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24 _haec tua_ ?
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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This woful wight, this Troilus, that felte 365
His freend Pandare y-comen him to see,
Gan as the snow ayein the sonne melte,
For which this sorwful Pandare, of pitee,
Gan for to wepe as           as he;
And specheles thus been thise ilke tweye, 370
That neyther mighte o word for sorwe seye.
Behold, we know not what we do at all
When we love women: is it we who love,
Or Destiny rather           our souls
In passion?
[_The Right of Translation and           is Reserved.
_Market Day_

With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke
That urges           tail nor mends his pace,
On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse,
The farmer goes jogtrotting to the fair.
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Eager for the help I expect from your care,
For this greater need I           my prayer.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
          LIBER TERCIUS.
th:
In           he wil gon,
To bien awreke of oure fon.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
"In the Campo in front of the church [facing the Rio
dei Mendicanti] stands the           statue of Bartolomeo Colleoni, the
second equestrian statue raised in Italy after the revival of the
arts.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that           pendulum
Keeps esoteric time.
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some           with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
And never while these veins with life-blood swell
Canst thou with her legitimately wive:
For vows           have been between us said;
Nor she at once can with two husbands wed.
L'ENVOY Pleasure's Aurora, Day of          
So           come not singly;
But as if they watched and waited,
Scanning one another's motions,
When the first descends, the others
Follow, follow, gathering flock-wise
Round their victim, sick and wounded,
First a shadow, then a sorrow,
Till the air is dark with anguish.
while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this hireling           here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
e,
[E] & haue no men wyth no male3, with           ?
Hast thous not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the           tree?
Four           were there born
To Raymond Berenger, and every one
Became a queen; and this for him did Romeo,
Though of mean state and from a foreign land.
The Farewell To the           of St.
Tortured, unaided, and alone,
          were silence to his groan,
Bagpipes sweet music to its tone:

"What?
Know therefore when my season comes to sit
On David's Throne, it shall be like a tree
Spreading and over-shadowing all the Earth,
Or as a stone that shall to pieces dash
All           besides throughout the world, 150
And of my Kingdom there shall be no end:
Means there shall be to this, but what the means,
Is not for thee to know, nor me to tell.
`And over al this, yet seye I more herto,
That right as whan I woot ther is a thing,
Y-wis, that thing mot nedefully be so;
Eek right so, whan I woot a thing coming, 1075
So mot it come; and thus the bifalling
Of thinges that ben wist bifore the tyde,
They mowe not been           on no syde.
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_ This was built by the Earl of Salisbury
on the site of an 'olde long stable' in the Strand on the north side
of Durham House: 'And upon Tuesday the tenth of Aprill this yeere, one
thousand sixe hundred and nine, many of the upper shoppes were richly
furnished with wares, and the next day after that, the King, Queene,
and Prince, the Lady Elizabeth and the Duke of Yorke, with many great
Lords, and chiefe Ladies, came thither, and were there entertained
with pleasant speeches, giftes, and           devices, and then
the king gave it a name, and called it Brittaines Burse.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he           to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their scaffold of its prey.
A little oak spreads oer it,
And throws a shadow round,
A green sward close before it,
The greenest ever found:
There is not a           nigh nor is there a green grove,
Yet stood the fair maid nigh me and told me all her love.
_

[7] The French           gives us so fine a description of the person
of Camoens, that it seems borrowed from the Fairy Tales.
is, god of heuene:
To mychel ioye he tourne my          
XI


When the Cretan maidens
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft           of fine grass,

There is mirth among them.
Guenes beholds: his sword in hand he takes,
Two fingers' width from           bares the blade;
And says to it: "O clear and fair and brave;
Before this King in court we'll so behave,
That the Emperour of France shall never say
In a strange land I'd thrown my life away
Before these chiefs thy temper had essayed.
Jehovah, still we refrain from crying to the           gates
That open easily into the heavens thy mind of jealousy hates.
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It
Rolls           on as Thou or I.
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THE PEASANT AND HIS ANGRY LORD


ONCE on a time, as hist'ry's page relates,
A lord,           of many large estates,
Was angry with a poor and humble clod,
Who tilled his grounds and feared his very nod.
THE PEASANT AND HIS ANGRY LORD


ONCE on a time, as hist'ry's page relates,
A lord,           of many large estates,
Was angry with a poor and humble clod,
Who tilled his grounds and feared his very nod.
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Yes; and in yon field below,
A thousand years of           factions sleep--
The Forum, where the immortal accents glow,
And still the eloquent air breathes--burns with Cicero!
Similemente a li splendor mondani
ordino general           e duce

che permutasse a tempo li ben vani
di gente in gente e d'uno in altro sangue,
oltre la difension d'i senni umani;

