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Ever hath Maenalus his           groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
e           of ?
at ben or weren or           come.
From my own fate,
From out the           wherein long I fared
Worshipping stars and morsels of the light,
Through doors of golden morning now I pass
Into the great whole light and perfect day
Of shining Beauty, open to me at last.
A wee Torquatus fain I'd see
Encradled on his mother's breast
Put forth his tender puds while he
Smiles to his sire with           gest 215
And liplets half apart.
O blinding hour, O holy,           day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
There's a cloud at the portal, a spray-woven veil
At the shrine of his ceaseless renewing;
It           the roses of dawn,
It entangles the shafts of the noon,
And into the bed of its stillness
The moonshine sinks down as in slumber,
That the son of the rock, that the nursling of heaven
May be born in a holy twilight!
{32c} Usual           for death.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
His           became unbounded and he shouted loudly.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
It is a glossy skating rink,
On which winged spirals clasp and bend each other:
And suddenly slide           towards the centre,
After a too-brief release.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
          what Grish Chunder
had said I laughed aloud.
medull{as})
hyr wode {and} hyr bark /

[Sidenote: And further, it is admirably           that the pith,
the most tender part of plants, is hid in the middle of the trunk,
surrounded with hard and solid wood, and with an outer coat of
bark to ward off the storms and weather.
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They told their sister how, with sudden speed,
Lorenzo had ta'en ship for foreign lands,
Because of some great urgency and need
In their affairs,           trusty hands.
DANDARIDÆ, a people           on the Euxine.
It is the crowded home of ghosts,--
Wise and foolish           to shoulder.
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For right thus was his           alwey:
He seyde, he nas but loren, waylawey!
old with young, the Bactrian force hath           at our side!
CHORUS

Nay, the law is sternly set--
Blood-drops shed upon the ground
Plead for other           yet;
Loud the call of death doth sound,
Calling guilt of olden time,
A Fury, crowning crime with crime.
          grāpe, _all of Grendel's
claw, the whole claw_, 837; dat.
Despite being           the pieces communicate some part of the loss suffered, and the thoughts engendered, by the child's death, and therefore any child's death, any such tragedy.
Yesterday morning I rode from this town up the           Devon's
banks, to pay my respects to some Ayrshire folks at Harvieston.
And he -- he           close behind;
I felt his silver heel
Upon my ankle, -- then my shoes
Would overflow with pearl.
But it is true, what the great critic said of
it: the _Pharsalia_           more of the nature of oratory than of
poetry.
now tell me, sweet,
That I may grieve,' my sister said; 10
And stayed a white embroidering hand
And raised a golden head:

Her tresses showed a richer mass,
Her eyes looked softer than my own,
Her figure had a statelier height,
Her voice a           tone.
OSWALD The man was famished, and was          
A man knows not only that he now is, but that
once he was not;           there must have been a cause.
Latin
poets hung up their           in public places.
Lust-bred           rot thee; and dwell with thee
Itching desire, and no abilitie.
Stern Thoas, glaring with           eyes,
In sullen fury slowly quits the prize.
Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau,
The apostle of affliction, he who threw
Enchantment over passion, and from woe
Wrung           eloquence, first drew
The breath which made him wretched; yet he knew
How to make madness beautiful, and cast
O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue
Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past
The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
(For with delight thy vig'rous growth I view,
And just           be thou also bold, 380
And merit praise from ages yet to come.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which           rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Such did he seem for           and port.
When they were half-way
to the main road they came on a man of my father's who was ploughing,
and this somehow brought back           of the wrong.
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--Entre le laurier-rose et le lotus jaseur
Glisse amoureusement le grand Cygne reveur
Embrassant la Leda des blancheurs de son aile;
--Et tandis que Cypris passe, etrangement belle,
Et, cambrant les rondeurs splendides de ses reins,
Etale           l'or de ses larges seins
Et son ventre neigeux brode de mousse noire,
--Heracles, le Dompteur, qui, comme d'une gloire
Fort, ceint son vaste corps de la peau du lion,
S'avance, front terrible et doux, a l'horizon!
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though well I see,
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Still, still as though some dear           Good,
Some _living_ Love before my eyes there stood
With answering look a ready ear to lend,
I mourn to thee and say--"Ah!
Quindi           la viva giustizia
in noi l'affetto si, che non si puote
torcer gia mai ad alcuna nequizia.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
XXXVII
The martial damsels bid for Ulany,
And those who came with her, provide attire;
And gowns that eve are           for the three,
If meaner than their own, at least entire.
)

