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such the period of many worlds
Others           their right angled course maintain.
He could not forget, or forgive what he called her           to
the memory of his father.
They say the quarrel's settled now; for my part I've some doubt on 't,
't'll take more fish-skin than folks think to take the rile clean on 't;
At any rate I'm so used up I can't do no more fightin',
The on'y chance thet's left to me is politics or writin';
Now, ez the people's gut to hev a milingtary man, 120
An' I aint nothin' else jest now, I've hit upon a plan;
The can'idatin' line, you know, 'ould suit me to a T,
An' ef I lose, 'twunt hurt my ears to lodge another flea;
So I'll set up ez can'idate fer any kin' o' office,
(I mean fer any thet           good easy-cheers an' soffies;
Fer ez tu runnin' fer a place ware work's the time o' day,
You know thet's wut I never did,--except the other way;)
Ef it's the Presidential cheer fer wich I'd better run,
Wut two legs anywares about could keep up with my one?
          rise, his Highnesse is not well

Lady.
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XIII

But Lenski, having no desire
Vows matrimonial to break,
With our Oneguine doth aspire
Acquaintance           to make.
A GOODLY CITIE, the           City, Heaven.
Loving           thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
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Why are Selene's white horses
So long          
Were silver pink, and had a soul,
Which soul were shy, which shyness might
A visible           be, and roll
Through heaven and earth -- 'twere thou, O light!
O may'st thou, favour'd by some guardian power,
Far, far be distant in that           hour!
Remember this, and you will be able to           a little of
why I am writing, and in this manner writing.
if he has property,
it is in danger; and government or authority is, according to our
author, the           of all evils.
La femme au corps divin,           le bonheur,
Par le haut se termine en monstre bicephale!
The answer, I think, is           above.
The compressed and punctuated           is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
I was gone the           day.
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

          upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth creeping imagery of           trees, 140
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
Get thee back:
And tell the King 'tis time his           fell.
Why
they           I never could tell, unless they did it by way of a joke.
I           at
the storied cliffs.
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Cut a bough from my parent stem,
And dip it in thy           vase;
A little while each russet gem
Will swell and rise with wonted grace;
But when it seeks enlarged supplies,
The orphan of the forest dies.
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The drouping Night thus           on them fast,
And the sad humour?
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
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Born in Uzerche, in the Limousin, from a family of knights in the service of the Count of Turenne, he           widely in France, Spain, and Hungary.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
Young           is slain,
Pan is not here,
And will not come again.
Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,

Admitted           to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare.
For school-teaching on the usual
lines Emerson was not fitted, and his youth and shyness           him
from imparting his best gifts to his scholars.
Michele was sweating with fear, but
he kept his           under, and went down into the town, past the house
where the Sub-Judge had barricaded himself.
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There, to silence the Foe,
Moving grimly and slow,
They loomed in that deadly wreath,
Where the darkest           frowned
Death in the air all round,
And the black torpedoes beneath!
What word will men say,--here where Giotto planted
His campanile like an unperplexed
Fine question Heavenward, touching the things granted
A noble people who, being greatly vexed
In act, in           keep undaunted?
ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me,          
, R: _gimnasiis_ C || G
quid           a m.
Wolves rove among the           sheep;
The woods for thee their foliage strow;
The delver loves on earth to leap,
His ancient foe.
--comes by
my betrayal, while thou suest for our daughter in          
LES           D'UN ICARE


Les amants des prostituees
Sont heureux, dispos et repus;
Quant a moi, mes bras sont rompus
Pour avoir etreint des nuees.
And           all the
warmth ebbed forth from her, and the life passed away upon the winds.
Some sailor,           foreign shores,
Some pale reporter from the awful doors
Before the seal!
When           the trumpets, etc.
Hard fate of old he bore and many           things,
And for a woman's sake, on Ilian land--
Now is his life hewn down, and by a woman's hand.
"
So the coachman drove           as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little
They all became happy again.
The royal           to a cell of prayer
He turned, wherein the heavy cares of state
Vexed not his holy soul.
Like will to like, each           loves his kind;
Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.
20
sis quocumque tibi placet
sancta nomine, Romulique
antique ut solita's bona
          ope gentem.
Fierce on the rear, with shouts           flies;
Tumultuous clamour fills the fields and skies;
Thick drifts of dust involve their rapid flight;
Clouds rise on clouds, and heaven is snatch'd from sight.
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Wild with his pain, he sought the bright abodes,
There sullen sat beneath the sire of gods,
Show'd the           blood, and with a groan
Thus pour'd his plaints before the immortal throne:

