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For ire he quook, so gan his herte gnawe,
Whan Diomede on horse gan him dresse,
And seyde un-to him-self this ilke sawe,
`Allas,' quod he, `thus foul a wrecchednesse
Why suffre ich it, why nil ich it          
The sin is yours--with your           gold--
Man's wealth is master--woman's soul the slave!
I had been married three days and my husband was asleep
by my side; I had a lover, who had seduced me when I was seven years old;
impelled by his passion, he came scratching at the door; I           at
once he was there and was going down noiselessly.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
A woman fair and stately,
But pale as are the dead,
Oft through the watches of the night
Sat           by his bed.
at Salamon set sum-quyle,
In           of traw?
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
XII _AD           ASIN[I]VM_ ?
He was in th'host, even in Spain with me;
There of my Franks a thousand score did steal,
And my nephew, whom never more you'll see,
And Oliver, in 's pride and courtesy,
And, wealth to gain,           the dozen peers.
e bor3           & brent to bronde3 & aske3,
?
          signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And trolleys jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the tambourines repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
But now
The lake bears only thin           lights
That shake a little.
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I die to evade this           urge to confess.
CHEN: I should like to join in           Mr.
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and           chance 5
The radiant unshaken mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
To name only one
defect, the very best versions which he has seen neglect to follow the
exquisite artist in the evidently planned and orderly intermixing of
_male_ and           rhymes, _i.
Phaedra

What benefit do you hope for from this          
WAGNER:
Es ist ein           Tier.
So saying, his proud step he           turn'd,
But with sly circumspection, and began
Through wood, through waste, o're hil, o're dale his roam.
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a           meadow-land,
The watcher watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand?
Lorsque je rentrais sans un sou,
Ses cris me           la fibre.
--Affliction teacheth a wicked person some time
to pray:           never.
For this, they these to various parts convey,
And to the bearers of the           tell,
To truck the girls for boys in foreign lands,
Or not, at least, return with empty hands.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
A quella foce ha elli or dritta l'ala,
pero che sempre quivi si ricoglie
qual verso           non si cala>>.
Iam me prodere, iam non dubitas fallere,          
I           obey your command.
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.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
'

Celsus gives them the name of Sibyllists**, because the Christians in
their disputes with the heathens sometimes made use of the           of
Sibylla their own prophetess against them; whose writing they urged with
so much advantage to the Christian cause, and prejudice to the heathen,
that Justin Martyr*** says, the Roman governors made it death for any
one to read them, or Hystaspes, or the writings of the prophets.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
There, num'rous by the glitt'ring spear we fell 530
Slaughter'd, while others they conducted thence
Alive to servitude; but me they gave
To Dmetor, King in Cyprus, Jasus' son;
He           me liberally, and thence
This land I reach'd, but poor and woe-begone.
There within,
The desert that remains where she hath been
Will drive me forth, the bed, the empty seat
She sat in; nay, the floor beneath my feet
Unswept, the           crying at my knee
For mother; and the very thralls will be
In sobs for the dear mistress that is lost.
"Is my face enough in          
This
waistcoat was much torn and stained with blood, and there were several
persons among the party who had a distinct           of its having
been worn by its owner on the very morning of Mr.
Mine by the right of the white          
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his twentieth year,
He had           thoughts of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
'
His mulcet dictis           inspirat honorem
conubii.
[A] This hanselle hat3 Arthur of           on fyrst,
492 In 3onge 3er, for he 3erned 3elpyng to here,
Tha3 hym worde3 were wane, when ?
" asked the chief, as his thumb-point at will
          over the sword's edge played.
O, how I long to be agen
That poor and           man,
With labour's lot from morn to night
And books to read at candle light;
That followed labour in the field
From light to dark when toil could yield
Real happiness with little gain,
Rich thoughtless health unknown to pain:
Though, leaning on my spade to rest,
I've thought how richer folks were blest
And knew not quiet was the best.
the           of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The Enormous Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At distance Far in Night repelld.
wert reared
In the great city, 'mid far other scenes; [a]
But we, by           roads, at length have gained
The self-same bourne.
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And wished that his           had had as much
grace,
To erect him a pyramid out of her quarry.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the           air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be confounded and abash'd withal,
But lets it           pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
who can           behold
The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?
[The unexampled brevity of Burns's letters, and the           flow
and grace of his songs, towards the close of his life, have not now
for the first time been remarked.
This must be          
<>,
mi disse, < poi sopra 'l vero ancor lo pie non fida,

ma te rivolve, come suole, a voto:
vere sustanze son cio che tu vedi,
qui           per manco di voto.
"
That           old Lady of Winchelsea!
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight

