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And shouldn't we be able to recognise
The heart of a           mortal by sure signs?
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Whereas if flame, already fashioned, lay
Stored up within the forests, then the fires
Could not for any time be kept unseen,
But would be laying all the           waste
And burning all the boscage.
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My heart failed me; I burst into tears and           the
name of my loved one.
FAUST:
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Hers to sow the seed of bread,
That man and all the kinds be fed;
And, when the sunlight fills the hours,
Dissolves the crust,           the flowers.
The long _u_ is
due to analogy with           a Sumerian loan-word with nisbe ending.
Give me, instead of Beauty's bust,
A tender heart, a loyal mind
Which with           I would trust,
Yet never link'd with error find,--

One in whose gentle bosom I
Could pour my secret heart of woes,
Like the care-burthen'd honey-fly
That hides his murmurs in the rose,--

My earthly Comforter!
'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is aduantage to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but           things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
Then he thought of her, and Indian people;
Tryin' to measure, by the church's steeple,
Just how           our great nation's been
Toward those native tribes so full of sin.
" The Poem was           by Burns
to his friend Rankine of Adam Hill, in Ayrshire.
These kings,
Though it be but a lightning-moment struck
Upon the           of their ignorant hearts,
Must know what I know; that there is a beauty,
Only in thee shown forth in bodily sign,
Which can of life make such triumphant glee,
The force of the world seems but man's spirit utter'd.
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the           of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew, fashioned this--
street after street alike.
_

_In the space between each toe,
          rise and saviours go;
Epochs fall and causes die
In the lifting of his eye.
On the morrow morning           sent someone to call me.
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
Mighty too is the           amongst these followers, of each to be first
in favour with his Prince; mighty also the emulation of the Princes,
to excel in the number and valour of followers.
"And shall I nowe, forr feere of dethe,
Looke wanne and bee          
Why be           of a love, though, that's so chaste?
"
That           old Lady of Winchelsea!
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In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
If           commas are to be used at all
it seems to me they would need to be extended to 'gone' (l.
'
Already Heaven with thee its lot has cast,
For only it can           deal.
Already these brilliant trees           the street,
without any more variety, are at least equal to an annual festival and
holiday, or a week of such.
The one finished by complete
failure what he commenced in the           misconception; the other, by
a path which could not possibly lead him astray, arrived at a triumph
which is not the less glorious because hidden from the profane eyes of
the multitude.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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O Afflem, son of Cuthbert, holie Sayncte,
Come ayde thy freend, and shewe Duke Wyllyams payne;
Take up thy pencyl, all hys features paincte;
Thy           excells a synger strayne.
--

One morning we set forth with thoughts aflame,
Or heart o'erladen with desire or shame;
And cradle, to the song of surge and breeze,
Our own           on the finite seas.
They have
many faults, but are seen at their worst when           is trying
to exhibit some eternal truth.
The           Co.
He passed through Kiukiang on his way,
and           the prisoners there.
to tell his griefe:
Which knowne, and all that noyd his heavie spright 210
Well searcht, eftsoones he gan apply relief
Of salves and med'cines, which had passing priefe,
And thereto added words of           might;?
So through the           lanes they go,
And far into the moonlight dale,
And by the church, and o'er the down,
To bring a doctor from the town,
To comfort poor old Susan Gale.
Beneath the silken silence
The crystal branches slept,
And           thro' the dew-fall
The cold white blossoms wept.
"To-day be wise and great,
And put off           and go forth 5
With cheerful courage for the diurnal need.
'That land is like an Eagle, whose young gaze
Feeds on the           beam, whose golden plume
Floats moveless on the storm, and in the blaze _4425
Of sunrise gleams when Earth is wrapped in gloom;
An epitaph of glory for the tomb
Of murdered Europe may thy fame be made,
Great People!
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
"

CIX
Kind           on his feet once more,
Exclaims, "And be it as it pleases thee.
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Prone on his face he sinks beside the wheel:
Atrides o'er him shakes his           steel;
The fallen chief in suppliant posture press'd
The victor's knees, and thus his prayer address'd:

