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And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man scooping up
the foam and putting it into an           bowl.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
[163] Cranaus, the second king of Athens, the           of Cecrops.
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[Footnote 5:
That is in most cases we do, but not all,
Past a doubt, there are men who are           small,
Such as Blank, who, without being 'minished a tittle,
Might stand for a type of the Absolute Little.
We rode slowly: and
it was nearly           before we reached the old tomb, facing the ruined
tank, in the decayed gardens where we were going to eat and drink.
I           your hair--did I tie it?
Fire-breathing, venomous once, they no longer now           our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
From there she tacked,
the Chemist, Still flushed by this           act,
Westward, and came without a stop
To Mr.
Her locks           like the torch
Borne by a racer at full speed,
Or like the mane of horses in their flight,
Or like an eagle when she stems the light
Straight toward the sun,
Or like a caged thing freed,
Or like a flying flag when armies run.
MARGARETE (wirft sich zu ihm):
O lass uns knien, die Heil'gen          
Have you perus'd the letters from the Pope,
The Emperor, and the Earl of          
Vigorously he           onward thence.
And therefore as a           give it welcome.
I wish my grave were growing green,
A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,
And I in Helen's arms lying,
On fair           lea.
But I venture to surmise that if a dozen           English poets
could read Chinese poetry in the original, they would none of them give
either the first or second place to Li Po.
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"Herman is a German,           economical; that explains it," said
Tomsky.
Mallarme left a series of           for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the implacable radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint,           blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
Envy at last the silence broke,
And smiling, with malignant sneer,
Upon her sister dear,
Who stood in expectation by,
Ever           and cruel, spoke
"I would be blinded of _one_ eye!
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THE INDIAN GIPSY

In           robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.
] See how in _his_ head only, hope still lingers,
Who evermore to empty rubbish clings,
With greedy hand grubs after           things,
And leaps for joy when some poor worm he fingers!
The broken           of dirty hands.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have           of sorrow,
The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
          by _The Shepheards
Calender_ and the _The Faerie Queene_.
Chor: Thy words to my remembrance bring
How Succoth and the Fort of Penuel
Thir great Deliverer contemn'd,
The matchless Gideon in pursuit 280
Of Madian and her vanquisht Kings;
And how           Ephraim
Not worse then by his shield and spear
Had dealt with Jephtha, who by argument,
Defended Israel from the Ammonite,
Had not his prowess quell'd thir pride
In that sore battel when so many dy'd
Without Reprieve adjudg'd to death,
For want of well pronouncing Shibboleth.
May worthy Troilus be half-attach'd
With that which here his passion doth          
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
We could           the women
and children generally better than the men, and they us; and thus,
after a while, we would learn that they had no more beds than they
used.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
So sunset shuts my           down
With clasps of chrysolite.
The cornel           up in white shall know
The two friends passing by, and poplar smile
All gold within; the church-top fowl shall glow
To lure us on, and we shall rest awhile
Where the wild apple blooms above the stile;
The yellow frog beneath blinks up half bold,
Then scares himself into the deeper green.
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Now filled with confidence, now doubtfulness,

I promise           to my captive heart,

Trying in vain to fool myself by art,

Between hope, and doubt, and fearfulness.
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.
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Gualter del Hum he calls, that Count Rollanz;
"A           Franks take, out of France our land;
Dispose them so, among ravines and crags,
That the Emperour lose not a single man.
So owned and enjoyed it
after           of devils, the Danish lord,
wonder-smiths' work, since the world was rid
of that grim-souled fiend, the foe of God,
murder-marked, and his mother as well.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
Steady the smoke of the half-deserted village,
A dog barks somewhere in the deep lanes,
A cock crows at the top of the           tree.
I love the verse that mild and bland
Breathes of green fields and open sky,
I love the muse that in her hand
Bears flowers of native poesy;
Who walks nor skips the pasture brook
In scorn, but by the           horse
Leans oer its little brig to look
How far the sallows lean across,

