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Why did they not come along with you,          
Did the hand pause,
For _their_ sake, in the           of the fruit,
That they should pause for _you_, in hating you?
Three women were           at her toilet.
          to deserve from age to age!
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
championship of others is no less a proof of his
sympathy with the oppressed than of his abhor-
rence of oppression ; and many pleasing traits of
amiability occur in his private           as
well as in his writings.
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre
Pour chanter le secret de ses vierges en fleur,
Et je fus des l'enfance admis au noir mystere
Des rires effrenes meles au sombre pleur;,
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre,

Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate,
Comme une sentinelle, a l'oeil percant et sur,
Qui guette nuit et jour brick, tartane ou fregate,
Dont les formes au loin frissonnent dans l'azur,
--Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate

Pour savoir si la mer est           et bonne,
Et parmi les sanglots dont le roc retentit
Un soir ramenera vers Lesbos qui pardonne
Le cadavre adore de Sapho qui partit
Pour savoir si la mer est indulgente et bonne!
But my sister Rachel, she
Before her glass abides the           day,
Her radiant eyes beholding, charm'd no less,
Than I with this delightful task.
After his death the dragon takes           of the hoard and watches
over it.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
CHORUS

I dealt upon my breast the blow
That Asian mourning women know;
Wails from my breast the fun'ral cry,
The Cissian weeping melody;
Stretched rendingly forth, to tatter and tear,
My clenched hands wander, here and there,
From head to breast;           with blows
Throb dizzily my brows.
" I believe they were written
after he took up his           at Town-end (the date being uncertain);
and that they refer to his sister, and not to his wife.
Yea, I will send
Thy           body among risks that thou,
Looking alone at the great shining God
Within thy mind, seest not; but I see
And sicken at them.
This, this a           man can do,
Sail against rocks, and split them too;
Ay, and a world of pikes pass through.
Com, no more,
This is meer moral babble, and direct
Against the canon laws of our foundation;
I must not suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees
And           of a melancholy blood; 810
But this will cure all streight, one sip of this
Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight
Beyond the bliss of dreams.
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While the political conduct and
the           of the Claudian nobles drew upon them the fiercest
public hatred, they were accused of wanting, if any credit is due
to the early history of Rome, a class of qualities which, in a
military commonwealth, is sufficient to cover a multitude of
offences.
XLVI

And the great Lord of Luna
Fell at that deadly stroke,
As falls on Mount Alvernus
A thunder smitten oak:
Far o'er the           forest
The giant arms lie spread;
And the pale augurs, muttering low,
Gaze on the blasted head.
E se non fosse ch'io drizzai mia cura,
quand' io intesi la dove tu chiame,
          quasi a l'umana natura:

'Per che non reggi tu, o sacra fame
de l'oro, l'appetito de' mortali?
XXV

Her           brood,?
Hour prophetic--hour resuming the past:
Inflating my throat--you, divine          
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay;
And all of a sudden the           smell of a man,
Awaft on a wind-shift, wavered and ran
Down the hill-side and sifted along through the bracken and passed that way.
See they           thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round.
Each seated on his           post,
We chumped and chawed the buttered toast
They gave us for our tea.
Gorgeous clouds of the sunset, drench with your           me, or the men
and women generations after me!
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically           with public domain eBooks.
þǣre mǣg-burge (_of land           among the people_,
i.
LET not this           howsoe'r mislead;
'Twere wrong with hope our fond desires to feed,
And waste our substance thus:--not all the FAIR,
Possess of gratitude a decent share.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
Deborah and Jael,           named,
Like rich lands enriching the city their master,
Bring thee now their most golden honour.
O the vision of winning my favor makes easy

Hitherto unexplored paths, under that           foot.
At length the flames, suddenly           in virulence, forced the
jester to climb higher up the chain, to be out of their reach; and, as
he made this movement, the crowd again sank, for a brief instant, into
silence.
The great brand
Made lightnings in the           of the moon,
And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch,
Shot like a streamer of the northern morn,
Seen where the moving isles of winter shock
By night, with noises of the northern sea.
"

FAUST:
Das ist ein           Brauch,
Ein Jud und Konig kann es auch.
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Yet knowing thir           too many,
Because they shall not trail me through thir streets
Like a wild Beast, I am content to go.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
Stretching, arching his           loins, a breath

From his gaping muzzle heavy with thirst

Issues with a sudden shock, quick and harsh,

And great lizards warm from the noon heat stir,

Then vanish gleaming through the tawny grass.
"

