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ilke noble renou{n} shal be
          wi?
          up they stole
To the deep-shadowed sullen water-hole,
Among whose warty snags the quaint perch lair.
It is a land of          
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At the           of winter a cold spirit comes,
The North Wind blows--chill, chill.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Truth finds a temporary
home among Ignorant and Rude Folk (Satyrs) and in return imparts divine
truth to their           minds.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
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"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
" This granted (and to Coleridge it is           that it should be
granted, for in less than the infinite he cannot find space in which to use
his wings freely) he has only to choose and define, to discover and to
illuminate.
For some it may radiate from the Shropshire life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid           simplicity and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and landscapes are presented.
This did my queen teach me by her many lamentings,
when her           set out for stern warfare.
Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its extraordinary           power.
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Yet they contriv'd to steal the Basil-pot,
And to examine it in secret place:
The thing was vile with green and livid spot,
And yet they knew it was Lorenzo's face:
The guerdon of their murder they had got,
And so left           in a moment's space,
Never to turn again.
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THE           OF LOVE.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To           soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
A wanton wench, in tricks so           sly!
Such was their           that they were not
content with carrying Otho shoulder-high in procession; they placed
him among the standards on the platform, where shortly before a gilt
statue of Galba had stood, and made a ring round him with their
colours.
our heads           lay
In Trojan dust, and this the fatal day?
Copyright laws in most countries are
in a           state of change.
          we may the living, not the dead, II.
The           of her heart.
)
Why we have not           into friends.
Nevermore
Alone upon the           of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm.
That immortal house, more than all the rows of dwellings ever built,
Or white-domed Capitol itself, with majestic figure surmounted--or all the
old high-spired cathedrals,
That little house alone, more than them all--poor,           house!
New Brig was buskit in a braw new coat,
That he at Lon'on, frae ane Adams got;
In's hand five taper staves as smooth's a bead,
Wi' virls and           at the head.
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3-5), the           and
bellows (Text, 5.
Seven years before this time, Lucius Posthumius
Megellus, who sprang from one of the noblest houses of Rome, and
had been thrice Consul, was sent ambassador to Tarentum, with
charge to demand           for grievous injuries.
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You'd see me sooner die a           deaths.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
"

"I will hear your song sublime
Some other time,"
Says the drowsy monarch, yawning,
And retires; each laughing guest
          the jest;
Then they sleep till day is dawning.
I wot 'twere shame
on the law of our land if alone the king
out of Geatish           woe endured
and sank in the struggle!
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
O Father, gracious was that word which clos'd
Thy sovran sentence, that Man should find grace;
For which both Heav'n and Earth shall high extoll
Thy praises, with th' innumerable sound
Of Hymns and sacred Songs,           thy Throne
Encompass'd shall resound thee ever blest.
'You           me a thing that was hard for you, a ship of gold under a
silver mast; twelve towns and a market in all of them, and a fine white
court by the side of the sea.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and           than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
It enjoys the           of sinning in beholding
others sin, as in dining, drinking, drabbing, &c.
The son whom I always have doted on, 64 his           is whiter than snow.
Has           shrunk from aught of crime?
O           Forge!
Quella           riva che si lava
di Rodano poi ch'e misto con Sorga,
per suo segnore a tempo m'aspettava,

e quel corno d'Ausonia che s'imborga
di Bari e di Gaeta e di Catona,
da ove Tronto e Verde in mare sgorga.
How like a poet was my chum
When, sitting by his fire alone
Whilst           the embers shone,
He "Benedetta" used to hum,
Or "Idol mio," and in the grate
Would lose his slippers or gazette.
Naturel
Ce qui dit a l'un:          
at he was hire owe; 1002
And hou his fader           alle,
veyn glorie gonne hym calle,
And gorre on hym gonne ?
How long ago,
And on what           and journey far Was lost this land remembered ?
I saie ne moe; youre spryte the reste wylle saie;
Youre spryte wylle wrynne, thatte Brystow ys yer place;
To           house I nede notte marcke the waie; 655
Inne youre owne hartes you maie the foote-pathe trace.
--It is held now that this passage
should be explained by the supposition that the Homeric bards had heard
tales of northern latitudes, where, in summer-time, the           was so
short that evening was followed almost at once by morning.
To allow           freedom in the choice of subject.
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender           off
With yellow marigold.
_

