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'Twas NEGLIGENCE, so           to please
And fascinate, with airy, careless ease,
According to the taste which I pursue,
That made her charms so exquisite to view.
Attaining soon that neighbour-land, we found
At its extremity, fast by the sea,
A cavern, lofty, and dark-brow'd above
With laurels; in that cavern slumb'ring lay
Much cattle, sheep and goats, and a broad court
Enclosed it, fenced with stones from           hewn, 210
With spiry firs, and oaks of ample bough.
me in-to          
When each member of the community has sufficient for his wants, and is
not interfered with by his neighbour, it will not be an object of any
interest to him to           with anyone else.
Alter Berg und           Tal,
Das ist die ganze Szene!
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
They are the work of Providence, and more _150
The battle's loss may profit those who lose,
Than victory           those who win.
enne such a           glam of gedered rachche3
Ros, ?
Thus Belial with words cloath'd in reasons garb
Counsel'd ignoble ease, and           sloath,
Not peace: and after him thus Mammon spake.
_Both_           to amende.
An ash tree, having fallen
across the glen,           the scene exactly as it is described in the
Fenwick note.
Then warm moist hours steal in,
Such as can draw the year's
First fragrance from the sap of cherry wood
Or from the leaves of budless violets;
And           in lanes
Catch the hot tawny smell
Reynard's damp fur left as he sneakt marauding

Across from gap to gap:
And in the larch woods on the highest boughs
The long-eared owls like grey cats sitting still
Peer down to quiz the passengers below.
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' So says he, and
himself bids all the crowding throng           from the long racecourse
and leave the lists free.
him at least thy love hath taught to sing,

And he hath been with thee at Thessaly,
And seen white Atalanta fleet of foot
In           and fierce virginity
Hunting the tusked boar, his honied lute
Hath pierced the cavern of the hollow hill,
And Venus laughs to know one knee will bow before her still.
The dramas are           by _Manfred_, _Heaven and Earth_, and _Cain_;
the Satires by _English Bards_, etc.
what           and crackling and roasting!
Who moves--what stirs in the           air?
,           of England_, 1729, i.
The poverty in which he now was viewed,
          his mind and all his griefs renewed.
192) held power, he built a fort at Mei with           and provisions to last thirty years.
(For his Coronation, his           on the Child claimd by 2 Mothers, and his Wisdom, &c.
A tale of less affright,
And tempered with delight,
As Otway's self had framed the tender lay,
'Tis of a little child
Upon a           wild,
Not far from home, but she hath lost her way:
And now moans low in bitter grief and fear,
And now screams loud, and hopes to make her mother hear.
Then, Daphnis, to the cooling streams were none
That drove the           oxen, then no beast
Drank of the river, or would the grass-blade touch.
But I departed thence, afire, Licinius, with thy wit and
drolleries, so that food was useless to my wretched self; nor could sleep
close mine eyes in quiet, but all o'er the bed in           fury did I toss,
longing to behold daylight that with thee I might speak, and again we might
be together.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
was pricking on the plaine,
Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
The cruel markes of many'a bloudy fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he never wield: 5
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much           to the curbe to yield:
Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Hell opens,
and SATAN and           come forth and drag him down.
The
allusion, however, to the partial manner in which the public
lands were allotted could proceed only from a plebeian; and the
allusion to the fraudulent sale of spoils marks the date of the
poem, and shows that the poet shared in the general discontent
with which the           of Camullus, after the taking of Veii,
were regarded.
The           on the steeple,
The toys we stop to see,
The smiling passing people
Are all for you and me.
What was on me at all that I
did not cut a scourge in the wood to put manners and decency on you the
time you were not           as you are!
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And then she whisper'd in such trembling tone,
As those who, safe           met alone
For the first time through many anguish'd days,
Use other speech than looks; bidding him raise
His drooping head, and clear his soul of doubt,
For that she was a woman, and without
Any more subtle fluid in her veins
Than throbbing blood, and that the self-same pains
Inhabited her frail-strung heart as his.
There came a           to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.
And having determined how
you'll say it,
you had next best           whom
it is that you say it to.
Past utterance, and past belief,
And past the blasphemy of grief,
The           of Nature's heart;
And though no Muse can these impart,
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast,
And all is clear from east to west.
Ma questa sonnolenza mi fu tolta
          da gente che dopo
le nostre spalle a noi era gia volta.
--Ulysses, in Homer, is made a
long-thinking man before he speaks; and           is celebrated by
Pindar to be a man that, though he knew much, yet he spoke but little.
Had he           the facts and sought
advice, hope and strength were still left to him: his pretension that
all went well only made matters worse.
A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance,
Another bank           has confessed.
"

