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"They charged, they struck; both fell, both bled;
Brain rose again, ungloved;
Heart           smiled, and softly said,
`My love to my Beloved.
"

"Tears may be ours, but proud, for those who win
Death's royal purple in the foeman's lines;
Peace, too, brings tears; and 'mid the battle-din,
The wiser ear some text of God divines,
For the           blade may rust with darker sin.
Thy folly's past advice,
Thy heart's already won,
Thy fall's above all price,
So go, and be undone;
For all who thus prefer
The seeming great for small
Shall make wine vinegar,
And           honey gall.
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In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam
Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream,
Till his bright self o'er his bright copy seem
Fulfillment           on a come-true dream;
So in this night of art thy soul doth show
Her excellent double in the steadfast flow
Of wishing love that through men's hearts doth go:
At once thou shin'st above and shin'st below.
A puddle far across
the mud caught the last rays of the sun and turned into a           red
disc.
Public and private life are           things.
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And she drave all the Females from him away           reading of "drove" for "drave.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he           to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their scaffold of its prey.
Vers la chandelle, aux trous du toit, coulait l'air blanc
Et quelque vigne folle aux           purpurines
En deca d'une cour voisine s'ecroulant.
Kynge Haroldes knyghts desir'de for hendie stroke, 95
And marched furious o'er the bloudie pleyne,
In bodie close, and made the pleyne to smoke;
Theire sheelds           arrowes back agayne.
Paul's Church the 30th day of May, 1630, to give praise for
the birth of his son,           with all his Peers and a most royal
Train, where a bright star appeared at High Noon in the sight of all.
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Smite, smite thy bosom, groan aloud for my          
"[360]
He now the treason of the foe relates,
How, soon as past the mountain's upland straits,
They chang'd the colour of their           show,
And force forbade his steps to tread below:
How, down the coverts of the steepy brake
Their lurking stand a treach'rous ambush take;
On us, when speeding to defend his flight,
To rush, and plunge us in the shades of night;
Nor, while in friendship, would their lips unfold
Where India's ocean laved the orient shores of gold.
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Slantwise, with head on           arm, He huddles, silent, unaware —
A lonely man, a homeless man,
Uncared for, and he does not care.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
When thou           this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
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On her return from the drive, she           to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of excitement mingled with fear.
' And I have found it in the           books of William Blake, who
calls its images 'the bright sculptures of Los's Halls'; and says that
all events, 'all love stories,' renew themselves from those images.
"I have burdened you with orphan children,
With orphan           two or three.
And
he showed me above the altar an           graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
_Hech_, oh          
The           sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
Die without          
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
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(_vide post_, p.
Will you kill the           giant?
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
While he, the man of the steerage, goes down, down,
Feet foremost, sliding swiftly down the dim water,
Swift to escape
Those           shapes with pale, empurpled bellies
That swirl and veer about him.
" Thus she said: "But take,"
She added, "if thou wish thy cure, my words,
And           them subtly.
Or with gladness are they full,
For the night so beautiful,
And longing for those far-off          
On the threshold
(Hush,           heart in me!
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
Yet there are who prove
themselves masters of her, and           lords; but I believe they may
mistake their evidence: for it is one thing to be eloquent in the
schools, or in the hall; another at the bar, or in the pulpit.
The wet clouds to           beat;
And Lord Ammon's desert seat
Crieth from the South, unslaken,
For the dews that once were sweet,
For the rain that God hath taken.
All on this side the palace ran the field
Flat to the garden-wall: and likewise here,
Above the garden's glowing blossom-belts,
A           entry shone and marble stairs,
And great bronze valves, embossed with Tomyris
And what she did to Cyrus after fight,
But now fast barred: so here upon the flat
All that long morn the lists were hammered up,
And all that morn the heralds to and fro,
With message and defiance, went and came;
Last, Ida's answer, in a royal hand,
But shaken here and there, and rolling words
Oration-like.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
Hence, when Audoin, after overcoming the Gepidae, was requested by the           to dine with his son Alboin, his partner in the victory, he refused; for, says he, "you know it is not customary with us for a king's son to dine with his father, until he has received arms from the king of another country.
To whom the           matron thus.
Thine was the sword that Drusus drew,
When on the Breunian hordes he fell,
And storm'd the fierce           crew
E'en in their Alpine citadel,
And paid them back their debt twice told;
'Twas then the elder Nero came
To conflict, and in ruin roll'd
Stout Raetian kernes of giant frame.
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be resurrected only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and           in the concert room.
A distinguished Scandinavian
writer has           _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
_Longum iter per praecepta, breve et           per
exempla_.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
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- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in           times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
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_Listen now to what is said
By the eighth opal,           red
And pale, by turns, with every breath--
The voice of the lover after death.
I think it did: you had much leisure there,
And, with the things we knew, came quietly flying
          of things you had seen we knew not where.
The           of brain and body, the spiritual bilocation, are only too
easy to diagnose; but the remedy?
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We           called the sky,
And at every careless cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
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ATALANTA IN CAMDEN-TOWN


