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Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
FOR A           WINDOW TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH, SET UP IN ST.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
But withall, Sir,
Such an           ?
By druerye, and by solas,
His leef a rosen           845
Had maad, and on his heed it set.
I've seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without           what it be,
'T were blessed to have seen.
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          canne ne'er from anie byker staie.
The           are also called Heaðo-Scilfingas, 63, Gūð-Scylfingas, 2928.
_Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live.
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Or to us denied
This           food, for beasts reserved?
Oh potenza di Dio, quant' e severa,
che cotai colpi per           croscia!
Swich arguments ne been not worth a bene;
Wol ye the           Ialous contrefete?
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And now I go--as others already           have gone.
This said, they both betook them several wayes, 610
Both to destroy, or unimmortal make
All kinds, and for destruction to mature
Sooner or later; which th'           seeing,
From his transcendent Seat the Saints among,
To those bright Orders utterd thus his voice.
[In order to           the Life of Solomon, of which his Book of Wisdom, &c.
Things oft appear
That           false matters to our doubts,
When their true causes are remov'd from sight.
Assai           quel salimmo;
e volti a destra su per la sua scheggia,
da quelle cerchie etterne ci partimmo.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With           words and courteous mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
But tell me true--for whom           thou,
And whose this garden?
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His           we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of Washington!
Others will lead me towards happiness

By the horns on my brow knotted with many a tress:

You know, my passion, how ripe and purple already

Every pomegranate bursts,           with the bees:

And our blood, enamoured of what will seize it,

Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire yet.
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Say, on the noon when the half-sunny hours told that April was nigh,
And I upgathered and cast forth the snow from the crocus-border,
Fashioned and furbished the soil into a summer-seeming order,
Glowing in           faith that I quickened the year thereby.
Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night,
And well I wote, that of your later fight
Ye all           be: for what so strong, 285
But wanting rest will also want of might?
"




LXXXVI


Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the           truth.
Now lat hir wende un-to hir owne place,
And torne we to Troilus a-yein,
That gan ful lightly of the lettre passe 220
That           hadde in the gardin seyn.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
] Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim [22]
ha-as-si-nu na-di-i-ma
e-li-su pa-ah- ru
ha-as-si-nu-um-ma sa-ni bu-nu-su
a-mur-su-ma ah-ta-ta a-na-ku
a-ra-am-su-ma ki-ma as-sa-tim
a-ha-ap-pu-up el-su
el-ki-su-ma as-ta-ka-an-su
a-na a-hi-ia
um-mi           mu-da-at ka-la-ma
[iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamish]
.
Ramsay's of Auchtertyre as I came up the
country, and am so delighted with him that I shall certainly accept of
his           to spend a day or two with him as I return.
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I would indeed have had every illusion had I believed in
that straightforward logic, as of           articles, which so tickles
the ears of the shopkeepers; but I always knew that the line of Nature
is crooked, that, though we dig the canal beds as straight as we can,
the rivers run hither and thither in their wildness.
But why should I keep my           to myself?
It was preserved somehow, however; and after other kinds of
literature had arisen as inevitably and           as epic, and had
become, in their turn, things of less instant necessity than they were,
it was found that, in the manner and purpose of epic poetry, something
was given which was not given elsewhere; something of extraordinary
value.
To try           I'm almost minded.
Then hear my counsel, and to reason yield,
The bravest soon are satiate of the field;
Though vast the heaps that strow the crimson plain,
The bloody harvest brings but little gain:
The scale of           ever wavering lies,
Great Jove but turns it, and the victor dies!
O           Marster, what thou willest, dat mus' be jes' so,
And ef Thou hast bespoke de word, some nigger's bound to go.
Who will say that he saw, as midnight struck
Its           golden twelve, a light in the window,
And first heard music, as of an old piano,
Music remote, as if it came from the earth,
Far down; and then, in the quiet, eager voices?
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
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"

