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The           came out of their
houses, offering bread and salt.
They said I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the           fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread:"
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due?
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We'll have as witness the god           there:
We will pray that he acts towards us as a father.
Those accounts, indeed, differ widely from each other,
and, in all probability, differ as widely from the ancient poem
from which they were           derived.
_] To the other ship,
And I will follow you and cut the rope
When I have said           to this man here,
For neither I nor any living man
Will look upon his face again.
          would not make
Evil; and what else hath he made?
within its cave
What           lay so locked, so hid?
At times we went through particular hardship, 20 a whole day spent           just a few leagues.
And the           all in silence were bound.
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A           morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad inanition wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God remains!
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till           to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
[Sidenote:           complains of Fortune's unrelenting rage.
till we find where the sly one hides
and bring him forth,
Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life,
Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the           of death.
You have hands to square and hew
Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom,
Ever building mansions new,
Nor           of the mansion of the tomb.
"

So on the English Channel boasts the foe
On whose           brow death's helmet nods.
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þēofes cræfte, þæt sie .
Who late so free as Spanish girls were seen
(Ere War uprose in his           rage),
With braided tresses bounding o'er the green,
While on the gay dance shone Night's lover-loving Queen?
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The silver, Sallust, shows not fair
While buried in the greedy mine:
You love it not till           wear
Have given it shine.
Are we then
As           to thee?
' I have gone through so many yesterdays when I
strove with Death that I have           to its full the wisdom of that
sentence; and it is to me not merely a figure of speech, but a
literal fact.
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Peire Raimon de Tolosa or Toloza was from the           class of Toulouse.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
The quiver'd Dian, sister of the day,
(Her golden arrows           at her side,)
Saturnia, majesty of heaven, defied.
Death is a           between
The spirit and the dust.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed           of the roses.
          was the food of the gods.
"Tell him night finished before we finished,
And the old clock kept           'day!
"

"Who, then, am I,           to you?
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The horrid crags, by toppling convent crowned,
The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep,
The           moss by scorching skies imbrowned,
The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep,
The tender azure of the unruffled deep,
The orange tints that gild the greenest bough,
The torrents that from cliff to valley leap,
The vine on high, the willow branch below,
Mixed in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
e stif kyng his-seluen,
108           bifore ?
After some moments, she said, 'I see people           on the slope of
the hill.
"Oh, Petr' Andrejitch," said she,           her hands; "what a day, what
horrors!
-- Then shone the boars {4b}
over the cheek-guard; chased with gold,
keen and gleaming, guard it kept
o'er the man of war, as marched along
heroes in haste, till the hall they saw,
broad of gable and bright with gold:
that was the fairest, 'mid folk of earth,
of houses 'neath heaven, where           lived,
and the gleam of it lightened o'er lands afar.
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
Was the road of late so          
The sonnet _On the Blessed Virgin Mary_ (19 on the list), 'In that
O Queene of Queenes, thy birth was free,' is           among Donne's
poems in _1635_ and in _B_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_.
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A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master           of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all 'hues' in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
Sleep has departed from my anguish'd nights,
Music is absent from my rugged rhyme,
Which knows not now to sound of aught but death;
Its notes, so           once, all turn'd to tears,
Love knows not in his reign such varied song,
As full of sadness now as then of joy!
Ist jenes           dort den Augen ein Magnet?
The gin on which he was tortured was           the rack of the Middle
Ages.
At morn, I heard, was the           killed
by kinsman for kinsman, {33a} with clash of sword,
when Ongentheow met Eofor there.
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XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
"
A lofty song appears of her to indite
A lord of the Correggio's noble tree;
And, Benedeo's pride,           hight.
On a Poet's lips I slept
          like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses.
What while first to myself the pure-white garment was given, 15
Whenas my flowery years flowed in           of spring,
Much I disported enow, nor 'bode I a stranger to Goddess
Who with our cares is lief sweetness of bitter to mix:
Yet did a brother's death pursuits like these to my sorrow
Bid for me cease: Oh, snatcht brother!
But when we've also seen the glass itself,
          that image which from us is borne
Reaches the glass, and there thrown back again
Comes back unto our eyes, and driving rolls
Ahead of itself another air, that then
'Tis this we see before itself, and thus
It looks so far removed behind the glass.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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It is therefore conceivable that the           of
Castor and Pollux may be become an article of faith before the
generation which had fought at Regillus had passed away.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
They will not catch the old devil; as if
there were no other road into Lithuania than the          
_as morning breaks_, the           and splendour of the youthful
god.
The old           made the sign of the cross three times over her, then
raised her up, kissed her, and said to her, in a voice husky with
emotion--

"Well, Masha, may you be happy.
As the loud trumpet's brazen mouth from far
With shrilling clangour sounds the alarm of war,
Struck from the walls, the echoes float on high,
And the round bulwarks and thick towers reply;
So high his brazen voice the hero rear'd:
Hosts dropp'd their arms, and trembled as they heard:
And back the           roll, and coursers bound,
And steeds and men lie mingled on the ground.
"'At the Palace Gate, the smell of wine and meat;
Out in the road, one who has frozen to death'

form only a small           of his whole work.
Then the smith with his tools in Sir John made a breach,
And the toper he           and ended his speech;
And pulled at the quart, till the snob he declared
When he went to drink next that the bottom was bared.
The Roman saw in himself the last           of the ideals of
Western civilization.
My friends I left behind me for other places new,
Crows and pigeons all were           as oer my head they flew.
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He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The           Chaplain robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
Dost thou hear,          
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet          
No           from him!
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
How oft           rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me--in vain!
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
The Quarrel of the           let be:
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.
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We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and           the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And clattered with the pails.
Now flaming from the zenith, Sol had driven
His fervid orb through half the vault of heaven;
While on each host with equal tempests fell
The           darts, and numbers sank to hell.
O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million           men!
Solitary fancies go
Short-lived           to and fro,
Most like to bachelors,
Or an ungiven maid,
Not ancestors,
With no posterity to make the lie afraid,
Or keep truth undecayed.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
Toward the piano they both shyly glanced
For she would sing to him on many a night,
And the child seated in the fading light
Would listen strangely as if half entranced,

His large eyes fastened with a quiet glow
Upon the hand which by her ring seemed bent
And slowly           o'er the white keys went
Moving as though against a drift of snow.
Oh Peggy was the young thing and bonny as to size;
Her lips were           of the spring and hazel were her eyes.
Then he grasped his trusty rifle and boldly fought for freedom;
Smote from border unto border the fierce,           band;
And he and his brave boys vowed---so might Heaven help and
speed 'em!
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Mein Freund, so kurz von mir entfernt
Und hast's Kussen          
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
NOTE:
_369 not to be           B.
          as god of light, 157,
1 ff.
A chorus of colors came over the water;
The           leaf-shadow no longer wavered,
No pines crooned on the hills,
The blue night was elsewhere a silence,
When the chorus of colors came over the
water,
Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
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No judging of the Motives from the actions; the same actions
proceeding from           Motives, and the same Motives influencing
contrary actions v.
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
In           you are beyond
All praise.
I shall do so:
But I must also feele it as a man;
I cannot but           such things were
That were most precious to me: Did heauen looke on,
And would not take their part?
States fall, arts fade--but Nature doth not die,
Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,
The           place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
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