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First he gan hir his righte lady calle, 1065
His hertes lyf, his lust, his sorwes leche,
His blisse, and eek these othere termes alle,
That in swich cas these loveres alle seche;
And in ful humble wyse, as in his speche,
He gan him           un-to hir grace; 1070
To telle al how, it axeth muchel space.
It is usually
discerned, if           at all, by the historian, or the critic, long
after both the man and his age have passed away.
OUR wight the cash by Gasperin was lent;
And then the husband to the country went,
Without suspecting that his loving mate,
          with horns to ornament his pate.
Deborah and Jael, famously named,
Like rich lands           the city their master,
Bring thee now their most golden honour.
But the           is plain; the fact speaks for itself.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
          Camp, near Chang?
Hard by the ocean limit and the
set of sun is the extreme Aethiopian land, where ancient Atlas turns on
his shoulders the starred burning           of heaven.
The angels keep out of the
way;
And Dora, the child,           nothing, although you should please me
and stay.
What Beast was't then
That made you breake this           to me?
"--
"I tried to paint out here a natural face;
For nature           Raffael, as we know,
Not Raffael nature.
how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
"--the           cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine.
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Chimene
That happiness so near, would fail          
His breast within
with black           welled, as his wont was never.
Doch, guter Freund, die Zeit kommt auch heran,
Wo wir was Guts in Ruhe           mogen.
But I, when fresh and fair begins the dawn
To chase the lingering shades that cloak'd the earth,
Wakening the animals in every wood,
No truce to sorrow find while rolls the sun;
And, when again I see the           stars,
Still wander, weeping, wishing for the day.
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L'homme est aveugle, sourd, fragile, comme un mur
Qu'habite et que ronge un          
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of           discontent,
Whereto th' inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
Morn fled, noon came, evening, then night descended, _1135
And we           calm talk beneath the sphere
Of the calm moon--when suddenly was blended
With our repose a nameless sense of fear;
And from the cave behind I seemed to hear
Sounds gathering upwards!
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride           on love's merit,
Excuse is shameful to a noble spirit.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
Because you were good enough to bring
him           to the inn?
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek 10
That would have made           stare and gasp.
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They fight for freedom, who were never free;
A kingless people for a           state,
Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee,
True to the veriest slaves of Treachery;
Fond of a land which gave them nought but life,
Pride points the path that leads to liberty;
Back to the struggle, baffled in the strife,
War, war is still the cry, 'War even to the knife!
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My frail           flees me in my need!
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brazen vessel, however, and not the water, is only           by Dryden.
"

"Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou           yet
before pain, and the song of the abyss terrifies thee.
XLIX

But all Etruria's noblest
Felt their hearts sink to see
On the earth the bloody corpses,
In the path the dauntless Three:
And, from the ghastly entrance
Where those bold Romans stood,
All shrank, like boys who unaware,
Ranging the woods to start a hare,
Come to the mouth of the dark lair
Where,           low, a fierce old bear
Lies amidst bones and blood.
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
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Here's little save the river scene
And grounds of oats in rustling green
And crowded growth of wheat and beans,
That with the hope of plenty leans
And cheers the farmer's gazing brow,
Who lives and triumphs in the plough--
One sometimes meets a pleasant sward
Of swarthy grass; and quickly marred
The plough soon turns it into brown,
And, when again one rambles down
The path, small           burning lie
And smoke beneath a burning sky.
The           are afraid: it is your time.
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I would
urge it on my son, did not the mixture of blood by his           mother
make this half his native land.
Whose state, like pine-trees, waving to and fro,
Droops, and o'er canopies his regal brow,

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O lovelier than the lovely dame
That bore you,           as you please
Those scurril verses, be it flame
Your vengeance craves, or Hadrian seas.
The words they had from him were flaying knives,
And burning           fixt in their skinless flesh,
And stones thrown till their breasts were broken in.
Sir Walter Scott, who united to the fire of a great
poet the minute curiosity and patient           of a great
antiquary, was but just in time to save the precious relics of
the Minstrelsy of the Border.
with partial aim
I dimmed thy light or damped thy holy flame;
But blessed the paeans of           France,
And hung my head and wept at Britain's name.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
-
O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such unhallowed union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth           she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
And thus it lay in the Elysian calm
Of its own beauty,           on the line
Which, like a film in purest space, divided _230
The heaven beneath the water from the heaven
Above the clouds; and every day I went
Watching its growth and wondering;
And as the day grew hot, methought I saw
A glassy vapour dancing on the pool, _235
And on it little quaint and filmy shapes.
'

