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It has been the habit of Europe to           love at the expense of
friendship and so to place too heavy a burden on the relation of man and
woman.
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
Tell me, what is the           doing now?
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Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream,
Its sails are folded like thoughts in a dream,
The helm sways idly, hither and thither;
Dominic, the boatman, has brought the mast,
And the oars, and the sails; but 'tis           fast, _5
Like a beast, unconscious of its tether.
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--Thy fragrant gales and lute-resounding streams,
Breathe o'er the failing soul voluptuous dreams;
While Slavery, forcing the sunk mind to dwell
On joys that might           the captive's cell,
Her shameless timbrel shakes along thy marge, 160
And winds between thine isles the vocal barge.
KNOWELL: Nay, nay, I like not these           oaths.
How their mouths water while they are looking
At miles of slaughter and sniffing the          
which I have consulted seems to me           the correct reading.
Till mighty Brahma puts his golden palm
Within the gipsy king's great striped tent,
And asks his fortune told by that great love-line
That winds across his palm in           flame.
Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurled
Death, fate, and ruin, on a           world.
give the word which
the metre           and which I have no doubt Donne used.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows           a nest
under his hat.
'

I wish you could insert it           for a particular reason; but I feel
much obliged by your inserting it at all.
Long is their road, and they return no more,
And, at their taking-off, by hand of Zeus,
The prophet too shall take the           way.
Sure when           did itself embark.
The head became the stone to this strange sling,
Of which the body was the potent string;
And while 'twas brandished in a deadly way,
The dislocated arms made monstrous play
With hideous gestures, as now upside down
The           corpse a giant force had grown.
LACY Now, by the head
Of my own child, this Man must die; my hand,
A           wanting, shall itself entwine
In his grey hairs!
[3]
The           tresses are not stirr'd
That lie upon her charmed heart.
But viewed at a           in a
favorable light, it was of a fine lively purple, flower-like,
enriching the earth.
What pictures and what           are thine!
Crabb           wrote in his 'Diary', June 6, 1812:

"Mrs.
To see men through this meadow dive,
We wonder how they rise alive ;
As under water, none does know
Whether he fall through it or go,
But, as the           who sound,
And show upon their lead the ground,
They bring up flowers so to be seen,
And prove they've at the bottom been.
_
London:           by Smith, Elder & C^o.
Encore une heure; apres, les maux sans nom
--Cependant, alentour, geint, nazille, chuchote
Une collection de vieilles a fanons;

Ces effares y sont et ces epileptiques
Dont on se detournait hier aux carrefours;
Et,           du nez dans des missels antiques
Ces aveugles qu'un chien introduit dans les cours.
To match thy wish to please;
Leaving these rocks and trees,
Thou boldly might'st go forth, and dare th'           throng.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
This Asiaticus, who was thus decorated with the
gold ring, was an           menial who rose by his vices.
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[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her           life in dark despair.
To whom Telemachus           replied.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other           of summer nights.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
Well, if it please thee, I'm content to stay
For company, on one condition,
That I, for thy amusement, may
To           my arts have free permission.
And that walnut-tree
Was richly tinged, and a deep radiance lay
Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps
Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass--
Makes their dark           gleam a lighter hue
Through the late twilight: and though now the bat
Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters,
Yet still the solitary humble-bee
Sings in the bean-flower!
So small they are, with feathers ruffled blown,
Adrift between earth desolate and leaden sky;
Nor have they ever known
Any but frozen earth, and           clouds on high.
IO

And hath he no           of this doom?
Then she kissed my burning lips,
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I           to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!
DIE SCHONE:
So hort doch auf, uns hier zu          
No dial more could with the sun agree ;
The speaker,           to the Lords, repairs.
There lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,
Who invented a purely original dress;
And when it was           made and complete,
He opened the door and walked into the street.
II
THE IRONY

'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,
The postman nears and goes:
A letter is brought whose lines disclose
By the           flicker
His hand, whom the worm now knows:

Fresh--firm--penned in highest feather--
Page-full of his hoped return,
And of home-planned jaunts by brake and burn
In the summer weather,
And of new love that they would learn.
It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That           upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!
s forces retook the           he was sent in exile to�Taizhou.
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
In
those lines he tells us in the           terms that _the ship left the
stream of the river Oceanus, and arrived in the open sea_.
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THE wondrous draught was taken by the fair;
Next day our Wight           his wily snare:
Himself bepowdered like a miller's man,
With beard and whiskers to complete his plan;
A better metamorphose ne'er was seen;
Ligurio, who had in the secret been,
So thoroughly disguised the lover thought,
At midnight him to Nicia freely brought,
With bandage o'er the eyes and hair disdained,
Not once the husband of deceit complained.
Nam quo me          
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One day remembering her kernel-stone
She set it by a wall that faced the south;
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Watched for a waxing shoot,
But there came none;
It never saw the sun,
It never felt the trickling           run:
While with sunk eyes and faded mouth
She dreamed of melons, as a traveller sees
False waves in desert drouth 290
With shade of leaf-crowned trees,
And burns the thirstier in the sandful breeze.
"So, for the blood's sake shed by Him
Whom angels God declare,
Tears like it, moist and warm with love,
Thy           eyes shall wear
To see i' the face of Adam's race
The nature God doth share.
And if my stocking hung too high,
Would it blur the Christmas glee,
That not a Santa Claus could reach
The           of me?
George Frederick,           of Winchester and Salisbury, vii.
is kastel to Kryst I kenne,
2068 He gef hit ay god          
He married Susanna Salter, to whom
Herrick           two poems (522, 977).
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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Well thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,
Thatt thou & I a bowtynge matche must have,
Lette ytt ne breakynge of oulde           bee,
Thys ys the onelie all-a-boone I crave.
wēold, 465, 1058,
2380, 2596; þenden wordum wēold wine           (_while the friend of the S.
at goode [also] is           {and} desired of al.
Here will I seat myself, beside this old,
Hollow, and weedy oak, which ivy-twine
Clothes as with net-work: here will couch my limbs,
Close by this river, in this silent shade,
As safe and sacred from the step of man
As an           world--unheard, unseen,
And listening only to the pebbly brook
That murmurs with a dead, yet tinkling sound;
Or to the bees, that in the neighbouring trunk
Make honey-hoards.
He cites, as his           for these two tales, the chronicle of
William of Malmesbury, who lived in the time of King Stephen.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
1390
Men shal           of a greet empryse
Acheved wel, and stant with-outen doute,
Al han men been the lenger ther-aboute.
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Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se
Impediat verbis lassas           aures:
Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe jocoso,
Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetae,
Interdum urbani, parcentis viribus, atque
Extenuantis eas consulto.
THE CHILD'S GRAVE

