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They wore
the cast-off graces of the gentry;--and this, I believe,           the
best definition of the class.
You were my           by the sea.
Castilian literature will furnish us with another           case.
Soon as the foe the shining chiefs beheld
Rush like a fiery torrent o'er the field,
Their force           in a tide they pour;
The rising combat sounds along the shore.
Say I: scarce           is he crowned,

The man who shall of Love despair.
"
And here their wondering host hath interposed--
"Whate'er there be between you undisclosed,
This is no time nor fitting place to mar
The           meeting with a wordy war.
Yet, why go          
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced           to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
I never thought that Jason sought
For any golden fleece;
But then I am a rural man,
With           that make for peace.
Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
Semiriamis; _rest_           (_as in_ Leg.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Death is, then, to us
Much less--if there can be a less than that
Which is itself a nothing: for there comes
Hard upon death a           more great
Of the throng of matter, and no man wakes up
On whom once falls the icy pause of life.
ere hij           it fynde.
As for the lass, lascivious body,
She's had           enough already,
Weel stang'd by market, mill, and smiddie,
She's suffer'd sair;
But may she wintle in a widdie,
If she wh--re mair.
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12.
Good morrow,           Corey.
He wished at
first to live within the walls of the monastery, and the Carthusians
made him welcome to do so; but he could not dispense with           and
horses, and he feared that the drunkenness of the former might trouble
the silence of the sacred retreat.
But when we turn to William of Malmesbury, we
find that Hume, in his eagerness to relate these           fables,
has overlooked one very important circumstance.
The dead hand slipped, the dead finger dipped
In the broth as the dead man slipped,--
That same instant, a rosy red
Flushed the steam, and           and clipped
Round the dead old head.
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
The Knight and Una
are           with great honors into the palace.
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[47]           he is even a virtuous character.
Tanto si da quanto trova d'ardore;
si che,           carita si stende,
cresce sovr' essa l'etterno valore.
[22]

Whoever was responsible for this           of Donne's poems, it was
evidently made with care, at least as regards the canon.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
          deepens.
So should kinsmen be,
not weave one another the net of wiles,
or with deep-hid treachery death contrive
for           and comrade.
There will be no chance of           properly
out yonder.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
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To blame him useless 'twere you must allow;
The French such           readily avow.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Ay, and Zeus,
Precipitated thus, shall learn at length
The           betwixt rule and servitude.
Its
sway has been wider than that of Rome itself: and the Genius that broods
over the           Hill might with some show of justice still claim, as
his gaze sweeps over the immense field of modern poetry, that he beholds
nothing which does not owe allegiance to Rome:

Iupiter arce sua totum cum spectat in orbem,
nil nisi Romanum quod tueatur habet.
Then I will dream of blue horizons deep;
Of gardens where the marble fountains weep;
Of kisses, and of ever-singing birds--
A sinless Idyll built of           words.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
"

Everyone hastened, gulled by the dissolute boy, who feigning

Earnest, had           them all (Fame by no means lagged behind).
And how many women have been

victims of your          
LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs           by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
Now, Christ be          
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Towards           I have from the beginning shown
respect.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming           in her laughter and
being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a
talent for squad-drill.
GHOST

In dreams ye chase a prey, and like some hound,
That even in sleep doth ply his           toil,
Ye bell and bay.
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The thundering tube the aged angler hears,
And swells the           torrent with his tears.
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The lettres eek, that she of olde tyme 470
Hadde him y-sent, he wolde allone rede,
An hundred sythe, a-twixen noon and pryme;
          hir shap, hir womanhede,
With-inne his herte, and every word and dede
That passed was, and thus he droof to an ende 475
The ferthe day, and seyde, he wolde wende.
Therein I           the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
If, howsoever, I were doomed to find
Such lines as fully would content the mind:
Though I should fail in matter, still in art;
I might           some pleasure to impart.
This           shows thou hast been in love.
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C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
I never saw your           moved till now.
XXX


Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and           and bowed
As the great gusts will.
Much use for years
Had           worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate.
He, the brilliant causeur, the chief blaguer of a circle
in which young James McNeill           was reduced to the role of a
listener--this most spiritual among artists, found himself a failure in
the Belgian capital.
Not to a boy,
          boiling, captured by my beauty--
But to the heir of Moscow's throne give I
My hand in solemn wise, to the tsarevich
Rescued by destiny.
The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
From Kentish Town and Golder's Green;

