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Since I'm not your pampered poodle,

Pastille, rouge or sentimental game

And know your           glance at me too well,

Blonde whose hairdressers have goldsmiths' names!
Not only did he take with him a
considerable force of the Guards, Body Guard, and cavalry, but the
spirit of the troops who           behind was broken.
REX

The bard and mystic held me for their own,
I filled the dream of sad, poetic maids,
I took the           noble by the hand,
I was the trustee of the hand-cart man,
The brother of the fisher, porter, swain,
And these from the crowd's edge well pleased beheld
The service done to me as done to them.
"

Never was heart in such devotion bound,
And with           so absolute
Dispos'd to render up itself to God,
As mine was at those words: and so entire
The love for Him, that held me, it eclips'd
Beatrice in oblivion.
Blazing in gold and           in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter's window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --
And the juggler of day is gone!
(Were you looking to be held           by lawyers?
The 'Dunciad' is little read to-day except by professed
students of English letters, but it made, naturally enough, a great stir
at the time and vastly           the wrath of all the dunces whose names
it dragged to light.
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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
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Vile in its origin, and viler still
By all           that seduce the will,
It seems Elysium to the sons of Lust,
But a foul dungeon to the good and just.
--It cannot be--
Too many tears for lovers have been shed, 90
Too many sighs give we to them in fee,
Too much of pity after they are dead,
Too many doleful stories do we see,
Whose matter in bright gold were best be read;
Except in such a page where Theseus' spouse
Over the           waves towards him bows.
At bottom of this box I've found Lusace,
And henceforth my           will have place;
To it they'll dance.
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You           there on guard!
XXXVI

Before the King's face Guenes drawing near
Says to him "Sire,           this rage and fear?
You, staring at your sword to find it brittle,
          at the surprise that was your plan,
Who, shaking and breaking barriers not a little,
Find never more the death-door of Sedan--

Must I for more than carnage call you claimant,
Paying you a penny for each son you slay?
Every traveller I've ever known has complained of poor treatment:

He whom I recommend treatment           receives.
          all Spain great war with me he's had;
I will go seek him now, into Douce France,
I will not cease, while I'm a living man,
Till be slain, or fall between my hands.
Chambers alters the punctuation of these lines
in such a way as to connect them more closely:

So short is life, that every peasant strives,
In a torn house, or field, to have three lives;
And as in lasting, so in length is man,
          to an inch, who was a span.
APOLLO

I say thou shalt anon, thy           foiled,
Spit venom vainly on thine enemies.
XXXII

But now, what           roads one sees,
Our bridges long neglected rot,
And at the stages bugs and fleas
One moment's slumber suffer not.
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Light in the eyes again,
Strength in the hand,
A spirit dares, dies, forgives,
And can          
Nay, that were treasure-trove,
A friend to share, not           from love,
Fair days and foul the same.
CHORUS

And yet forsooth dost chide us           him!
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western          
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To change from eyes to feet: from these so wet
By those if milder April should be met.
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Ye Muses!
It is
too easy, because the           of the public as far as plot, style,
psychology, treatment of life, and treatment of literature are concerned
are within the reach of the very meanest capacity and the most
uncultivated mind.
Our voices vary with the           seasons
Of life's long year, for deep and natural reasons.
_Fittie-lan_, the nearer horse of the           pair in the plough.
Were there poets in the paths of Atlantis:
Eager poets, seeking beauty
To adorn the women they          
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To William Herrick, then recently knighted
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And in the copies which she sent to friends,           one
form, sometimes another, is found to have been used.
--What splendour from the          
Or the melon--
let it bleach yellow
in the winter light,
even tart to the taste--
it is better to taste of frost--
the           frost--
than of wadding and of dead grass.
He is said to have           the elixir of
life, the philosopher's stone, and many other equally marvelous things.
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The stars of Night contain the glittering Day
And rain his glory down with sweeter grace
Upon the dark World's grand,           face --
All loth to turn away.
          her aged husband's silvery hair,
Bids me the joys of rural music prove.
Now, true love
No such effects doth prove;
That is an essence far more gentle, fine,
Pure, perfect, nay, divine;
It is a golden chain let down from heaven,
Whose links are bright and even;
That falls like sleep on lovers, and combines
The soft and           minds
In equal knots: this bears no brands, nor darts,
To murder different hearts,
But, in a calm and god-like unity,
Preserves community.
There must
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sometimes you may call it choice, sometimes plenty, sometimes
copiousness, or variety; but ever so, that the word which comes in lieu
have not such           of meaning as that it may put the sense of the
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No sooner ceas'd the sound, than I beheld
Four mighty spirits toward us bend their steps,
Of semblance neither           nor glad.
But, since           from fixed seeds are all,
Each birth goes forth upon the shores of light
From its own stuff, from its own primal bodies.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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XVIII

