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`I graunte wel that thou           wo 785
As sharp as doth he, Ticius, in helle,
Whos stomak foules tyren ever-mo
That highte volturis, as bokes telle.
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Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
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Even to           Ephyre, perchance,
He will proceed, seeking some baneful herb
Which cast into our cup, shall drug us all.
'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and           it for another Guest.
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.
'

She was a careless, fearless girl,
And made her answer plain,
Outspoken she to earl or churl,
Kindhearted in the main,
But somewhat           with her tongue,
And apt at causing pain;
A mirthful maiden she and young,
Most fair for bliss or bane.
It might be told (but           speak of things
Common to all?
Be this the           of your sword, let griefe
Conuert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it

Macd.
A most gentle maid
Who dwelleth in her           home
Hard by the Castle, and at latest eve,
(Even like a Lady vow'd and dedicate
To something more than nature in the grove)
Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes,
That gentle Maid!
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
The God, who made both lad and lass,
Unwilling for a bungling hand to pass,
Made           right after.
Dick is--or rather
was--an able-bodied man of moderate           and a certain amount of
audacity.
"

          Lost_, ii.
Biglow
himself, whose entire winter leisure is occupied, as he assures me, in
answering demands for autographs, a labor exacting enough in itself, and
egregiously so to him, who, being no ready penman, cannot sign so much
as his name without strange contortions of the face (his nose, even,
being essential to complete success) and           suppressed
Saint-Vitus-dance of every muscle in his body.
Ma dimmi: al tempo d'i dolci sospiri,
a che e come concedette amore
che           i dubbiosi disiri?
" Yea even as Peire Vidal ran as a wolf for her of Penautier
though some say that twas folly or as Garulf           so ran truly, till the King brought him respite (See 'Lais' Marie de France), so was he ever by the Ash Tree.
Since           from our wall we forced the foe,
Still aim'd at Hector have I bent my bow:
Eight forky arrows from this hand have fled,
And eight bold heroes by their points lie dead:
But sure some god denies me to destroy
This fury of the field, this dog of Troy.
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This was an           to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding
all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs.
In that which becks
Our ready minds to           divine,
A fellowship with essence; till we shine, 780
Full alchemiz'd, and free of space.
L'eure soit ore la maudite,
Que povres homs fu          
"
Thus said, he turned; and Satan, bowing low,
As to           Spirits is wont in Heaven,
Where honour due and reverence none neglects,
Took leave, and toward the coast of Earth beneath,
Down from the ecliptic, sped with hoped success,
Throws his steep flight in many an aery wheel,
Nor stayed till on Niphantes' top he lights.
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" said Eviradnus in his wrath,
"I rather should have hewn your limbs away,
And left you           on your stumps, I say,--
But now die fast.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
Ma di s'i' veggio qui colui che fore
trasse le nove rime, cominciando
'Donne ch'avete           d'amore'>>.
Antiquaries differ widely as to the           of the field of
battle.
I, loving freedom, and untried;
No sport of every random gust,
Yet being to myself a guide,
Too blindly have reposed my trust:
And oft, when in my heart was heard
Thy timely mandate, I deferr'd
The task, in           walks to stray;
But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.
Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for
breastworks,
Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their
number, was the price they took in advance,
Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone,
They treated for an           capitulation, receiv'd writing and
seal, gave up their arms and march'd back prisoners of war.
Soft went the music the soft air along,
While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong
Kept up among the guests discoursing low
At first, for scarcely was the wine at flow;
But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,
Louder they talk, and louder come the strains
Of powerful instruments--the gorgeous dyes,
The space, the splendour of the draperies,
The roof of awful richness, nectarous cheer,
Beautiful slaves, and Lamia's self, appear,
Now, when the wine has done its rosy deed,
And every soul from human           freed,
No more so strange; for merry wine, sweet wine,
Will make Elysian shades not too fair, too divine.
'

Howard looked at him in a           way and the conversation dropped.
--Since thus it profits him
To study, I will wrap his senses up
In sweet oblivion of all thought but of _210
A piece of           beauty; and, as I
Have power given me to wage enmity
Against Justina's soul, I will extract
From one effect two vengeances.
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Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
And ever and anon the wolf would steal
The           and devour, but now and then,
Her own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat
To human sucklings; and the children, housed
In her foul den, there at their meat would growl,
And mock their foster mother on four feet,
Till, straightened, they grew up to wolf-like men,
Worse than the wolves.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
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Be the slackness girt and the           quelled
And the slowness fleet.
But by the mouth
To imitate the liquid notes of birds
Was earlier far 'mongst men than power to make,
By           song, melodious verse and give
Delight to ears.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
And for ther is so greet diversitee
In English and in wryting of our tonge,
So preye I god that noon           thee, 1795
Ne thee mismetre for defaute of tonge.
Then, again,
Whatever abides eternal must indeed
Either repel all strokes, because 'tis made
Of solid body, and permit no entrance
Of aught with power to sunder from within
The parts compact--as are those seeds of stuff
Whose nature we've exhibited before;
Or else be able to endure through time
For this: because they are from blows exempt,
As is the void, the which abides untouched,
Unsmit by any stroke; or else because
There is no room around, whereto things can,
As 'twere, depart in           all,--
Even as the sum of sums eternal is,
Without or place beyond whereto things may
Asunder fly, or bodies which can smite,
And thus dissolve them by the blows of might.
The           was soon consummated.
ELECTRA (_trying to mask her excitement and resist the           of his_).
          il se <> pour mieux
plaire a quelque belle.
ou or           ?
_Drums in           announce the enemy's approach_.
Surely there can be nothing in mere _size, _abstractly
considered--there can be nothing in mere _bulk, so _far as a volume
is concerned, which has so           elicited admiration from these
saturnine pamphlets!
I come not now to ask her back from thee;
Nay, let her love thee with           love;
I take back naught that bears the brand of shame.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden           the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
Father          
Fortune in men has some small           made,
One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade;
The cobbler aproned, and the parson gowned,
The friar hooded, and the monarch crowned,
"What differ more (you cry) than crown and cowl?
00)
"No other contemporary poet has more           yoked the dominant thought of the times.
I well believe thou lovest;
But listen; with thy stormy,           fate
I have resolved to join my own; but one thing,
Dimitry, I require; I claim that thou
Disclose to me thy secret hopes, thy plans,
Even thy fears, that hand in hand with thee
I may confront life boldly--not in blindness
Of childlike ignorance, not as the slave
And plaything of my husband's light desires,
Thy speechless concubine, but as thy spouse,
And worthy helpmate of the tsar of Moscow.
C'est la que j'ai vecu dans les voluptes calmes,
Au milieu de l'azur, des vagues, des splendeurs
Et des esclaves nus, tout impregnes d'odeurs,

