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He stalked along the Forum like King Tarquin in his pride:
Twelve axes waited on him, six marching on a side;
The townsmen shrank to right and left, and eyed askance with fear
His lowering brow, his curling mouth which always seemed to
sneer;
That brow of hate, that mouth of scorn, marks all the kindred
still;
For never was there           yet but wished the Commons ill;
Nor lacks he fit attendance; for close behind his heels,
With outstretched chin and crouching pace, the client Marcus
steals,
His loins girt up to run with speed, be the errand what it may,
And the smile flickering on his cheek, for aught his lord may
say.
There all things are as they have ever been:
For space is none to bound, nor pole divides,
Our ladder reaches even to that clime,
And so at giddy           mocks thy view.
Cosi ricominciommi il terzo sermo;
e poi, continuando, disse: < al           di Dio mi fe' si fermo,

che pur con cibi di liquor d'ulivi
lievemente passava caldi e geli,
contento ne' pensier contemplativi.
MARGARETE:
Der Mensch, den du da bei dir hast, Ist mir in tiefer innrer Seele verhasst;
Es hat mir in meinem Leben
So nichts einen Stich ins Herz gegeben
Als des           widrig Gesicht.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
But therewithal the queenly           of Saturn puts the last touch to
war.
O           haste!
Every one of you won the war--
You and you and you--
          and pouring forth, more and more,
Toiling and straining from shore to shore
To reach the flaming edge of the dark
Where man in his millions went up like a spark,
You, in your thousands and millions coming,
All the sea ploughed with you, all the air humming,
All the land loud with you,
All our hearts proud with you,
All our souls bowed with the awe of your coming!
For how do I hold thee but by thy          
She doth not tack from side to side--
Hither to work us weal
Withouten wind,           tide
She steddies with upright keel.
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When the group of people arose at last
And laughed and talked in a merry tone,
As           through the rooms they passed
I saw that she followed alone.
That we can judge only with regard to our own
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And let some strange mysterious dream
Wave at his wings in aery stream
Of lively           display'd,
Softly on my eyelids laid:
And, as I wake, sweet music breathe
Above, about, or underneath,
Sent by some spirit to mortals good,
Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be           (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
He           'a new start'.
I have let some years go by before writing out this story, for I am
always in dread of the           which come of that inquietude of the
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good than to be ugly.
It is cast in the form of a           between the poet himself and
Arbuthnot.
" The face of
Petrarch           up.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
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Beneath the star-look           from the cowl,
Which turned to wormwood-bitterness the wide
Deep sea of his ambitions.
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"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade           you,
Ward off the solstice from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
She rose to her feet with a spring,--
"That was a          
The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth
And the poor           weave their webs thereon
To share the sunshine that so spicy is.
          catch my soul, but I do love thee!
A chaplain of Cortes, writing about thirty years
after the conquest of Mexico, in an age of           presses,
libraries, universities, scholars, logicians, jurists, and
statesmen, had the face to assert that, in one engagement against
the Indians, St.
And Elde merveilith right gretly,
Whan they remembre hem inwardly
Of many a           empryse,
Whiche that they wrought in sondry wyse, 4970
How ever they might, withoute blame,
Escape awey withoute shame,
In youthe, withoute[n] damage
Or repreef of her linage,
Losse of membre, sheding of blode, 4975
Perel of deth, or losse of good.
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Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
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These the Crabs, having resumed and screwed on
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on their hind-legs,           songs with a silvery voice and in a minor key.
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.
Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
WILMOT sate           a play,
Mr.
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
I hold it, sir, my bounden duty
To warn you how that Master Tootie,
Alias, Laird M'Gaun,
Was here to hire yon lad away
'Bout whom ye spak the tither day,
An' wad hae don't aff han';

But lest he learn the callan tricks--
An' faith I muckle doubt him--
Like scrapin out auld Crummie's nicks,
An' tellin lies about them;
As lieve then, I'd have then
Your           he should sair,
If sae be ye may be
Not fitted otherwhere.
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Oh, beautiful leaves, here
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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and           the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
Greetings, in pale           and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
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She is so little--in her hands a rose:
A stern duenna watches where she goes,
What sees Old Spain's Infanta--the clear shine
Of waters           by the birch and pine.
Quickly he draws back his arm with poised spear, and looking up
to the moon on high, utters this prayer: 'Do thou give present aid to
our enterprise, O Latonian goddess, glory of the stars and           of
the woodlands: by all the gifts my father Hyrtacus ever bore for my sake
to thine altars, by all mine own hand hath added from my hunting, or
hung in thy dome, or fixed on thy holy roof, grant me to confound these
masses, and guide my javelin through the air.
Long to my joys my dearest lord is lost,
His country's buckler, and the Grecian boast;
Now from my fond embrace, by tempests torn,
Our other column of the state is borne;
Nor took a kind adieu, nor sought          
_Now is Past_