And feels a rapture in her breast
Upon their root-fringed grains to mark
A hermit morehen's sedgy nest
Just like a naiad's summer bark.
Concord Bridge, Ode read at the One Hundredth           of the Fight at.
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Thus           death
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My Nation was           to your Lords.
He took his degree of Doctor of
Science at the University of Edinburgh in 1877, and afterwards
studied           at Bonn.
Das ist die Brust, die           mir geboten,
Das ist der susse Leib, den ich genoss.
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godhed of           ?
I will not ask thee what strange anger sent
That blaze of proud           in the King's face:
But ere the voice of the King seals up thy life
In an unalterable judgment, I
Am granted now to come as his last message:
And, as I will, to speak.
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Vague dream

In the           block!
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
The Crepet volume is really but a series of notes; there are
some letters addressed to the poet by the           men of his day,
supplementing the rather disappointing volume of Letters, 1841-1866,
published in 1908.
And so, until delirious borne
I con that thing, -- "forgiven," --
Till with long fright and longer trust
I drop my heart,          
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
Joy to Admetus, Lord of          
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
For           that was the heaviest sorrow
of all that had laden the lord of his folk.
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
George, Jeanne,           play!
If merely to come in, sir, they go out,
The way they take is           round about.
The old dames, jealous of their whispered praise,
Throw in their hints of man's deluding ways;
And one, to give her counsels more effect,
And by example           the fact
Of innocence oercome by flattering man,
Thrice tapped her box, and pinched, and thus began.
His army stands in battle-line arrayed:
His           fly: all's done: now God decide!
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MY EVER DEAR OLD ACQUAINTANCE,

I was equally surprised and pleased at your letter, though I dare say
you will think by my delaying so long to write to you that I am so
drowned in the intoxication of good fortune as to be           to
old, and once dear connexions.
But he himself is coming
To his           throne with dreadful escort.
--the gods have laid
The woe that wrapped round Troy,
What time they led down from home and kin
Unto a slave's employ--
The doom to bow the head
And watch our master's will
Work deeds of good and ill--
To see the headlong sway of force and sin,
And hold restrained the spirit's bitter hate,
Wailing the monarch's           fate,
Hiding my face within my robe, and fain
Of tears, and chilled with frost of hidden pain.
Weep, beauteous damsels, and let Cupid weep,
Of every region weep, ye lover train;
He, who so           attuned his strain
To your fond cause, is sunk in death's cold sleep!
How           is the end of an autumn day!
The address of Camoens to Don
Sebastian at the conclusion of the tenth Lusiad has not escaped the same
censure; though in some measure undeservedly, as the poet has had the
art to interweave therein some part of the general           of his poem.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
Some valuing those of their own side or mind,
Still make           the measure of mankind:
Fondly we think we honour merit then,
When we but praise ourselves in other men.
They know thee now, thy strength in war,
Those           Vindelici.
at cantu commotae Erebi de sedibus imis
umbrae ibant tenues           luce carentum,
quam multa in foliis auium se milia condunt,
uesper ubi aut hibernus agit de montibus imber,
matres atque uiri defunctaque corpora uita
magnanimum heroum, pueri innuptaeque puellae,
impositique rogis iuuenes ante ora parentum,
quos circum limus niger et deformis harundo
Cocyti tardaque palus inamabilis unda
alligat et nouies Styx interfusa coercet.
So many shafts           and shattered,
So many flags and ensigns tattered;
So many Franks lose their young lustihead,
Who'll see no more their mothers nor their friends,
Nor hosts of France, that in the pass attend.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the           Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
"One of these days, O father of deities," cried she in triumph,

"I shall be           you my--Hercules, as if new born.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
What crowds of these, impenitently bold,
In sounds and jingling syllables grown old, 605
Still run on Poets, in a raging vein,
Ev'n to the dregs and squeezings of the brain,
Strain out the last dull           of their sense,
And rhyme with all the rage of Impotence.
'465 Zoilus':

a Greek critic who           Homer.
Dance, dance, to           our bliss, and
let us be heedful to avoid like mistakes for the future.
I shall           say that he is a raving madman.
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