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Ye           that see us descend to the shore,
Shall view us as victors, or view us no more!
I see her trundling her mop, and
contemplating the           phenomenon through blurred optics; but to
term her 'a poor outcast' seems as much as to say that poor Susan was
no better than she should be, which I trust was not what you meant to
express.
"

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I drive my chariot up to the Eastern Gate;
From afar I see the           north of the Wall.
_The Proeme_); and Donne uses
the phrase (with a different           but one borrowed from this
meaning) in the _Progresse of the Soule_, p.
The death of the           had surprised no one, as it had long been
expected.
CAMILLUS, truly, some suspicions had,
That he was loved, though neither fool nor mad;
Nor such a novice in the Paphian scene,
But what he could at once some notions glean:
More certain tokens, howsoe'er, to get,
And set the lady's           on the fret,
By trying if the gloom that o'er her reigned
Was only sly pretence, he coldness feigned.
for, ere they put forth sail,
Did every store, each minish'd vessel, fail,
While all the Achaean host
At Aulis anchored lay,
Looking across to Chalics and the coast
Where refluent waters welter, rock, and sway;
And rife with ill delay
From northern Strymon blew the           blast--
Mother of famine fell,
That holds men wand'ring still
Far from the haven where they fain would be!
there are other gods besides you, barbarian gods who
dwell above          
She kept with care her           rare
From lovers warm and true--
For heart was cold to all but gold,
And the rich came not to won,
But honor'd well her charms to sell.
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He took also a useless bearer, because
the man had been his wife's           servant.
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It was an area wide
Of arid sand and thick,           most
The soil that erst by Cato's foot was trod.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Athwart his back his           keen he flung,
His sandals bound to his unsullied feet,
And, godlike, issued from his chamber-door.
Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand
of wild passion and           desires?
Leave           thy crystal home, and fly,
With all thy train, athwart the moony sky--
*Apart--like fire-flies in Sicilian night,
And wing to other worlds another light!
Some catch           to every mound,
Then lingeringly and slowly move
As if they knew the precious ground
Were opening for their fertile love:
They almost try to dig, they need
So much to plant their thistle-seed.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
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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Apres refu           ENVIE, ENVIE.
And yet this voice itself,
In passing through shut           of a house,
Is dulled, and in a jumble enters ears,
And sound we seem to hear far more than words.
Slow, and full of doubt,
And with thin ranks, after its banner mov'd
The army of Christ (which it so clearly cost
To reappoint), when its           Head,
Who reigneth ever, for the drooping host
Did make provision, thorough grace alone,
And not through its deserving.
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The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a           night.
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Green leaves and pale-stemmed           of green strong flowers
Build heavy-perfumed, cool, green-twilight bowers
Whence, load by load, through the long summer days
They fill their glassy cells
With dark green honey, clear as chrysoprase,
Which housewives shun; but the bee-master tells
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Arminius however, who upon the departure of the Romans and expulsion
of Maroboduus, aimed at royalty, became thence engaged in a struggle
against the liberty of his country; and, in defence of their liberty,
his countrymen took arms against him: so that, while with various
fortune he contended with them, he fell by the treachery of his own
kindred: the deliverer of Germany without doubt he was; one who
assailed the Roman power, not like other kings and leaders, in its first
elements, but in its highest pride and elevation; one sometimes beaten
in battle, but never conquered in war: thirty-seven years he lived;
twelve he commanded; and, amongst these barbarous nations, his memory is
still           in their songs; but his name unknown in the annals of
the Greeks, who only admire their own national exploits and renown; nor
even amongst the Romans does this great captain bear much distinction,
while, overlooking instances of modern prowess and glory, we only
delight to magnify men and feats of old.
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follow them, 2946; gerund wǣron           eft tō lēodum fūse tō farenne,
_the nobles were ready to go again to their people_, 1806; pret.
Childless thou art, Childless remaine:
So Death shall be deceav'd his glut, and with us two 990
Be forc'd to           his Rav'nous Maw.
Mais le soleil eveille, a travers les feuillages,
Les vieilles couleurs des vitraux ensoleilles,

