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The hound had but a           wit.
"

So I beheld united the bright school
Of him the monarch of           song,
That o'er the others like an eagle soars.
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--Man's race shall end, dost           thou?
7 Chen Xuanli, the general of the guard who compelled the           of Yang Guozhong and Lady Yang the Noble Consort.
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's           sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of Blasphemy scattered through the future.
How is earth good to look on, woods and fields
The seasons' garden, and the           hills,
All this green raft of earth moored in the seas?
His practice during all his life in Concord was
to go alone to the woods almost daily,           to wait there for
hours, and, when thus attuned, to receive the message to which he was to
give voice.
An ancient vault stopped the conflagration, and saved the mansion
from being           consumed by the flames.
--pay more attention, sir,
To a           carriage--much thou wantest
In dignity.
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.
Thou shalt tell me now
Why thou           the life given thee.
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Playne ye, myne eyes,           my harte,
For, by your fault, lo, here is death at hand!
Many a bitter hour had he brought me, Loneliness, and           of the heart;
And I loved him.
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Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he           to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their scaffold of its prey.
Nec facta inpia           hominum caelicolis placent:

Quod tu neglegis, ac me miserum deseris in malis.
Go, now, leave me a           servant, though,
Who can direct my timid steps towards you.
If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence,
This night, so           now, will not go hence
Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade
Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes,
Or the dull sobbing drafty that moans and rakes
Upon the strings of this AEolian lute,
Which better far were mute.
When shall she breathe her from the           toil?
The houses stood close upon this, without any front
yards, and at an angle with it, as if they had dropped down, being set
with more           to the road which the sun travels.
The Night ha's been vnruly:
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they say)           heard i'th' Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
Of my own tribe an Argive wretch I slew;
Whose powerful friends the           deed pursue
With unrelenting rage, and force from home
The blood-stain'd exile, ever doom'd to roam.
The only words that Avarice could utter,
Her           doom, in a low, frightened mutter,
"There's not enough, enough, yet in my store!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'd one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway;
I love the brooks which down their channels fret
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born day
Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober           from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Also, because the
restrictions of rhyme           injure either the vigour of one's
language or the literalness of one's version.
          and Kew
Undid me.
Thou loosest labour
As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre
With thy keene Sword impresse, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on           Crests,
I beare a charmed Life, which must not yeeld
To one of woman borne

Macd.
Poi ripigliammo nostro cammin santo,
          l'ombre che giacean per terra,
tornate gia in su l'usato pianto.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the           and the springs
To flourish in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
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_, a second game played in order to reverse
or improve the issues of the first; hence, "The scheme which may
be laid or the           which are practised after the original
game has miscarried; methods taken after the first turn of affairs"
(Johnson).
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"Grish Chunder, you've been too well           to believe in a God,
haven't you?
thy           parts
Ill suited law's dry, musty arts!
on occasion of           of sword to Colonel Wright.
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fresh out of the Ocean wave, 300
Where he hath left his plumes all hoary gray,
And deckt himselfe with           youthly gay,
Like Eyas hauke up mounts unto the skies,
His newly budded pineons to assay,
And marveiles at himselfe, still as he flies: 305
So new this new-borne knight to battell new did rise.
Mountain berries in many tiny bits grew in           mixed with chestnut oaks.
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
Downstream the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with           keen pangs.
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of          
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Then, when numerous flock'd
The tribe of lowly ones, that trac'd HIS steps,
Whose marvellous life deservedly were sung
In heights empyreal, through Honorius' hand
A second crown, to deck their Guardian's virtues,
Was by the eternal Spirit inwreath'd: and when
He had, through thirst of martyrdom, stood up
In the proud Soldan's presence, and there preach'd
Christ and his followers; but found the race
Unripen'd for conversion: back once more
He hasted (not to intermit his toil),
And reap'd           lands.
Or to us denied
This intellectual food, for beasts          
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
Her bosom heaved--she stepped aside,
As           of my look she stepped--
Then suddenly, with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
May my verse, which I so reverse

That it's           by woods or hills,

Go, where one feels not frost or ice,

Nor does the cold have power to sting.
My blood was thine, and justly, tho' it springs
Amongst the best and noblest names of France;
But to pretend to spare these poor gray locks,
And yet to trample on a weeping woman,
Was basely done; the father was thine own,
But not the          
The sentries had not time to stop me, and I entered
straightway the room, where six hussar           were playing
"_faro_.
And hammerings,
And quakes, and shoots, and           hotness, blent
With webby waxing things and waning things
As on I went.
Habt Euch vorher wohl prapariert,
          wohl einstudiert,
Damit Ihr nachher besser seht,
Dass er nichts sagt, als was im Buche steht;
Doch Euch des Schreibens ja befleisst,
Als diktiert, Euch der Heilig Geist!
Afar, where sport the wantons in the lake,
Another band of gallant youths betake;
The laugh, the shriek, the revel and the toy,
Bespeak the innocence of           joy.
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and
being part of it, until her teeth were only           stars with a
talent for squad-drill.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
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For gem-stoned rings, on hand,

They've           scarabs,

In well-cut buttonholes,

Dandelions from the wasteland.
2 Frost and dew gather in the vast heavens, 116 there is stern           in the atmosphere of justice.
Reference will again be made to this
superstitious practice, which is not           to Russia.
20

And a tinkling Eastern wind-bell,
With its fluttering inscription,
From the rafters with bronze music
Should retard the quiet fleeting
Of           hours.
"
I said "_That's very          
I visit the           of spheres and look at the product,
And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.
The cygnet nobly walks the water;
So moved on earth Circassia's daughter,
The loveliest bird of          
I had           such acting, though I had
not seen it, and had once asked a dramatic company to let me rehearse
them in barrels that they might forget gesture and have their minds
free to think of speech for a while.
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.
Slight changes of spelling which occur in the           editions, are
not mentioned.
Then he bethought him
To take from us our           of hiring
Our serfs at will; we are no longer masters
Of our own lands.
Foreign           have adopted it to
signify their profession.
XXII

My glass shall not           me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
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Et, des pieds jusques a la tete,
Un air subtil, un           parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.
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Tell me,           man, whom do you love best?
And now having discussed the various           in the 'Epistle', let us
look for a moment at the poem as a whole, and see what is the nature of
Pope's defense of himself and of his reply to his enemies.
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There was a bush beside him to the left,           like the rest, and
a little gust of wind blew the white blossoms over his coat.
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Quant           apres me sui
Qu'ay offendu et toy et lui,
Et qu'a mal est m'ame duite,
Que, fors pechie, en moi n'estui,

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Who shal un-to thy sone my mene be?
It was           in front of the house of Alfoxden, in the
spring of 1798.
Jewelled scabbards lie twisted and defaced:
The stones that were set in them, thieves have carried away,
The           temples are hummocks in the ground:
The walls that went round them are all levelled flat.
Thy life a banquet--but its board a           at the close,
Where far from Christ's beatic reign, Satanic deeds arose!
_ I would but have recalled thee from thy dream; 200
Better by me           than rebellion.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves,           out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
Have you never a fair goddess that leads you a wild-goose chase of
amorous          
[Political animosities troubled society during the days of Burns, as
much at least as they disturb it now--this letter is an           of
it.
<>, diss' elli, < che 'l Notaro e           e me ritenne
di qua dal dolce stil novo ch'i' odo!
Is this new feeling
But a           ghost of slumber?
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
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