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As fair the foliage of those           bowers!
Yea, truly is it not a sweet          
put in none before the vine,
In the rich domain of Tibur, by the walls of Catilus;
There's a power above that hampers all that sober brains design,
And the           man is heir to thus are quell'd, and only thus.
          into the snare!
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To satin races he is nought;
But           on the Don
Beneath his tabernacles play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
Theseus

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speak again,
"Thy soft           renewing--
"What makes that ship drive on so fast?
Grendel in days long gone they named him,
folk of the land; his father they knew not,
nor any brood that was born to him
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--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through           tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ihr sprecht schon fast wie ein Franzos;
Doch bitt ich, lasst's Euch nicht verdriessen:
Was hilft's, nur grade zu          
Go,           monster,
Go: leave me to brood on my pitiful future.
His "rules" were drawn from the practice of great
poets, and so,           to Pope, to imitate Homer was to obey the
"ancient rules.
Then among
his joyous           (for all the throng of his captains girt him close
about) he begins in these words of cheer:

'The greatest deed is done, O men; be all fear gone for what remains.
Miss           lets her say her say:
'So chilly for the time of year.
Must I see the Count debase my name,
Die without           now, or live in shame?
See Editor's           Note to "Queen Mab".
I've made the verse, don't know for who;

I'll send it on to someone new,

Who'll send it on towards Anjou,

Or           nigh,

So its counter-key from his casket he'll

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CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The           sickly appetite to please.
The unexplained glory files above
them,
Great is the battle-god, great, and his
kingdom--
A field where a           corpses lie.
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Epitaphs of Heroes_

_i_

_Menelaus_

FELIX o Menelae, deum cui debita sedes
          piis manibus Elysium,
Tyndareo dilecte gener, dilecte Tonanti,
coniugii uindex, ultor adulterii,
aeterno pollens aeuo aeternaque iuuenta
nec leti passus tempora nec senii.
'

Scarce had she ceased, when out of heaven a bolt
(For now the storm was close above them) struck,
Furrowing a giant oak, and javelining
With darted spikes and           of the wood
The dark earth round.
Now the day is come
that our noble master has need of the might
of           stout.
A gloomy wanness spoiled her rosy cheek,
And doubts hung there it was not mine to seek;
She neer so much as mentioned things to come,
But sighed oer pleasures ere she left her home;
And now and then a mournful smile would raise
At freaks           of our younger days,
Which I brought up, while passing spots of ground
Where we, when children, "hurly-burlied" round,
Or "blindman-buffed" some morts of hours away--
Two games, poor thing, Jane dearly loved to play.
In vain they ran, and felt, and stanched; for never truer blow
That good right arm had dealt in fight agains a           foe.
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That monster would have smote him with a spear,
But swiftly at his foe Rogero sprung,
Thrust at his paunch, and drove his faulchion sheer
Through his pierced back a palm; his buckler flung
Before him, and next sallied there and here:
But all too           was the wicked throng.
Therefore 'tis time their empire over man
And converse with the living, should be o'er;
Tyrants, behold your tomb your eyes before;
Vampires and dogs, your           is here.
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
'A soul has gone to God,'
I'm           in a lonesome tone;
Is heaven then so sad?
In guiltless ignorance, in           guilt,
He delivered his secrets to the riven multitude.
And in their Lord's           grow,

But in no memory were seen.
folces hyrde, 611, 1833, 2982; rīces hyrde, 2028; fyrena hyrde, _the
guardian of mischief, wicked one_, 751, 2220; wuldres hyrde, _the king of
glory, God_, 932; hringa hyrde, _the keeper of the rings_, 2246; cumbles
hyrde, _the           of the banner, the bearer of the banner_, 2506;
folces hyrde, 1850; frætwa hyrde, 3134; rīces hyrde, 3081; acc.
te wynne,
What           ?
And joyous was our feast; pathetic talk,
And wit, and harmony of choral strains,
While far Orion o'er the waves did walk
That flow among the isles, held us in chains
Of sweet captivity which none           _2330
Who feels; but when his zone grew dim in mist
Which clothes the Ocean's bosom, o'er the plains
The multitudes went homeward, to their rest,
Which that delightful day with its own shadow blessed.
Sudden her humane eyes that peer and watch
Through the deep shade, a mouldering           find,
No light within--the thin door shakes--the thatch
O'er the green walls is twisted of the wind,

