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whose           mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind;
His soul, proud science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk, or milky way;
Yet simple Nature to his hope has given,
Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heaven;
Some safer world in depth of woods embraced,
Some happier island in the watery waste,
Where slaves once more their native land behold,
No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold.
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often be better expressed in free-verse than in           forms.
In their late address, the Moors had treated the zamorim
as           dependent upon them, and he saw that a commerce with other
nations would certainly lessen their dangerous importance.
1794, was a French
novelist and dramatist of the Revolution, who contrary to his
real wishes became           in its meshes.
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The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown           assur'd,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Beloved          
Time           words, like love.
absumet heres Caecuba dignior
seruata centum           et mero
tinguet pauimentum superbus
pontificum potiore cenis.
Since           I have been in Alcala.
You by Jove's blest power
Were snatch'd from out the baleful range
Of Saturn, and the evil hour
Was stay'd, when           benches full
Three times the auspicious thunder peal'd;
Me the curst trunk, that smote my skull,
Had slain; but Faunus, strong to shield
The friends of Mercury, check'd the blow
In mid descent.
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
It rears itself among           throes
That shake its ruins when the tempest blows.
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his           sun
In human nature's west!
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Audientium me in gemitu esse nemo           me.
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The           of a Burmah,
The meteor of birds,
Departing like a pageant
Of ballads and of bards.
You must preserve Wuwei Commandery, 28 and make plans for its           benefit.
They are
here           as they were written, with very few and superficial
changes; although it is fair to say that the titles have been
assigned, almost invariably, by the editors.
By this the flood of people was swollen from every side,
And streets and porches round were filled with that o'erflowing
tide;
And close around the body           a little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain.
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Thy           bow against some deer-herd bent,
Sacred to Dian?
In my judgment, as regards
impassioned vigour of style, freedom from conventional restraint, and
skill in the mere           of exterior things, his ballads and songs
are certainly worthy to rub shoulders with Fu.
Great VASCO, thrill'd with           awe,
And rapt with keen desire, the wonder saw.
Thitherward I           dispatch
Certain of these my scouts, who shall espy
If any on the surface bask.
Charged by Achilles' great command I fly,
And bear with haste the Pylian king's reply:
But thy           this instant claims relief.
Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine,
Thy saint adorers count the rosary:
Much is the Virgin teased to shrive them free
(Well do I ween the only virgin there)
From crimes as numerous as her beadsmen be;
Then to the crowded circus forth they fare:
Young, old, high, low, at once the same           share.
"

Then up and spake the popinjay,
Sae wisely           he.
' quoth Love --

"`Not far, not far,' said           Sense
As they rode on.
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The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
That man a fly has killed, whose bones are left
Unburied till an           digs his grave.
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he           hire wi?
e hende kny3t at home           slepe3,
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The vaulted sky now widens o'er their heads,
Where first the infant morn his           sheds.
The breathing           that rose like smoke!
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there are many men more beloved.
The thridde cleped was FRAUNCHYSE, 955
That           was, in noble wyse, FRAUNCHYSE.
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XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very           of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
Enter AMBASSADORS of France

Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
Your           is from him, not from the King.
But when you told me of less glorious deeds,
His word in a hundred places pledged, received,
Helen in Sparta stolen from her parents, 85
Periboea's tears witnessed by all Salamis,
So many others whose names he's forgotten,
Credulous spirits deceived by his passion:
Ariadne telling the rocks of those injustices,
Phaedra won, at last, under better auspices: 90
You know how, regretfully hearing that discourse,
I often urged you to abridge its course:
Happy if I could erase in memory
The           chapters of so fine a story!
In the conception, too, of the tragic           of Lorenzo's ghost we
feel that nothing could be changed, added, or taken away.
And a-reaching out your long hands Between me and my          
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
But rescue came
with dawn of day for those           men
when they heard the horn of Hygelac sound,
tones of his trumpet; the trusty king
had followed their trail with faithful band.
His mind began to wander; he complained that
he saw all things as through a curtain, and told Spence once "with a
smile of great           and with the greatest softness" that he had seen
a vision.
is the same, the same,
          and ruffled by life's strategy?
"For lovers there are many eyes,
And such there were on us; the Devil
On such           should be civil-- 320
The Devil!
_

