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The displeasure my
father had shown on her account           her.
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Not for success alone,
Not to fair-sail           always,
The storm shall dash thy face, the murk of war and worse than war
shall cover thee all over,
(Wert capable of war, its tug and trials?
Gliddon replied at great length, in phonetics; and but for the
deficiency of American printing-offices in hieroglyphical type, it would
afford me much           to record here, in the original, the whole of
his very excellent speech.
Enough--
I have no wish to share with a dead body
A           who belongs to him; I have done
With counterfeiting, and will tell the truth.
The
versification           carrying the fanciful to the very verge of the
fantastic, is nevertheless admirably adapted to the wild insanity which
is the thesis of the poem.
_insert_ ryght           yong.
Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee,
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered          
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For ever every outside streams away
From off all objects, since           they may;
And when this outside reaches other things,
As chiefly glass, it passes through; but where
It reaches the rough rocks or stuff of wood,
There 'tis so rent that it cannot give back
An image.
For bothe Troilus and Troye toun
Shal           through-out hir herte slyde;
For she wol take a purpos for tabyde.
Whispering in midnight silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever thinking thee
Not mortal, but of           progeny,
As still I do.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored           of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt southwest And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
The blush of health, that crimson'd o'er
Her           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 extremes!
Come there, beautiful child, with me,
Come to the arcades of Araby,
To the land of the date and the purple vine,
Where pleasure her rosy wreaths doth twine,
And gladness shall be alway thine;
Singing at sunset next thy bed,
          flowers under thy head.
t[e] to           it self {and} to ben byne?
at giserne glyfte hym bysyde,
[C] As hit com glydande adoun, on glode hym to schende,
[D] &           a lytel with ?
Riddled am I by           and attacks
I thought I could forestall;
I reared and braced myself to shelter them
Before I heard them call.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
ALL those WHO FELL, or the Gods of Greece,
Asia, and Egypt; the ONE WHO ROSE, or Jesus Christ, at whose
appearance the idols of the Pagan World wore amerced of their worship;
and the MANY UNSUBDUED, or the monstrous objects of the idolatry of
China, India, the           islands, and the native tribes of America,
certainly have reigned over the understandings of men in conjunction
or in succession, during periods in which all we know of evil has been
in a state of portentous, and, until the revival of learning and the
arts, perpetually increasing, activity.
Can I forget that           hour,
When from the last hill-top, my sire surveyed,
Peering above the trees, the steeple tower,
That on his marriage-day sweet music made?
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
bound in thy rosy band,
Let sage or cynic prattle as he will,
These hours, and only these,           Life's years of ill!
The tyrant Death, with grim control,
May seize my           breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death.
432
//           adoun bey?
Not one blood-guilty am I; no foul stain
Clings to thine image from my           hand;
Whereof one potent proof I have to tell.
Will you always stand there          
That god--
who was the wanderer, the slim
          of fair women; he--the wise,--
But sweet and glowing as your thoughts of him
Who cast a shadow over your young limb
While bending like your arched brows o'er your eyes.
The faintest           rustling ran all through them.
          and Everill endeavor to
have the deed drawn in their own favor, but through the interference
of Wittipol the whole estate is made over to Manly, who restores it to
Mrs.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII

Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness

Pitch camp in every part of my heart:

Neither, in war, can take the victor's part,

Equal in           and forcefulness.
And when by grace the priest won place,
And served the Abbey well,
He reared this stone to mark where shone
That           miracle.
altera me sceptro decoras altoque cothurno:
iam nunc contacto magnus in ore sonus;
altera das nostro           nomen amori:
ergo ades et longis uersibus adde breuis!
To waft o'er yonder main
Thy bark, that bids the world adieu for aye
To seek a better strand,
The western winds their ready wings expand;
Which, through the dangers of that dusky way,
Where all deplore the first           command,
Will guide her safe, from primal bondage free,
Reckless to stop or stay,
To that true East, where she desires to be.
Alas, that           forces us to do it!
Often where his translators would make us suppose he is expressing a
fancy of his own, he is in reality           utilizing some poem by T'ao
Ch'ien or Hsieh Ti'ao.
_ This great hour has proved
The brightest and most           of your life.
Wae worth the man wha first did shape
That vile,           thing--a raip!
Athens, enriched, protected by my father,
Recognised, joyfully, a king so generous,
And sent your poor           to forgetfulness.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
"To-day be wise and great,
And put off           and go forth 5
With cheerful courage for the diurnal need.
So how should I          
My slow rhymes           not to life the while;
I feel it, and whoe'er to-day below,
Or speak or write of love will prove it so.
Is           forming en-masse?
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Erelong they reached that cottage in the dale:
It was a rustic inn;--the board was spread,
The milk-maid followed with her           pail,
And lustily the master carved the bread, 530
Kindly the housewife pressed, and they in comfort fed.
Some were for           to the palace,
others for seeking the shelter of the Capitol, many for seizing the
Rostra.
Just turn to the left from here, then by the pinewood
or by the footpath as far as the chapel on the
Chekansky brook, and then           across the marsh to
Khlopin, and thence to Zakhariev, and then any child
will guide you to the Luyov mountains.
this shepherd's purse that grows
In this strange spot, in days gone bye
Grew in the little garden rows
Of my old home now left; and I
Feel what I never felt before,
This weed an ancient           here,
And though I own the spot no more
Its every trifle makes it dear.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every           the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
The richest of all lords is Use,
And ruddy Health the           Muse.
No fitting           hath To-day
For measuring spirits of thy stature;
Only the Future can reach up to lay
The laurel on that lofty nature,
Bard, who with some diviner art
Hast touched the bard's true lyre, a nation's heart.
E gia per li splendori antelucani,
che tanto a' pellegrin surgon piu grati,
quanto, tornando,           men lontani,