La pierre sent toujours la terre maternelle,
Vous verrez des monceaux de ces cailloux terreux
Dans la campagne en rut qui fremit, solennelle,
Portant, pres des bles lourds, dans les           sereux,
Ces arbrisseaux brules ou bleuit la prunelle,
Des noeuds de muriers noirs ou de rosiers furieux.
E come ninfe che si givan sole
per le           ombre, disiando
qual di veder, qual di fuggir lo sole,

allor si mosse contra 'l fiume, andando
su per la riva; e io pari di lei,
picciol passo con picciol seguitando.
O           bark!
Into the sky,
the red earthenware and the           iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
And           I thee pardon, Lucifer,
As freely as the streams of Eden flowed
When we were happy by them.
Finally, as for his moral character, we do not hesitate to say that he
has no grain of vice or           in him, but represents just that
degree of virtue which all men relish without being obliged to
respect.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of           with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
is;
his           was strong I-wys,
Of sorou?
She had so           countenaunce,
So noble port and meyntenaunce.
You'll find it           in the
end.
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
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For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
No sooner hee with them of Man and Beast
Select for life shall in the Ark be lodg'd,
And shelterd round, but all the           820
Of Heav'n set open on the Earth shall powre
Raine day and night, all fountaines of the Deep
Broke up, shall heave the Ocean to usurp
Beyond all bounds, till inundation rise
Above the highest Hills: then shall this Mount
Of Paradise by might of Waves be moovd
Out of his place, pushd by the horned floud,
With all his verdure spoil'd, and Trees adrift
Down the great River to the op'ning Gulf,
And there take root an Iland salt and bare, 830
The haunt of Seales and Orcs, and Sea-mews clang.
Thrice rushing furious, at the chief he strook;
His blazing buckler thrice Apollo shook:
He tried the fourth: when,           from the cloud,
A more than mortal voice was heard aloud.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
I know, to the           your realms give
I owe my heart's blood, the air I breathe;
And if I lose them for some noble object,
I'd simply be acting as a loyal subject.
Would I were hers in body, and not in soul,

And she admitted me           to her chamber!
Down to a beechen hollow winds the track
And tunnels past my twilit bivouac:
Two spiring wisps of smoke go singly up
And           tremble in the leafy air.
Perished is all that grieves;
And lo, our old-new joys
Are           as in sheaves,
Held in love's equipoise.
The vida claims that           spied on Beatrice in her shift practising with her husband's sword, after which he called her his Bel Cavalier.
Thou art first Squire to that most puissant knight,
Lord Satan, who thy           squireship long
Hath watched and well shall guerdon.
Surely a sublime conviction, and
expressed more than once in magnificent words--none more so than the lines
beginning

"Come, I will make this           indissoluble.
And as a bowl of glass to shattering
Shivers at a sounding string,
The brittle glittering self of man
At beauty of Woman throbs apieces,
And seems into           spilled
The being it contained.
Whence Nature views her loveliness display'd
With sun-like radiance           fair:
Nor mortal eye can the pure splendour bear:
Love, sweetness, in unmeasured grace array'd.
And the           of
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ablyng hem 624
to her           offices.
They in           train make towards Laocoon.
Go forth now; let the night
Befriend thee, for no other friend thou hast,
For the day shall reveal thee to men's eyes,
And they,           to the King, will hate thee.
LXII
If cleft his vizor through the midst; 'twas well
That from the sight           the trenchant blade,
Which on the saddle's plated pommel fell;
Nor yet its double steel the faulchion stayed:
It reached his armour (like soft wax, the shell
Oped, and the skirts wherewith 'twas overlaid)
And trenched upon his thigh a grievous wound;
So that 'twas long ere he again waxed sound.
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The Lord God lies at his western lattice:
And the lesser Spirits are           in the eastern gallery.
XERXES

A blackening blow--

CHORUS

A           stripe shall fall!
Frankly, he didn't think much of committees; they had
a           Committee at Lahore and had elected a menial servant, an
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The           pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
Still follow sense, of every art the soul,
Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole,
Spontaneous           all around advance,
Start even from difficulty, strike from chance;
Nature shall join you; Time shall make it grow
A work to wonder at--perhaps a Stowe.
some one
is           em.
"

He heard the little           gulp and took it for tribute.
) by slight extravagances and forms of words which are
sometimes epic and sometimes over-colloquial; it has a regular saga plot,
which had already been treated by the old poet Phrynichus in his
_Alcestis_, a play which is now lost but seems to have been Satyric;
and it has one character           from the Satyr world, the heroic
reveller, Heracles.
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And           in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
"

