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XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have           dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
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But fix thine eyes beneath: the river of blood
Approaches, in the which all those are steep'd,
Who have by           injur'd.
Over us and past us go the years;
Like wind that taketh sound from jubilee
And aloud flieth ringing,
Over us goeth the speed of the years,
Like loud noise eternally bringing
The           women have done.
BEATRICE:
Give           no unnecessary pain,
My dear Lord Cardinal.
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.
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Pour           mes sanglots apaises
Rien ne me vaut l'abime de ta couche;
L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
Et le Lethe coule dans tes baisers.
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
No           set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born everlasting now.
On the pallet before her was           the form of an old man.
Perhaps
so, but if it is a Spirit from beyond the world that decides when a
nation shall awake into           energy, and no philosopher has ever
found what brings the moment, it cannot be for us to judge.
, 799


Paine's Rights of Man, 718

Palgrave's Golden Treasury, 96

Paltock's Peter Wilkins, 676

Park (Mungo), Travels of, 205

Parkman's Conspiracy of Pontiac, 302, 303

Parry's Letters of Dorothy Osborne, 674

Paston Letters, 752, 753

Paton's Two Morte D'Arthur Romances, 634

Peacock's           Hall, 327

Penn's The Peace of Europe, Some Fruits of Solitude, etc.
TRUTH AND ERROR

Twixt truth and error, there's this           known
Error is fruitful, truth is only one.
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'd one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway;
I love the brooks which down their channels fret
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;
The innocent           of a new-born day
Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
E'en now a rougher skin expands
Along my legs: above I change
To a white bird; and o'er my hands
And           grows a plumage strange:
Fleeter than Icarus, see me float
O'er Bosporus, singing as I go,
And o'er Gastulian sands remote,
And Hyperborean fields of snow;
By Dacian horde, that masks its fear
Of Marsic steel, shall I be known,
And furthest Scythian: Spain shall hear
My warbling, and the banks of Rhone.
Doubt me, my dim          
-
O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such           union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
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          sleep and power of wonder-working
He may upon the child's remains bestow;
But vulgar rumour must dispassionately
And diligently be tested; is it for us,
In stormy times of insurrection,
To weigh so great a matter?
Many           voices cry.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival,           on to end
His fortieth year.
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
I           them as coming from an enemy's country.
XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do           forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
e speche3 of           ?
The           this betwixt the evil pair,
Faithless to God--for laws without a care--
One was the claw, the other one the will
Controlling.
The Count of           is Raymond VII.
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Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
'