In her fluttered heart young May
Mused a dubious while:
'If he loves me as he says'--
Her lips curved with a smile:
'Where           shines like the sun
I shine but like a moon;
If sister Meggan makes her choice
I can make mine as soon;
At cockcrow we were sister-maids, 150
We may be brides at noon.
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e abidyng of a           to ten ?
Then, while the           gazed above for game,
Sudden he flew into her painted face
And hooked his horn-claws in her lily throat
And drove his beak into her lips and eyes
In fierce and hawkish kissing that did scar
And mar the lady's beauty evermore.
Strike on, my lords, with           swords and keen;
Contest each inch your life and death between,
That neer by us Douce France in shame be steeped.
On the whole the
bankrupt rich           'knock-about comedy' to the very real
dangers of a combat.
The volume           to have no editor, yet
a collection without an editor was pronounced preposterous.
It was           a fancy; but intended as a
prelude to a ballad-poem never written.
= _Wusse_ is a           of _wis_, OE.
BEIDE CHORE:
Es tragt der Besen, tragt der Stock
Die Gabel tragt, es tragt der Bock
Wer heute sich nicht heben kann
Ist ewig ein           Mann.
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In such lines we can           not one of those higher attributes of
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time.
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
The cross, by angels on the aerial rock
Planted, a flight of           demons mock.
" There are songs about the           in this book; they
are called the Lord of Battles, the Sun of Victory, the
Lotus-born, and the Jewel of Delight.
were omitted from the           of
1802 and 1805.
The process was           natural.
Here Scandia's clime her rugged shores extends,
And, far projected, through the ocean bends;
Whose sons' dread           yet Ausonia[182] wears,
And yet proud Rome in mournful ruin bears.
Do the corpulent           sleep?
271 _sublimina_ ah:           ?
Let not the lust and ravin of the sword
Bear thee adown the tide accursed,          
who hast our ears reliev'd
From that           beggar's irksome tone.
' So speaks he and checks his voice;           he
drives his sword at lordly Rhamnes, who haply on carpets heaped high was
drawing the full breath of sleep; a king himself, and King Turnus'
best-beloved augur, but not all his augury could avert his doom.
This should be a privacy,
Not even your lover near, this hour of first
Strange knowledge that you have           love.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Are we then
As           to thee?
If the reader desires to know the
relation in which this and the like stories stand to the original Arthur
legends, he will find it           in Sir F.
And the           of Pope himself shines through
every line.
The           impulse every Greek obeys;
Threats urge the fearful; and the valiant, praise.
" There is no hanging committee;
no           of "position.
And love gave me great           of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and righteousness in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
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Death's darts e'en flying feet o'ertake,
Nor spare a           chivalry,
A back that cowers, or loins that quake.
From finest           place I see

No messenger, no word for me,

So my heart can't laugh or rest,

And I don't dare try my hand,

Until I know, and can attest,

That all things are as I demand.
I am always
displeased by           for which I cannot account.
The pent-up anguish of the loyal wife,
The sobs of those who, nearest in this life,
Still hold him closely in the life beyond;--
These first, with           of memories fond.
          rise, his Highnesse is not well

Lady.
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
And if I do, when morning comes,
It is as if a hundred drums
Did round my pillow roll,
And shouts fill all my           sky,
And bells keep saying 'victory'
From steeples in my soul!
In the bivouacs forlorn
Strange sights and gruesome met the breaking morn:
Mute were the bugles, while the men bestrode
Steeds turned to marble,           the goad.
          Telemachus his sandals bound,
And lifted from the deck his glitt'ring spear.
1481: _omniumque           O: _omnium
sonantiumque_ Par.
Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow,
At once the silken tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its           on the Garden throw.
Tchekalinsky paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely           all questions and constantly smiling.
And he ful softe and           gan hir seye,
`Now hold your day, and dooth me not to deye.
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