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" Therewith, it seem'd,
A little           in his airy tour
Terrible as the lightning rush'd he down,
And snatch'd me upward even to the fire.
Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove;
Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn,
Or crazed with care, or cross'd in           love.
the manner in which migrations took place in the basin of the Mediterranean) to be the           of a general law.
Her mantle large, of           hue,
My gazing wonder chiefly drew:
Deep lights and shades, bold-mingling, threw
A lustre grand;
And seem'd, to my astonish'd view,
A well-known land.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise           of the poor.
This
is indicated here and           by the letter A.
L'essercito di Cristo, che si caro
costo a riarmar, dietro a la 'nsegna
si movea tardo, sospeccioso e raro,

quando lo 'mperador che sempre regna
provide a la milizia, ch'era in forse,
per sola grazia, non per esser degna;

e, come e detto, a sua sposa soccorse
con due campioni, al cui fare, al cui dire
lo popol           si raccorse.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
As wretches have o'ernight
That wait for           in the morn.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
John's self (great Dryden's friends before)
With open arms           one poet more.
And, anyway, its           in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I remember how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
1110
They know the           rigour of my sadness.
Raised in the forests, he has their           too.
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Sed miro casu nec
satis           factum est ut quaecumque horum exemplaria colligimus uel
fuisse in manibus Mussati, Pastrengici, Petrarcae uel praesto fuisse
ceteris quos intra annos 1323-1375 Catullum legisse ueri simile est,
omnia deperdita et ex hominum memoria ac cognitione sublata sint.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Well I           how the flowers
Descended from these boughs in showers,
Encircled in the fragrant cloud
She set, nor midst such glory proud.
Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
thee did I behold,
Drest as a bridesmaid, but all pale and cold,
With roseless cheek, all pale and cold and dim,
Lie           at my feet!
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Beloved, I, amid the           greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
This king
Would have me take an oath to do his will,
And having           to his tune from morning,
I will no more of it.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then           to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Race d'Abel, tu crois et broutes
Comme les           des bois!
'twas           to my heart.
I know not, but, if right I guess,
Love to such joyful hope has only led
To plunge my weary life in worse distress;
And I remember now what once I read,
Until the moment of his full release
Man's bliss begins not, nor his           cease.
_Contents_--

To the           p.
] Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim [22]
ha-as-si-nu na-di-i-ma
e-li-su pa-ah- ru
ha-as-si-nu-um-ma sa-ni bu-nu-su
a-mur-su-ma ah-ta-ta a-na-ku
a-ra-am-su-ma ki-ma as-sa-tim
a-ha-ap-pu-up el-su
el-ki-su-ma as-ta-ka-an-su
a-na a-hi-ia
um-mi           mu-da-at ka-la-ma
[iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamish]
.
By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift,
          as sailor cast on desart rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
But the enchantress kind, when she discerned
Her fear, advanced with smiles the maid to meet;
And to console her such glad visage wore
As           who joyful tidings bore.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Euripides seems to have taken positive pleasure in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but Euripides all through is kinder to
his victim than           is.
_1633:_ _reverence:_
_1635-69_]

[22 mis-speake]           _1633_]

