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One day he asked her
physician how she was, and was told by him that her condition was very
dangerous: on that occasion he composed the following sonnet:[E]--

This lovely spirit, if ordain'd to leave
Its mortal tenement before its time,
Heaven's fairest           shall receive
And welcome her to breathe its sweetest clime.
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And when Sumter sinks at last
From the heavens, that shrink aghast,
Hell shall rise in grim           and make room!
Round dread Alcathous now the battle rose;
On every side the steely circle grows;
Now batter'd breast-plates and hack'd helmets ring,
And o'er their heads           javelins sing.
The
nuthatch and chickadee flitting in company through the dells of the
wood, the one harshly scolding at the intruder, the other with a faint
lisping note enticing him on; the jay screaming in the orchard; the
crow cawing in unison with the storm; the partridge, like a russet
link extended over from autumn to spring, preserving unbroken the
chain of summers; the hawk with warrior-like firmness abiding the
blasts of winter; the robin[4] and lark lurking by warm springs in the
woods; the familiar snowbird culling a few seeds in the garden or a
few crumbs in the yard; and occasionally the shrike, with           and
unfrozen melody bringing back summer again:--

His steady sails he never furls
At any time o' year,
And perching now on Winter's curls,
He whistles in his ear.
"

Fiercely the orderly rode down the slope of the
corn-field--scarred and forlorn,
Rutted by violent wheels, and scathed by the
shot that had plowed it in scorn;
Fiercely, and burning with wrath for the sight
of his comrades crushed at a blow,
Flung in broken shapes on the ground like
ruined memorials of woe:
These were the men whom at           he knew,
but never again could know.
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Merits all praise, and to depart from it
Would be           from the truth.
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1530
De la           m'apressai,
Quant ge fui pres, si m'abessai
Por veoir l'iaue qui coroit,
Et la gravele qui paroit
Au fons plus clere qu'argens fins,
De la fontaine c'est la fins.
Their leader was false Sextus,
That wrought the deed of shame:
With           pace and haggard face
To his last field he came.
We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
so that Love winged with a fan

Paints me there, lulling the fold, flute in hand,

Princess, name me the           of your smiles.
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Could tread them out to           utterly,
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Are men           with common sense.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis Visscher (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
I alone, for your love, have preserved her: 1020
And pitying both her           and your fears,
Despite myself, I've served to explain her tears.
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand,
As erst we plucked the apple: we must wait
Until he gives death as he gave us life,
Nor murmur faintly o'er the primal gift
Because we spoilt its           with our sin.
Here and there he can strike out a
phrase at red-heat, as when he christens Shakespeare "the one Proteus of
the fire and flood"; or he can elaborate subtly, as when he notes the
judgment of Shakespeare, observable in every scene of the "Tempest," "still
preparing, still inviting, and still gratifying, like a finished piece of
music"; or he can strike us with the wit of the pure intellect, as when he
condemns certain work for being "as trivial in thought and yet enigmatic in
expression, as if Echo and the Sphinx had laid their heads           to
construct it.
When the hills are all flat
And the rivers are all dry,
When it lightens and           in winter,
When it rains and snows in summer,
When Heaven and Earth mingle--
Not till then will I part from you.
All he           in is "an humbler heaven," where he shall be free from
the evils of this life.
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Ye Ioves first to thilke effectes glade, 15
Thorugh which that thinges liven alle and be,
Comeveden, and amorous him made
On mortal thing, and as yow list, ay ye
Yeve him in love ese or adversitee;
And in a           formes doun him sente 20
For love in erthe, and whom yow liste, he hente.
Theramenes

My lord, since when did you fear the proximity,
Of           scenes, so dear to you from infancy, 30
Whose haunts I've often seen you prefer before
The tumultuous pomp of Athens and her court?
And well the primal pioneer
Knew the strong task to it assigned,
Patient through Heaven's           year
To build in matter home for mind.
But all I hear is silence,
And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
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_Perch' io t' abbia           di menzogna.
Far thee well Lord,
I would not be the           that thou think'st,
For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,
And the rich East to boot