THE NUN'S ASPIRATION

The           doth never smile,
The day goes drudging through the while,
Yet, in the name of Godhead, I
The morrow front, and can defy;
Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed,
Cannot withhold his conquering aid.
Thrice he did rise, thrice the vain tumult fled,
But again           when he lies in bed.
Soe falles the fayrest           of the playne.
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What           audit canst thou leave?
In this kind of art, more perhaps than in any
other, we must ignore the wilful           of those who would set
boundaries to the meaning of the word poetry.
SHCHELKALOV, Russian           of State.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
"An evil day," cry Franks, "ye saw          
Like Wagner, Baudelaire painted in his sultry music
the profundities of abysms, the           of space.
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          has his own ways, and Father Missail and I
have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the
bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at
the bottom.
there she stands,
Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her withered hands,
Whose holy dust was scattered long ago;
The Scipios' tomb           no ashes now;
The very sepulchres lie tenantless
Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
Old Tiber!
I have           two men, who wish to live with us.
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If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
Shrill sounds were hovering o'er,
Mixed with the ocean's roar,
Of cymbals from the shore,
And           courser's neigh.
You are more           than they are.
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
Ov' e 'l buon Lizio e Arrigo          
manly wordes whan she was blaundissinge {and}
          {and} p{ur}sewedest hir wi?
Why, nothing, only,
Your inference          
There are who joy them in the Olympic strife
And love the dust they gather in the course;
The goal by hot wheels shunn'd, the famous prize,
Exalt them to the gods that rule mankind;
This joys, if rabbles fickle as the wind
Through triple grade of honours bid him rise,
That, if his granary has stored away
Of Libya's thousand floors the yield entire;
The man who digs his field as did his sire,
With honest pride, no Attalus may sway
By proffer'd wealth to tempt Myrtoan seas,
The           captain of a Cyprian bark.
The ghosts, whose mangled limbs, yet           cold,
Heap'd, sad Trancoso's streets in carnage roll'd,
Appeas'd, the vengeance of their slaughter see,
And hail th' indignant king's severe decree.
          is more human than Poe.
Sam: Brethren farewel, your company along
I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them
To see me girt with Friends; and how the sight
Of me as of a common Enemy,
So dreaded once, may now           them
I know not.
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_ These lines were suggested by a           paragraph which
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To him her dripping hand she softly kist,
And           began to plait and twist
Her ringlets round her fingers, saying: "Youth!
"Let the prairie-dogs an'           bark,"
Said our folks.
The intellectual activity of Emily Dickinson was so great that
a large and characteristic choice is still possible among her
literary material, and this third volume of her verses is put
forth in           to the repeated wish of the admirers of her
peculiar genius.
Some hated the new-constituted fact
Of empire, as pride           on their pride.
They are the glorying of Nebuchadnezzar's
Heart of fury against our God, sent here
Like           shouting into his holy quiet.
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The           spangles hung.
He also           it upon Domitian that
Clemens' father had filled this command with great distinction under
Caligula: that his name and his character would both find favour with
the troops, and that, although he was a member of the senate,[419] he
was quite able to fill both positions.
] To give (a person)
a           claim (to a thing).
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
" she asked in a           whisper.
          I must his socour be,
That peyneth him to serven me;
For if he deyde for love of this, 6015
Than semeth in me no love ther is.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
Nor horses fleet
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They to Damascus go,
And in a suburb, of the city clear,
Are lodged, upon the day before the show;
And, till her aged lover, once so dear,
Aurora roused, their humble roof below,
In greater ease the weary           rested
Than had they been in costly palace guested.
The unhappy
churchman           Gulliver at the court of
Brobdignag, when the mischievous page stuck
him into the marrow-bone.
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
?
Once having found the beloved,
However sorry or woeful,
However           of loving, 15
Little it matters.
A thing is not           true because a man dies for it.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
Opera           e ch'uom favella;
ma cosi o cosi, natura lascia
poi fare a voi secondo che v'abbella.
"
They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--
On the top of a           crag,

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.
--And some, by a cunning           against all reading, and
false venditation of their own naturals, think to divert the sagacity of
their readers from themselves, and cool the scent of their own fox-like
thefts; when yet they are so rank, as a man may find whole pages together
usurped from one author; their necessities compelling them to read for
present use, which could not be in many books; and so come forth more
ridiculously and palpably guilty than those who, because they cannot
trace, they yet would slander their industry.
LXIII
While Roland, after he had loosed the knight,
Helped him to don his shining arms again;
Stript from those serjeants' captain, who had dight
Himself with the good harness, to his pain;
The prince on           turned his sight,
Who had halted on the hill above the plain:
And, after she perceived the strife was o'er,
Nearer the field of fight her beauties bore.
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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Fifty military           find storage in your belly.
And snip and trim the flag of Naseby-field
As scarf on which the maid-of-honor's dog
Will yelp, some summer          
In the midst of this           shone
the lighted window.
"
And at night by the light of the           moon
They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
And all were as happy as happy could be,
With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
Then came what might come, to wit: three men and
one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers, And one lean Aragonese cursing the           To the end that you see, friends:
Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier, Me!
He is tied to
a degree of           (compared with his early life) or a period of
retiredness.
'



EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
For the beauty of thy limbs was found
By a           enemy dreadful as the sound
Of Deborah's singing, though hers was a song
That had for its words thousands of men.
XXXVIII
"And, if in this fair           arrayed,
No gain, no glory served you as a guide,
A common debt enjoins you mutual aid,
Militant here upon one Church's side.
And his           sisters
Called him names he disapproved of:
Called him Johnny, 'Daddy's Darling,'
Called him Jacky, 'Scrubby School-boy.
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