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Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
The more harm is,
          at Thebes al to rathe,
Polymites and many a man to scathe.
Die Madels sind doch sehr interessiert,
Ob einer fromm und           nach altem Brauch.
Man will develop           out of himself.
IV

The           day-the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see-have ever seen
The brightest glance of pride and power
I feet have been:

V

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offered with the pain
Ev'n _then I _felt-that brightest hour
I would not live again:

VI

For on its wing was dark alloy
And as it fluttered-fell
An essence-powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
ic           mīne hāte .
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
Through his brain
At once the griding iron passage found; [D]
Deluge of tender           then rushed amain,
Nor could his sunken eyes the starting tear restrain.
Thys           menes.
At night you came and took my hand and we           together in my
dream;
When I woke in the morning there was no one to stop the tears that
fell on my handkerchief.
Then at the jutting land,           styled,
That screens the narrowing portal of the mere,
Thou shalt arrive; pass o'er it, brave at heart,
And ferry thee across Macotis' ford.
So Vulcan, tardy as he is, by craft
Hath outstript Mars, although the           far 410
Of all who dwell in heav'n, and the light-heel'd
Must pay the adult'rer's forfeit to the lame.
And so to magic my soul I've given,
If, haply, by spirits' mouth and might,
Some mysteries may not be brought to light;
That to teach, no longer may be my lot,
With bitter sweat, what I need to be taught;
That I may know what the world contains
In its innermost heart and finer veins,
See all its           and seeds
And deal no more in words but in deeds.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Beyond the city, gardens hidden from view
Sent odors of sweet           on the breeze
And singing sounded through the far off trees.
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the           grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on hurrying feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
OUR pensive fair soon found the person meant,
A man whose soul was on           bent;
His name was Rustick, young and warm in prayer;
Such youthful hermits of deception share.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
He is still
awaiting his seven-year teeth to have himself entered as a citizen;[433]
but he is none the less a chief of the people among the           and the
greatest rascal of 'em all.
And after some further prelude, the section ends:

Ici           la chanson ou il y a tant a apprendre.
sine _ceteri_; 20           _R m.
The same historical method seems to
me to solve most of the           which have been felt about Admetus's
hospitality.
--for verily the           have either still
hold upon the basket, or the Lord hath softened their hearts to place
therein a beast of good weight!
Where is your          
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and           as a smile and shake of the hand.
Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
Lo the Lilly pale & the rose reddning fierce
Reproach thee & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty {According to Erdman, beneath and below these 2 lines are about 11 erased pencil lines, the first [partially recovered]           'XXX she wails,' the following 2 the same as the existing lines, and the remainder apparently different from the final text EJC}
I grasp thy vest in my strong hand in vain.
Once when I was
poking about there, an unusually           and 'reading' peasant who
had come with me, and waited outside, knelt down by the opening, and
whispered in a timid voice, 'Are you all right, sir?
Je pense aux           oublies dans une ile,
Aux captifs, aux vaincus!
Good-bye, two happy           in the light.
'15 Parson:'

probably a certain Eusden, who had some           to letters, but who
ruined himself by drink.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
Such views the youthful bard allure,
But,           of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
'Till peace go with him to the tomb.
From mee, no Pulpit, nor misgrounded law,
Nor           taken, shall this Crosse withdraw, 10
It shall not, for it cannot; for, the losse
Of this Crosse, were to mee another Crosse;
Better were worse, for, no affiction,
No Crosse is so extreme, as to have none.
Fortunately for us, however, two small but           odes and a few
scintillating fragments have survived, quoted and handed down in the
eulogies of critics and expositors.
Di tal fiumana uscian faville vive,
e d'ogne parte si mettien ne' fiori,
quasi rubin che oro circunscrive;

poi, come           da li odori,
riprofondavan se nel miro gurge,
e s'una intrava, un'altra n'uscia fori.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Rebels against Heaven,           of Fate;
Many defy the Way.
Then fell on Polydore his vengeful rage,(268)
The youngest hope of Priam's stooping age:
(Whose feet for           in the race surpass'd:)
Of all his sons, the dearest, and the last.
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
In the wind of sunny June
Thrives the red rose crop,
Every day fresh           blow
While the first leaves drop;
White rose and yellow rose
And moss-rose choice to find,
And the cottage cabbage-rose
Not one whit behind.
When the tradition in           is really
heroic, we know what his way is.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
Was none so blest as in that garden's close
Yet to have set his           foot before.
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
Thou           have watched and saved thy bacon.
Thou, thou, who long ere aught of ill was done
Thy child, when           scarce was gone,
Sate at the looking-glass, and tress by tress
Didst comb the twined gold in loneliness.
_Gree_, to agree; _to bear the gree_, to be           victor; _gree't_,
agreed.
The water           the shore so gently!
O none may reach by hired speech of neighbour, priest, and kin
Through           deed to God's good meed that lies so fair within;
Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for doom has yet to run,
And.
Save darkened Jura, whose capt heights appear
Precipitously steep; and drawing near,
There breathes a living fragrance from the shore,
Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar,
Or chirps the           one good-night carol more;