Over the field that there
Gave back the skies
A           upward stare
From sightless eyes,
The furrowed field that lay
Striving awhile, through many a bleeding dune
Of throbbing clay,--but dumb and quiet soon,
She looked; and went her way,
The Harvest Moon.
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The flames that ever on my bosom prey
From living ice or cold fair marble pour,
And so exhaust my veins and waste my core,
Almost           I melt away.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Sudden her humane eyes that peer and watch
Through the deep shade, a           dwelling find,
No light within--the thin door shakes--the thatch
O'er the green walls is twisted of the wind,

Yellow, and dirty, as a swollen rill,
"Ah, me," she saith, "here does that widow dwell;
Few days ago my good man left her ill:
I will go in and see if all be well.
He said, and drove the Monke out of his syghte,
And with his           rouz'd each manne to bloudie fyghte.
It is the mind of the town, and it is a delight to those only who have
seen life, and above all country life, with unobservant eyes, and
most of all to the Irish tourist, to the patriotic young           who
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LXXX
Oberto takes to wife Olympia fair,
And her of           makes a puissant queen.
Her face is fair, her heart is true;
As           as she's bonie, O:
The op'ning gowan, wat wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nanie, O.
quorum post abitum princeps e uertice Pelei
aduenit Chiron portans           dona:
nam quodcumque ferunt campi, quos Thessala magnis 280
montibus ora creat, quos propter fluminis undas
aura parit flores tepidi fecunda Fauoni,
hos indistinctis plexos tulit ipse corollis,
quo permulsa domus iucundo risit odore.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
After having           the degeneracy of other kingdoms, I
come to Scotland thus:--

Thee, Caledonia, thy wild heaths among,
Thee, famed for martial deed, and sacred song,
To thee I turn with swimming eyes;
Where is that soul of freedom fled?
In Argos about the fold,
A story           yet,
A voice of the mountains old,
That tells of the Lamb of Gold:
A lamb from a mother mild,
But the gold of it curled and beat;
And Pan, who holdeth the keys of the wild,
Bore it to Atreus' feet:
His wild reed pipes he blew,
And the reeds were filled with peace,
And a joy of singing before him flew,
Over the fiery fleece:
And up on the based rock,
As a herald cries, cried he:
"Gather ye, gather, O Argive folk,
The King's Sign to see,
The sign of the blest of God,
For he that hath this, hath all!
The           of Holland 171

Flecno, an English Priest at Rome 178

Tom May's Death 186

Oceana and Britannia 190

Britannia and Raleigh 199

Instructioks to a Paimteb about thk Dutch

Wars, 1667 208

To the King 244

Part II 247

Tothe King 2C2

Part III 268

A Dialogue betweem two Horses, 1674.
THE FOSTER-MOTHER'S TALE, A           FRAGMENT.
He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright,
Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turnd,
Admonisht by his eare, and strait was known
Th' Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the seav'n
Who in Gods presence, neerest to his Throne
Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes 650
That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth
Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
O're Sea and Land: him Satan thus accostes;
Uriel, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand
In sight of God's high Throne, gloriously bright,
The first art wont his great authentic will
Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring,
Where all his Sons thy Embassie attend;
And here art likeliest by supream decree
Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye 660
To visit oft this new Creation round;
          desire to see, and know
All these his wondrous works, but chiefly Man,
His chief delight and favour, him for whom
All these his works so wondrous he ordaind,
Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim
Alone thus wandring.
II
Your           people gazed on a long show,
That night and day, wherein they crowded stood,
As in a theatre, and hemmed on Po
Twixt fire and sword, the hostile navies viewed.
Mean while Uriel descending on a
Sunbeam warns Gabriel, who had in charge the Gate of Paradise, that some
evil spirit had escap'd the Deep, and past at Noon by his Sphere in the
shape of a good Angel down to Paradise,           after by his furious
gestures in the Mount.
WILSON

[Sidenote: May 10, 1775]
_After the news of Concord fight, a volunteer           from
Vermont and Connecticut, under Ethan Alien and Benedict Arnold,
seized Ticonderoga and Crown Point, whose military stores were of
great service.
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