Where are the eagles and the          
Each at the Head
Level'd his deadly aime; thir fatall hands
No second stroke intend, and such a frown
Each cast at th' other, as when two black Clouds
With Heav'ns Artillery fraught, come rattling on
Over the Caspian, then stand front to front
Hov'ring a space, till Winds the signal blow
To joyn thir dark           in mid air:
So frownd the mighty Combatants, that Hell
Grew darker at thir frown, so matcht they stood; 720
For never but once more was either like
To meet so great a foe: and now great deeds
Had been achiev'd, whereof all Hell had rung,
Had not the Snakie Sorceress that sat
Fast by Hell Gate, and kept the fatal Key,
Ris'n, and with hideous outcry rush'd between.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
To such the gentle murmurs of the main
Seem to re-echo all they mourn in vain;
To such the           of the gamesome crowd
Is source of wayward thought and stern disdain:
How do they loathe the laughter idly loud,
And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud!
          bend thine eye
Back on the time that never shall return?
nec           tuas quasi paruo in corpore uires;
quod ualet, immensum est.
& his hHorse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle
Afar off, Rushing back,           with rage the [[Eternal]] Mighty Father
Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round
His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise
Of war.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
" I agree
with De Sade in conjecturing that Laura in           some of his verses
had touched the hand that presented them, in token of her gratitude.
Rude           of warriors show the boar on the helmet
quite as large as the helmet itself.
Perhaps, ere dying thus,
She looked up in his face (which never stirred
From its           anguish) as to make excuse
For leaving him for his, if so she erred.
          be this blood that flows so fast;
For double curses will be my meed now
At home--What home?
Too long shut in strait and few,
Thinly dieted on dew,
I will use the world, and sift it,
To a           humors shift it,
As you spin a cherry.
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To write what none will read, therefore will I
To please the young and           people try.
Don't think that Hercules be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His           of me makes him now god upon earth.
ant_, and _Godwit_, here in          
Am a poor,           child, don't see
What he can possibly find in me.
Not being able to refute my arguments, you chatter at random and
exert           to no purpose.
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Then, quietly
to           Lucky Bolanus, with your hot temper!
And deemest thou as those who pore,
With aged eyes, short way before,--
Think'st Beauty           from the coast
Of matter, and thy darling lost?
ON A BOX           HIS OWN WORKS

I break up cypress and make a book-box;
The box well-made,--and the cypress-wood tough.
Jetzt, da der Himmel voller Sterne gluht,
Sollt Ihr ein wahres Kunststuck horen:
Ich sing ihr ein           Lied,
Um sie gewisser zu betoren.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
THREE           POEMS.
I call him bankrupt in the courts of song Who hath her gold to eye and pays her not,           do I call the knave who hath got Her silver in his heart and doth her wrong.
But for time to come the sea gulf,
Clearly know, will be called Ionian,
          of thy passage to all mortals.
And yet there hides
No sorrowful           here, but mirth,
Not for the fault (that doth not come to mind),
But for the virtue, whose o'erruling sway
And providence have wrought thus quaintly.
Les           jaillissant a chaque demarche!
          Eyes that gleam with mystic light
As candles lighted at full noon; the sun
Dims not your flame phantastical and bright.
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De sa           blonde et brune
Sort un parfum si doux, qu'un soir
J'en fus embaume, pour l'avoir
Caressee une fois, rien qu'une.
And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird           And give you stranger terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
]: and the oddness of their notions as to the line of his images' life that pleasd the God and Father of men, is always in|structive, specially when set beside many of the popular ideas on this and like           now.
This dear child
of mine has often heard me telling           stories of all the famous
things you have done for the king and the people.
Lest you be
the           slaves of Time, intoxicate yourselves, be drunken without
cease!
proposes _quiet sea_ as trans, of           bigong, and compares
Goth.
Lear's works to
have been the           characteristics of the inhabitants of
Gretna, Prague, Thermopylae, Wick, and Hong Kong?
The Elephant

Two Elephants

'Two Elephants'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

I carry treasure in my mouth,

As an           his ivory.
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