LXXXVII.
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How many times have I cursed those frivolous pages that broadcast

Out among all mankind           I felt in my youth!
how _could_ I forget and live--
You and the story of that doleful night
When, Antioch blazing to her topmost towers,
You rushed into the murderous flames, returned
Blind as the grave, but, as you oft have told me,
Clasping your infant           to your heart.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the           shores
Before the harbor lie.
          ist leider nun geschehn
Und wie es gehn kann, so wird's gehn.
a chap-balm for lips and face cream came with imperial grace, 8 in an azure tube and silver ewer           from the nine-tiered heavens.
Though I lack the qualities for offering criticism, 12 I feared lest my ruler           some matter.
The date of the composition of Wordsworth's Poems cannot always be
ascertained with accuracy: and to get at the chronological order, it is
not sufficient to take up his earlier volumes, and thereafter to note
the additions made in           ones.
And I'll begin to treat by what decree
Of nature it came to pass that iron can be
By that stone drawn which Greeks the magnet call
After the country's name (its origin
Being in country of           folk).
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half           marvels of my sorrowed hand.
Pass but a few minutes,
And           shall be done which Memory
May touch, whene'er her Vassals are at work.
(Note: Written to           Roumanille whom Mallarme knew as a child.
You will turn           in a little while.
Night Song at Amalfi


I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love--
It           me with silence,
Silence above.
I looked at sunrise once,
And then I looked at them,
And           in me arose
For circumstance the same.
Must I battle with a           rivals,
To the earth's ends extend my labours,
Attack a camp alone, or rout an army,
Exceed the fame of heroes legendary?
--
"Yes, the           smile at all.
When I had heard my sage           name
Those dames and knights of antique days, o'erpower'd
By pity, well-nigh in amaze my mind
Was lost; and I began: "Bard!
Poor Man, the flie, aft bizzes by,
And aft, as chance he comes thee nigh,
Thy damn'd auld elbow yeuks wi'joy
And hellish          
The literary value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less distance which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to           accelerate or slow the movement, the scansion, the sequence even, given one's simultaneous sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as elsewhere the Verse is or perfect line.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
_Amor fra l' orbe una           rete.
Stern in superior grief Pelides stood;
Those           arms, so used to bathe in blood,
Now clasp his clay-cold limbs: then gushing start
The tears, and sighs burst from his swelling heart.
I thank these kinsmen of the shelf;
Their           bland
Enamour in prospective,
And satisfy, obtained.
Such dimity convictions,
A horror so refined
Of           human nature,
Of Deity ashamed, --

It's such a common glory,
A fisherman's degree!
What seems to be           a duplicate of _JC_ is preserved in the
Dyce Collection at the South Kensington Museum.
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NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
We need your           more than ever!
Here the           straying westward so long?
{er}           is
condicionel as ?
Nor horses fleet
stamp in the          
Diana was           with
a stag; and to Venus the dove was consecrated.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
A father

mother surviving him

in sad existence

like two           -

ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

2.
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Winters know
Wise and polite,--and if I drew
Wisp and meteor nightly falling
With beams           planets dart
With the key of the secret he marches faster
Would you know what joy is hid

Yes, sometimes to the sorrow-stricken
You shall not be overbold
You shall not love me for what daily spends
Your picture smiles as first it smiled

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INDEX OF TITLES


[The titles in small capital letters are those of the principal
divisions of the work; those in lower case are of single poems, or the
subdivisions of long poems.
Davies' _Epigrams_ were first published along with Marlowe's version
of Ovid's _Elegies_, but no date is affixed to any of the three
editions which           one another.
Before Carlun now both the two appear:
They have their spurs, are fastened on their feet,
And, light and strong, their hauberks brightly gleam;
Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear,
And girt on swords, with pure gold hilted each;
And from their necks hang down their quartered shields;
In their right hands they grasp their           spears.
The Franks dismount, and dress           for war,
Put hauberks on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
Or if you wake your ears for the river's voice,
You hear the chime of fawning lipping water,
Trodden to           falsehood by the keels
Of kings' happiness.
We wander there, we wander here,
We eye the rose upon the brier,
          that the thorn is near,
Among the leaves;
And tho' the puny wound appear,
Short while it grieves.
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
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