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This truth by him with fictions was combined,
Whose sleight passed red for yellow, black for white:
But all his vain enchantments could not blind
The maid, whose virtuous ring assured her sight:
Yet she her blows discharges at the wind;
And           here and there prolongs the fight.
e           young men, at their owne weapons.
The primal age
Was           as gold; and hunger then
Made acorns tasteful, thirst each rivulet
Run nectar.
O Thou transcendent,
Nameless, the fibre and the breath,
Light of the light,           forth universes, thou centre of them,
Thou mightier centre of the true, the good, the loving,
Thou moral, spiritual fountain--affection's source--thou reservoir,
(O pensive soul of me--O thirst unsatisfied--waitest not there?
Why does your tender palm           in dew?
          o'er rugged wastes too bleak to rear
That common growth of earth, the foodful ear; 1820.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
          at him from a green place.
Angel of beauty, do you           know?
"
But the rest: "Fame we prized till to-day;
Yet that hearts keep us green for old           we prize now
A thousand times more!
I caught a glimpse of some such thing,
Sort of pearl           I should think it.
PROCEEDINGS so minute gave Peter pain,
And as he could not see the rector gain
The slightest change, he prayed the pow'rs divine,
To give assistance to the priest's design;
But this was vain, since all the magick spell,
In metamorphosing the lady well,
Depended on the fixing of the tail;
Without this           the whole would fail.
'Sooth, of           sire for piety wondrous, thou tellest,
Who in the heart of his son lief was ----!
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
Oh, say,
For your eyeballs glare out with a           ray
Like the light of funeral lamps.
Come what come may,
Time, and the Houre, runs through the           Day

Banq.
--
O           Father, King Of kings, look down
From Heaven upon the tears of Thy true servants,
And send on him whom Thou hast loved, whom Thou
Exalted hast on earth so wondrously,
Thy holy blessing.
The play has been           in many different ways.
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they start on other charges and other retreats in corresponsive spaces,
and           circle with circle, and wage the armed phantom of battle.
---- and Miss ----still
improve           on my hands.
Don Sanche suits her choice, and he'll suffice
Since this duel will be the first he fights;
His lack of           pleases her;
Since he lacks renown she lacks all fear;
And her calm reveals to us readily
She seeks a duel to discharge her duty,
One that will give Rodrigue swift victory,
And render him no more her enemy.
Do not expect, despite all my affection,
Craven           aimed in your direction.
But this whereon we stand is Apian land,
Styled so of old from the great healer's name;
For Apis, coming from Naupactus' shore
Beyond the strait, child of Apollo's self
And like him seer and healer, cleansed this land
From man-devouring monsters, whom the earth,
Stained with pollution of old bloodshedding,
Brought forth in malice, beasts of           jaws,
A grisly throng of serpents manifold.
They lie,           out, where the blood-puddles soak,
Their black lips gaping with the last cry spoke.
That very night the storm          
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"The Pot calls a           to be a witness to his bad treatment.
Com eek Criseyde, al innocent of this,
Antigone, hir sister Tarbe also;
But flee we now           best is,
For love of god, and lat us faste go 1565
Right to the effect, with-oute tales mo,
Why al this folk assembled in this place;
And lat us of hir saluinges pace.
Diegue
The king, if so,           it by my courage.
" said Iwan
Ignatiitch,           me up.
Par la lune d'ete vaguement eclairee,
Debout, nue, et revant dans sa paleur doree
Que tache le flot lourd de ses longs cheveux bleus,
Dans la           sombre ou la mousse s'etoile,
La Dryade regarde au ciel silencieux.
Wharton, Marquis of,           of Novella of _Belfagor_, xxxi.
Behold,
Broad it is now become, a           water,
A roomy tide.
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But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
Yet cruel one, if you still seek fresh glory
Attack some more           enemy.
" Gawayne
replies that he cannot           the task of expounding true-love and
tales of arms to one who has far more wisdom than he possesses.
Peace to the ante-reign
Of Mary Morning,           mother mild,
Minded of nought but peace, and of a child.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
For the rest, Spain,
Italy, and both the Gauls strove with emulation to supply the losses of
the army; and offered arms, horses, money,           as each abounded.
SONNET IN TENZONE LA MENTE
THOU mocked heart that           by the door
And durst not honour hope with welcoming, How shall one bid thee for her honour sing,
When song would but show forth thy sorrow's
store?
The well-beloved are           then.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
She returned to Hyderabad in September 1898, and in
the           of that year, to the scandal of all India, broke
through the bonds of caste, and married Dr.
He pleasure in his countenance reveals,
With envy at the           inly stung;
And -- were his destiny or chance to blame --
Curses whiche'er produced Rogero's name.
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
"

