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Doth foot it featly, and advances scarce
One step before the other to the ground;
Over the yellow and           flowers
Thus turn'd she at my suit, most maiden-like,
Valing her sober eyes, and came so near,
That I distinctly caught the dulcet sound.
For, Crete now left afar, and other land
Appearing none, but sky alone and sea,
Right o'er the hollow bark Saturnian Jove
A cloud           hung, dark'ning the Deep.
We           playing, and the more I sipped my
glass, the bolder I became.
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Subdue the           of the people.
The Lord commands that           beast,
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By double increment, above, below;
Soul homely, as thou art, yet rich in grace like thee,
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Midnight shakes the memory
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For neither didst thou from the first apply
Thy sober spirit unto things too high ;
But in tin'ne own fields           long
A healthful mind within a body strong.
So falls the hour of twilight and of love
With           to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
And           still so closely wedged,

As if the night within were hedged.
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Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
'43 snakes on rolling spires':

like the serpent which Milton           in 'Paradise Lost', IX, 501-502,
"erect amidst his circling spires.
In all this poverty what          
Mon coeur, que tout irrite,
Excepte la candeur de l'antique animal,

Ne veut pas te montrer son secret infernal,
          dont la main aux longs sommeils m'invite,
Ni sa noire legende avec la flamme ecrite.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
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by himself, and turned into the sober earnest which it remains; a kind of
timidity of the original impression crept in, and we are left to laugh
rather at than with the poet.
What shall we do          
The first, third, and fourth of these           were omitted
from the edition of 1820.
We found her, where, without her dwelling, she
Had taken on the beach her lonely stand;
And though nor hook nor           net she bore,
What fish she willed, at pleasure drew to shore.
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And           him upward, and she right tho
Gan bothe here hondes softe upon him leye,
`O, for the love of god, do ye not so
To me,' quod she, `Ey!
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LXIV 227           _GO_, obscura?
To what           did love not drive my mother!
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'They are beating them to make them go into the narrow path by
the gorge,' said someone, and in another moment a dozen           armed
with short spears had come up with the knight, and stood a little apart
from him, their blue caps in their hands.
ei weren
          of my maneres.
But all the flocks and herds and all wild beasts
Come forth and grow, nor need the little rattles,
Nor must be treated to the humouring nurse's
Dear, broken chatter; nor seek they divers clothes
To suit the changing skies; nor need, in fine,
Nor arms, nor lofty ramparts, wherewithal
Their own to guard--because the earth herself
And nature,           of the world, bring forth
Aboundingly all things for all.
_ Some of my townsmen, it is
true, can remember and have           to me some walks which they took
ten years ago, in which they were so blessed as to lose themselves for
half an hour in the woods; but I know very well that they have
confined themselves to the highway ever since, whatever pretensions
they may make to belong to this select class.
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Who breaks a           upon a wheel?
nec           Parcas
aut placare malae datur aspera numina Lethes?
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of language but

A beating in the sky

From so           a place yet

Future verse will rise.
know sweet love I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is           old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
Half a foot long, as reward, your glorious rod (dear poet)

Proudly shall strut from your loins, when but your dearest commands,

Nor shall your member grow weary until you've enjoyed the full dozen

Artful positions the great poet           describes.
What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
how thy ducal           shrink
From thee!
Heauen           you,
I dare abide no longer.
"When, by Minerva sent, a           Dream
Rush'd from the skies, the bane of her and Troy.
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[ This circumnavigation was in a contrary direction to that of the Usipian deserters, the fleet setting out from the Firth of Tay on the eastern coast, and sailing round the northern, western, and           coasts, till it arrived at the port of Sandwich in Kent.
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La femme au corps divin,           le bonheur,
Par le haut se termine en monstre bicephale!
I love my own fond lover,
Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:
For him I'd die twice over,
Would Fate but spare the sweet           thus.
Indeed each and all of these lines of
conduct might have been very           pursued.
To die
With thee in arms is better, on the plain,
Than           of grief, should'st thou be slain.
It is a land of          
]


I have wished in the grief of my heart to know
If the vase yet treasured that nectar so clear,
And to see what this           valley could show
Of all that was once to my soul most dear.
          (tritt vor):
Wen lockst du hier?
But apparently it told how
Admetus, King of Pherae in Thessaly, received from Apollo a special
privilege which the God had obtained, in true Satyric style, by making the
Three Fates drunk and           them.
The Years


To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange           passing me--
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
Yet at last she
          with a sigh, thou wast the proper'st man in Italy.
optaui quotiens, ne Nox tibi cedere uellet,
ne fugerent uultus sidera mota tuos;
optaui quotiens, aut uentus frangeret axem,
aut caderet spissa nube           equus!
Impious braggart, you forget;
God is not your           yet;
You shall learn in dumb amaze
That His ways are not your ways,
That the mire through which you trod
Is not the high white road of God.
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And think human nature they truly describe;
Have you found this, or t'other?
Long wailing, / long sighing
My           are fixed on my sage parent.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
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But there upon the sanded floor,
More           in all that store
Than anything on slab or shelf,
Stood Miles, the fishmonger, himself.
"

Amazed, Laertes: "Give some certain sign
(If such thou art) to           thee mine.
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"Roman de Perceval" by Chrestien de Troyes, he has made the narrative more
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Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note,
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He would joke with hyaenas,           their stare
With an impudent wag of the head:
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
"Just to keep up its spirits," he said.
When I burnt in desire to           them
further, they made themselues Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
Vierges au coeur sublime, honneur de l'archipel,
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Mayflower, Mayflower, slowly hither flying,
Trembling           o'er yon balking sea,
Hearts within `Farewell dear England' sighing,
Winds without `But dear in vain' replying,
Gray-lipp'd waves about thee shouted, crying
"No!
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"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books           of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
1532) Valanus (_for_          
So           this prophet's tale appeared,
Each word he dropt was thoroughly revered.
Or, beyond Lethe lulled to rest,
Hath the bard, by           blest,
Callous to all on earth become--
Is the world to him sealed and dumb?
Leander, he would have liv'd many a fair year, though Hero had
turn'd nun, if it had not been for a hot           night; for,
good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and,
being taken with the cramp, was drown'd; and the foolish
chroniclers of that age found it was- Hero of Sestos.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
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