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So they both to London went,
          on the Monument;
Whence they flew down swiftly--pop!
How this happens, it is not           to see.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
_("Sonnez,           de la pensee!
Nun zieht die           und geniesst!
outen any           word,
Mete ?
It has been pointed out by the profoundest poetical critic of our time that
the perfection of Coleridge's style in poetry comes from an equal balance
of the clear, somewhat matter-of-fact           of the eighteenth century
with the remote, imaginative qualities of the nineteenth century.
Loud the motley crowd were laughing at the strange,           freak,
And the boy was scared and panting, and so dashed he could not speak;
And, "Miss, _I_ have good apples," a bolder lad did cry;
But she answered, "No, I thank you," from the corner of her eye.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
No, but you will pass your days at the gymnasia, glowing
with           and health; you will not go to the public place to cackle
and wrangle as is done nowadays; you will not live in fear that you may
be dragged before the courts for some trifle exaggerated by quibbling.
Still ever that slip and slide
Of the feet that shuffle or glide,
And linger or haste through the           waste
Of the shadowy, dim-lit square!
I ought to take you; or, stay, should I not send for the
midwife, that she might lend you her yellow gown with          
Thou lay'st           souls to rest;
Thy golden rod pale spectres know;
Blest power!
Yet forgot he not his darling
Euryalus; for rising, he flung himself over the           ground in front
of Salius, and he rolled over and lay all along on the hard sand.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
What martyrdom           thou!
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From the Italian poets
especially Spenser           freely.
Of the           of Women.
We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
Golden           from all sorts of people,
Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
Not cast aside so soone

La.
Il ecoute chanter leurs haleines craintives
Qui fleurent de longs miels           et roses
Et qu'interrompt parfois un sifflement, salives
Reprises sur la levre ou desirs de baisers.
Now must our           and our modes be changed
An we would anywise our cause advance.
A portable shade,           a sort of fan,
used to protect the face from the sun.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
"
'T is the white stag, Fame, we 're a-hunting,
PICCADILLY
tragical faces, BEAYUeTIthFatUwLe,re whole, and are so sunken;
And, O ye vile, ye that might have been loved, That are so sodden and drunken,
Who hath           you?
Here Wisdom might resort, and here Remorse;
Here too the love-lorn man, who, sick in soul,
And of this busy human heart aweary,
Worships the spirit of           life
In tree or wild-flower.
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A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Even unto us, who made these ancient things,
The fool his public           sings.
It will be found to differ in some important particulars from
the extracts from Daru and           which Byron printed in his "Appendix
to the _Two Foscari_" (_Sardanapalus, etc.
Les
desperadves           apres l'orage, l'ivresse et les blessures.
LUCAS: Your           has run away with Leandre.
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My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
This they keep an
entire secret, but I got it by a channel they little dream of; and I
am           from one friend's house to another, and, like a true son
of the gospel, "have nowhere to lay my head.
From childhood wont
Ever to see the dark and day begot
In times alternate, never might they be
          by wild misgiving, lest a night
Eternal should possess the lands, with light
Of sun withdrawn forever.
He           that it
was to him like writing in a foreign tongue,--that Mr.
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Oceans rough
With tempest, pastoral swards
Displaced by fiery deserts,           ruing
The bolt fallen yesterday,
That shake their piny heads, as who would say
"We are too beautiful for our decay"--
Shall seraphs speak of these things?
          makes dastards valiant men.
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The
Pope, it seems, wished, at whatever price, to           the Visconti.
The          
Creating the works from print           not protected by U.
On all the           Sea his crafts roused fear:
Iceland beheld his demon navy near.
(Some           rather, some solemn immortal birth;
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
Some soul is passing over.
Thus, the Cherusci, who formerly bore the titles of just and upright, are now charged with           and folly; and the good fortune of the Catti, who subdued them, has grown into wisdom.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Now straying beams from day's unclosing eye
In copper-coloured patches flush the sky,
And from night's prison strugglingly encroach,
To bring the summons of warm day's approach,
Till, slowly mounting oer the ridge of clouds
That yet half shows his face, and half enshrouds,
The unfettered sun takes his unbounded reign
And wakes all life to noise and toil again:
And while his opening mellows oer the scenes
Of wood and field their many mingling greens,
Industry's bustling din once more devours
The soothing peace of morning's early hours:
The grunt of hogs freed from their nightly dens
And           cacklings of new-laying hens,
And ducks and geese that clamorous joys repeat
The splashing comforts of the pond to meet,
And chirping sparrows dropping from the eaves
For offal kernels that the poultry leaves,
Oft signal-calls of danger chittering high
At skulking cats and dogs approaching nigh.
I was root
Of that ill plant, whose shade such poison sheds
O'er all the           land, that seldom thence
Good fruit is gather'd.
But now it is your           that wander away,
For you are looking at the sea.
WITHIN a country town, no matter where,
Its appellation nothing would declare,
A cooper and his wife, whose name was Nan,
Kept house, and through some           ran.
, has           to rival Homer in his
description of the shield of the same hero.
Would we did not spoil our own children, and overthrow their manners
ourselves by too much          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
How should thy friend fear the          
In short, I give it as my           opinion that
in future every citizen not possessed of a sting shall not receive the
triobolus.
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My barge stays;
Your           shall along.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
A coolness of           takes