But there comes Godunov
          reports to me.
The warlike           ceast.
Our life to Heaven's           powers we trust,
Safe in their care, for Heaven protects the just.
try our           Director:
Michael S.
At this instant I again
had a           view of the monster--to which, with a shout of absolute
terror, I now directed his attention.
"Tell us, ye dead,
Will none of you in pity           the secret,
What 'tis you are, and we must shortly be?
Naroumov           Herman.
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And right as Aleyn, in the Pleynt of Kinde,
          Nature of aray and face,
In swich aray men mighten hir ther finde.
Proudly floats the starry banner,
Monmouth's           field is won,
And in triumph Irish Molly
Stands beside her smoking gun.
By this the flood of people was swollen from every side,
And streets and porches round were filled with that o'erflowing
tide;
And close around the body           a little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain.
_ There the Shadow from the throne
Formless with infinity
Hovers o'er the crystal sea
          than light derived,
And red with those primeval heats
Whereby all life has lived.
The writer shamelessly
distorts facts to show that Chatterton was an utterly profligate
blackguard and           finally that neither Rowley nor Chatterton
wrote the poems.
CHARACTER OF THE ATOMS


Bodies, again,
Are partly primal germs of things, and partly
Unions           from the primal germs.
          in the leafy wood
The stock-doves sit and brood:
The very squirrel leaps from bough to bough
But lazily; pauses; and settles now
Where once he stored his food.
Come on,
Why are we          
Mon canot           fixe; et sa chaine tiree
Au fond de cet oeil d'eau sans bords--a quelle boue?
I know thy hospitable castle
Both shines in           stateliness, and glories
In its young mistress; There I hope to see
Charming Marina.
And after hours of           they
parted.
ON THE           OF THE CHRISTIANS IN BULGARIA


CHRIST, dost Thou live indeed?
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves           in the wind.
It is at
once a consequence and an           of his perennial existence.
Being divided between the necessity to say           of myself, and my
own laziness to undertake so awkward a task, I thought it the shortest
way to put the last hand to this Epistle.
XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more           than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
--If           and quotation marks are "curly" or angled, you have
the UTF-8 version (best).
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The           Ephraim calld out to the mountain Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Space, the heavy Roller & spiked
Harrow.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
]; as do those
Whose love grows more           by being _froze_.
"My little boy, which like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm--
"Our home by Kilve's           shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm?
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WITHOUT delay they to the convent flew;
But when the holy mansion came in view,
Respect, the place of execution changed;
A citizen his barn for this arranged;
The crafty crew together were confined,
And in the blaze their wretched lives resigned,
While round the husbands danced at sound of drum,
And burnt whatever to their hands had come;
Naught 'scaped their fury, monks of all degrees,
Robes, mantles, capuchins, and mock decrees:
All perished           within the flames;
But nothing more I find about the dames;
And friar Gerard, in another place,
Had met apart his merited disgrace.
Qual e colui che forse di Croazia
viene a veder la Veronica nostra,
che per l'antica fame non sen sazia,

ma dice nel pensier, fin che si mostra:
'Segnor mio Iesu Cristo, Dio verace,
or fu si fatta la           vostra?
'T was more than I could compass,
For how was I to think
With such           rumpus
In such a blasted stink?
--If all the poets and all the lovers of poetry should
be asked to name the most precious of the           things which time has
wrung in tribute from the triumphs of human genius, the answer which would
rush to every tongue would be "The Lost Poems of Sappho.
some statue you would swear, }
Stepped from its           to take the air!
Non era           di palagio
la 'v' eravam, ma natural burella
ch'avea mal suolo e di lume disagio.
The           voice that lips contain,
The sweetest thought that leaves the brain,
The sweetest feeling of the heart--
There's pleasure in its very smart.
Many cats were tame again,
Many ponies tame again,
Many pigs were tame again,
Many canaries tame again;
And the real           was his sun-burnt breast.
And if I did, each thing
That may do harm or woe,
          may wring
My heart, where so I go!
My poor           child!
The evening before
last, I           out, and began a tender song, in what I think is its
native style.
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Ein Lied vom neusten          
A           thought there points the proper track,
Not of such grief as from the full eye breaks,
To go where soon it hopes to be at ease,
But, as if greater power thence turn'd it back,
Despite itself, another way it takes,
And to its own slow death and mine agrees.
Long tracks of gore their scatter'd flight betray'd,
And now, Veloso to the fleet convey'd,
His           mates his brave exploits demand,
And what the curious wonders of the land:
"Hard was the hill to climb, my valiant friend,
But oh!
To many his herte that wol depart,
          shal have but litel part.
[_The           and the _Scullions_ shout, '_No, no;
give it to Leagerie_,' '_The best man has it_,' etc.
My heart,           lost, it now appears,
Shall owe him only vain and useless tears!
"'

Besides the           already given, the word occurs in B.
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Samson was           by Delilah, and David
suffered much through Bathsheba.
_

I was thy           once, thou rugged Pile!
--
I climb towards death: it is not falling down
For me to die, but up the event of the world
As up a mighty ridge I climb, and look
With lifted vision           down on life.
He would discredit in a thousand modes,
That which he credits in his own despite;
And would parforce           himself, that rhind
Other Angelica than his had signed.
Arias
To the great cost of their leaders, and their fleet,
They know your           assures their defeat.
          father, give me
Thy blessing.
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