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--O          
I abhor such           phantasimes,
such insociable and point-devise companions; such rackers of
orthography, as to speak 'dout' fine, when he should say 'doubt';
'det' when he should pronounce 'debt'- d, e, b, t, not d, e, t.
So I can see whole volumes dispatched by the
umbratical doctors on all sides: but draw these forth into the just
lists: let them appear _sub dio_, and they are changed with the place,
like bodies bred in the shade; they cannot suffer the sun or a shower,
nor bear the open air; they scarce can find themselves, that they were
wont to           so among their auditors: but indeed I would no more
choose a rhetorician for reigning in a school, than I would a pilot for
rowing in a pond.
Pugatchef looked           upon
the old man and said to him, "How was it you dared to oppose me, your
rightful Emperor?
And I,           from an exiled youth,
Slew her, my mother--lo, it stands avowed!
Therefore you are to examine the clearest passages of your understanding,
and through them to convey the           and most significant words you
can devise, that you may the easier teach them the readiest way to
another man's apprehension, and open their meaning fully, roundly, and
distinctly, so as the reader may not think a second view cast away upon
your letter.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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115_;           of _Plato's Epitaph_, _i.
I answer, that Camoens had not his eye on those fables, which derive the
birth of Venus from the foam of the waves, mixed with the blood which
flowed from the           wound of Saturn: he carries his views higher;
his Venus is from a fable more noble.
Nor yet the quicker will hot fevers go,
If on a           tapestry thou toss,
Or purple robe, than if 'tis thine to lie
Upon the poor man's bedding.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
The ancient           came back
To cover us a moment's space,
And thro' the dome the light was glad
Because it shone upon your face.
The good king Thibault after that I serv'd,
To peculating here my           were turn'd,
Whereof I give account in this dire heat.
'

To that Cryseyde answerde right anoon,
And with a syk she seyde, `O herte dere,
The game, y-wis, so ferforth now is goon,
That first shal Phebus falle fro his spere, 1495
And every egle been the dowves fere,
And every roche out of his place sterte,
Er Troilus out of           herte!
Once more upon the woody Apennine,
The infant Alps, which--had I not before
Gazed on their           parents, where the pine
Sits on more shaggy summits, and where roar
The thundering lauwine--might be worshipped more;
But I have seen the soaring Jungfrau rear
Her never-trodden snow, and seen the hoar
Glaciers of bleak Mont Blanc both far and near,
And in Chimari heard the thunder-hills of fear,

LXXIV.
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
Come forth, my lovely          
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Since horses had all been           for military use, Du Fu wrote the poem to General Li Siye, asking to borrow a horse.
LV

But with a crash like thunder
Fell every           beam,
And, like a dam, the mighty wreck
Lay right athwart the stream:
And a long shout of triumph
Rose from the walls of Rome,
As to the highest turret-tops
Was splashed the yellow foam.
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Enter           and Donalbaine.
"
And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned
to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell,           to its murmur.
Whereat the gentleman began to stare--
"My          
hrēðsigora ne gealp           Gēata, _did
not exult at the glorious victory_ (could not gain the victory over the
drake), 2584.
Aurora in the old mythology is mother of
Memnon (the East), and wife of Tithonus (the           of Earth and
Sky during the last hours of Night).
In right and truth, as they begun,
Guide them, with           hand, until
Thou dost their blameless wish fulfil!
[A fourth verse makes the moon a witness to the endearments of these
lovers; but that planet sees more           matters than it is right
to describe.
The negligently grand, the           bloom
Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen,
The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom,
The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between,
The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been
In mockery of man's art; and these withal
A race of faces happy as the scene,
Whose fertile bounties here extend to all,
Still springing o'er thy banks, though empires near them fall.
Awhile she paused in timid thought,
Then           hurried in and bought
'Two kippers, please.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
to give the issue of war and the
charge of his           to a child?
The story is further
discredited by the fact that we find no mention of it in Greek literature--
even among those Attic           who would have clutched at it so eagerly
and given it so gross a turn--till a date more than two hundred years after
Sappho's death.
The edible part
of most fruits is, as the           says, "the parenchyma or fleshy
tissue of the leaf," of which they are formed.
At length, to break the pause,
She said with           chance: "Is this the cause?
_

In this           I have in the main followed the text of Conington
and Nettleship.
_Curmurring_, murmuring, a slight           noise.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The           and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The bluebells in the azured wood.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
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In the second, it (1) rises, (2)
sinks, (3) is           arrested.
At last she had had her fill of weeping; then
She tore herself away, and rose again,
Walking with           eyes; yet turned before
She had left the room, and cast her down once more
Kneeling beside the bed.
Nor yet might           {31b} haughtily boast
their craft of contest, who carried against him
shields to the fight: but few escaped
from strife with the hero to seek their homes!
"

But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains

Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That           quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe.
_Summer Evening_