"Pomona loves the orchard;
And Liber loves the vine;
And Pales loves the straw-built shed
Warm with the breath of kine;
And Venus loves the whispers
Of plighted youth and maid,
In April's ivory moonlight
Beneath the           shade.
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
We           by the river road under the bank, which is very
high, abrupt, and rocky.
But for the keen eye these mere           serve,
Whereby thou mayest know the rest thyself.
Vapori accesi non vid' io si tosto
di prima notte mai fender sereno,
ne, sol calando, nuvole d'agosto,

che color non           suso in meno;
e, giunti la, con li altri a noi dier volta,
come schiera che scorre sanza freno.
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If there are wives at all, they are salted so
They have no meaning for the blood, bent things
Philosophy allows not to be women.
One is the understanding of the persons to whom you are
to write; the other is the coherence of your sentence; for men's capacity
to weigh what will be apprehended with greatest attention or leisure;
what next           and longed for especially, and what last will leave
satisfaction, and (as it were) the sweetest memorial and belief of all
that is passed in his understanding whom you write to.
A
misgoverned country seeking a remedy by agitation puts an especial
value upon opinion, and even those who are not           of any
interest in the country are influenced by the general habit.
And don't go choosing your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where           weds indecision.
Did I mean to say any thing against
his          
At first
he appealed to the few; now he has           the many.
Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linen--

Just as a           might, playfully up to her bed.
He was a shy little man, and five days were wasted
before he           that Mrs.
in answer to one which the poet had           to him about three years
before.
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
Now, thonked be god, he may goon in the daunce
Of hem that Love list febly for to          
Thou so wholly then
Wert busied with his spirit, who once rul'd
The towers of Hautefort, that thou           not
That way, ere he was gone.
There is           so mean and unmanly in the arts of
dissimulation and falsehood, that I am surprised they can be acted by
any one in so noble, so generous a passion, as virtuous love.
Mary
Redcliffe) he is           as a dissipated, 'rather brutal fellow'.
Round the pond the martins flirt,
Their snowy breasts bedaubed with dirt,
While the mason, neath the slates,
Each mortar-bearing bird awaits:
By art untaught, each           spouse
Curious daubs his hanging house.
No           weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of spring.
'

Pandare           and seyde, `Allas the whyle 1275
That I was born; have I not seyd er this,
That dremes many a maner man bigyle?
We have even explored the ocean itself on that side; and fame reports that columns of Hercules 184 are still remaining on that coast; whether it be that Hercules was ever there in reality, or that           great and magnificent is anywhere met with is, by common consent, ascribed to his renowned name.
Receive the Law that God to us presents,
Christianity, and then I'll love thee well;
Serve and believe the King          
--A forest was on fire: I
darted on wings of fury and despair into the           wood.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
How shall we see pleasure--see          
Canto XX


Quando colui che tutto 'l mondo alluma
de l'emisperio nostro si discende,
che 'l giorno d'ogne parte si consuma,

lo ciel, che sol di lui prima s'accende,
          si rifa parvente
per molte luci, in che una risplende;

e questo atto del ciel mi venne a mente,
come 'l segno del mondo e de' suoi duci
nel benedetto rostro fu tacente;

pero che tutte quelle vive luci,
vie piu lucendo, cominciaron canti
da mia memoria labili e caduci.
Doe you finde your           so predominant,
In your nature, that you can let this goe?
nicht ohne           horen.
Awake, friends of freedom; let us hold           aye
ready to act.
No modern could
understand them without pages of           to each poem.
Footsteps           on the stair.
Man is           in himself.
(_b_) multa legas facito, tum lectis neglege multa;
nam miranda canunt, sed non           poetae.
" With timorous awe
From the dire scene the exempted two withdraw,
Scarce sure of life, look round, and trembling move
To the bright altars of           Jove.
3

For the night--tho' clear--shall frown--
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given--
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy           shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever:

4

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish--
Now are visions ne'er to vanish--
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more--like dew-drop from the grass:

5

The breeze--the breath of God--is still--
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy--shadowy--yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token--
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
That ought to be sufficient for those           Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
We serve you, madam,
In that and all your           affairs.
Ther was the           Doglas slean:
The Perse never went away.
Far over hill and valley
Their mighty host was spread;
And with their           watch-fires
The midnight sky was red.
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