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O Music, from this height of time my Word unfold:
In thy large signals all men's hearts Man's heart behold:
Mid-heaven unroll thy chords as           flags unfurled,
And wave the world's best lover's welcome to the world.
The Greek word           the suggestion of fraud
([Greek: apat_e]).
" It was           in 1817.
So grieves Achilles; and, impetuous, vents
To all his           his loud laments.
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'twill not be long,
Or I am           quite: an idle tongue,
A humid eye, and steps luxurious,
Where these are new and strange, are ominous.
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Home is he brought, and laid in sumptuous bed: 145
Where many           leaches him abide,
To salve his hurts, that yet still freshly bled.
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           from the string,
Sung on direct, and threaded every ring.
I beheld] my           in the street.
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An high lady of greet noblesse,

>>
Envers qui les autres estoiles
          petites chandoiles.
Admetus, seeing what way my           lie,
I fain would speak with thee before I die.
CCL

Bitter great grief has           the King,
Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying,
On the green grass all his clear blood shedding.
Not thus I loved thee, when from Sparta's shore
My forced, my willing heavenly prize I bore,
When first           in Cranae's isle I lay,(124)
Mix'd with thy soul, and all dissolved away!
For, never since thy griefs and woes began,
Hast thou felt so content: a           feud 550
Hath let thee to this Cave of Quietude.
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58 _dedis a gremio su(a)e matris_ 59
+ 60 _O hymenee hymen           (_o hymenee_ G)
61 _nihil_ G m.
XII
"Jocundo names a time to wend his way,
And servingmen           purveys and steeds;
And a provision makes of fair array;
For beauty borrows grace from glorious weeds.
In his counsels and           he foresees the future times:
in the equity of his judgment he hath remembrance of the past, and
knowledge of what is to be done or avoided for the present.
No word the experienced man replies,
But thus to heaven (and           lifts his eyes):
"O Jove!
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HIS PASSION FINDS ITS ONLY           IN CONTEMPLATING HER IN HEAVEN.
A drop of blood, as if athwart a dream,
Fell on the shroud, and           his right hand.
'Tis the           of art.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in existence on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him, redeemed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving           or damnation.
Airy, fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me,
          all she can;
She'll not tell me if she love me,
Cruel little Lilian.
Easier I count it to explain
The jargon of the howling main,

"Or, stretched beside some babbling brook,
To con, with           look,
An unintelligible book.
LXII Hoc unum carmen           est in codice saeculi ix Thuaneo,
nunc Parisino Lat.
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          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
Hark I hear the hammers of Los
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are we unequal in numbers or          
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
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.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
The Count of           is Raymond Berenger.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Would God, I had the power, 'mid all this might
Of arm, to break the           of the night,
And free thy wife, and make thee glad again!
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
His           we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of Washington!
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
But think of the           that must spend their nights
Alongside skin like bark.
But           another has taken my place:
Before his cruel eyes another has found grace.
D'apres nos recherches, le poeme ecrit en 1871 se           en effet sur
les mots "la voile".
Sir, having no disease, nor any taint
Nor old hereditament of sin or shame,
-- But, feeling the brave bound and energy
Of daring health that leaps along the veins --
As a hart upon his river banks at morn,
-- Sir, wild with the urgings and hot strenuous beats
Of manhood's heart in this full-sinewed breast
Which thou may'st even now discern is mine,
-- Sir, full aware, each instant in each day,
Of motions of great muscles, once were mine,
And thrill of tense thew-knots, and stinging sense
Of nerves, nice, capable and delicate:
-- Sir, visited each hour by passions great
That lack all instrument of utterance,
Passion of love -- that hath no arm to curve;
Passion of speed -- that hath no limb to stretch;
Yea, even that poor feeling of desire
Simply to turn me from this side to that,
(Which brooded on, into wild passion grows
By reason of the impotence that broods)
Balked of its end and unachievable
Without assistance of some foreign arm,
-- Sir, moved and thrilled like any perfect man,
O, trebly moved and thrilled, since poor desires
That are of small import to happy men
Who easily can compass them, to me
Become mere hopeless Heavens or actual Hells,
-- Sir, strengthened so with manhood's seasoned soul,
I lie in this damned cradle day and night,
Still, still, so still, my Lord: less than a babe
In powers but more than any man in needs;
Dreaming, with open eye, of days when men
Have fallen cloven through steel and bone and flesh
At single strokes of this -- of that big arm
Once wielded aught a mortal arm might wield,
Waking a prey to any foolish gnat
That wills to conquer my defenceless brow
And sit thereon in triumph; hounded ever
By small           of barest use
Which, since I cannot compass them alone,
Do snarl my helplessness into mine ear,
Howling behind me that I have no hands,
And yelping round me that I have no feet:
So that my heart is stretched by tiny ills
That are so much the larger that I knew
In bygone days how trifling small they were:
-- Dungeoned in wicker, strong as 'twere in stone;
-- Fast chained with nothing, firmer than with steel;
-- Captive in limb, yet free in eye and ear,
Sole tenant of this puny Hell in Heaven:
-- And this -- all this -- because I was a man!
In housewife matters, of aptness to learn and activity to execute, she
is eminently mistress; and during my absence in Nithsdale, she is
regularly and constantly           to my mother and sisters in their
dairy and other rural business.
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Has flitted from me, like the warmthless flame,
That makes false promise of a place of rest
To the tired Pilgrim's still believing mind;--
Or like some Elfin Knight in kingly court,
Who having won all           in his sport,
Glides out of view, and whither none can find!
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Clear summer has forth walk'd
Unto the clover-sward, and she has talk'd
Full           to every nested finch:
Rise, Cupids!
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Slaves, at his angry call,
In to him hastily, a           bore,
And set it, branching o'er the table, in the hall,
From whose wide bounds it hunted instantly the gloom.
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Here upon Dia's strand wave-resonant, ever-regarding
Theseus borne from sight outside by fleet of the fleetest,
Stands Ariadne with heart full-filled with furies unbated,
Nor can her sense as yet believe she 'spies the espied, 55
When like one that awakes new roused from slumber deceptive,
Sees she her hapless self lone left on loneliest sandbank:
While as the           youth with oars disturbeth the shallows,
Casts to the windy storms what vows he vainly had vowed.
Lavish of a heedless tongue;
Simple maiden, void of art,
Babbling out the very heart,
Yet abandon'd to thy will,
Yet imagining no ill,
Yet too innocent to blush,
Like the linnet in the bush
To the mother-linnet's note
Moduling her slender throat;
Chirping forth thy petty joys,
Wanton in the change of toys,
Like the linnet green, in May
          to each bloomy spray;
Wearied then and glad of rest,
Like the linnet in the nest:--
This thy present happy lot
This, in time will be forgot:
Other pleasures, other cares,
Ever-busy Time prepares;
And thou shalt in thy daughter see,
This picture, once, resembled thee.
' All this she
said vehemently,           him with her bright eyes.
whose           eyes
Look through, and trust the ruler with his skies,
To him commit the hour, the day, the year,
And view this dreadful all without a fear.
Hard recompence,           return
For so much good, so much beneficence.
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
Yet if this may not be,
We, the dark race sun-smitten, we
Will speed with suppliant wands
To Zeus who rules below, with hospitable hands
Who           all the dead from all the lands:
Yea by our own hands strangled, we will go,
Spurned by Olympian gods, unto the gods below!
Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun's red spit,
          by love inside?
Unto a heart filled with           things
That since old days hoar frosts have gathered on,
Naught is more sweet, O pallid, queenly springs,