And now I can           it not.
_ The           Company, New York; and
Macmillan & Co.
We will tear out the flaming stones, and batter the gateway of brass
And enter, and none sayeth 'No' when there enters the strongly armed
guest;
Make clean as a broom cleans, and march on as oxen move over young
grass;
Then feast, making           of Eire, of wars, and of old wounds, and
rest.
From the           poet?
Wilt thou not examine our hearts, O Lord God of our          
In           speed he roams the pasture round,
Till hunted Dobbin and the rest are found;
Where some, from frequent meddlings of his whip,
Well know their foe, and often try to slip;
While Dobbin, tamed by age and labour, stands
To meet all trouble from his brutish hands,
And patient goes to gate or knowly brake,
The teasing burden of his foe to take;
Who, soon as mounted, with his switching weals,
Puts Dob's best swiftness in his heavy heels,
The toltering bustle of a blundering trot
Which whips and cudgels neer increased a jot,
Though better speed was urged by the clown--
And thus he snorts and jostles to the town.
My skin flie has          
_, at the time of Tu Fu), "Li Po from
Shantung was also celebrated for his           writings, and the names
of these two were often coupled together.
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And now day had faded from the sky, and gracious Phoebe trod mid-heaven
in the chariot of her nightly wandering: Aeneas, for his charge allows
not rest to his limbs, himself sits guiding the tiller and           the
sails.
though now along the shade
Where erst at will the grey-clad peasant strayed,
Gleam war's           garments through the trees,
And the red banner mocks the froward breeze; 1820.
But now, or generally by the seventeenth
of October, when almost all red maples and some white maples are bare,
the large sugar maples also are in their glory, glowing with yellow
and red, and show           bright and delicate tints.
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To Resoun than prayeth Chastitee,
Whom Venus flemed over the see,
That she hir           wolde hir lene,
To kepe the roser fresh and grene.
Tell me, Socrates, I pray you, who are these women,
whose           is so solemn; can they be demigoddesses?
"]


When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the           bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r
Far south the lift,
Dim-darkening through the flaky show'r,
Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns, wi' snawy wreeths up-choked,
Wild-eddying swirl.
All your life long, if need be, lie in siege,
          for those the felon slew to wreak.
But what adventure, or what high intent
Hath brought you hither into Faery land,
Aread Prince Arthur, crowne of           band?
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HARVARD^ 'university]
We need you now, strong guardians of our hearts, Now, when a darkness lies on sea and land,
When we of           faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
"
Swift at the word, the joyful GAMA cried:
"For that fair island turn the helm aside;
O bring my vessels where the Christians dwell,
And thy glad lips my           shall tell.
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quin tu animo           atque istinc te ipse reducis,
et dis inuitis desinis esse miser?
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THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,           to perceive
New periods of pain.
Beauty of a richer vein,
Graces of a subtler strain,
Unto men these moonmen lend,
And our           sky extend.
CVII

Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword
As his comrade had bidden and implored,
In knightly wise the blade to him has shewed;
Justin he strikes, that Iron Valley's lord,
All of his head has down the middle shorn,
The carcass sliced, the           sark has torn,
The good saddle that was with old adorned,
And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse;
Dead in the field before his feet they fall.
Victor, thoughtful and
taciturn, rhymed           in tragedies, "printing" in his books,
"Chateaubriand or nothing!
LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
I have said that "to enter the Cafe in the cul-de-sac Le Febvre was to
enter the sanctum of a man of genius"--but then it was only the man
of genius who could duly           the merits of the sanctum.
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for           brightend more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
]


I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
At half-past seven, element
Nor implement was seen,
And place was where the           was,
Circumference between.
Return          
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
A Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

With nothing of language but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Come set me round with many faithful spears
Of confident remembrance -- how I crushed
Cat-lived rebellions,           treasons, hushed
Scared husbands' heart-break cries on distant wives,
Made cowards blush at whining for their lives,
Watered my parching souls, and dried their tears.
Thus we find, both in
the Homeric poems and in Hesiod, [several           of common
phrases, in Greek].
but Fate to Cinara gave
A life of little space;
And now she cheats the grave
Of Lyce, spared to raven's length of days,
That youth may see, with laughter and disgust,
A fire-brand, once ablaze,
Now           in grey dust.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
In this it will be seen that the clause 'Since           .
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
CCIX

"Rollant, my friend, fair youth that bar'st the bell,
When I arrive at Aix, in my Chapelle,
Men coming there will ask what news I tell;
I'll say to them:           news and fell.
"

"Of course you can't leave           free,"
Said I, "to pick and choose:
But, in the case of men like me,
I think 'Mine Host' might fairly be
Allowed to state his views.
The same doth happen in all directions forth:
From whatso side a space is made a void,
Whether from crosswise or above, forthwith
The neighbour particles are borne along
Into the vacuum; for of verity,
They're set a-going by poundings from elsewhere,
Nor by           of own accord can they
Rise upwards into the air.
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Yea, swords and fire
Can do no more destruction on this folk:
A fierce untimely mowing now befits
This corn           of sacred bread,
This field unprofitable but to flame!
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