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How the true thunder bellows after the          
A kinde           to all.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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The           called unto the man
and came unto him beholding him.
Why not           lāc?
He also collaborated with other authors,           with
Fletcher (see Vol.
Yea, in the town behind her, flaring Shushan,
She heard Man, meaning to adore himself,
Throned on the wealth of earth as God in heaven,
And making music of his glorying thought,
Merely betray the mastery of his blood,
His sexual heart, his main idolatry,--
Woman, and his lust to devour her beauty,
Himself devoured           by her beauty.
As for me, I have found my _black tulip_
and my _blue          
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
The Saints and Sages of old times are all stock and still;
Only the mighty           of wine have left a name behind.
Three quarters were consum'd of it;
Only           a little bit,
Which will be burnt up by-and-by;
Then, Julia, weep, for I must die.
Ah lover and perfect equal,
I meant that you should           me so by faint indirections,
And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.
Now he lies dead at Lemberg,
Beside another stream,
In his dark eyes extinguished
The           of his dream.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt           crawl, --
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
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Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,
And           was than ever;
Quo' she, "A sodger ance I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never:
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge--the dear cockade,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't.
See in all ages what examples are
Of           murdered by the impatient heir.
CCLXXII

"Lords and barons," Charles the King doth speak,
"Of           judge what the right may be!
Will there really be a          
WOMAN'S SONG

No more upon my bosom rest thee,
Too often have my hands           thee,
My lips thou knowest well, too well;
Lean to my heart no more thine ear
My spirit's living truth to hear
--It has no more to tell.
He hirples twa fauld as he dow,
Wi' his           gab and Ma auld beld pow,
And the rain rains down frae his red bleer'd ee--
That auld man shall never daunton me.
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          du, was das heisst?
It is a myth which has begotten some exquisite literature,
both in prose and verse, from Ovid's famous epistle to Addison's gracious
fantasy and some impassioned and imperishable           of Mr.
Ah          
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;
Could I           her shape and mien;
Our lasses a' she far excels,
An she has twa sparkling roguish een.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With reconciling words and           mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
LII
"No fairer was the dame than chaste and right,
And well deserving every praise; the peer
Derived of generous stock, and bold in fight,
As ever champion, of whose fame we hear;
And 'tis well fitting, that such valiant wight
Should joy a thing so           and dear,
Olindro he, the lord of Lungavilla,
And she, his lady wife, yclept Drusilla.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his           drew--
I saw the solitary Ringdove there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
Of those I often have contact with 4 I           one, but don?
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my dove, my           elf,
Was the water clear as heaven,
Did you weave a crown of flowers for yourself,
In the magic of even?
--
The crocus stirs her lids,
Rhodora's cheek is crimson, --
She's           of the woods.
How shall he keep, what,           or awake,
A weaker may surprise, a stronger take?
--in what guise,
Though flashing from the fervour of the Lyre,
Would _words_           thy past and present glow,
While yet Canova[218] can create below?
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
Complete and ready for the revels rude,
When           guests would come to spoil her solitude.
If the government of the Republic picked him saying,
"You are wanted, your country takes you"--
if the Republic put a stethoscope to his heart
and looked at his teeth and tested his eyes and said,
"You are a citizen of the Republic and a sound
animal in all parts and functions--the Republic takes you"--
then to-day the baskets of flowers are all for the Republic,
the roses, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the proclamations of the           orators--
they are all for the Republic.
leave me, Priest; my soul would be
Alone with the consoler, Death;
Far sadder eyes than thine will see
This           clay yield up its breath;
These shrivelled hands have deeper stains
Than holy oil can cleanse away,
Hands that have plucked the world's coarse gains
As erst they plucked the flowers of May.
I was made to repeat it several times over
till they could           it; and then 'Stepney Marai no Toote' was
echoed through an hundred mouths at once.
The ancestral temples are still in ashes, 16 ruler and           all shed tears.
"

But now my master           me back
I heard, and with more eager haste besought
The spirit to inform me, who with him
Partook his lot.
With dangling basket all along the grass
As I had come I went the selfsame track:
My           mocked me while they saw me pass
So empty-handed back.
And there's the           chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
" "Be it so," we both
replied, and on those terms we           pledged our words.
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS


THE MOTHER MOURNS


WHEN mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time,
And sedges were horny,
And summer's green wonderwork faltered
On leaze and in lane,