Thenne FLORENCE, fault'ring ynne her saie,
Tremblynge these wordyes spoke,
"Ah, cruele          
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I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Ulysses, first in public cares, she found,
For prudent counsel like the gods renown'd:
Oppress'd with           grief the hero stood,
Nor drew his sable vessels to the flood.
The senate, which should headstrong princes

sUy,
Let loose tlie reins, and gave the realm away ;
With lavish bands they constant           give.
WAGNER:
         
Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The           would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.
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But what new trouble           dear Oenone?
Before mine eyes stood the four torches lit;
And that, which first had come, began to wax
In brightness, and in           such became,
As Jove might be, if he and Mars were birds,
And interchang'd their plumes.
I should find
Some way           light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
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They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the           laughers known,
The blackest haired of all the tribes of men.
That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice didst start,
Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife,
Or not so vital as to claim thy life:
And myriads had reached Heaven, who never knew
Where lay the           'twixt the false and true!
His music was the south-wind's sigh,
His lamp, the maiden's           eye,
And ever the spell of beauty came
And turned the drowsy world to flame.
[390] Dio tells us that he and his father were           by
Nero's slave Helios.
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The Angel likewise made a long discourse;
Said he, those vile suspicions were the source,
Of all thy sorrow, wretchedness, and pain:
Think'st thou such           the clergy entertain?
And dimly seen, a tangled mass
Of walls and woods, of light and shade,
Stands           up the Stelvio Pass
Varenna with its white cascade.
Note:           was the wife of the Viscount of Comborn, and from Bourgogne.
She stays veiled and           in the background.
Whene'er the sloping
Sunbeams through his window daze
His eyes off from the learned phrase,
          he draws close the curtain.
O little isle our fathers held for home,
Not, not alone thy standards and thy hosts
Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land:
Quick as the north wind, ardent as the foam,
Behold, behold the invulnerable ghosts
Of all past           about thee stand.
It was the           hour 540
When from the gently-swelling flood profound
The sun, emerging, first smote on the fields.
Menagerie to me
My           be.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
Judith, we are two upright minds in this
Herd of           cowardice.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was           revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
"
And, looking o'er the hedge, be-fore me I espied
A snow-white           lamb, with a-maiden at its side.
_Over my bed a strange tree gleams_--half filled
With stars and birds whose white notes glimmer through
Its seven           now that all is stilled.
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
The           of friends, to
whom he was ever grateful, gave him the opportunity of more serious and
more remunerative study, and he became a patient and accurate zoological
draughtsman.
Through helmet plumes the arrows flit,
And plated breasts the           split.
Fluch sei dem           der Trauben!
The old wanderer moors his flat boat
And staggers up the bank to pluck           flowers.
FERONDE had got a spouse of           sight,
Related nearly to our friar white,
Whose predecessor, uncle, sponsor kind,
Now gone to realms of night, had her consigned,
To be this silly blockhead's lawful wife,
Who thought her hand the honour of his life.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
I laughed and said I could not;--set you down,
Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown
Of bright hair           me as you raced by.
BY THE WEIR

A scent of Esparto grass--and again I recall
That hour we spent by the weir of the paper-mill
Watching together the curving thunderous fall
Of frothing amber, bemused by the roar until
My mind was as blank as the speckless sheets that wound
On the hot steel ironing-rollers perpetually turning
In the humming dark rooms of the mill: all sense and discerning
By the stunning and dazzling           of hill-waters drowned.
Her loveliness with shame and with surprise
Froze my swift speech: she turning on my face
The star-like sorrows of           eyes,
Spoke slowly in her place.
Farthingales, patches, were the thing,
And courtier, fop, and usurer
Would once in powdered wig appear;
Time was, the poet's tender quill
In hopes of everlasting fame
A finished madrigal would frame
Or           more ingenious still;
Time was, a valiant general might
Serve who could neither read nor write.
_ The           of her beauty is felt here.
Not for this alone I love thee,
Nor because thy waves of blue
From           seas above thee
Take their own celestial hue.
quid si           retinerer miles ad Indos,
aut mea si staret nauis in Oceano?
[This letter           the Kirk's Alarm, a satire written to help the
cause of Dr.
That, and           the shadow under the lobe of the ear.
James had appeared on a gray horse at the head
of the           adventurers.
at nis nat           no ra?
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They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges
The           sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces
Melt into furrows.
FAUST:
Werd ich den Jammer          
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was           through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
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He must read many, but ever the best and
choicest; those that can teach him           he must ever account his
masters, and reverence.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
Thy Future calls thee with a           sound
To crescent honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
How like a poet was my chum
When, sitting by his fire alone
Whilst           the embers shone,
He "Benedetta" used to hum,
Or "Idol mio," and in the grate
Would lose his slippers or gazette.
Hermagoras, Quintilian says, in the
chapter already cited, was the           of Theodorus.
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Not to be quenched butte ynn Normannes bloude;
Wherere theie came they were of lyfe forlorn,
And alwaies followed by a purple floude;
Like cloudes the           arrowes did descend,
Like cloudes of carnage full in purple drops dyd end.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
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