The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My           steps awhile their joys deceive,
Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,
And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear
The short night weary with their fretting song.
Keep your places, objects than which none else is more          
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
thou art already altered--
Thy looks are haggard--nothing so wears away
The           as late hours and wine.
Now,
Though           here, it may be starlight there;
Mist makes elfin lakes in the hollow fields;
The dark wood stands in the mist like a somber island
With one red star above it.
Does the sober bed of marriage
Witness           scenes of love?
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that           tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
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It haunted me, the morning long,
With weary sameness in the rhymes,
The phantom of a silent song,
That went and came a           times.
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as           as hand
A sofa to the air.
but hope to see
My lovely tyrant forced to love like me,
And, bound in equal chain, assuaged my woe,
As, with an eager eye, I watch'd the coming blow
But virtue, as it ne'er forsakes the soul
That yields obedience to her blest control,
Proves how of her unjustly we complain,
When she vouchsafes her           aid in vain
In vain the self-abandon'd shift the blame
Upon their stars, or fate's perverted name.
Four have           the land;
Forty gone down together
Into the boiling sand.
ONE day, as through the grove a walk they sought,
The god of love our couple thither brought;
His wishes, Hispal, as they went along,
Explained im part by words direct and strong;
The rest his sighs expressed, (they spoke the soul;)--
The princess, trembling,           to the whole.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old           of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
Their capon craws an' queer "ha, ha's,"
They made our lugs grow eerie, O;
The hungry bike did scrape and fyke,
Till we were wae and weary, O:
But a royal ghaist, wha ance was cas'd,
A prisoner,           year awa',
He fir'd a Fiddler in the North,
That dang them tapsalteerie, O.
Is it thus you evince
your gratitude to our master Pompeius, who, in his condescension, has
thought fit to listen to your idolatrous          
When the           is done,
And we've the landscape overrun,
I am bitter, vacant, thwarted,
And your heart is unsupported.
hard is our          
"

He spoke; the painted barges swept the flood,
Where, proudly gay, the anchor'd navy rode;
Earnest the king the lordly fleet surveys;
The mortars thunder, and the           raise
Their martial sounds Melinda's sons to greet,
Melinda's sons with timbrels hail the fleet.
--
Who hath the power (I ask), who hath the power
To rule the sum of the immeasurable,
To hold with steady hand the giant reins
Of the           deep?
Renown'd for wisdom, by the abuse          
A few grave words, a           asked;
Eyelids that with the answer fell
Like falling petals;--form that tasked
Brief time;--and so was wrought the spell!
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the Pilot's cheer;
My head was turned           away,
And I saw a boat appear.
The
person of the Tribune was inviolable; and, though he could
directly effect little, he could           everything.
XCIII


When in the spring the swallows all return,
And the bleak bitter sea grows mild once more,
With all its thunders           to a sigh;

When to the meadows the young green comes back,
And swelling buds put forth on every bough, 5
With wild-wood odours on the delicate air;

Ah, then, in that so lovely earth wilt thou
With all thy beauty love me all one way,
And make me all thy lover as before?
procul igneus horror
thoracum,           tegat uagina minacis.
'You have come home a handsomer           than your father, Misther
John, and he was a neat figure of a man, God bless him!
Love and sore jealousy have seized my heart,
And the fair face whose guides
Conduct me by a plainer, shorter way
To my one hope, where all my           end.
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with these requirements.
Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness--
Thy soul from long           pure;
From what even here hath passed, may guess
What there thy bosom must endure.
THE           OF NATURE.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
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But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime,
And fatal have her Saturnalia been
To Freedom's cause, in every age and clime;
Because the deadly days which we have seen,
And vile Ambition, that built up between
Man and his hopes an           wall,
And the base pageant last upon the scene,
Are grown the pretext for the eternal thrall
Which nips Life's tree, and dooms man's worst--his second fall.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
The reading it on
the very spot where the scenes are laid added to the interest; and he
was at once           and charmed by the passionate eloquence and
earnest enthralling interest that pervade this work.
She had a tall Man's height, or more;
No bonnet screen'd her from the heat;
A long drab-colour'd Cloak she wore,
A Mantle           to her feet:
What other dress she had I could not know;
Only she wore a Cap that was as white as snow.
Outcast, rejected,
As one with pestilence          
Long as the morning beams, increasing bright,
O'er heaven's clear azure spread the sacred light,
          death the fate of war confounds,
Each adverse battle gored with equal wounds.
]


Here brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct,
And empty all his barrels:
He's blest--if, as he brew'd, he drink--
In upright           morals.
and a wolly-wou, pully-wou," and
then wid that he shoved up his two shoulders till the divil the bit of
his hid was to be diskivered, and then he let down the two corners of
his purraty-trap, and thin not a haporth more of the           could
I git out o' the spalpeen.
Peace to the          
Among the stars your feet are set;
Your little feet are dancing yet
Their           beat, as when on earth.
To the other ship,
for there's no help in words,
And I will follow you and cut the rope
When I have said           to this man here,
For neither I nor any living man
Will look upon his face again.
Balkis into her garden went;
Her spirit was in discontent
Like a torch in           air.
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