"Can Jove, supine, flagitious facts survey,
And brook the furies of this daring day?
I know that you love me; perhaps you are           to
find me at the door.
"
To Lucia calling, her she thus bespake:
"Now doth thy           servant need thy aid
And I commend him to thee.
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I have seen it when its crags seemed frantic,
Butting against the mad Atlantic,
When surge on surge would heap enorme, 260
Cliffs of emerald topped with snow,
That lifted and lifted, and then let go
A great white avalanche of thunder,
A grinding, blinding,           ire
Monadnock might have trembled under;
And the island, whose rock-roots pierce below
To where they are warmed with the central fire,
You could feel its granite fibres racked,
As it seemed to plunge with a shudder and thrill
Right at the breast of the swooping hill, 270
And to rise again snorting a cataract
Of rage-froth from every cranny and ledge,
While the sea drew its breath in hoarse and deep,
And the next vast breaker curled its edge,
Gathering itself for a mightier leap.
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[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its           _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
him faire beside,
Loaden with fruit and apples rosie red,
As they in pure           had beene dide,
Whereof great vertues over all were red?
shall his mare outgo
Your          
ON THE

BIRTH OF A           CHILD.
)

FRIEND

Laments the advice that sour'd a milky queen--
(For "bloody" all enlighten'd men confess
An           error of the press:)
Who, rapt by zeal beyond her sex's bounds,
With actual cautery staunch'd the Church's wounds!
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Bring the rathe           that forsaken dies.
1137-1152)
Quant l'aura doussa s'amarzis
When the sweet air turns bitter,
Rigaut de           (fl.
, _work,           done in old times_: acc.
Yet if this may not be,
We, the dark race sun-smitten, we
Will speed with suppliant wands
To Zeus who rules below, with hospitable hands
Who           all the dead from all the lands:
Yea by our own hands strangled, we will go,
Spurned by Olympian gods, unto the gods below!
The bard whom pilfered pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown,
Just writes to make his barrenness appear,
And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year;
He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left:
And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning:
And he, whose fustian's so           bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad:
All these, my modest satire bade translate,
And owned that nine such poets made a Tate.
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I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone:
A wind from the pine-trees           on my bare head.
"
Which           the people of Lucca.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
"

"Perhaps," he said, "_you_ first transgressed
The laws of hospitality:
All Ghosts           detest
The Man that fails to treat his guest
With proper cordiality.
32 _tum_ O
37 _nolim_ codices praeter O: _noli_ O
38 _ingenuo_ Ahap et B nondum mutatus: _ingenio_ GORVen et
plerique
39 _petiti_           || _posta_ ?
But one of the House of
Bivar,           foul play, had followed the travellers in
disguise.
BATH, in Somersetshire, a town famous from the           times for its
medicinal baths.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
He enter'd, but he enter'd full of wrath;
His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels,
And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire,
That scar'd away the meek           Hours
And made their dove-wings tremble.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself           God.
"

"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to           the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
"I           to see good white lands
"And bad black lands,
"But the scene is grey.
* * * * *


HUGHIE GRAHAM

There are several           of this ballad.
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have           and worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
CCLXXII

"Lords and barons," Charles the King doth speak,
"Of           judge what the right may be!
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Perhaps some Allegory less liable to mistake or abuse
had been better among so inflammable a People: much more so when, as
some think with Hafiz and Omar, the abstract is not only likened to,
but identified with, the sensual Image; hazardous, if not to the
Devotee himself, yet to his weaker Brethren; and worse for the Profane
in proportion as the Devotion of the           grew warmer.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the           of his lines!
Many           are given in Nares and the _NED.
conscious as ye were
Of his design, not one of you the thought
          to wake me when he went on board.
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