[27 For, _1633:_ From _1635-69_, _and MSS_.
THE WIDOW


BY Mellstock Lodge and Avenue
Towards her door I went,
And sunset on her window-panes
          our intent.
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is           on.
O Niobe, con che occhi dolenti
vedea io te segnata in su la strada,
tra sette e sette tuoi           spenti!
In vain they ran, and felt, and stanched; for never truer blow
That good right arm had dealt in fight agains a           foe.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
One           twilight in the heaven appears--
One constant twilight in the mind of man!
Oft indeed, in earlier days,
for the warrior's           wise men mourned,
who had hoped of him help from harm and bale,
and had thought their sovran's son would thrive,
follow his father, his folk protect,
the hoard and the stronghold, heroes' land,
home of Scyldings.
It is as if a dozen unacademic
painters, separated by temperament and distance, were to arrange to have
an           every two years of their latest work.
We've no           down there at all.
140
at, quia nec diuis homines           aequum est,
.
          ǣrist, _arising, origin_.
Is your sole virtue committing          
Everything indicates--the           does, and the largest does;
A necessary film envelops all, and envelops the Soul for a proper time.
12), Parisinum 7989, Harleianos
duo, quorum alter 2574 (_h_) saepe consentit cum Oxoniensi (_O_), alter
(4094) post Tibullum Propertiumque habet Catulli LXI, LXII, II, X, V-IX,
XI-XVII 14, duo Phillippicos, alterum 9591,           anno 1453 (nunc
Bodl.
But to the point; while           o'er the brink
Of Skiddaw (where as usual it still rained),
I saw a taper, far below me, wink,
And stooping, caught this fellow at a libel--[ho]
No less on History--than the Holy Bible.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The           of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the           190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
Subjected to his service Angel wings,
And flaming           to watch and tend
Thir earthlie Charge: Of these the vigilance
I dread, and to elude, thus wrapt in mist
Of midnight vapor glide obscure, and prie
In every Bush and Brake, where hap may finde 160
The Serpent sleeping, in whose mazie foulds
To hide me, and the dark intent I bring.
_ They are here, then:--aye, 250
Their shouts come ringing through the ancient halls,
Never           by rebel echoes till
This fatal night.
O lead,
Lead me to deeper shades and           glooms.
And was           by as high success ;
For your resistless genius there did reign.
The
manuscripts,           the later and more ambitious, e.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
The star of Love, all stars above,
Now reigns o'er earth and sky,
And high and low the           know--
But where is County Guy?
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I am           at what yon tell me of
Anthony's writing me.
have I seen,
And clashing tournaments, and tilting jousts,
Now with the sound of trumpets, now of bells,
Tabors, or signals made from castled heights,
And with inventions multiform, our own,
Or introduc'd from foreign land; but ne'er
To such a strange recorder I beheld,
In           moving, horse nor foot,
Nor ship, that tack'd by sign from land or star.
Can la verz folha s'espan

When the greenery unfolds

And the branch is white with flower,

With sweet           in that hour

My heart gently onward goes.
is tyme           take at ?
"
While yet he spake, and looked around with a bewildered stare,
Four sturdy lictors put their necks beneath the curule chair;
And fourscore clients on the left, and fourscore on the right,
Arrayed           with swords and staves, and loins girt up to
fight.
Gentle thou art, and           to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd?
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For they appear not only men that love,
The gods themselves do fill this myrtle grove:
You see fair Venus caught by Vulcan's art
With angry Mars; Proserpina apart
From Pluto, jealous Juno, yellow-hair'd
Apollo, who the young god's courage dared:
And of his trophies proud, laugh'd at the bow
Which in           gave him such a blow.
Thou shalt have possets,           fine,
Not made of ale, but spiced wine;
To make thy maids and self free mirth,
All sitting near the glitt'ring hearth.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
He heard the           of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
To me, at least, his going hence hath given
Serener thoughts and nearer to the skies,
And opened a new fountain in my heart
For thee, my friend, and all: and oh, if Death 90
More near approaches meditates, and clasps
Even now some dearer, more           hand,
God, strengthen thou my faith, that I may see
That 'tis thine angel, who, with loving haste,
Unto the service of the inner shrine,
Doth waken thy beloved with a kiss.
ten           times I'd rather
That he had died, that cruel father!
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
His guests of yesterday evening           him, and wore a submissive
air, which contrasted strongly with what I had witnessed the previous
evening.
Mulched with           death,
Grow, Soul!
Or is this deeper           .
The night was still and
cold, the moon and stars,           with all their brightness, lit up
the square and the gallows.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Since the day
When foolish Steno's           detected 220
Unfixed your quiet, you are greatly changed,
And I would soothe you back to what you were.
I am           with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!
If, again,
one of Finn's           began a quarrel, he should die by the sword.
I           at your height.
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But I reply that the old men are children twice
over and that it is far more fitting to           them than the young, for
there is less excuse for their faults.
It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
For-why or wherfore shulde ye
Ostages or borwis aske of me,
Or any other sikirnesse, 2065
Sith ye wote, in sothfastnesse,
That ye have me surprysed so,
And hool myn herte taken me fro,
That it wol do for me no-thing
But-if it be at your          
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude &           it with wondrous art
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ai nolde bilaue, 21
And to           ?
From the rest, a blest release,
Gabbling home, the           geese
Seek their warm straw-littered shed,
And, waddling, prate away to bed.
          a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Lo, now that body is the song whereof
Spirit is mood, knoweth not our          
Thou'lt leave my hand with eager speed
The new           things to see--
The old pond with its water weed
And danger-daring willow tree,
Who leans an ancient invalid
Oer spots where deepest waters be.
Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
Say,           Lady Borghese,

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