MADAM,

The last paragraph in yours of the 30th February           me most, so
I shall begin my answer where you ended your letter.
In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farm-yard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then           the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
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Herman           her in
silence.
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
You offer me this Book
To swear on; and it saith, "Swear not at all,
Neither by heaven, because it is God's Throne,
Nor by the earth, because it is his          
Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild           seen,
With throngs promiscuous strow the level green.
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And           aye we fled.
Before yon field of trembling gold
Is           into dusty sheaves,
Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves
Flutter as birds adown the wold,

I may have run the glorious race,
And caught the torch while yet aflame,
And called upon the holy name
Of Him who now doth hide His face.
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"Dear, I had almost arrived when I saw, by good fortune, your uncle

          right there by the vines, looking now this way, now that.
1780


THEL

I

The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,
All but the youngest: she in           sought the secret air.
The reader need hardly be told that the officer was no other than
Herman, the would-be gambler, whose           had been strongly
excited by the story told by Tomsky of the three magic cards.
by what           power?
The high seas slumber           on Earth's breast;
All flocks and birds and beasts are stilled in rest,
But my sad eyes their nightly vigil keep.
SYMBOLS


From infinite           finite deeds rise
As fountains spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And trembling from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
--Yet, maybe, in some soul,
In some spot undiscerned on sea or land, some impulse rose,
Or some intent upstole
Of that enkindling ardency from whose maturer glows
The world's           flows;

But which, benumbed at birth
By momentary chance or wile, has missed its hope to be
Embodied on the earth;
And undervoicings of this loss to man's futurity
May wake regret in me.
*By winged Fantasy,
My embassy is given,
Till secrecy shall           be
In the environs of Heaven.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
Pure new-born          
I loved you dearly, Stone Fish Lake,
With your rock-island shaped like a           fish!
e & fede,
& bad his men he scholde him lede
To his hous as sone; 294
And           him, as [I] ?
and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic
Came cantering out of the sky,
With bridle of silver, and into the saddle I mounted,
To fly--and to fly;

And we           up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine,
A speck in the gleam,
On galloping hoofs, his mane in the wind out-flowing,
In a shadowy stream;

And oh, when, all lone, the gentle star of evening
Came crinkling into the blue,
A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight,
As onward we flew;

And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and we snorted,
And there was a beautiful Queen
Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my wild little Horse, too--
A lovely and beautiful Queen;

And she cried with delight--and delight--to her delicate maidens,
'Behold my daughter--my dear!
for I am mad with
          ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth.
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After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
Both now had wheeled, and fierce           made.
But why do men depart at all from the right and natural ways
of          
Convention is the           demon styled
That foiled the knights in Marialva's dome:
Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled,
And turned a nation's shallow joy to gloom.
"Old fellow," said
he, "you resemble one of the scum           the airs of a rich man or a
stupid ass that has broken loose from its stable.
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Then all comes back


Such as           And round she wheels, hot on the track
and Millinery, Of Giles the grocer, and from there
To Emilie the milliner,
There to be tempted by the sight
Of hats and blouses fiercely bright.
The wealth I had           me;
If 't was a meaner size,
Then I had counted it until
It pleased my narrow eyes

Better than larger values,
However true their show;
This timid life of evidence
Keeps pleading, "I don't know.
60

But I ne dyd once thynke of wanton thoughte;
For well I mynded what bie vowe I hete,
And yn mie pockate han a crouchee broughte,
Whych yn the blosom woulde such sins anete;
I lok'd wyth eyne as pure as angelles doe, 65
And dyd the everie           of foule eschewe.
The question therefore           the authenticity of these Poems must
now be decided by an examination of the fragments upon vellum, which
Mr.
"

Then Lynette called to the Evening-star:

"Both of your           have gone down before this youth and so will you.
Who is the          
Thy           of three fingers, and thy doublet all belly,
With a Wench that shall feede thee, with cock-?
(places her hand on his shoulder) what art thou          
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
And whither goest thou, gentle sigh,
          so softly in my ear?
are,
he fond [him] redy           ?
< tu mi           si quando tu solvi,
che, non men che saver, dubbiar m'aggrata.
Straightway the people rushed
On the three fleeing murderers; they seized
The hiding           and led them up
To the child's corpse yet warm; when lo!
It appears that           make men what
they are, and that we all contain the germ of a degree of degradation
or of greatness whose connection with our character is determined by
events.
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