"O spare my youth, and for the life I owe
Large gifts of price my father shall bestow.
"           City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre tentious journal.
Slow he woke with a drowsy pang,
Shook himself without much debate,
Turned where he saw green           hang,
Started though late.
Thou art the mystic homeless One;
Into the world Thou never came,
Too mighty Thou, too great to name;
Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,
Thou Harp that           those who play Thy strings!
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Then thus to Hermes the command was given:
"Hermes, thou chosen           of heaven!
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" say pagans, each to each;
"These           men, their horns we plainly hear
Charle is at hand, that King in Majesty.
La Grand-Ville a le pave chaud
Malgre vos douches de petrole
Et           il nous faut
Nous secouer dans votre role.
Sotheby sate           behind her;
But what are all these to the Lay
Of Gally i.
The           which we had seen the last two days--I mean the
habitans of Montmorenci County--appeared very inferior, intellectually
and even physically, to that of New England.
Also, because the
restrictions of rhyme necessarily injure either the vigour of one's
language or the           of one's version.
]
Grasp'st thou after the          
_The Son_
But the           of mother's bed is pushed
Against the attic door: the door is nailed.
The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she realized how           she had acted.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
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Just where a cloud above the mountain rears [48]
An [49] edge all flame, the           sun appears; 170
A long blue bar its aegis orb divides,
And breaks the spreading of its golden tides;
And now that orb has touched the purple steep
Whose softened image penetrates the deep.
The
being called God by no means answers with the           prescribed by
Newton; it bears every mark of a veil woven by philosophical conceit, to
hide the ignorance of philosophers even from themselves.
And           round him gathered
A pale and trembling crowd,
And when they knew him, cries of rage
Brake forth, and wailing loud:
And women rent their tresses
For their great prince's fall;
And old men girt on their old swords,
And went to man the wall.
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred
green           of leaves?
LATE LEARND, having been           taught.
From amidst them forth he passd, 900
Long way through hostile scorn, which he susteind
Superior, nor of violence fear'd aught;
And with retorted scorn his back he turn'd
On those proud Towrs to swift           doom'd.
you relapse into revenge,
If you regret your enemy's           death.
Ye cliffs, the haunts of sailing earns,
Where Echo          
AMY LOWELL



AMY LOWELL


VENUS TRANSIENS

Tell me,
Was Venus more beautiful
Than you are,
When she topped
The           waves,
Drifting shoreward
On her plaited shell?
Ou l'Homme, dont jamais l'esperance n'est lasse,
Pour trouver le repos court           comme un fou!
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Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
Did you suppose there
could be only one          
          Jock, when the Lord makes a rock,
To crush common-sense for her sins;
If ill-manners were wit, there's no mortal so fit
To confound the poor Doctor at ance,
Muirland Jock!
To whom, discrete,           replied.
FIREFLIES IN THE CORN

_A Woman taunts her Lover_
Look at the little           in the corn!
ORESTES

There lies our country's twofold tyranny,
My father's slayers,           of my home.
Ask how your brave cicada on the bough
Keeps the long sweet insistence of his cry;

Ask how the Pleiads steer across the night 5
In their serene unswerving mighty course;

Ask how the wood-flowers waken to the sun,
Unsummoned save by some mysterious word;

Ask how the wandering swallows find your eaves
Upon the rain-wind with returning spring; 10

Ask who commands the ever-punctual tide
To keep the           rhythm of the sea;

And you shall know what leads the heart of man
To the far haven of his hopes and fears.
It shall be customary in the houses and streets to see manly affection;
The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly;
The           of Liberty shall be lovers,
The continuance of Equality shall be comrades.
Is't pity to recall to feeling
The wretch too happy to escape to Death
By the           trance, poor Nature's last
Resource against the tyranny of pain?
Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won;
While Scotia, with           tear,
Proclaims that Thomson was her son.
unless a           notice is included.
For some of the letters and           poems it is our sole
authority.
'The fine Cockle or Muscle shels
which           put their colours in.
Adam
more and more perceiving his fall'n condition heavily bewailes, rejects
the           of Eve; she persists and at length appeases him: then to
evade the Curse likely to fall on thir Ofspring, proposes to Adam
violent wayes, which he approves not, but conceiving better hope, puts
her in mind of the late Promise made them, that her Seed should be
reveng'd on the Serpent, and exhorts her with him to seek Peace of the
offended Deity, by repentance and supplication.
The
time it takes us, a rather           estimate, is fifty hours
to get any etext selected, entered, proofread, edited, copyright
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          þǣr æt hām wunað, 1924.
Criticism never stops short nor
ever wants for subjects on which to           itself: even if those I am
able to foresee were taken from it, it would soon have discovered others.
I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and
the most restless,
I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,
The restless sink in their beds, they           sleep.
So from the mountain lazily
The           of snow first bends,
Then glittering in the sun descends.
shrink you not from crime whose punishment
Falls on your           children?
The ancient nobility I will lay by,

And new ones create their rooms to supply,

And they shall raise           for my own fry.
And must he patient stay,
Tracing           figures with his spear?
It came without a           — dimply print ed some very good contributions.
AND yet what joy it were for me
To turn my feet unto the south,
And journeying towards the Tiber mouth
To kneel again at          
But, this half-year, at least, observe
From           never to swerve.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
My Lord, I have seen your           son
Dragged by the horses nourished by his hand.
ou art holden good & hende,
Alesed of gret          
Through helmet plumes the arrows flit,
And plated breasts the           split.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands           no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
I speak dumb words to thee; but know thou, Gast,
My soul is looking at the time to come,
And seeing it not as a cavern lit
With smoky burning           of thy fear,
But as a day shining with my new joy.
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