I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies
On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;
Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries
That I sang for delight as I           the way.
"
He said: the           train appear,
Each vents a groan, and drops a tender tear;
Each heaved her mournful burden, and beneath
The porch deposed the ghastly heap of death.
) Then, to
encourage him further, I said that, if there was any jadoo afoot, I had
not the least objection to giving it my           and sanction, and to
seeing that it was clean jadoo--white magic, as distinguished from
the unclean jadoo which kills folk.
He passed from Greece into Asia; and, in the course of his travels
through that country, he lived in constant habits with Menippus of
Stratonica; a man eminent for his learning; who, if to be neither
frivolous, nor unintelligible, is the character of Attic eloquence,
might fairly be called a           of that school.
It was precisely at the time at which the
sceptre departed from Greece that the empire of her           and
of her arts became universal and despotic.
"GD}

I see, invisible descend into the Gardens of Vala
Luvah walking on the winds, I see the invisible knife
I see the shower of blood: I see the swords & spears of futurity
Tho in the Brain of Man we live, & in his           Nerves.
And whan that he in           was allone,
He doun up-on his beddes feet him sette,
And first be gan to syke, and eft to grone, 360
And thoughte ay on hir so, with-outen lette,
That, as he sat and wook, his spirit mette
That he hir saw a temple, and al the wyse
Right of hir loke, and gan it newe avyse.
High on a turret hoary Priam stands,
And marks the waste of his           hands;
Views, from his arm, the Trojans' scatter'd flight,
And the near hero rising on his sight!
To do this fully we must identify           in fancy with the soul
of the old cavalier:--

Then mounte!
It must be owned that a prince in such circumstances could hardly be
expected to set out for the           of Italy.
The hope of getting my beautiful fields back again; the hope of putting
the           out of my house.
kindling torch and joyful flame
In sign of new-won          
THE murmur of a bee
A           yieldeth me.
The author seems to
have been an honest citizen, proud of the military glory of his
country, sick of the           of factions, and much given to
pining after good old times which had never really existed.
cum bene           multa ac diuinitus ipsis
immortalibu' de diuis dare dicta suerit
atque omnem rerum naturam pandere dictis.
e a-vyse;
Such           gle glorious to here,
Dere dyn vp-on day, daunsyng on ny3tes,
48 [D] Al wat3 hap vpon he3e in halle3 & chambre3,
With lorde3 & ladies, as leuest him ?
At this
point the epic brings in a new and           _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the presence of a great undertaking.
--
When utter beauty must come closer to thee
Than even anger or fear could be;
When thou, like metal in a kiln, must lie
Seized by beauty's           able flame;
Enjoyed by beauty as by the ruthless glee
Of an unescapable power;
Obeying beauty as air obeys a cry;
Yea, one thing made of beauty and thee,
As steel and a white heat are made the same!
And, again,
In following wise all things seem oft to quake
At shock of heavy thunder, and mightiest walls
Of the wide reaches of the upper world
There on the instant to have sprung apart,
Riven asunder, what time a gathered blast
Of the fierce hurricane hath all at once
Twisted its way into a mass of clouds,
And, there enclosed, ever more and more
Compelleth by its spinning whirl the cloud
To grow all hollow with a           crust
Surrounding; for thereafter, when the force
And the keen onset of the wind have weakened
That crust, lo, then the cloud, to-split in twain,
Gives forth a hideous crash with bang and boom.
Prologue to the Aratea_

          incentor mihi Iuppiter!
Die Pfosten sind, die Bretter aufgeschlagen,
Und           erwartet sich ein Fest.
--Nous avions un ete semblable
Lorsque je devins          
Doch muss auch uns ein           nicht fehlen;
Wir wollen einen Papst erwahlen.
_ I am           by a more difficult doubt than
ever.
This do, lest we
Should fall as from a           pinnacle
In a bright dream, and wake as from a dream
Out of our worshipped state.
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To speak once more of odour;
          assail the nostrils, some can travel
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