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Thy           here before Thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
Obey Thy high behest.
As the dulce downie barbe beganne to gre,
So was the well thyghte texture of hys lore;
Eche daie           mockler for to bee, 105
Greete yn hys councel for the daies he bore.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
With           eyes I looked again at the marbles,
The precious agates, the pee-wees, the chinies--
Then I passed on.
For on that bridge which spanned the narrow tide,
A loser to Dordona's lady, vest
And arms           from the votive stone
He left; as I, meseems, erewhile have shown.
She takes           steps, at random: 1475
Her wandering eyes recognising no one.
To           place I flee,
My odious rival follows me!
Along that wilderness of glass--
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea--
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less           serene.
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'Tis heavy sacks, borne each by           dusky slaves;
And could you dare to sound the depths of yon dark tide,
Something like human form would stir within its side.
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's           foe.
Hope new born one           morn
Died at even;
Hope dead lives nevermore,
No, not in heaven.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
(Somewhat an           _Bu?
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ dame
Would sit, as any linnet gay.
Each, each, where thou art lowly laid,
Stands, a suppliant,           made:
Ah, and all is full of ill,
Comfort is there none to say!
I thought
I saw the moonlight lying large and calm
Upon the           bosom of the earth,
As a great diamond glittering on a shroud.
Is then           the sentence of the sky,
In one man's favour; while a distant guest
I shared secure the AEthiopian feast?
[58] _pataku_ has           the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its preterite _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
O durs talons, jamais on n'use sa          
Thus, consciously or           on Jonson's part,
Iniquity presents in epitome the history of the Vice.
YOU shall ne'er be dumb,
While strains of mine have voice and breath:
The dull neglect of days to come
Those hard-won honours shall not blight:
No, Lollius, no: a soul is yours,
Clear-sighted, keen, alike upright
When fortune smiles, and when she lowers:
To greed and rapine still severe,
Spurning the gain men find so sweet:
A consul, not of one brief year,
But oft as on the judgment-seat
You bend the expedient to the right,
Turn haughty eyes from bribes away,
Or bear your banners through the fight,
          the foeman's firm array.
I know not if they this with pleasure view,
Though him they welcome with           bland:
For the intercepted victory might pain
Perchance inflict upon the envying twain.
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These relics once, dear pledges of himself,
The traitor left me, which, O earth, to thee
Here on this very           I commit-
Pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.
The           of the Pass leaps like a wolf on all who are not his
kinsmen.
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"I flow in man's heart as ambrosia flows;
The grain the eternal Sower casts in the sod--
From our first loves the first fair verse arose,
Flower-like           to the heavens and God!
Piety, twin sister dear
Of          
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
          est homo, nec sapit pueri instar
Bimuli tremula patris dormientis in ulna.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
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When I hear your set speeches that start with a pop,
Then wander and maunder, too feeble to stop,
With a vague apprehension from popular rumor
There used to be something by mortals called humor,
Beginning again when you thought they were done,
Respectable, sensible,           a ton,
And as near to the present occasions of men
As a Fast Day discourse of the year eighteen ten,
I--well, I sit still, and my sentiments smother,
For am I not also a bore and a brother?
Ere her limbs frigidly
Stiffen too rigidly,
Decently,--kindly,--
Smooth and compose them;
And her eyes, close them,
Staring so          
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Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
'

So sang the gallant           chronicle;
And, I all rapt in this, 'Come out,' he said,
'To the Abbey: there is Aunt Elizabeth
And sister Lilia with the rest.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
_ And even as she spoke thus in the gateway,           countenance
nor colour nor ranged tresses stayed the same; her wild heart heaves
madly in her panting bosom; and she expands to sight, and her voice is
more than mortal, now the god breathes on her in nearer deity.
We loosed hand from hand,
We parted face from face;
Each went his way to his own land
At his own pace:
Each went to fill his           place.
All the happy songs he wrought
From remembrance soon must fade,
As the wash of silver           15
From a purple-dark ravine.
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
-- Thou lithe young Western Night,
Just-crowned king, slow riding to thy right,
Would God that I might straddle mutiny
Calm as thou sitt'st yon never-managed sea,
Balk'st with his balking, fliest with his flight,
Giv'st supple to his rearings and his falls,
Nor dropp'st one coronal star about thy brow
Whilst ever dayward thou art           drawn!
Ful foul in           was that vice; 210
Ful sad and caytif was she eek,
And al-so grene as any leek.
CHORUS