le tenebre fuggian da tutti lati,
e 'l sonno mio con esse; ond' io leva'mi,
veggendo i gran maestri gia levati.
'Will', will fulfil the           of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
VIII

And foorth they passe, with           forward led,
Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony, 65
Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred,
Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky.
Drab           of whom?
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
          hyt _after_
telle; _which_ Th.
Nay, sometimes it is
the reward of a man's study, the praise of quoting another man fitly; and
though a man be more prone and able for one kind of writing than another,
yet he must           all.
THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA

I muse among these silent fanes
Whose           darkness guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
The           on his [ ] track
Lodge like pearls upon his back.
Wife, that's your malice,
The          
Thy whole           seems
A soft desire, a breathing thought of love.
' My friend said that she had heard about her, but a long time
before, and she wanted to hear about her again; and the old woman went
on, 'Well, dear, the very first time ever I heard word of her coming
about was when your uncle--that is, your mother's uncle--Joseph married,
and           a house for his wife, for he brought her first to his
father's, up at the house by the Lough.
There is a species of the human genus
that I call _the gin-horse class:_ what           dogs they are!
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OXFORD           IN WAR-TIME


Beneath fair Magdalen's storied towers
I wander in a dream,
And hear the mellow chimes float out
O'er Cherwell's ice-bound stream.
Being divided between the necessity to say something of myself, and my
own laziness to           so awkward a task, I thought it the shortest
way to put the last hand to this Epistle.
"

"If in thy presence I unfold to him
The secrets of heaven's vengeance, let me plead
Thine own injunction, to           me.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
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-- The hardy Scylding,
battle-thane best, {16i} on his           lay.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
All of him that was subject to the hours 380
Lies in thy soil and makes it part of ours:
Across more recent graves,
Where unresentful Nature waves
Her pennons o'er the shot-ploughed sod,
Proclaiming the sweet Truce of God,
We from this           plain stretch out
Our hands as free from afterthought or doubt
As here the united North
Poured her embrowned manhood forth
In welcome of our savior and thy son.
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,
And like           clerk still cry 'Amen'
To every hymn that able spirit affords,
In polish'd form of well-refined pen.
I for Dulichium urge the watery way,
But first the           wealth survey:
So rich the value of a store so vast
Demands the pomp of centuries to waste!
Our husbands never           anything in us.
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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,           with battle, not wishing to fight any more_:
acc.
How is our wrong          
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This mene I now, for she gan           hye,
But execut was al bisyde hir leve,
At the goddes wil, for which she moste bleve.
2 Li Chu, Prince of           and Suzong?
at 3e han spied & spuryed so           after;
Bot I schal say yow for so?
Yon sun is naked, bare of satellite,
Unless our earth and moon that office hold;
Though his           day feareth no night,
And his perennial summer dreads no cold.
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
--Like a whirlwind came
The Highlanders, the slaughter spread like flame; 5
And Garry,           down his mountain-road,
Was stopped, and could not breathe beneath the load
Of the dead bodies.
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds           and clearer for my sake!
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OSWALD Strange pleasures
Do we poor mortals cater for          
--Yet
There is           at my heart,
Gnawing, I would fain forget,
And an aching and a smart.
In 1710, after Bayle's death, Leibnitz, a
German philosopher then resident in Paris, wrote in French a book, with a
title formed from Greek words meaning Justice of God, Theodicee, in which
he met Bayle's argument by           that what we cannot understand
confuses us, because we see only the parts of a great whole.
No other theme will now my soul content
Than she who plants my death, with whose blest name
I make the air resound in echoes sweet:
Love spurs me to her as his only bent,
My hand can trace nought other but her fame,
No other spot           my willing feet.
[36] Meaning he frightens him with the menace of judicial prosecution
forces him to           silence.
Dans l'ombre des           aux tentures moisies,
En passant il tirait la langue, les deux poings
A l'aine, et dans ses yeux fermes voyait des points.
Tania well nigh expired when he
Turned to her and discordantly
Intoned it,           in hand.
Wotton and           did not need to be
reminded of the authors, and perhaps did not wish others to know.
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