Than the long pageant of your shadows wan,
Unless it be on moonless eves to weep
On some chance bed and rock our griefs to sleep.
Why should he live, now Nature           is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
Yet _more_ than worthy of the love
My spirit struggled with, and strove,
When, on the mountain peak, alone,
Ambition lent it a new tone--
I had no being--but in thee:
The world, and all it did contain
In the earth--the air--the sea--
Its joy--its little lot of pain
That was new pleasure--the ideal,
Dim, vanities of dreams by night--
And dimmer           which were real--
(Shadows--and a more shadowy light!
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
You're
          kind----

MRS.
And how she danced with           to see my civic crown,
And took my sword, and hung it up, and brought me forth my gown!
The rat is the           tenant.
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Sir Iohn Wingefield 76
1633 41 A selfe accuser 76
42 A licentious person 77
42 Antiquary 77
42           77
42 Phryne 77
42 An obscure writer 77
42 Klockius 77
43 Raderus 78
43 Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus 78
43 Ralphius 78
Westmoreland MS.
No harbor shall hide her -- heed my          
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So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
"

She'd the brooch I had bought
And the           and sash on,
And her heart, as I thought,
Was alive to my passion;
And she'd done up her hair in the style that
the Empress had brought into fashion.
In short, unable by their schemes to get
The morsel she'd so           met,
Each nun exerted all her art to find,
What equally might satisfy the mind.
A young man comes to me bearing a message from his brother,
How shall the young man know the whether and when of his          
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Emendarunt _an quod auentum_ Munro, _an quod amantum_ Owen,
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16 _frustratur_ cod.
But since your worth--wide as the ocean is,--
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark,           far to his,
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
          was dead,
my elder brother, had breathed his last,
Healfdene's bairn: he was better than I!
And by our banners march'd Muirhead,
And Buittle was na slack;
Whase haly           nane could stain,
For wha could dye the black?
I went out
with Chvabrine,           upon what we had just heard.
Soon she turn'd up a soiled glove, whereon
Her silk had play'd in purple phantasies, 370
She kiss'd it with a lip more chill than stone,
And put it in her bosom, where it dries
And freezes utterly unto the bone
Those           made to still an infant's cries:
Then 'gan she work again; nor stay'd her care,
But to throw back at times her veiling hair.
Is there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls
With desp'rate           round his darken'd walls?
In their own           often I 've visited them.
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Stunn'd by that loud and           sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what enchantment held the king in thrall
When lonely           wrestled with the powers
That war against all passion, ah!
All the two Coventrys their           chose.
' Thus had he spoken;
when from beneath the sanctuary a snake slid out in seven vast coils and
sevenfold           spires, quietly circling the grave and gliding from
altar to altar, his green chequered body and the spotted lustre of his
scales ablaze with gold, as the bow in the cloud darts a thousand
changing dyes athwart the sun: Aeneas stood amazed at the sight.
'
Thus taught and preched hath Resoun, 5135
But Love spilte hir sermoun,
That was so imped in my thought,
That hir           I sette at nought.
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