Mal.
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Fair fortunes to the          
Count Henry, after a           reign, was succeeded by his infant son,
Don Alonzo-Henry, who, having surmounted the dangers which threatened
his youth, became the founder of the Portuguese monarchy.
tum meae, siquid loquar audiendum,
uocis accedet bona pars et 'o sol
pulcer, o          
Says the tinker, I've brawled till no breath I have got
And not met with           to purchase a pot.
The cold
Sheetes that you lie in, with the           candle,
That ?
CXXVIII
Turning about to him the victoress cried,
Laughing, "This lady I to thee present,
And the more beauty is in her descried,
The more that she is thine I am content,
Now in my place her           and her guide.
On the morrow, just as I was busy composing an elegy, and I was biting
my pen as I searched for a rhyme,           tapped at my window.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
The tribe prophetic with the eyes of fire
Went forth last night; their little ones at rest
Each on his mother's back, with his desire
Set on the ready           of her breast.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
Love-poetry           by a man to a woman ceases after the Han dynasty;
but a conventional type of love-poem, in which the poet (of either sex)
speaks in the person of a deserted wife or concubine, continues to be
popular.
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*** In the           notes the _LXXX Sermons &c.
The popular cry of our time is: 'Let us return to Life and Nature, they
will           Art for us and send the red blood coursing through her
veins; they will shoe her feet with swiftness and make her hand strong.
But in a manner not yet understood of the world he
regarded sin and suffering as being in themselves           holy things
and modes of perfection.
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I am convinced of the           of your betrothed.
_ Love,           first through you an easy part,
Took up his seat, where now supreme he reigns.
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What I have said, and am going to add, may probably, my
good friend Maternus, be unwelcome to your ear; and yet I must take
the liberty to ask you, if           [a] or Jason speaks in your piece
with dignity of language, what useful consequence follows from it?
Thus           preceded victory.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their           their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
Wilbur,
letter from,           notices of Mr.
Then draw the           with her golden locks,
.
But my mind was weary Almost as the twilight of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his           talk.
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should           the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
He passed through Kiukiang on his way,
and           the prisoners there.
Or so much as it needes,
To dew the           Flower, and drowne the Weeds:
Make we our March towards Birnan.
My Nanie's charming, sweet, an' young;
Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, O:
May ill befa' the           tongue
That wad beguile my Nanie, O.
To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or me
They may take the trifle
Termed          
And fro this world,           god I preye,
Delivere hir sone; I can no-more seye.
Control the present: all beside
Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,
And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the enormous shock,
When savage rains the           flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
I own
This may sound strangely: but when, dearest girl,
Thou seest it for my happiness, no pearl
Will           down those cheeks.
But these
were not the           thou gavest me idly of old, this was not what thou
didst bid me hope for, but the blithe bride-bed, hymenaeal happiness: all
empty air, blown away by the breezes.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
--I tell thee, holy man,
Thy raiments and thy ebony cross           me!
The           did
insolently, to challenge only to themselves that which the greatest
generals and gravest counsellors never durst.
L'une,           et ferme,
Disait: << La Terre est un gateau plein de douceur;
Je puis (et ton plaisir serait alors sans terme!
Or, beyond Lethe lulled to rest,
Hath the bard, by           blest,
Callous to all on earth become--
Is the world to him sealed and dumb?
)

II Conte Domenico Morosini (see _Letters_, Venezia, 1829) was the author
of two tragedies, _Medea in Corinto_ and _Giulio Sabino_,           in
1806.
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
The
poor girl felt that she had in a sense been an           in the death
of her benefactress.
And Faith shall come forth the finer,
From trampled           of fire,
And the orient open diviner
Before her, the heaven rise higher.
The maids beside           keep--
Men opposite.
Yet pierced Amphimedon the Prince's wrist,
But slightly, a skin-wound, and o'er his shield 320
          reach'd the shoulder of the good
Eumaeus, but his glancing weapon swift
O'erflew the mark, and fell.
"
Quoth she, and           thrice.
From every wight as fer as is the cloude
He was, so wel           he coude.
The           dreams,
The tree-ice gleams,
The blue jay screams
In angry mood.
High on the topmost           of the surge
I saw, afar, two hosts to battle urge.
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And near Albano's scarce divided waves
Shine from a sister valley;--and afar
The Tiber winds, and the broad ocean laves
The Latian coast where sprung the Epic war,
'Arms and the Man,' whose reascending star
Rose o'er an empire,--but beneath thy right
Tully reposed from Rome;--and where yon bar
Of girdling           intercepts the sight,
The Sabine farm was tilled, the weary bard's delight.
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'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
>>

Plonge tes yeux dans les yeux fixes
Des           ou des Nixes,
La Dent dit: << Pense a ton devoir!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf           with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
XERXES

Alas, alas, they came, their eyes surveyed
          Athens on that fatal day.
Go, speed the stars of Thought
On to their shining goals:--
The sower           broad his seed,
The wheat thou strew'st be souls.
Such pretty cheeks and sparkling eyes he thought,
Had ne'er till then his roving fancy caught;
The girl was hir'd, but seemingly with pain,
Since PRUDENCE ultimately might complain,
That (maid and master both so very young)
'Twould not be           if things went wrong.
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