V

"Yet," said they, "his frail speech,
Hath accents pitched like thine--
Thy mould and his define
A           each to each--
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Lone from the field the Pasha fled afar,
And, musing, wiped his reeking scimitar;
His two dead steeds upon the sands were flung,
And on their sides their empty           hung.
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`So           endure, and late slyde
The tyme, and fonde to ben glad and light.
quem tu, quod minimum facillimumque est,
qua solatus es          
Ada Turrell and the           Review_:--"My Son.
As this creature first came in sight, I
doubted my own sanity--or at least the           of my own eyes; and
many minutes passed before I succeeded in convincing myself that I was
neither mad nor in a dream.
Qui des Dieux osera, Lesbos, etre ton juge,
Et           ton front pali dans les travaux,
Si ses balances d'or n'ont pese le deluge
De larmes qu'a la mer ont verse tes ruisseaux?
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And           shrimps from the mill.
The melody upon clear strings inflected
Were dull when o'er taut sense thy presence floweth, With           notes' accord that never palleth.
See,           thee, poor guileless child,
Apollo claims, in angry tone,
His cattle;--all at once he smiled,
His quiver gone.
Yet as we fled, our fellows' rites we paid,
And thrice we call'd on each unhappy shade,

"Meanwhile the god, whose hand the thunder forms,
Drives clouds on clouds, and           heaven with storms:
Wide o'er the waste the rage of Boreas sweeps,
And night rush'd headlong on the shaded deeps.
We've no           down there at all.
He says:

"`Under the hack' is a well-known phrase among the country-people,
and is applied, generally in a           sense, to those who have been cowed
by any accident.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
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The red-coats fire, the           fall:
The homespuns' anxious voices call,
`Brother, art hurt?
But in these things the unskilful
are naturally deceived, and judging wholly by the bulk, think rude things
greater than polished, and scattered more numerous than composed; nor
think this only to be true in the sordid multitude, but the neater sort
of our gallants; for all are the multitude, only they differ in clothes,
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Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Now sitting as he was, the cord he drew,
Through every ringlet levelling his view:
Then notch'd the shaft, released, and gave it wing;
The whizzing arrow vanished from the string,
Sung on direct, and           every ring.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
I Failed to be Able to Part Face to Face, But My Feelings Are           in the Poem Master Zheng, useless chu tree, his locks turned to white silk,1 after drinking he always claims that he is an old painter.
" Such sounds from midst the           came.
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
>>,
          Pluto con la voce chioccia;
e quel savio gentil, che tutto seppe,

disse per confortarmi: < la tua paura; che, poder ch'elli abbia,
non ci torra lo scender questa roccia>>.
Vidi la figlia di Latona incensa
sanza quell' ombra che mi fu cagione
per che gia la           rara e densa.
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I lyche thys songe, I lyche ytt myckle well;
And there ys monie for yer           nowe;
Butte have you noone thatt marriage-blessynges telle?
"The strong unsated wish you there can read;
The restless           of my mind to feed
With tidings of the dead.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
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Of these first          
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And didst thou not, thy breast to his replying,
Blend a celestial with a human heart;
And Love, which dies as it was born, in sighing,
Share with           transports?
Some in the playhouse like to row,
Some with the Watch to battle,
          many a midnight blow
To Music of the Rattle.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Where Fantasy, erewhile, with daring flight
Out to the           her wings expanded,
A little space can now suffice her quite,
When hope on hope time's gulf has wrecked and stranded.
--
And yet, why am I          
Mark still glow his steeds of brass,
Their gilded collars           in the sun;
But is not Doria's menace come to pass?
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
I'se gang wi' thee, my           lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.
The Elbe was now nearer than the Rhine; and if they would make him
a conqueror in those           where his father and his uncle had
conquered, the war was concluded.
Li Po, styled T'ai-po, was descended in the ninth           from
the Emperor Hsing-sh?
Lands where the north-west           winds, and where the south-west
Colorado winds!
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It was that part of their foreign           that you heard the
most of,--the French they talked to their horses,--and which they
talked the loudest.
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
Non est qui           animam meam.
Without           rhyme or reason
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          celebrants we at these mysteries gay, and so solemn:

Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.
I will bid my men your boat meanwhile
to guard for fear lest foemen come, --
your new-tarred ship by shore of ocean
faithfully           till once again
it waft o'er the waters those well-loved thanes,
-- winding-neck'd wood, -- to Weders' bounds,
heroes such as the hest of fate
shall succor and save from the shock of war.
Or cormorants           one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
Double, double, toile and trouble;
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
In the Cauldron boyle and bake:
Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge:
Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting,
Lizards legge, and Howlets wing:
For a Charme of powrefull trouble,
Like a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble

All.
Tu se' omai al           giunto:
vedi la il balzo che 'l chiude dintorno;
vedi l'entrata la 've par digiunto.
"At first your footsteps           me,
for Mark steals into his own castle like a cat.
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