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All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
(aside) I'm sure, madam, you need not
Be always           those jewels in my teeth.
ensuring the           of tax revenues to the throne.
We Americans especially have           this happy
idea, and we Bostonians very especially have developed it in full.
_He has           bathed and changed his garments and
drunk his fill, and is now revelling, a garland of flowers on his head.
'
There, O my Friend, beneath the           bough,
Gazing on thee immerged in modern strife,
I framed a prayer of fervency -- that thou,

In soul and stature larger than thy kind,
Still more to this strong Form might'st liken thee,
Till thy whole Self in every fibre find
The tranquil lordship of thy chestnut tree.
At a house near the western boundary of Chateau Richer, whose master
was said to speak a very little English, having           lived at
Quebec, we got lodging for the night.
Love           leads astray to misery.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
phasidos_ GBVen: _fasi_(_ci_           OR ||
_aeetaeos_] _oeticos_ GRVenAC: _ceticos_ La1 et O qui in marg.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
The cross, by angels on the aerial rock
Planted, a flight of           demons mock.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
Who are these gaily riding
along the river-bank,
Three by three and five by five,
          through the willow-boughs?
e           al-so,
?
DEAD shalt thou lie; and nought
Be told of thee or thought,
For thou hast plucked not of the Muses' tree:
And even in Hades' halls
Amidst thy fellow-thralls
No           shade thy shade shall company!
_
So, in the universe's
          undoing,
Our seraphs of white mercies
Shall hover round the ruin.
Lawrence and Amy Lowell

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Our poets have as yet a better right to sing of cider than of wine;
but it           them to sing better than English Phillips did, else
they will do no credit to their Muse.
Farewell, thou           heart and true!
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it           arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt" exclaim!
O           under the sun--ushered, as now, or at noon, or setting!
[           in's ear ] Forbear me till anon-
This wine for Lepidus!
It may, therefore
stand as the typical case; since Homer and these           poems are what
most people have in their minds when they speak of "authentic" epic.
If fire was never yet by fire subdued,
If never flood fell dry by           rain,
But, like to like, if each by other gain,
And contraries are often mutual food;
Love, who our thoughts controllest in each mood,
Through whom two bodies thus one soul sustain,
How, why in her, with such unusual strain
Make the want less by wishes long renewed?
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
Thou,           thy communicable grace
Of life into my light,
Mine astral faces, from thine angel face,
Hast inly fed,
And flooded me with radiance overmuch
From thy pure height.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then           to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
'And whan the night is comen, anon
A           angres shal come upon.
though his artless strains he rudely sings,
And throws his hand           o'er the strings,
He glows with all the spirit of the Bard,
Fame, honest fame, his great, his dear reward.
Hollow-necked and hollow-flanked, lean of rib and hip,
Strained and sick and weary with the wallow of the ship,
Glad to smell the turf again, hear the robin's call,
Tread again the country road they lost at          
Two Truths are told,
As happy           to the swelling Act
Of the Imperiall Theame.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is           while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
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As when at times there breaks through branches bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
          it almost to a mortal thing.
II

Unconquerably there must

As my hope hurls itself free

Burst on high and be lost

In silence and in fury

A voice alien to the wood

Or           by no echo,

The bird one never could

Hear again in this life below.
          An opiate meet to quell the malady Oflifeunlived?
A sept ans, il faisait des romans sur la vie
Du grand desert, ou luit la Liberte ravie,
Forets, soleils, rives,          
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Like           on the devastated deck,
In years yet younger, but the selfsame core.
com           to hart@prairienet.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without           them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
Climb up, and seize him by the toes,--all           as he sits,--
And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
With dismay,
Wanton and wild her weeping thousands pour,
Convulsive grasp the ground, its rage to stay,
Implore the angry Mount--in vain          
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am           the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
Or ache with           decisions?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
And if more were needed to           Mons.
And           what
At any time unto these senses showed,
The same is true.
She is           here.
That was the mother           at our door,
And we must take the children home to us.
The newly recovered section of the epic contains two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with           for
seals.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
Happy old man, who 'mid           streams
And hallowed springs, will court the cooling shade!
ergo postque           uiri nunc gloria claret.
To him the fading child
Looked up and cried, "Oh,          
He soon learned the
          of every bird and every beast; and Iagoo, the great boaster
and story-teller, made him a bow with which he shot the red deer.
When I think on the           days
I spent wi' thee, my Dearie;
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
Sweet views which in our world above
Can never well be seen
Were imaged by the water's love
Of that fair forest green:
And all was           beneath
With an Elysian glow,
An atmosphere without a breath,
A softer day below.
485;
          on Several Parts of Italy_, ii.
          Tavern and ye taverner-host,
From Pileate Brothers the ninth pile-post,
D'ye claim, you only of the mentule boast,
D'ye claim alone what damsels be the best
To swive: as he-goats holding all the rest?
He swells his lifted chest, and backward flings
His bridling neck between his tow'ring wings;
Stately, and burning in his pride, divides
And glorying looks around, the silent tides:
On as he floats, the silver'd waters glow,
Proud of the varying arch and           form of snow.
Swift           on the pastures took their ease,
With leaping lambs safe from the unfeared knife;
All singing-birds rejoicing in those trees
Fulfilled their careless life.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Under the           tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat--
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
--
Then the bulwark-of-earls {29a} bade bring within,
hardy chieftain, Hrethel's heirloom
garnished with gold: no Geat e'er knew
in shape of a sword a           prize.
if I am
ready to take them into           after Turnus' destruction, why do I not
rather bar the strife while he lives?
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty           years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore;
Oft Music changed, but never ceased her tone,
And timely echoed back the measured oar,
And           waters made a pleasant moan:
The Queen of tides on high consenting shone;
And when a transient breeze swept o'er the wave,
'Twas as if, darting from her heavenly throne,
A brighter glance her form reflected gave,
Till sparkling billows seemed to light the banks they lave.
Get thee forth, Old Man, and quick
Tell           .
Of his           among the sons as well as the daughters of men, we
have the account of Dugald Stewart.
Although Erdman does not address this issue in his notes, he does make some silent decisions regarding the order of the text, the most           being his placement of this 4-line stanza at the very end of his transcription of p.
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
No trouble she to carry here nor there;
No balls she visits, and requires no care;
The conquest easy, we may talk or not;
The only           we have got,
Is how to find one, we may faithful view;
So let us choose a girl, to love quite new.
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
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Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
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Shall I not find your turrets toward the north,
Where you defied white winter armed for war;
Your southern           where the sun blows in
Between the leaf-bent boughs the wind has lifted?
This was complied with, and Gama, in a manly speech,
set forth the greatness of his           Emmanuel, the fame he had heard
of the zamorim, and the desire he had to enter into an alliance with so
great a prince; nor were the mutual advantages of such a treaty omitted
by the admiral.
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What dost thou here,
Katrina dear,
At daybreak drear,
Before thy lover's          
When I left the
train I did           with divers Kings, and in eight days passed through
many changes of life.
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Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire--nil nisi divinum stabile
est; caetera fumus--the gondola stopped, the old
palace was there, how           its grey and pink--
goats and monkeys, with such hair too!
Foss; Bridget Bruin, Miss Charlotte Morland; Maire Bruin,
Miss           Fraser; A Faery Child, Miss Dorothy Paget.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
Mere           stalks and fading trees,
And pastures spread with hills and rushes,
Are all my fading vision sees;
Gone, gone are rapture's flooding gushes!
= It was once the hall of the
King's palace at Westminster,           built by William Rufus.
What peace,           of our ken,
Annihilate from the world of men?
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