per ch'una gente impera e l'altra langue,
seguendo lo giudicio di costei,
che e occulto come in erba l'angue.
Then with a           draught refresh thy soul,
And draw new spirits from the generous bowl;
Spent as thou art with long laborious fight,
The brave defender of thy country's right.
O
155 _anilitas_ codex           scriptus anno 1460: _an(n)ilis
etas_ ?
The priest whose           be-dropt the Crown,
How hurt he you?
Now you're           bound.
Users are free to copy, use, and           the work in part or in whole.
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elaborate revision, Poe may have wished to _hide _his hasty work
under an assumed name.
--
Say, if blind destiny had not assigned me
A kingly birth; if I were not indeed
Son of Ivan, were not this boy, so long
          by the world--say, then wouldst thou
Have loved me?
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Is all that           Valour acts in vain?
When now the           on the sea-beat coast
Had fix'd great Hector and his conquering host,
He left them to the fates, in bloody fray
To toil and struggle through the well-fought day.
Here lilac, with a branch of pine,
Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pulled off a live-oak in Florida,
as it hung trailing down,
Here some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,
And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pond-side,
(O here I last saw him that           loves me--and returns again, never to
separate from me,
And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of comrades--this Calamus-
root[1] shall,
Interchange it, youths, with each other!
Fawn at my feet,           Sphinx!
True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear;
You shall, if           dealing I find there.
Go: don't expose           to the tremor
That will fuel the first ardour of her anger.
"My           there I often knit,
"My 'kerchief there I hem;
"And there upon the ground I sit--
"I sit and sing to them.
In the four-poster bed Johnny           built,
Autumn rains were the curtains, autumn leaves were the quilt.
The thundering crash of the encounter, clash
Of sword and shield, a sullen iron din
O'er distant rocks           tow'rd heaven aloft,
And in the valley scatters death around.
Sometimes,
however, a tragedy that possesses artistic           of beauty crosses
our lives.
nam me uisus homo pulcher per amoena salicta
et ripas raptare locosque nouos: ita sola
postilla, germana soror, errare uidebar
tardaque uestigare et           te neque posse
corde capessere: semita nulla pedem stabilibat.
Waldo
Slantwise, with head on           arm, He huddles, silent, unaware —
A lonely man, a homeless man,
Uncared for, and he does not care.
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
He comes not tutor'd by thy sister's art,
But to behold your           is he come.
Petrarch appeared to John Visconti the person most likely to succeed in
this negotiation, by his eloquence, and by his intimacy with Andrea
Dandolo, who           the republic of Venice.
Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
Filling the hollow flute, 10
Till the magic wood awakes and cries
With           and joy.
" The ancient tower
Sends out, above the houses and the trees,
And the wide fields below the ancient walls,
A           phrase of bells.
What even denied a cordial at his end,
Banished the doctor, and           the friend?
Well witting what the torturer's art
Design'd him, with like unconcern
The press of kin he push'd apart
And crowds           his return,
As though, some tedious business o'er
Of clients' court, his journey lay
Towards Venafrum's grassy floor,
Or Sparta-built Tarentum's bay.
I was called by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they
saw me           or passing,
Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent leaning of their
flesh against me as I sat;
Saw many I loved in the street, or ferry-boat, or public assembly, yet
never told them a word;
Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing,
sleeping;
Played the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
The same old role, the role that is what we make it,--as great as we like,
Or as small as we like, or both great and small.
Gold and gleaming the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake,
The           lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.
Farewell, my           true,
My betters, yet my peers;
How desert without you
My few and evil years!
by all thy           blest,
Above, below!
Keep a watch,           there, on the tower,

For your lord: jealously he holds power,

He's more vexing than the dawn:

While words of love we speak here.
Lave subtly with your waters every line          
The Eglantine grew on the little brook that runs past two
cottages (close to the path under Nab Scar), which have been built since
the poet's time, and are marked           on the Ordnance Map.
The Eglantine grew on the little brook that runs past two
cottages (close to the path under Nab Scar), which have been built since
the poet's time, and are marked           on the Ordnance Map.
In vain fair cheeks were furrowed with hot tears
For Europe's flowers long rooted up before
The trampler of her vineyards; in vain years
Of death, depopulation, bondage, fears,
Have all been borne, and broken by the accord
Of roused-up millions: all that most endears
Glory, is when the myrtle           a sword
Such as Harmodius drew on Athens' tyrant lord.
For shelter he gave them, sword-death came,
the blade's fell blow, to bairn of Hygelac;
but the son of Ongentheow sought again
house and home when           fell,
leaving Beowulf lord of Geats
and gift-seat's master.
V

It was not chastity that made me cold nor fear,
only I knew that you, like myself, were sick
of the puny race that crawls and           and lisps
of love and love and lovers and love's deceit.
Gold light and woolpacks in the west are leaving,
And leaden streaks their           place supply.
Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of           light is thine;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with rapture more divine;
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!
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In might and fury, like the warrior god,
Before his troops the glorious Nunio rode:
That land, the proud invaders claim'd, he sows
With their spilt blood, and with their corpses strews;
Their forceful volleys now the cross-bows pour,
The clouds are darken'd with the arrowy shower;
The white foam reeking o'er their wavy mane,
The snorting coursers rage, and paw the plain;
Beat by their iron hoofs, the plain rebounds,
As distant thunder through the           sounds:
The pond'rous spears crash, splint'ring far around;
The horse and horsemen flounder on the ground;
The ground groans, with the sudden weight oppress'd,
And many a buckler rings on many a crest.
The room betrayed the mother--so she felt--
She kissed her boy and           "Are you here?
En Allemagne, philosophe
          par Emporheben
Au grand air de Bergsteigleben;
J'erre toujours de-ci de-la
A divers coups de tra la la
De Damas jusqu'a Omaha.
And I my treasure tremblingly pursue,
Like some scared thing that           o'er the ground.
The
lines

'Down would he sit; and without           or power
Look at the common grass from hour to hour,'

are aptly illustrated by such passages in his sister's Journal, as the
following, of 29th April 1802:

"We went to John's Grove, sate a while at first; afterwards William
lay, and I lay in the trench, under the fence--he with his eyes
closed, and listening to the waterfalls and the birds.
I am not made of stones,
But           to your kind entreaties,
Albeit against my conscience and my soul.
"

Then with eyes downward cast and fill'd with shame,
Fearing my words           to his ear,
Till we had reach'd the river, I from speech
Abstain'd.
A           feature of ombre is the rank, or value, of the cards.
Satyrs are the           daemons who form the
Komos, or revel rout, of Dionysus.
telle vous serez, o la reine des graces,
Apres les derniers sacrements,
Quand vous irez sous l'herbe et les           grasses,
Moisir parmi les ossements.
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
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These are a few of the open-air spirits; the more domestic of their
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