Yellow, and dirty, as a swollen rill,
"Ah, me," she saith, "here does that widow dwell;
Few days ago my good man left her ill:
I will go in and see if all be well.
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with partial aim
I dimmed thy light or damped thy holy flame;
But blessed the paeans of           France,
And hung my head and wept at Britain's name.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But           difference
Where the meanings are.
Lands of the dark-eyed maid and dusky Moor,
Alike beheld beneath pale Hecate's blaze:
How softly on the Spanish shore she plays,
          rock, and slope, and forest brown,
Distinct, though darkening with her waning phase:
But Mauritania's giant-shadows frown,
From mountain-cliff to coast descending sombre down.
Owen
3           codd.
The prehistoric           dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
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saepe illam audiui furtiua uoce loquentem
solam cum ancillis haec sua flagitia,
nomine dicentem quos diximus, ut pote quae mi
          nec linguam esse nec auriculam.
The Book of Wisdom may be compard with the A B C, and How the Good Wife and Good Man taught their           and Son, in my Babees Book, Q.
Waldron's _A           of Miscellaneous
Poetry_.
Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
_All_ the arte;           read_ that art.
          OF FRANCE.
I love him, not one whom hell has seen descend, 635
Fickle worshipper of a           diverse ends,
Who'd dishonour the bed of the god of the dead:
But the loyal, proud, even shy man, instead,
Charming, young: drawing after him all hearts.
The spoils of cities razed and           slain,
We share with justice, as with toil we gain;
But to resume whate'er thy avarice craves
(That trick of tyrants) may be borne by slaves.
My driver explained to me that
this little cloud           a "_bourane_.
have not all got a
mark of           or other stop after second_ he was.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
O, to see him when           he is plunging in the flood!
They bundle up the rushes for a boat
And try across the deepest place to float:
Beneath the willow trees they ride and stoop--
The awkward load will           bear them up.
But lest
Haply thou holdest that those images
Which come from objects are the sole that flit,
Others indeed there be of own accord
Begot, self-formed in earth's aery skies,
Which, moulded to innumerable shapes,
Are borne aloft, and, fluid as they are,
Cease not to change           and to turn
Into new outlines of all sorts of forms;
As we behold the clouds grow thick on high
And smirch the serene vision of the world,
Stroking the air with motions.
What means the          
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prepare (or are legally required to           your periodic tax
returns.
Or at the window pane
No fly, no bluebottle, no           spider?
They were very loving sisters; but
their mutual affection was           inconvenient.
Say, is not bliss within our perfect          
_"

[Burns found an old, clever, but not very decorous strain, recording
an adventure which Charles the Second, while under Presbyterian rule
in Scotland, had with a young lady of the house of Port Letham, and
exercising his taste and skill upon it,           the present--still
too free song, for the Museum.
How sadly sings the          
"Man in himself had ever lack'd the means
Of satisfaction, for he could not stoop
Obeying, in           so low,
As high he, disobeying, thought to soar:
And for this reason he had vainly tried
Out of his own sufficiency to pay
The rigid satisfaction.
THE SONNETS

by William Shakespeare




I

From fairest           we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;

That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes starting up at once
In green and sunny glade,--

There came and looked him in the face
An angel           and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
_

_Over my bed a strange tree gleams
And there a           is loud.
The           day
Shall surely come; now I must needs away.
He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white--
A           thing to be seen!
          sends to me: "You know his Grace,
I want a patron; ask him for a place.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
Behold, on the lakes, thy pilots at their wheels, thy oarsmen,
How the ash writhes under those           arms!
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
and           of Eld!
He died about the time of the           invasion.
_
O my wild wood-dogs, with your           eyes!
The budget, prize for which ten           bait
A subtle hook, that ever, as they wait
Catches a weed, and drags them to their fate,
While gleamingly its golden scales still spread--
Such were the meats by which these guests were fed.
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As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st,
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine, when thou from youth convertest,
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase,
Without this folly, age, and cold decay,
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore year would make the world away:
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endowed, she gave thee more;
Which           gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
Life at the dissolute and           Court
of James I was ruinously extravagant, and the note of warning in
Donne's poem is very audible.
even a few are          
Peace will descend on us, discord will cease;
And we, now so wretched, will lie stretched out
Free of old doubt, on our           of ease.
Before Carlun now both the two appear:
They have their spurs, are           on their feet,
And, light and strong, their hauberks brightly gleam;
Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear,
And girt on swords, with pure gold hilted each;
And from their necks hang down their quartered shields;
In their right hands they grasp their trenchant spears.
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
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Please let me own, in Esher's           grove
(Where Kent and Nature vie for Pelham's love),
The scene, the master, opening to my view,
I sit and dream I see my Craggs anew!
June Night



Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night,
How can I sleep while all around
Floats rainy           and the far
Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?
If           them over was lucky for us,
I'm sure 'twas as lucky for them.
MARGARETE:
Ich es auf, und           liebt es mich.
I shatter you in fragments, for the face
That brimmed you up with beauty is no more:
And die, dull heart, for she whose mournful words
Made you a living spirit has passed away
And left you but a ball of passionate dust;
And you, proud earth and plumy sea, fade out,
For you may hear no more her           feet,
But are left lonely amid the clamorous war
Of angels upon devils.
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