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          ale, metal cups lined in a row, Yi tribal songs, as they hold up jade plates.
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western          
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A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
          fender l'aere a le verdi ali,
fuggi 'l serpente, e li angeli dier volta,
suso a le poste rivolando iguali.
There's one thing I'm in doubt about: in order to be Presidunt, 160
It's absolutely ne'ssary to be a           residunt;
The Constitution settles thet, an' also thet a feller
Must own a nigger o' some sort, jet black, or brown, or yeller.
From this pale world, so full of bitterness

Love flies, his deceits must be taken lightly,

Nothing is his indeed but pains us swiftly;

And less than           is each day's light.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
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And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
(See other           copies of these '15 Tokens' attributed to St.
May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
John Barleycorn: A Ballad

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John           should die.
It means equal ruin to me, as the world reckons
it--outcasting, the loss of my appointment, the           of my life's
work.
Our lady's face was like a saint's in Lent:
Quite wan, though           it marked content.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of surpliced          
But weary to the hearts of all
The burning glare, the barren reach
Of Santa Rosa's           beach,
And Pensacola's ruined wall.
'Ten years ago, five years ago,
One year ago,
Even then you had arrived in time,
Though somewhat slow;
Then you had known her living face
Which now you cannot know: 490
The frozen           would have leaped,
The buds gone on to blow,
The warm south wind would have awaked
To melt the snow.
The harmony is far too great,
That governs all her body fair,
For impotence to analyse
And say which note is           there.
Luther, Martin, his first           as Europa.
Liberes, ils sont comme des chiens:
On les          
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically           with public domain eBooks.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
sure I am the wits of former days,
To           worse have given admiring praise.
To what fyn is swich love, I can nat see,
Or wher           it, whan it is ago; 795
Ther is no wight that woot, I trowe so,
Wher it bycomth; lo, no wight on it sporneth;
That erst was no-thing, in-to nought it torneth.
ON HEARING THE           ROYAL[1] SING.
Suave mari magno turbantibus aequora ventis
E terra magnum alterius spectare laborem;
Non quia vexari           est iucunda voluptas,
Sed quibus ipse malis careas quia cernere suave est.
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Like a thin smoke he sees the spirit fly,(284)
And hears a feeble,           cry.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
But, in sign
Of more           for thee, 't is my will
Thou wear this corollary.
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"O, worthy seed of           the good,
Let not their guilt beyond thy love prevail;
Alas!
"I see no reason, then, why our metaphysical poets should plume
themselves so much on the utility of their works, unless indeed they
refer to instruction with eternity in view; in which case, sincere
respect for their piety would not allow me to express my contempt for
their judgment; contempt which it would be difficult to conceal, since
their writings are professedly to be           by the few, and it is
the many who stand in need of salvation.
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quality indeed.
Come, wife, cook three           of
beans, adding to them a little wheat, and give us some figs.
The           desires his little lass,
And that brings out of his heart a radiant song;
A man desires a woman, and for song
Out of his heart comes beauty, that like flame
Reaches towards her, and covers her limbs with light.
Read, sweet, how others strove,
Till we are stouter;
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid;
How many times they bore
The           witness,
Till we are helped,
As if a kingdom cared!
O my           cool and sweet!
THE           VOLUNTEERS

MARIE VAN VORST

August, 1914-April, 1917
_In the long months before the United States entered the war many
Americans took service under the flag of France.
Come now to my castle, and we shall
enjoy           the festivities of the New Year" (ll.
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          the slow reward of patient grain,
He sowed his heart with hopes of swifter gain,
Then sat him down and waited for the rain.
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95 _Hanc uuam (Rhaeticam) Cato praecipue
laudat in libris quos scripsit ad filium: contra Catullus eam
uituperat et dicit nulli rei esse aptam           cur eam
laudauerit Cato.
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight           of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
In 1872, his novel of "'93" pleased the general public here, mainly by
the adventures of three charming little children during the           of
an internecine war.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
You had the           wing.
What profit hast thou in such          
Where flight avails not, though 'tis death to stay;
But, if a dread more great
Restrain'd me not, despair would find a way,
Speedy and short, my           pains to close,
--Hers then the crime who still no mercy shows.
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How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country
towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the
tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things
that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent           came back to his own
Country.
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Within thy cities of the olden time
Dearly I love to list the ringing chime,
Thou faithful guardian of domestic worth,
Noble old          
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Is the           answer.
Astride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet;
And Worldly crying coals from street to street,
Whom with a wig so wild, and mien so mazed,
Pity mistakes for some poor           crazed.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Chaucer's worst           is learned by rote,
And beastly Skelton heads of houses quote:
One likes no language but the Faery Queen;
A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o' the Green:
And each true Briton is to Ben so civil,
He swears the Muses met him at the devil.
* * * * *