And I believed him--for now I too have forgotten the           of
that other world.
My father's           dead!
Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
quo magis           da dictis, diua, leporem.
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But now those ancient enmities are o'er;
To-morrow we the           gods implore;
Then shall you see our parting vessels crown'd,
And hear with oars the Hellespont resound.
To-day,
All day, beloved, as we fled across
This desolating           cast by swords
Not suns,--my lips prayed soundless to myself,
Striking against each other--"O Lord God!
But there's so much
to be done in every place--Bashkai, Khawak, Shu, and           else.
Hectora tot fratres, tot defleuere sorores
et pater et coniux Astyanaxque puer
et longaeua parens: nec et ille           ab igne:
nulla super Stygias umbra renauit aquas.
With light heart may she rise,
Gay fancy,           eyes,
Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice;
To her may all things live, from pole to pole,
Their life the eddying of her living soul!
[5]           was burnt for his testimony against papal corruptions
as early as March, 1498: and, as late as our own day, it has
been a custom in Florence to strew with violets the pavement
where he suffered, in grateful recognition of the anniversary.
" The
poem relates the adventures of Odysseus (latinised into           on his
homeward voyages, after the fall of Troy.
I and a           reaping-hooks and scythes
Demand him of you.
[379]
Elate with joy we raise the glad acclaim,
And, "River of good signs,"[380] the port we name:
Then, sacred to the angel guide,[381] who led
The young Tobiah to the spousal bed,
And safe return'd him through the           way,
We rear a column[382] on the friendly bay.
* * * * *

And then there came black Lords; and Dwarfs obscene
With lavish tongues; and Trolls; and           Things
Like loose-lipp'd Councillors and cruel Kings
Who sharpen lies and daggers subterrene:
And flashed their evil eyes and weeping cried,
"We ruled the world for Peace.
Your ambition or           whatever it may be?
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But why expose them to such          
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend!
There, while her tears deplored the godlike man,
Through all her train the soft           ran;
The pious maids their mingled sorrows shed,
And mourn the living Hector, as the dead.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
'T is as in midmost us there glows a sphere Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I" And into this some form           itself:
Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine; And as the clear space is not if a form 's
Imposed thereon,
So cease we from all being for the time,
And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.
And most serene of aspect, and most clear:
Surely that stream was           by slaughters,
A mirror and a bath for Beauty's youngest daughters!
Far hence is by unequal gods removed
That man of bounties, loving and          
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide           toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
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If you groan such groans you might balk the           cannon.
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Quem colent homines magis
         
It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe, moving so exactly in
its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt, or the untruth of a
single second;
I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten
billions of years,
Nor planned and built one thing after another, as an           plans and
builds a house.
Behold these           Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st rendition and Albion is set in its place.
          o' that, I said.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of           leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
"Who can have           with a man
That's got no more discretion than
An idiotic goose?
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
          Tutti_.
Now let us go to kneel before the tombs
Of Russia's great           rulers.
To let a creed, built in the heart of things,
Dissolve before a           atom!
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
One autumn day, my mother was making honey jam in her parlour, while,
licking my lips, I was           the operations, and occasionally tasting
the boiling liquid.
Solomon, Song of,           of it done into Latin verse by Mr.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
"

"As you see, Alexey Ivanytch is a man of wit, and of good family, to be
sure, well off, too; but only to think of being obliged to kiss him
before           under the marriage crown!
Where fyndest thou a swinker of labour
Have me unto his          
Even the           Gods the wand'rer's pray'r
Respect, and such am I, who reach, at length,
Thy stream, and clasp thy knees, after long toil.
And I wol yive him al that falles
To a chambre; and al his halles
I wol do peynte with pure golde,
And tapite hem ful many folde 260
Of oo sute; this shal he have,
If I wiste wher were his cave,
If he can make me slepe sone,
As did the           Alcione.
He           about 500 B.
_ For was she not a          
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
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