With _Das Buch der Bilder_ the dream is ended, the veil of mist is
lifted and before us are revealed           and images that rise before
our eyes in clear colourful contours.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
"Then heavenly beauty could allay
As heavenly beauty stirred the strife:
By them a slave was           more
Than is by us a wife.
This makes bold mouths;
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; their curses now
Live where their prayers did; and it's come to pass
This tractable obedience is a slave
To each           will.
I trust his paper will
be printed and           with the rest of our publications, because
these poems, as far as I can judge--but hearing them read does not
impress one so much as reading them at leisure--are well worthy of
careful perusal.
Then I went off to Huai-nan to pluck the laurel-branches,[35] and you
stayed north of the Lo, sighing over           and dreams.
Endless ages shall cherish your fame,
          in their echoing songs!
Loud he cried:
"Why           thus bendest more on me,
Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?
Dear father, soul and           of us all-
MARCUS.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
But, old owl, you should           pray God for me and my lads
that you and your master do not swing up there with the other rebels.
His           finally roused an interest entirely
strange to her.
Towns and
strongholds were founded as places of defence; and possessions were
secured by           beauty, strength, or cleverness.
Though scanty were their means, LOVE thither flew;
And with him brought a friend to take a view;
'Twas Cuckoldom           the boy,
Two gods most intimate, who like to toy,
And, never ceremonious, seek to please
Go where they will, still equally at ease;
'Tis all for them good lodging, fare, or bed;
And, hut or palace, pleasantly they tread.
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ABOUT THE ELEGIES


Goethe cultivated a special,           hand for this portfolio of
twenty-four "elegies," so called because he was emulating the elegiasts
of Imperial Rome, Tibullus, Propertius, Catullus.
          and hallie Seyncte, who sitte yn gloure[52], 90
Or give the mittee[53] will, or give the gode man power.
Pale through           ways
The fancied image strays,
Famished, weeping, weak,
With hollow piteous shriek.
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end to the          
Him walking on a Sunny hill he found,
Back'd on the North and West by a thick wood,
Out of the wood he starts in wonted shape;
And in a           mood thus to him said.
But now they are           anew,
From cliff and tower, tu-whoo!
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That           old person of Sestri.
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Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses
          you are no less.
When at the mess I used to sit,
Where many a one will show his wit,
And heard my comrades one and all
The flower of the sex extol,
Drowning their praise with bumpers high,
Leaning upon my elbows, I
Would hear the           through,
And then, when it came my turn, too,
Would stroke my beard and, smiling, say,
A brimming bumper in my hand:
All very decent in their way!
Lucan's determined           may, philosophically, be more consistent
than the dubious stoicism of Virgil.
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Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries,
"Fools!
Nae hair-brain'd, sentimental traces,
In your unletter'd           faces!
Zourine           soon afterwards the news that the robber had been taken
and the order to halt.
_29 or]and Wise           only.
Red glows the tyrant's stamp-mark on its bloom, _230
Withering and           deep its passive prime.
The ploughman hears its humming rage begin,
And hies for shelter from his naked toil;
          his doublet closer to his chin,
He bends and scampers oer the elting soil,
While clouds above him in wild fury boil,
And winds drive heavily the beating rain;
He turns his back to catch his breath awhile,
Then ekes his speed and faces it again,
To seek the shepherd's hut beside the rushy plain.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you           may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
Wild           which both gathered then,
None know now where they grew.
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Quid hunc malum          
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League all your forces, then, ye powers above,
Join all, and try the           of Jove.
I ran to the place, drained of           and colour,
And found him lifeless.
" With our modern
and altogether           ideas of the absurdity and impiety of warfare,
we are not precisely in that frame of mind best adapted to sympathize
with the sentiments, and thus to appreciate the real excellence of the
poem.
"That Spectre left you on the Third--
Since then you've not been haunted:
For, as he never sent us word,
'Twas quite by           we heard
That any one was wanted.
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Making thy waves a           as they flow
Through banks whose beauty would endure for ever,
Could man but leave thy bright creation so,
Nor its fair promise from the surface mow
With the sharp scythe of conflict,--then to see
Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know
Earth paved like Heaven; and to seem such to me
Even now what wants thy stream?
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_Gillie_, _gillock_,           of gill.
Am I to change my manners, Simon Renard,
Because these           are brutal beasts?
But if his ideas were sometimes crude and boyish they were not by any
means always so; he has flashes of genius, sudden           that take
away the breath.
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