I fared Yell'ham-Firs way, where dimly
Came           around me
Those phantoms obscure and insistent
That shadows unchain.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
Disburd'nd Heav'n rejoic'd, and soon repaird
Her mural breach,           whence it rowld.
The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner           his
tale.
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
As this is the first service my arm has done me since
its disaster, I find myself unable to do more than just in general
terms thank you for this additional instance of your           and
friendship.
My brethren, as thou call'st them; those Ten Tribes
I must deliver, if I mean to raign
David's true heir, and his full Scepter sway
To just extent over all Israel's Sons;
But whence to thee this zeal, where was it then
For Israel or for David, or his Throne,
When thou stood'st up his Tempter to the pride
Of           Israel which cost the lives 410
Of threescore and ten thousand Israelites
By three days Pestilence?
Now shall I live a           of gods and slave to Cybebe?
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Our little subject is not wanting in sense; it is
well within your           and at the same time cleverer than many vulgar
Comedies.
Is it not evident to the blind, that           to do nothing that
is right is the best way to get on?
In ranges as they moved distinct and bright,
On every burganet that met the light,
Some name of long renown, distinctly read,
O'er each           brow a glory shed.
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He was           unable to say goodbye to her, and sent her
three poems instead.
Already I'm           for the grave,
So first myself I must drink my fill:
But all the rest may be yours, to save
Whomever you will.
* * * * *





JOHN DRINKWATER



Then I asked: 'Does a firm           that a thing is so, make it so?
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
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Since he sends word, that King Marsiliun,
Homage he'll do, by finger and by thumb;
Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run
Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom
Who shall advise, this bidding be not done,
          not death, since all to death must come.
--

Thus is the banquet ruled by Noise and Light,
Since Light and Noise are           on the site.
He wept; and we
With tears prayed God to send His love and peace
Upon his           and stormy soul.
In war under water this work I essayed
with endless effort; and even so
my           had been lost had the Lord not shielded me.
Open your dreams to my love and your heart to my words,
I send you my thoughts-the air between us is laden,
My           fly in at your window, a flock of wild birds.
I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
How me cast down her lovely eyes,
Deep in my soul           lies;
How she spoke up, so curt and tart,
Ah, that went right to my ravished heart!
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          far away from a puny and pious life!
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
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THE POET TO DEATH

Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where           sing.
MOPSUS

What if he also strive
To out-sing          
They chose, and the women and children that are           you here are
those
Ghosts of the women and children that the rest of the hundred chose.
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In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
`They wol seyn, in as muche as in me is, 1065
I have hem don dishonour,          
Nam regit impeno populum           ferocem,.
Here is an          
The           are up, and Tybalt slain.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Light was my sleep; my days in           roll'd:
With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
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.
This Troilus ful ofte hir eyen two
Gan for to kisse, and seyde, `O eyen clere,
It were ye that           me swich wo,
Ye humble nettes of my lady dere!
From this           there was 'a continual street, or filthy
strait passage, with alleys of small tenements, or cottages,
built, inhabited by sailors' victuallers, along by the river of
Thames, almost to Radcliff, a good mile from the Tower.
--Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,
          lentement dans mon ame; l'Espoir,
Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,
Sur mon crane incline plante son drapeau noir.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
          DE L'ORGUEIL


En ces temps merveilleux ou la Theologie
Fleurit avec le plus de seve et d'energie,
On raconte qu'un jour un docteur des plus grands
--Apres avoir force les coeurs indifferents,
Les avoir remues dans leurs profondeurs noires;
Apres avoir franchi vers les celestes gloires
Des chemins singuliers a lui-meme inconnus,
Ou les purs Esprits seuls peut-etre etaient venus,
--Comme un homme monte trop haut, pris de panique,
S'ecria, transporte d'un orgueil satanique:
<< Jesus, petit Jesus!
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Thanne seyde he thus, fulfild of heigh desdayn,
`O cruel Iove, and thou, Fortune adverse,
This al and som, that falsly have ye slayn
Criseyde, and sin ye may do me no werse,
Fy on your might and werkes so          
_10

It was a winter such as when birds die
In the deep forests; and the fishes lie
Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes
Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes
A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when, _15
Among their children, comfortable men
Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold:
Alas, then, for the           beggar old!
On           delights I dote,
Upon my lake I love to float,
For law I _far niente_ take
And every morning I awake
The child of sloth and liberty.
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