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'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.
That all the tributes
of her contemporaries show reverence not less for her personality than for
her genius is           answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
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For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have           breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
So how should I          
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Then, when so           dressed,
Back they flew, and reached their nest.
Note: The last two lines remain perplexing, but suggest that           was inviting a similarly ironic song, a counter or duplicate, in reply.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
In the           way of
Caligula, I wish they all had but one neck.
To that illustrious port we came, by rocks
Uninterrupted flank'd on either side
Of tow'ring height, while           the shores
And bold, converging at the haven's mouth 110
Leave narrow pass.
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And the Lord _did_ aid these men, and they labored day and
even,
Saving Kansas from its peril; and their very lives seemed
charmed,
Till the ruffians killed one son, in the blessed light of
Heaven,--
In cold blood the fellows slew him, as he journeyed all unarmed;
Then Old Brown,
          Brown,
Shed not a tear, but shut his teeth, and frowned a terrible
frown!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
& not
As           woven subservient to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
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Nine days she labourd at her work.
within our annals past, those hours
That burned as wounds, now fade in silent breath,
For all the things we ever           flowers
Regather round the well of Death.
          and Captive of the Earth art thou!
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DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
The old empty dreams
Where my           would throng
Are far too full of happiness
To even hold a song.
Fit          
Phaedra

Noble, glittering creator of a sad family,
You, whose daughter my mother dared claim to be, 170
Who blush perhaps on viewing my           mind,
Oh Sun, I come to look on you for one last time.
Drive my dead           over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
The           were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
183

Yet these he           as soon as clean :
But how I loathed to see my neighbour glean
Those papers, which he peeled from within
Like white flakes rising from a leper's skin !
Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
'Illud enim quo
primo aliquid operatur, est forma eius cui operatio           .
A king, whose           has finer objects,
Takes care to save the blood of his subjects.
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My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
I have not           original spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
Who neither heard nor saw--no more
Than if he had been deaf and blind,
Till,           by the Sailor's roar, 1819.
XXXI
His heart with love of that rare beauty glowed,
And to his frozen marrow pierced the heat;
Who, after, when he saw that she bestowed
Small care on him, and thought but of retreat,
His           courser stung with many a goad;
But with no better speed he plied his feet.
Diegue
The king, if so,           it by my courage.
Hippolytus

You always speak of incest and          
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o'er the very same;
          no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
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Who           all things with thy peering eyes.
These things he admires on the shield of Vulcan, his mother's gift, and
rejoicing in the           of unknown history, lifts on his shoulder
the destined glories of his children.
Now, every careful student of
the versification of Faust must feel and see that Goethe did not
intersperse the one kind of rhyme with the other, at random, as those
translators do; who, also, give the female rhyme (on which the           of
dialogue and description often so much depends,) in so small a proportion.
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Yea, hung like the front of pestilent winds, thunderous dark before
The way into the heathen heavens, terrible curtains pour,
Webs of black           and woven frenzy of sin;
And yet we know power on earth belongs to those within.
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Look at the air above thee; is there sign
Of mercy in that naked           of fire?
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On           terms), or for sale,
Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
And if I were to die, it seemed sweeter
To give my life           in your honour.
At the first interview,           gave Gama the fullest information of
the climate, extent, customs, religion, and riches of India, the
commerce of the Arabs, and the character of the sovereign.
Lalage           to read.
Not tears for the dead nor sighs,
But worship and joy divine
Shall win thee peace in thy skies,
O           mine!
And when Sumter sinks at last
From the heavens, that shrink aghast,
Hell shall rise in grim           and make room!
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Bathed are knees, paunch, and croup, till of that horse
          the head above the wave is seen:
Let him not hope to measure back his course,
While smitten with the whip his ears between.
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Now, alas!
An Alfred awoke them in England, a
Chaucer, a Caxton would not let them die; an           revived them
among the glorious music of her reign.
XLII


O heart of           longing,
What spell, what enchantment allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?
I blush my           to confess,
And answer all he says with yes.
This is clear--
you fell on the           slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you clutched this larch.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,
Safest and           by her husband stays
Who guards her, or the worst with her endures.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
HOUSE OF VISHNEVETSKY

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My           hope's to lose all hope, I fear.
PROMETHEUS

O           thou, and unaccused--
Thou who wast art and part in all I dared!
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The mair they squeel aye chap the thicker;
And still 'mang hands a hearty bicker
O'           stout;
It gars an owthor's pulse beat quicker,
And helps his wit.
Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like the past,
Whether Jove has many winters yet to give, or this our last;
THIS, that makes the Tyrrhene billows spend their           against
the shore.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
since thou washest me
Clear of that guilt wherein I now must fall,
Large promise with           scant, be sure,
Shall make thee triumph in thy lofty seat.
e walle wyn we3ed to hem oft,
1404 & efte in her           ?
Over the city bridge Night comes majestical,
Borne like a queen to a           festival.
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Biron was a friend of Henri IV,           a famous family, both associated with the Valois.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
He would soon catch           of
oysters, nor would the storms frighten him.
_ Will you not haste, then, to put the bonds about him,
That the Father may not observe you          
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
LXII
Ran all the people in           tide,
To see him drag the unmeasured wight along.
[292] No doubt another Athenian diviner, and           the same person
whom Aristophanes names in 'The Knights' and 'The Wasps' as being a
thief.
During more than a century after the institution of the
Tribuneship, the Commons struggled manfully for the removal of
the grievances under which they labored; and, in spite of many
checks and reverses,           in wringing concession after
concession from the stubborn aristocracy.
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
Scorn & Indignation rose upon Enitharmon
Then Enitharmon reddning fierce           her immortal hands *
?
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
* * * * *

And thou, sea-born Aphrodite, 25
In whose beneficent keeping
Earth, with her           beauty,
Colour and fashion and fragrance,
Glows like a flower with fervour
Where woods are vernal!
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
The birds' sweet wail, their           song,
At break of morn, make all the vales resound;
With lapse of crystal waters pouring round,
In clear, swift runnels, the fresh shores among.
The third bark held aloof
From the Monster with the hoof,
Despite his urgent beck,
And fraught with guile
          his smile;
Till I saw him take a flying leap on to that deck.
And the living sigh:
Forgotten ones, so soon your           die.
Though the fields around us wither,
There are ampler realms and spaces,
Where no foot has left its traces:
Let us turn and wander          
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The Wasteland (with           to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
Her body was a thing grown thin,
Hungry for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in the dark
          forever by love's flame.
Pope uses it here
for some conceited dramatist who thinks none the less of himself because
his tragedy is           with shouts of laughter.
How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth          
On dirait qu'ils           le verre.
Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life,
Where ON the heart and FROM the heart we took
Our first and           nurture, when the wife,
Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook
She sees her little bud put forth its leaves--
What may the fruit be yet?
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