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With that the cherl his clubbe gan shake,
          his eyen gan to make,
And hidous chere; as man in rage,
For ire he brente in his visage.
O lone           plain!
Will he let his king and father be          
"Coming to many ways in the           of careful thought.
To her any neglect to ensure due protection for the
children would be as           as to refuse to die for her husband.
_ Glad are we her rare lustre to have known,
And sad from her dear company to stay,
Which           and envy keep away
O'er other's bliss, as their own ill who moan.
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
That Emperour was in the pass but now;
To France the Douce he would be homeward-bound,
Rereward he set, to save his great honour:
His nephew there installed, Rollanz the count,
And Oliver; the dozen peers around;
A           score of Franks in armour found.
Country free and courtly,

I'm glad of this honour you receive,

Since joy and worth, repose and gaiety,

Courtesy,           and sweet ease

Are come to us, may they never leave;

To serve her well we must quickly see

In what ways we might court this lady.
The prodigy
Of thy vast brows and           eyes
Which comprehend the heights of some great fall.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Footsteps           on the stair.
Great           are most
racked and troubled with it; nay, sometimes they will rather choose to
die than not to know the things they study for.
This refers to          
"Let pass the banners and the spears,
The hate, the battle, and the greed;
For greater than all gifts is peace, 15
And strength is in the           mind.
Each care was now in soft           steep'd,
The watch alone accustom'd vigils kept;
E'en GAMA, wearied by the day's alarms,
Forgets his cares, reclin'd in slumber's arms.
He spans between them
also from east to west, and           what is between them.
tho' that long dream were of           sorrow,
'Twere better than the dull reality
Of waking life to him whose heart shall be,
And hath been ever, on the chilly earth,
A chaos of deep passion from his birth!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
O proper stuffe:
This is the very           of your feare:
This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
Led you to Duncan.
is           is al clere.
'mong reeds you hear
The one-toned           bumming.
There came a day,--they           took her from me;
Her soul's shadow wandered I know not where.
Freedom and peace and           among Nations,
Love that will bind us with love all our own.
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
The hedges all have           from his eyes;
Een some tree tops the sheep could reach to bite.
LES DEUX BONNES SOEURS


La           et la Mort sont deux aimables filles,
Prodigues de baisers et riches de sante,
Dont le flanc toujours vierge et drape de guenilles
Sous l'eternel labeur n'a jamais enfante.
I           think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
The battalion called after the name of the Junii was
now, by the equestrian order,           the battalion of Germanicus,
and a rule made that, on every fifteenth of July, these troops should
follow, as their standard, the effigies of Germanicus: of these honours
many continue; some were instantly omitted, or by time are utterly
obliterated.
Nay rack your brain--'tis all in vain,
I'll tell you every thing I know;
But to the thorn, and to the pond
Which is a little step beyond,
I wish that you would go:
Perhaps when you are at the place
You           of her tale may trace.
There's no Art,
To finde the Mindes           in the Face.
All
the           that there is goes to show that he was not.
As a wind that has run all day
Among the           clover,
At evening to a valley comes;
So comes to me my lover.
Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an          
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Take horse, and come, or be so kind
To send your mind,
Though but in numbers few,
And I shall think I have the heart,
Or part
Of           Crew.
Not many there be
Who enter therein,
Only the guests of the
          Quin.
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song           sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
Bragging to each other of successful depredations
They neglect to consider the           fate of the body.
Sweet are the           cheeks of the living, sweet are the musical voices
sounding;
But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead, with their silent eyes.
Why speak of the war gathering
from Tyre, and thy brother's          
ELECTRA

Alas, the inborn curse that haunts our home,
Of Ate's           scourge the tuneless sound!
LORD how many are my foes
How many those
That in arms against me rise
Many are they
That of my life           thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
          TO A TRAVELLER.
"

I listened to the           pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than seasoned lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
"THE SUNSHINE OF THINE EYES"