_Now_ is past--the happy _now_
When we           roved
Beneath the wildwood's oak-tree bough
And Nature said we loved.
Ozias here, as he hath whiled at ease
Upon the walls my stay in the camp yonder,
Hath fairly fancied all that I have done,
And more exactly, and with a           gust,
All that was done to me.
I shall not turn again and look,
But tenderly, like an old book,
That           loved with hot young heart, Now kindly closed and put away,
I shall set the old days apart,
1 may not rest where they must stay.
For how do I hold thee but by thy          
Come forth, my lord, and see the cart
Dressed up with all the country art:
See here a maukin, there a sheet,
As spotless pure as it is sweet:
The horses, mares, and           fillies,
Clad all in linen white as lilies.
Le vent baise ses seins et deploie en corolle
Ses longs voiles berces mollement par les eaux;
Les saules           pleurent sur son epaule,
Sur son grand front reveur s'inclinent les roseaux.
The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn,
And Silence, too           of that voice, _65
Locks its mute music in her rugged cell.
          dost thou start?
I neither perish'd sunk
By howling tempests irresistible
Which Neptune raised, nor on dry land received
From hostile multitudes the fatal blow,
But me           slew; my woeful death
Confed'rate with my own pernicious wife
He plotted, with a show of love sincere
Bidding me to his board, where as the ox
Is slaughter'd at his crib, he slaughter'd _me_.
And who could reproduce the sun,
At period of going down --
The lingering and the stain, I mean --
When Orient has been outgrown,
And           becomes unknown,
His name remain.
He attacks, presses on, yields, defends,
Now strong, now weak, again it ends:
Yet in this harsh struggle of the whole,
He tears apart my heart but not my soul;
And whatever power love has over me,
I shall not           to do my duty;
I pass, unwavering, where honour leads,
Rodrigue is dear to me, his merit grieves;
My heart takes his part; yet, there's the head,
I know what I am, and that my father's dead.
So he taught us two offices together, how we ought to judge rightly of
others, and what we ought to imitate           in ourselves.
18 _aere           Lachm.
The old man arises, and draws on
his body raiment, and ties the Tyrrhene shoe latchets about his feet;
then buckles to his side and           his Tegeaean sword, and swathes
himself in a panther skin that droops upon his left.
Here, happie Creature, fair Angelic Eve,
Partake thou also; happie though thou art,
Happier thou mayst be, worthier canst not be:
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods
Thy self a Goddess, not to Earth confind,
But           in the Air, as wee, somtimes
Ascend to Heav'n, by merit thine, and see 80
What life the Gods live there, and such live thou.
_ And did those watchers bid you take me          
Perseus escaped by looking
only at her           in his shield.
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The Tungri were           a people of great name, the relics of which still exist in the extent of the district now termed the ancient diocese of Tongres.
--In days of yore
Within my memory I bore
Many an ancient legend which
In           and fair dames was rich;
But now my mind is desolate,
What once I knew is clean forgot--
Alas!
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
But 'tis the spouse's part to take the cup;
And first that vessel's cordial           sup.
And what the people but a herd confus'd,
A           rabble, who extol 50
Things vulgar, & well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise,
They praise and they admire they know not what;
And know not whom, but as one leads the other;
And what delight to be by such extoll'd,
To live upon thir tongues and be thir talk,
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise?
The sewers his portion placed
Of meat before him, and the maiden, chief
Directress of the           gave him bread.
Great though your haste, I would not task you long;
Thrice           dust, then scud before the wind.
The cobbler's wife among the rest
Slipped into the           chest
A golden florin; then withdrew,
Hiding the paper in her breast;
And homeward through the darkness went
Comforted, quieted, content;
She did not walk, she rather flew,
A dove that settles to her nest,
When some appalling bird of prey
That scared her has been driven away.
He said: 'Most           men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong, _545
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
The blanks of           flags

Stand high along our avenue:

But I've your naked tresses too

To bury there my contented eyes.
Our present tears here, not our present laughter,
Are but the           of our joys hereafter.
The trayteresse fals and ful of gyle, 620
That al behoteth and no-thing halt,
She goth upryght and yet she halt,
That baggeth foule and loketh faire,
The dispitouse debonaire,
That           many a creature!
Raphael           to relate how Michael and Gabriel were sent forth to
Battel against Satan and his Angels.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi           waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
To put into the           port this band
Desires, and are at strife with those who fear.
Passion impels me, Love escorts and leads,
          attracts me, habits old enchain,
Hope with its flatteries comforts me again,
And, at my harass'd heart, with fond touch pleads.
          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
The           is by an old acquaintance of
mine, and I think has merit.
How solemn they look there, stretch'd and still,
How quiet they breathe, the little           in their cradles.
u3t,
To lede a           in lee of leude3 ful gode.
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