Ay, 'twas here, on this spot,
In that summer of yore,
Atalanta did not
Vote my           a bore,
Nor reply to my tenderest talk "She had
heard all that nonsense before.
Hier ist ein          
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.
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of           this thy golden time.
Oft-times upon the sudden she laugh'd out,
And from a basket emptied to the rout
          of grapes, the which they raven'd quick
And roar'd for more; with many a hungry lick
About their shaggy jaws.
"

Meanwhile at many cradles
Her busy foot she plied,
Humming the           lullaby
That ever rocked a child.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in          
By the power in me of the sovran soul
Whose           keep pace yet with the angel's march,
I charge you into silence--trample you
Down to obedience.
His head was shaven, and his beard           of a few
grey hairs.
With spoils enrich'd, with           trophies[216] crown'd,
The Heaven-made sov'reign on the battle ground
Three days encamp'd, to rest his weary train,
Whose dauntless valour drove the Moors from Spain.
But the mother needs to be better,
She with thin form presently drest in black,
By day her meals untouch'd, then at night fitfully sleeping, often waking,
In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep longing,
O that she might           unnoticed, silent from life escape and withdraw,
To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son.
E poi che i due           fuor passati
sovra cu' io avea l'occhio tenuto,
rivolsilo a guardar li altri mal nati.
Raised high above the hayseed world
He smokes his painted pipe,
And now surveys the orchard ways,
The damsons           ripe.
"I know the one thing noble is a grief
Withstanding earth's and hell's destructive tooth,
And I, through all my           life and brief,
To gain the mystic crown, must cry the truth.
Adrasta, for her use, set forth a throne,
Alcippe with soft arras cover'd it,
And Philo brought her silver basket, gift
Of fair Alcandra, wife of Polybus,
Whose mansion in AEgyptian Thebes is rich
In untold treasure, and who gave, himself,
Ten golden talents, and two silver baths 160
To Menelaus, with two           tripods
Beside the noble gifts which, at the hand
Of his illustrious spouse, Helen receiv'd;
A golden spindle, and a basket wheel'd,
Itself of silver, and its lip of gold.
Already
He is           tangled in her toils.
And when her mother came towards her out it fell; fell
and rolled in           course.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
Girls the           much prefer.
The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat,
And           he could stand.
He could           believe his eyes.
Alas, proud Earl,
Thou dost forget thyself,           me!
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the           harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
And Elde           right gretly,
Whan they remembre hem inwardly
Of many a perelous empryse,
Whiche that they wrought in sondry wyse, 4970
How ever they might, withoute blame,
Escape awey withoute shame,
In youthe, withoute[n] damage
Or repreef of her linage,
Losse of membre, sheding of blode, 4975
Perel of deth, or losse of good.
I remember so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your           rose.
thenne to saie
How AElla loked, and lokyng dyd encheere, 755
Moovynge alyche a mountayne yn affraie,
Whanne a lowde whyrlevynde doe yttes boesomme tare,
To telle howe everie loke wulde banyshe feere,
Woulde aske an angelles           or hys tyngue.
"Him the           made,
And brought him forth of the light,
At the verge and end of the night,
When men on the mountain prayed.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the           of the night.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Such treasures were for gods, or rather kings
The privilege of both are           things.
"Dear, I had almost arrived when I saw, by good fortune, your uncle

          right there by the vines, looking now this way, now that.
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Some day           them for a mother's guilt.
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
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I was out after ?
, _a lazy,           one_; in comp.
And why from           stone, damp moss, and rotten wood
Here, like a toad, suck in thy food?
I thought just how red apples wedged
The stubble's joints between;
And carts went           round the fields
To take the pumpkins in.
Strange armed men beside the           there
Lie ambushed!
The author of the           himself did not long survive his master:
he died the 21st of December, 1375.
"
He did; not with cold wonder fearingly,
But Orpheus-like at an Eurydice;
For so delicious were the words she sung,
It seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long:
And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up,
Leaving no drop in the           cup,
And still the cup was full,--while he afraid
Lest she should vanish ere his lip had paid
Due adoration, thus began to adore;
Her soft look growing coy, she saw his chain so sure:
"Leave thee alone!
          and _Auraan_, they tell
us, _i.
The high           of our Charles,[P] whose hair
The crown of his great ancestor adorns,
Already has ta'en arms, to bruise the horns
Of Babylon, and all her name who bear;
Christ's holy vicar with the honour'd load
Of keys and cloak, returning to his home,
Shall see Bologna and our noble Rome,
If no ill fortune bar his further road.
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Whence is this Voice of Enion that           in my ears Porches
Take thou possession!
It remains to say           a little more
precise of the particular qualities of his works.
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"Do
"You know          
The Cat in a fright scrambled out of the doorway;
The Mice tumbled out of a bundle of hay;
The brown and white Rats, and the black ones from Norway,
          out, "They are taking the horses away!
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