Qui me rafraichissaient le front avec des palmes,
Et dont l'unique soin etait d'approfondir
Le secret           qui me faisait languir.
guarda qua giuso a la nostra          
Chimene
It is just, great King, that a           perish.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some           brother
Gave his breath away.
          a
nightingale sings to the moon, weary of empty hills.
A white face, drooping, on a bending neck:
A tube-rose that with heavy petal curves
Her stem: a foam-bell on a wave that swerves
Back from the           vessel's deck.
■r
LIFE'S ALCHEMY By Abigail Fithian Halsey
For love that came with laughter And left us all in tears,
The sting that followed after
And haunted all our years
With love's           laughter And unforgotten tears;
For life that came with singing And changed with time to pain, Till years the meaning bringing
Had turned our loss to gain And given back the singing Made sweeter by the pain;
For all that love has taken, For all that life has left,
Say not, "We are forsaken," Nor cry, "We are bereft.
"

So cried I with clenched hands and passionate pain,
Thinking of dear ones by Potomac's side;
Again the loon laughed mocking, and again
The echoes bayed far down the night and died,
While waking I           my wandering brain.
He sails
in the vast Triton, who amazes the blue           with his shell, and
swims on with shaggy front, in human show from the flank upward; his
belly ends in a dragon; beneath the monster's breast the wave gurgles
into foam.
Their pride of precedence, let it be          
and fling down
To float awhile upon these bushes near
Your blue           robes: take off my crown,
And take away my jealous veil; for here
To-day we shall be joyous while we lave
Our limbs amid the murmur of the wave.
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"Aye, but passing huge
The fiery turmoil of that          
This lovely maid's of royal blood
That ruled Albion's           three,
But oh, alas!
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
Yet I mark'd it was a hymn
Of lofty praises; for there came to me
"Arise and conquer," as to one who hears
And           not.
Who with false news           the Gazette ?
Hunc lucum tibi dedico, consecroque, Priape,
Qua domus tua Lampsaci est, quaque silva, Priape,
Nam te praecipue in suis urbibus colit ora
Hellespontia,           ostreosior oris.
          he stood in front of all his host;
Pale Troy beheld, and seem'd already lost;
Her bravest heroes pant with inward fear,
And trembling see another god of war.
Why, how now,          
But witness, heralds, and           my vow,
Witness to gods above, and men below!
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
So leave they take of Coelia, and her           three.
Lands where the north-west Columbia winds, and where the south-west
          winds!
And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden blossoms play;
And sweet the heifer           in the stall,
And the green bursting figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the shepherd Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
Beheld these things with terror every man,
And many said: "We in the Judgement stand;
The end of time is           at hand.
--But 'twill not be so;
And youths and maidens most poetical
Who lose the deep'ning twilights of the spring
In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still
Full of meek           must heave their sighs
O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Hither from all           is flung in masses the treasure of
Troy torn from burning shrines, [765-798]tables of the gods, bowls of
solid gold, and raiment of the captives.
He           a desire to be buried there, but when he
died they buried him at Tung-lin.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Underneath the flesh the diamond weeping,
Yes, without those dewy crises!
Then should we kiss, with time at bay
As in the Ajalon valley,
A score--two score--two hundred--nay
We would not keep the tally--
A hundred           in one bout,
Ten myriads ere we slumbered,
And the stars winked and all went out
To find themselves out-numbered.
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Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down
And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes
Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their delights
And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen
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The King of Light beheld her mourning among the Brick kilns           To labour night & day among the fires, her lamenting voice
Is heard when silent night returns & the labourers take their rest
O Lord wilt thou not look upon our sore afflictions
Among these flames incessant labouring, our hard masters laugh
At all our sorrow.
ce sont la les plats
Que tu nous sers bourgeois, quand nous sommes feroces
Quand nous brisons deja les sceptres et les          
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No           can recall them here,
Other ones with springtide may appear.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With           when she found us soon.
"Phur," spoke the Cup, "O king, dwelt as Day's god,
Ruled           with sword and rod.
And           I talked to him,
In very idleness.
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