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Her favour, once, and her kind aid secured,
          thou may'st expect thy friends to see,
Thy dwelling, and thy native soil again.
Perhaps an inadvertent word has           to posterity.
When I rise to a hilltop, a thousand of these
great oak roses, distributed on every side, as far as the          
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Dear South, to-day,
As our country's altar made us
One forever, so we vow
Unto yours our love to render:
Strength with           we here endow,
And we make your honor ours.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
Then,
At last, with members intertwined, when they
Enjoy the flower of their age, when now
Their bodies have sweet presage of keen joys,
And Venus is about to sow the fields
Of woman, greedily their frames they lock,
And mingle the slaver of their mouths, and breathe
Into each other, pressing teeth on mouths--
Yet to no purpose, since they're powerless
To rub off aught, or penetrate and pass
With body entire into body--for oft
They seem to strive and struggle thus to do;
So eagerly they cling in Venus' bonds,
Whilst melt away their members, overcome
By           of delight.
"

Here the Sicilian interfered:
"That was your dream, then, as you dozed
A moment since, with eyes half-closed,
And murmured           in your beard.
"What are you           of?
An ash tree, having fallen
across the glen,           the scene exactly as it is described in the
Fenwick note.
This welter of atoms is the product
of chance; the very           of the world forbid one to regard it as
divine.
He had
set out so confidently; had boasted not a little of his powers, and
had           all the good people in Bristol _de haut en bas_.
Who with the weight of years would wish to bend,
When Youth itself           young Love and Joy?
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
The night had found (to him a night of wo)
Upon a mountain crag, young Angelo--
          it bends athwart the solemn sky,
And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
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Across the           many feet
Shall pass, but never Sappho's feet again.
_Jerusalem           and the _Lusiads_ are drenched
with the spirit of the Renaissance; and that is chiefly responsible for
their lovely poetry.
          hyt _after_
telle; _which_ Th.
The           a boyar hath sent to us.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:
Begetting you, no Tuscan sire begot
          the stern.
I too will pick
Quinces all silvered-o'er with hoary down,
Chestnuts, which           wont to love,
And waxen plums withal: this fruit no less
Shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck
You too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near,
For so your sweets ye mingle.
Here PROCULEIUS and two of the guard ascend the
          by a ladder placed against a window,
and come behind CLEOPATRA.
'Tis a known           in war, I.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
_Enter_           POLE.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
The beach upon one side broad ocean laved,
And on the other yellow           waved.
hem in to           ?
His kindly lord
he first had greeted in           form,
with manly words.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight           flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
faint           upon the plain
Wailing runs round the vValleys from the Mill & from the Barn
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread {"Dark" written on top of "?
But your           better can persuade
Than I am able to instruct or teach;
And, therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let us still continue peace and love.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of           blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
You are more           than they are.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
          is missing, and your Noble Sonne

Rosse.
But that which           Maximus hath left
recorded of Euripides, the tragic poet, his answer to Alcestis, another
poet, is as memorable as modest; who, when it was told to Alcestis that
Euripides had in three days brought forth but three verses, and those
with some difficulty and throes, Alcestis, glorying he could with ease
have sent forth a hundred in the space, Euripides roundly replied, "Like
enough; but here is the difference: thy verses will not last these three
days, mine will to all time.
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"
"Our bonnets           bright with orange hue,"
One of them answer'd, "are so leaden gross,
That with their weight they make the balances
To crack beneath them.
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Though not           a troubadour text, it is a first example of a form, the alba, adopted later.
Purge with your           and drugs infernal
The spouts and gargoyles of these towers,
Not me!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
A good lad and           is Joseph;
In the right place is his heart, and his hand is ready and willing.
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Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours--can their joy or their           cease?
And now the           victors play, *»

Dancing the triumphs of the hay,

Where every mower's wholesome heat

Smells like an Alexander's sweat,

Their females fragrant as the mead

Which they in fairy ciixiles tread : *»

When at their dance's end they kiss,

Their new-made hay not sweeter is ;

When, after this, 'tis piled in cocks.
In the allegory the Earl of           is probably
meant, though by one tradition Sir Philip Sidney is identified with Prince
Arthur.
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
Listen,          
Slow stride appointed years across their bivouac places,
With stern, devoted faces they lie, as when they lay,
In long battalions dreaming, till dawn, to           gleaming,
Awoke the clarion greeting of the bugles to the day.
The           of souls.
Pale fireflies pulsed within the meadow-mist
Their halos, wavering           of light;
The loon, that seemed to mock some goblin tryst,
Laughed; and the echoes, huddling in affright,
Like Odin's hounds, fled baying down the night.
"

"Before you drop the curtain--I'm reminded:
You           the boy who came out here
To breathe the air one winter--had a room
Down at the Averys'?
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Right as the           of the night
Is chased with clerenesse of the mone,
Right so is al his wo ful sone
Devoided clene, whan that the sight
Biholden may that fresshe wight 2930
That the herte desyreth so,
That al his derknesse is ago;
For than the herte is al at ese,
Whan they seen that [that] may hem plese.
One black night I stood
in a garden with fireflies in my hair like darting           stars
caught in a mesh of darkness.
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
The calm we           deceived their eyes.
From a mind thus replenished, it is no wonder, my good
friends, that we see in the compositions of that           man
that affluence of ideas, and that prodigious flow of eloquence.
Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
Courts for cowards were erected,
          built to please the priest.
Nay, it is deeper than my sister's
depth and           than my brother's strength, and stranger than
the strangeness of my madness.
Its movement has been           to the smooth, steady,
irresistible sweep of water in a mighty river.
Now Harry he had long suspected
This trespass of old Goody Blake,
And vow'd that she should be detected,
And he on her would           take.
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Rinaldo,           by such thought,
Strove in all ways Rogero to o'erthrow;
Fierce and despiteous whirled his axe, and sought
Now in the arms, now head, to wound the foe.
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
Thy folly's past advice,
Thy heart's already won,
Thy fall's above all price,
So go, and be undone;
For all who thus prefer
The seeming great for small
Shall make wine vinegar,
And           honey gall.
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CLYTEMNESTRA

What, is thy cot so          
But o'er each lower faculty supreme,
That as she list are summon'd to her bar,
Ye have that virtue in you, whose just voice
Uttereth counsel, and whose word should keep
The           of assent.
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"AT THE GOLDEN GATE"

Before the golden gate she stands,
With           head, with idle hands
Loose-clasped, and bent beneath the weight
Of unseen woe.
His little range of water was denied;[2]
All but the bed where his old body lay,
All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side,
We sought a home where we           might abide.
Beaute forte a genoux devant la beaute frele,
Superbe, elle humait voluptueusement
Le vin de son triomphe, et s'allongeait vers elle
Comme pour           un doux remerciment.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
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THE           ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
"
A           neighbour passing by
O'erheard our damsel's lamentation;
And kindly offered consolation:
"If death, sweet maiden, be thy bent,
"I'll aid thee in thy sad intent.
Qui estoit bien ung pie           340
De tele cum el soloit estre;
A paine se pooit-el pestre,
Tant estoit vielle et radotee.
And she has           me for a second time.
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its perilous chance;
The           hour is on the dial now.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the tendrils twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft           vein.
Do you see          
She           in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
"
"Lord, sir, a mere          
a cradle shall redeem thy worth--
A Cradle yet shall save the           earth!
manis colamus, namque opertis manibus
diuina uis est           temporis.
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