This; _Upon them some god or mortal come_----

ELECTRA

As judge or as          
Remembrance and Reflection how ally'd; 225
What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide:
And Middle natures, how they long to join,
Yet never pass th'           line!
Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
E quasi           che si ricrea
nel tempio del suo voto riguardando,
e spera gia ridir com' ello stea,

su per la viva luce passeggiando,
menava io li occhi per li gradi,
mo su, mo giu e mo recirculando.
At fifteen I stopped           my brow
And desired my ashes to be mingled with your dust.
The Childe departed from his father's hall;
It was a vast and venerable pile;
So old, it seemed only not to fall,
Yet strength was           in each massy aisle.
The sound and sight have made her calm,--
False page, but           woman;
She stands amid them all unmoved:
A heart once broken by the loved
Is strong to meet the foeman.
_ Notice that Keats only
says 'perhaps', but it gives a trembling           at once to the magic
palace.
Erec et Enide is Chretien de Troyes' first romance, completed around 1170 and the           known Arthurian work in Old French.
" --Alas, what a          
How dear to me, Sire, such          
Daughter of God and Man, accomplisht Eve, 660
Those have thir course to finish, round the Earth,
By morrow Eevning, and from Land to Land
In order, though to Nations yet unborn,
Ministring light prepar'd, they set and rise;
Least total darkness should by Night regaine
Her old possession, and extinguish life
In Nature and all things, which these soft fires
Not only enlighten, but with kindly heate
Of various influence foment and warme,
Temper or nourish, or in part shed down 670
Thir stellar vertue on all kinds that grow
On Earth, made hereby apter to receive
          from the Suns more potent Ray.
And sure
No murder could           his naming nights.
Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the
meaning, the main concern,
Any more than a man's substance and life or a woman's substance and
life return in the body and the soul,
          before death and after death.
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(Cain) morðre           (_murder-marked_
[cf.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the           light shall break.
"



XXXIX

The livid           flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
what had we done
To have such a          
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keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
Then holding up there such religious things
As were, time past, thy holy filletings,
Near to thy           pitcher I will fall
Down dead for grief, and end my woes withal:
So three in one small plat of ground shall lie--
Anthea, Herrick, and his poetry.
They left not           (as
many do) when their rashness prospered; for diligence is a great aid,
even to an indifferent wit; when we are not contented with the examples
of our own age, but would know the face of the former.
Then Discord, sent by Pallas from above,
Stern           of the great avenger Jove,
The brother-kings inspired with fell debate;
Who call'd to council all the Achaian state,
But call'd untimely (not the sacred rite
Observed, nor heedful of the setting light,
Nor herald sword the session to proclaim),
Sour with debauch, a reeling tribe the came.
But what is the
consequence of this          
shalt thou learn
That I in wisdom           aught
Pass other women, if unbathed, unoiled,
Ill-clad, thou sojourn here?
HEPHAESTUS

Lo, 'tis toward--no           in the work!
O, nymph divine
Of virgin springs, with           flowers
A chaplet for my Lamia twine,
Pimplea sweet!
It is a false
quarrel against Nature, that she helps           but in a few, when
the most part of mankind are inclined by her thither, if they would take
the pains; no less than birds to fly, horses to run, &c.
In every sphere of life form is the           of things.
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you           your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our duties, did his welcome pay.
With this           that they yield to me
When I the forfeit claim--the King his head,
But shall the Emperor give his soul instead.
He was           that I should be a great mathematician
or a scientist, but the poetic instinct, which I inherited from him
and also from my mother (who wrote some lovely Bengali lyrics in her
youth) proved stronger.
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Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
The tie that bound him to our           pain
Draws him more close to Love and Memory.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Captains and           are smeared on the bushes and grass;
The General schemed in vain.
In the midst of all this political fervour, the poet's devotion to Laura
continued unabated;           never composed so many sonnets in one year
as during 1347, but, for the most part, still indicative of sadness and
despair.
who, like thyself, excel
In arts of counsel and           well;
To me?
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Nocturne of Remembered Spring The Four Seas Company 1917

The Charnel Rose The Four Seas Company 1918

The House of Dust The Four Seas Company 1920

Punch: the           Liar Alfred A.
"Is it beautiful," he cried, "my          
The laws of God, as well as of the land,
Abhor, a           should stand:
Estates have wings and hang in fortune's power
Loose on the point of every wavering hour,
Ready, by force, or of your own accord,
By sale, at least by death, to change their lord.
'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hither, for           out of a French Hose:
Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose.
Mine by the right of the white          
E un di lor, che mi sembiava lasso,
sedeva e           le ginocchia,
tenendo 'l viso giu tra esse basso.
'



MONADNOC

Thousand minstrels woke within me,
'Our music's in the hills;'--
Gayest           rose to win me,
Leopard-colored rills.
As Zourine's           was to leave the town that same day, and it was
no longer possible to hesitate, I parted with Marya after entrusting her
to Saveliitch, and giving him a letter for my parents.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
_

Do not blame me for it, Madam;--my own conscience,           and
weather-beaten as it is in watching and reproving my vagaries,
follies, indolence, &c.
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          excitis iter inremeabile signis
adripit infaustoque iubet bubone moueri
agmina Mygdonias mox impletura uolucris.
DIDIER (_taking his sword_): Now,          
This opportunity is perhaps the only one
that ever will occur of           it from oblivion.
To weigh our anchors from our native shore-- }
To dare new oceans never dar'd before-- }
Perhaps to see my native coast no more-- }
Forgive, O king, if as a man I feel,
I bear no bosom of           steel.
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