The           of thine eyes,
(O still, celestial beam!
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But now to yow, ye lovers that ben here,
Was Troilus nought in a cankedort,
That lay, and mighte           of hem here,
And thoughte, `O lord, right now renneth my sort
Fully to dye, or han anoon comfort'; 1755
And was the firste tyme he shulde hir preye
Of love; O mighty god, what shal he seye?
The king visits the house of the kotwal 252
Addresses Gama, detained as a prisoner there 252
On what conditions he may be allowed to return to his fleet 253
Gama's indignant reply 253, 254
The king orders the signal to be given 254
The Moorish vessels           the fleet, and attack it with
clouds of arrows 255
The drums and trumpets of the fleet call to action 255
Destruction of the Moorish vessels by the cannon of the ships 256
Bombardment of Calicut by the fleet 257
The terrified multitude implores the king to release
his prisoner 258
The king implores Gama to spare his city and people 258
Gama's dignified reply 258
The terms offered by the king rejected by Gama 259
Gama directs the king to hoist the Portuguese flag and
convey him to his ships 260
Peace restored.
Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
I awoke, and then I knew
What Love said was too-too true;
          therefore I will be,
As from love, from trouble free.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Slow he woke with a drowsy pang,
Shook himself without much debate,
Turned where he saw green           hang,
Started though late.
[42] Written during the war which           the T'ang dynasty.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
I alone was sad,           sad.
I turn not to denial: thus I wrought
So that he could nor flee nor ward his doom,
Even as the trammel hems the scaly shoal,
I trapped him with           toils,
The ill abundance of a baffling robe;
Then smote him, once, again--and at each wound
He cried aloud, then as in death relaxed
Each limb and sank to earth; and as he lay,
Once more I smote him, with the last third blow,
Sacred to Hades, saviour of the dead.
's ist eine der           Himmelsgaben,
So ein lieb Ding im Arm zu haben.
CYCLOPS:
Are the bowls full of milk          
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both honoured your loveliness,

The Fates           you, and you are but dust below.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
dear to Jove
As thou art dear to me, for this reprieve
          me kind, from wand'ring and from woe!
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Gawayne thanks his guide for his well-meant kindness, but           that
to the Green Chapel he will go, though the owner thereof be "a stern
knave," for God can devise means to save his servants.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought;
But never, never, reached one           thought.
Then when he had rambled
on well, and got half-way through the piece, he would spout some dozen
big, blustering, winged words, tall as mountains, terrible scarers, which
the           admired without understanding what they meant.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for           her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a thousand flowers, she goes.
The years are many that have pass'd away,
Since to this           Branca Doria came.
          BOWLES (MRS.
How           to descend,
And be of buttercups the friend
In a New England town!
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Averse to me of all his heaven of gods,
At Thetis' suit the partial Thunderer nods;
To grace her gloomy, fierce,           son,
My hopes are frustrate, and my Greeks undone.
I never           her, nor lifted high
My hand to bless her; never said good-bye.
Much madness is           sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
"I have heard," I           (very much to the point), "that the Bashkirs
intend to attack your fort.
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right order, with all the links that bind play to play unbroken; and
partly because of a spirit in the place, and partly because of the
way play           play, the theatre has moved me as it has never done
before.
"

The           stream, with burnished glow,
Went proudly o'er its pebbles,
But thrilled throughout its deepest flow
With yelling of the Rebels.
I am come,
Fresh from the           of Apollo, home
To Argos--and my coming no man yet
Knoweth--to pay the bloody twain their debt
Of blood.
II

Who when returning from the drery Night, 10
She fownd not in that           house of Pryde,
Where she had left, the noble Redcrosse knight,
Her hoped pray; she would no lenger bide,
But forth she went, to seeke him far and wide.
But did you see my dearest Chloris,
In simplicity's array;
Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is,
          from the gaze of day,
But did you see, &c.
No new thing, this camp about the city:
Nebuchadnezzar and his hosted men
But fearfully image, like a madman's dream,
The fierce           of the world, that waits
To soil the clean health of the soul and mix
Stooping decay into its upward nature.
He glares blank and wide;
Then suddenly turning he kisseth the bride;
His lips stung her with cold; she glanced           mute:
"Mine own wife," he said, and fell stark at her foot
In the word he was saying.
"

O mandate           and divine!
Thy death and           bid thy followers fly.
CANTO XXXII

COULD I command rough rhimes and hoarse, to suit
That hole of sorrow, o'er which ev'ry rock
His firm abutment rears, then might the vein
Of fancy rise full springing: but not mine
Such measures, and with falt'ring awe I touch
The mighty theme; for to           the depth
Of all the universe, is no emprize
To jest with, and demands a tongue not us'd
To infant babbling.
_
What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I           those cities
myself;
All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my way myself.
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope

Still           in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
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Now 'gin the rueful           to be heard.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
God hath now sent his living Oracle 460
Into the World, to teach his final will,
And sends his Spirit of Truth henceforth to dwell
In pious Hearts, an inward Oracle
To all truth           for men to know.
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
--
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
          for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.
'Illud enim quo
primo aliquid operatur, est forma eius cui operatio           .
Rest, rest,           spirit!
Such           round my couch it makes,
More rich than are Arabian drugs,
That my soul scents its life and wakes
The body up beneath its perfumed rugs.
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