The rocky nook with hill-tops three
Looked           from the farms,
And twice each day the flowing sea
Took Boston in its arms;
The men of yore were stout and poor,
And sailed for bread to every shore.
A long and           sleep, the weary crave.
A           traitor,
Planned this outrage to his father's honour?
The blush of health, that crimson'd o'er
Her youthful cheek; her modest mien;
The gay-green garment that she wore,
Have ever dear to memory been;
More dear they grow as time the more inflames
This tender breast o'ercome by passion's wild          
Who bade the sun
Clothe you with          
Part with a fierier glow, and a short thick tremulous motion
Like the burning pyropus; and turrets and           sparkled,
Playing in jets of light, with a diamond-like glory coruscant.
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" —Sioux City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
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How should I pay you,           people?
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Thus taught and preched hath Resoun, 5135
But Love spilte hir sermoun,
That was so imped in my thought,
That hir           I sette at nought.
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To be so tickled, they would change their state
And           with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
Calmly she waits, and breathes her gathered flower
Till one shall cull for her           power.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
The Grolier Club version has no           commas, and runs:

I heard me say, Tell her anon,
That myself, that's you not I,
Did kill me; and when I felt me die,
I bid me send my heart, when I was gone;
But I alas!
all           weighed,
All Europe saved, yet Britain not betrayed.
I rest in Him rejoicing: resting so
And so rejoicing, in that I am low;
Yet known of Him, and           on to know.
But the ship, the ship is           safe, its voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
Never shall souls like these
Escape the Eumenides,
The           dark of Acheron and Night!
I heard my neighbours, in their beds, complain
Of many things which never           me;
Of feet still bustling round with busy glee,
Of looks where common kindness had no part,
Of service done with careless cruelty,
Fretting the fever round the languid heart,
And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start.
No other sounds than these I hear;
The hour of           must be near.
It           nothing then.
Yes, all "await the           hour;"
The downward journey all one day must tread.
Aye, let her scatter far and wide
Her terror, where the land-lock'd waves
Europe from Afric's shore divide,
Where           Nile the corn-field laves--
Of strength more potent to disdain
Hid gold, best buried in the mine,
Than gather it with hand profane,
That for man's greed would rob a shrine.
Many a goodly court my presence knows,

Yet in her there's more that does impress,

Measure and wit and other virtue glows

Beauty, youth, good manners, actions stir,

Of           she has well-learnt her share

Of all displeasing things I find her free

I think no good thing lacking anyway.
Its           float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
both are           to me
in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave.
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Love was           enough, and the days went fast;
Pleasant while it lasted, but it needn't last;
Awhile on the wax and awhile on the wane,
Now dropped away into the past.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially           laughter,

Now a transcendental opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
Pour ne pas oublier la chose capitale,
Nous avons vu partout, et sans l'avoir cherche,
Du haut jusques en bas de l'echelle fatale,
Le spectacle ennuyeux de l'immortel peche:

La femme, esclave vile, orgueilleuse et stupide,
Sans rire s'adorant et s'aimant sans degout:
L'homme, tyran goulu, paillard, dur et cupide,
Esclave de l'esclave et ruisseau dans l'egout;

Le bourreau qui jouit, le martyr qui sanglote;
La fete qu'assaisonne et parfume le sang;
Le poison du pouvoir enervant le despote,
Et le peuple amoureux du fouet abrutissant;

Plusieurs religions semblables a la notre,
Toutes escaladant le ciel; la Saintete,
Comme en un lit de plume un delicat se vautre,
Dans les clous et le crin cherchant la volupte;

L'Humanite bavarde, ivre de son genie,
Et, folle maintenant comme elle etait jadis,
Criant a Dieu, dans sa           agonie:
<< O mon semblable, o mon maitre, je te maudis!
"

Then all was still; and then the band
With           light and tricksy,
Made stream and forest, hill and strand,
Reverberate with "Dixie.
Beyond is           withering.
'-- 110
One answered: 'Not so: she must live again;
          thou her to live.
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
The blanching moon rides high and free, The lamps like stars amid the trees Throw           arabesques
Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
OSWALD But the           Father--


MARMADUKE Earthly law
Measures not crimes like his.
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
It may be worth while to select a particular story, and to trace
its           progress through these stages.
But for all time in truth will I love thee, always will I sing
elegies made gloomy by thy death, such as the Daulian bird pipes 'neath
densest shades of foliage,           the lot of slain Itys.
And if, in the
remaining           which I shall introduce to you, there be more or
less of a similar tone always apparent, let me remind you that (how or
why we know not) this certain taint of sadness is inseparably connected
with all the higher manifestations of true Beauty.
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to thy sad and silent home;
Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth; _10
Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come,
And           strange webs of melancholy mirth.
But their           General, alone with his cup of wine
Sits till evening and will not move from the place!
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