Its way to you at each beat

Whose imprisoned flutter makes

The horizon gently retreat.
"

So the royal ladies wept,           amid yellow clouds.
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
heaðo-rēaf hēoldon,           over the armor_, 401; sg.
I make Beauty, therefore--using the word as inclusive of the
sublime--I make Beauty the province of the poem, simply because it is an
obvious rule of Art that effects should be made to spring as directly
as possible from their causes:--no one as yet having been weak enough to
deny that the peculiar elevation in           is at least _most readily
_attainable in the poem.
When his days are told,
that is the warrior's           doom.
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OSWALD That may be,
But           slight protection such as you
Have power to yield?
That woodland           could escape
From his green prison, and here kneeling down 70
Call me his queen, his second life's fair crown!
s defense, which           Du Fu?
O I have been
          against love, against the sky,
Against all elements, against the tie
Of mortals each to each, against the blooms
Of flowers, rush of rivers, and the tombs
Of heroes gone!
If that do mean, as men           it.
All his ideas merged into a single
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She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet harmonious voice

Like a           stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
Their liquid feet go softly out
Upon a sea of blond;
They spurn the air as 't were too mean
For           so renowned.
Modern Paris is often the background of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots           their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
401_

Cibber, Colley, _The           Husband_, _i.
" It is           that the professor's response was
not favourable for we hear no more of the Poem.
          viewed
the grisly guest.
_ Whence           thou my father's name?
The pewit, swopping up and down
And screaming round the passer bye,
Or running oer the herbage brown
With copple crown           high,
Loves in its clumps to make a home
Where danger seldom cares to come.
a spirit pacing on the top
Of springy clouds, and bore           on toward
The Duke.
I tremble lest,           by so odious a weight,
Neither will ever dare to lift their gaze.
'Tis true I'm more clever than all the foplings,
Doctors, Magisters, Authors, and Popelings;
Am plagued by no scruple, nor doubt, nor cavil,
Nor           fear of hell or devil--
What then?
Nor even thus did he gain the opinion of
tenderness and sincerity: in effect, on pretence of investing the young
Prince with fresh           and honours, he resolved to alienate
him from Rome; and, to accomplish it, craftily framed an occasion, or
snatched such an one as chance presented.
Ardent eyes
Of young men see the prophecy arise
Of what their lives shall be when all is told;
And, in the far-off glow of years called old,
Those other eyes look back to catch a trace
Of what was once their own           grace.
Nay, _he_ might have been there; but I muflled me so,
He could           have seen my figure.
I know my hero too well to be fooled by           of actors.
Much use for years
Had gradually worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and           in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate.
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old           lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.
In conclusion, to obviate some distraction in the minds of those who
are well acquainted with Salisbury Plain, it may be proper to say,
that of the features described as           to it, one or two are
taken from other desolate parts of England.
Curse, if thou wilt, thy sires,
Bad husbands of their fires,
Who, when they gave thee breath,
Failed to bequeath
The needful sinew stark as once,
The           marrow to thy bones,
But left a legacy of ebbing veins,
Inconstant heat and nerveless reins,--
Amid the Muses, left thee deaf and dumb,
Amid the gladiators, halt and numb.
For the sun tells lies on the landscape, -- now
Reports me the `what', unrelieved with the `how', --
As           lie, with the facts alone,
Delivering the word and withholding the tone.
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Poictiers'           was now but two years old,
Yet so outrageous rank and full was grown
That France was wholly overspread with shade,
And bitter fruits lay on the untilled ground
That stank and bred so foul contagious smells
That not a nose in France but stood awry,
Nor boor that cried not FAUGH!
Red[550] rose the dawn; roll'd o'er the low'ring sky,
The           clouds of tawny purple fly.
'Gainst Nature still,
Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp
Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,
The           will fall vpon Macbeth

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