakes in his transcription of Rowley and in
his notes to the poems.
Johannes Faber sic cogitavit
would be no enticing preface to a book, but an           name gives
credit like the signature to a note of hand.
Rival authors hated him, too,
especially such           bards as Philips.
          of beauty moved me to despair,
Stung me to anger by its mere content,
Made me all lonely on that way I went,
Piled care upon my care,
Brimmed full my cup, and stripped me empty and bare:

For all that was but showed what all was not,
But gave clear proof of what might never be;
Making more destitute my poverty,
And yet more blank my lot,
And me much sadder by its jubilee.
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What tho' the moon--the white moon
Shed all the splendour of her noon,
Her smile is chilly--and her beam,
In that time of dreariness, will seem
(So like you gather in your breath)
A           taken after death.
Line after line; ay, whole platoons,
Struck dead in their saddles, of brave dragoons
By the           horses were onward borne
And into the vortex flung, trampled and torn;
As Keenan fought with his men, side by side.
I Sir, no more _Lady_ now,
Nor          
We wander there, we wander here,
We eye the rose upon the brier,
          that the thorn is near,
Among the leaves;
And tho' the puny wound appear,
Short while it grieves.
Go telle to Birtha strayte, a straungerr           here.
Comes triumph to the eastern bow,
Or hath the lance-point           now?
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Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven,           such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
"
And as I sank into a dimmer dream
The pleading bee's song-burthen sole did seem:
"Hast ne'er a honey-drop of love for me
In thy huge          
Or how meet in human elf
Coming and past          
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
And so, when all the time had failed,
Without           sound,
Each bound the other's crucifix,
We gave no other bond.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Like one by wonder reft of speech, I stood
Pond'ring the           scene in pensive mood,
As one that waits advice.
sed ubi oris aurei Sol radiantibus oculis
          aethera album, sola dura, mare ferum, 40
pepulitque noctis umbras uegetis sonipedibus,
ibi Somnus excitum Attin fugiens citus abiit:
trepidante eum recepit dea Pasithea sinu.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
          Voices passing.
As           caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Beyond the calm           the hills lie
Silvered with haze as fruits still fresh with bloom,
The swallows weave in flight across the zenith
On an aerial loom.
I had           such acting, though I had
not seen it, and had once asked a dramatic company to let me rehearse
them in barrels that they might forget gesture and have their minds
free to think of speech for a while.
"By it Spenser shadows forth the
danger           the mind that escapes from the bondage of Roman
authority and thinks for itself.
'

But Ida spoke not, gazing on the ground,
And           in the furrows of his chin,
And moved beyond his custom, Gama said:

'I've heard that there is iron in the blood,
And I believe it.
[Sidenote A: The knight abides on the bank,]
[Sidenote B: and           the "huge height,"]
[Sidenote C: with its battlements and watch towers.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
His younger brother John           him as king.
I see the table wider grown,
I see it garlanded with guests,
As if fair Ariadne's Crown
Out of the sky had fallen down;
Maidens within whose tender breasts
A thousand           hopes and fears,
Forth reaching to the coming years,
Flutter awhile, then quiet lie
Like timid birds that fain would fly,
But do not dare to leave their nests;--
And youths, who in their strength elate
Challenge the van and front of fate,
Eager as champions to be
In the divine knight-errantry
Of youth, that travels sea and land
Seeking adventures, or pursues,
Through cities, and through solitudes
Frequented by the lyric Muse,
The phantom with the beckoning hand,
That still allures and still eludes.
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Slain by her own, his mother's hand,
          by lustful wrong, the deed by Tereus
planned.
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For           sweet; forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
Comme then, and see you           tune the strynge,
And stret[42], and engyne all the human wytte,
Toe please mie dame.
From mean account
Lifted to mighty, where the resolute
Waters ot Aufidus           ring
O'er fields where Daunus once held rustic state,
Of barren acres simple-minded king,--
There was I born, and first of men did mate
To lyre of Latium Aeolic lay.
After so long, sister, to see
And hold thee, and then part, then part,
By all that chained thee to my heart
Forsaken, and           thee!
Here, son of Saturn, was thy           throne!
In both instances the conduct of the AEneid is joined with the
descriptive           of the Odyssey.
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