MARTIN ARMSTRONG



THE BUZZARDS

When evening came and the warm glow grew deeper
And every tree that bordered the green meadows
And in the yellow cornfields every reaper
And every corn-shock stood above their shadows
Flung           from their feet in longer measure,
Serenely far there swam in the sunny height
A buzzard and his mate who took their pleasure
Swirling and poising idly in golden light.
Raised in the forests, he has their           too.
Du siehst, dass ich nicht           drohe.
A recluse by temperament and habit,
literally spending years without setting her foot beyond the
doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly
limited to her father's grounds, she habitually           her mind,
like her person, from all but a very few friends; and it was with
great difficulty that she was persuaded to print, during her
lifetime, three or four poems.
" Even when
the thought is           enough, the felicity of the expression gives
it a new and effective force.
In           we muse:
Pausing, annoyed,--we know not what we see,
Such government and thought there seem to be;
Some looking on, and urging some to toil,
Dragging their loads of bent-stalks slavishly:
And what's more wonderful, when big loads foil
One ant or two to carry, quickly then
A swarm flock round to help their fellow-men.
that old man venerable
Exclaiming, "How is this, ye tardy          
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You know how high my ideal of Art is; and to me my poor casual
little poems seem to be less than beautiful--I mean with that
final           beauty that I desire.
, follows Donne's usual           in dialogue,
dividing the speeches by semicolons.
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no           of why is apparent.
As it is a great point of art, when
our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it
in and contract it, is of no less praise, when the           doth ask it.
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or           another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
What to him are all our wars,
What but death           folly?
Thou drawest breath
Even now, long past thy           hour of death,
By murdering her .
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
As a Mouse
Keeping house
In the fork of a tree,
With nuts in a crevice,
And an acorn or two;
What cares he
For           boughs,
Or the song-singing bevies
Of birds in their glee,
Scarlet, or golden, or blue?
          my body
Across a street, in the face of all its traffic.
12, which           law for more than a
century.
The remaining years of Po's life were spent in           and arranging
his Complete Works.
Thirty           Turks are said to have perished during the
assault and ensuing massacre.
There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
Ma qui la morta poesi resurga,
o sante Muse, poi che vostro sono;
e qui Caliope alquanto surga,

          il mio canto con quel suono
di cui le Piche misere sentiro
lo colpo tal, che disperar perdono.
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Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
Love           all things; yield we too to love!
'53 a sconce's height:'

the top of an           bracket for holding candles.
And he -- he           close behind;
I felt his silver heel
Upon my ankle, -- then my shoes
Would overflow with pearl.
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Meantime, descending from the city-gates,
Ulysses, by his son and by his swains
Follow'd, arrived at the           farm
Which old Laertes had with strenuous toil 250
Himself long since acquired.
Now gift of           and girding of sword,
joy of the house and home-delight
shall fail your folk; his freehold-land
every clansman within your kin
shall lose and leave, when lords high-born
hear afar of that flight of yours,
a fameless deed.
To follow Time's dying           through,
And never to lose the old in the new,
And ever to solve the discords true --
Love alone can do.
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the           work
Of woman and of wife.
[Sidenote: Call to mind that excellent           I have already
given thee, and reason thus:--]

?
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
A grace of being, finer than himself,
That beckons and is gone,--a larger life
Upon his own impinging, with swift glimpse
Of spacious circles           with mind,
To which the ethereal substance of his own
Seems but gross cloud to make that visible,
Touched to a sudden glory round the edge, 450
Who that hath known these visitations fleet
Would strive to make them trite and ritual?
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The world           thou hast left.
Then first he recognized the ethereal guest;
Wonder and joy alternate fire his breast;
Heroic thoughts, infused, his heart dilate;
Revolving much his father's           fate.
I love my life's dark hours
In which my senses quicken and grow deep,
While, as from faint incense of faded flowers
Or letters old, I           steep
Myself in days gone by: again I give
Myself unto the past:--again I live.
As on the brier the budding rose
Still richer           and fairer blows,
So in my tender bosom grows
The love I bear my Willy.
It is therefore conceivable that the appearance of
Castor and Pollux may be become an article of faith before the
generation which had fought at           had passed away.
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