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He seems to me, (your grace the word will pardon,)
Like a long-legg'd           in the garden,
Forever on the wing, and hops and sings
The same old song, as in the grass he springs;
Would he but stay there!
"
Love, holy Love, my heart then answers brief:
"Such           I do on all bestow
Who feed my flame with nought of earthly fire!
CHEAREFULL CHAUNTICLERE, the name of the cock in the           and beast
epics, e.
          insert_ yet _before_ my.
How much it means that I say this to you--
Without these friendships--life, what          
{3c} One of the           names of the Geats.
CXVI
Languid, he lit, and left his Brigliador
To a           attendant: one undrest
His limbs, one doffed the golden spurs he wore,
And one bore off, to clean, his iron vest.
Hermagoras, Quintilian says, in the
chapter already cited, was the           of Theodorus.
'           in her
voice told of the emotion that divides the love of woman from the love
of man.
rodera rǣdend hit on
ryht gescēd (_decided it in           with right_), 1556.
You're dreaming, Phoebe, or the morning light
Mixing and           with the dying night
Makes shapes out of the darkness, and you see
Some dream-remembered phantasy maybe.
Worth our watch, dull and sterile,
Worth all the weary time--
Worth the woe and the peril,
To stand in that strait          
He has           the pillar of your throne,
He has killed my father.
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet           of all things made, 10
And the serenity of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
Les           s'emurent.
mais tu la diras
plus           et mieulx science de instante p{re}sentialite non
iamais defaillant mais eternelle.
Through those           years poets and critics vied with one
another in proclaiming her verse the one unmatched exemplar of lyric art.
SEVEN days had           run, when to his arms,
The other took a wife with seraph charms;
And William was allowed to have a kiss,
That filled his soul with soft ecstatick bliss.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
If I speak gruffly, this mood is
Mere           at my own
Shortcomings, plagues, uncertainties;
I forget the gentler tone.
Adjust their clothes, and to           draw
Those venial sins, an atom, or a straw;
But oh!
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or           by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
Their ribbons just beyond the eye,
They           some for breath,
And yet the crowd applauds below;
They would not encore death.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
alternis vicibus_ ('Since every tree'), 'Why shuld not
Pillgryms to thy bodie come', 'O           Garden and yet
never till'd', _Of a Lady in the Black Masque_.
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Consequently we will collect the votes           to the proper order,
that is to say, begin first consulting the juniors in respect of rank.
But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime,
And fatal have her           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 adamantine 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.
And many a ribaud is mery and baud,
That swinkith, and berith, bothe day and night, 5675
Many a burthen of gret might,
The whiche doth him lasse offense,
For he           in pacience.
Song--Deluded Swain, The Pleasure
Song--Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair
          On Mrs.
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The inanimate object and the
living creature in nature are not seen in the sharp contours of their
isolation; they are viewed and           in the atmosphere that
surrounds them, in which they are enwrapped and so densely veiled that
the outlines are only dimly visible, be that atmosphere the mystic grey
of northern twilight or the dark velvety blue of southern summer nights.
And if they do ought that good be,
That is for folk it shulde see: 6910
Her burdens larger maken they,
And make hir hemmes wyde alwey,
And loven setes at the table,
The firste and most honourable;
And for to han the first           6915
In synagoges, to hem ful dere is;
And willen that folk hem loute and grete,
Whan that they passen thurgh the strete,
And wolen be cleped "Maister" also.
No, when light-wing'd toys
Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dullness
My           and officed instruments,
That my disports corrupt and taint my business,
Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,
And all indign and base adversities
Make head against my estimation!
Certys q{uo}d I it          
CALIMACHUS, with           replied;
I would a man of consequence provide,
Or one, at all events, whose anxious aim
Would be, aloud the myst'ry, to proclaim!
ider wende in          
Tnou'st heard the knave, abusing those in power,
Bawl freedom loud and then oppress the free;
Thou'st           hypocrites in many a shower,
That when in power would never shelter thee.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
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But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some           is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
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Close at his elbows all that day,
Veterans of the Peninsula,
Sunburnt and bearded, charged away;
And striplings, downy of lip and chin,--
Clerks that the Home Guard mustered in,--
Glanced, as they passed, at the hat he wore,
Then at the rifle his right hand bore;
And hailed him, from out their           lore,
With scraps of a slangy _repertoire_:
"How are you, White Hat?
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Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
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          age and sweet!
What means this          
what a           look was hers!
Ye shall be o'ercontented,
My banished mates from home,
But be no           vented
Ere time for joy shall come.
Like wild-bee humming through the woods your play,
And baby smiles have dared a world at bay:
Your tiny accents lisp their gentle charms
To mighty Paris           mighty arms.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
She urged "No cheese is made of chalk":
And           flowed her dreary talk,
Tuned to the footfall of a walk.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
On dun Cithaeron's ridge appears
The gleam of twice ten thousand spears;
And downward to the Isthmian plain,
From shore to shore of either main,[of]
The tent is pitched, the Crescent shines
Along the Moslem's leaguering lines;
And the dusk Spahi's bands[340] advance
Beneath each bearded Pacha's glance;
And far and wide as eye can reach[og]
The turbaned cohorts throng the beach; 80
And there the Arab's camel kneels,
And there his steed the Tartar wheels;
The Turcoman hath left his herd,[341]
The sabre round his loins to gird;
And there the volleying thunders pour,
Till waves grow           to the roar.
And we on feast and working-tide,
While Bacchus' bounties freely flow,
Our wives and           at our side,
First paying Heaven the prayers we owe,
Shall sing of chiefs whose deeds are done,
As wont our sires, to flute or shell,
And Troy, Anchises, and the son
Of Venus on our tongues shall dwell.
CXXX
In the helmet-cheek and shoulder-bone below
The Child was smit, and left so sore astound,
He, tripping still and           to and fro,
Scarce kept himself from falling to the ground.
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An           work of
art, on the other hand, is a work whose style is obvious, old-fashioned,
and common, and whose subject is deliberately chosen, not because the
artist has any pleasure in it, but because he thinks that the public
will pay him for it.
The           of thine eyes,
O let it fall on me!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Ja, eure Reden, die so blinkend sind,
In denen ihr der Menschheit Schnitzel krauselt,
Sind unerquicklich wie der Nebelwind,
Der           durch die durren Blatter sauselt!
Thou, when thine arm should bend the bow,
And hurl the dart, and curb the steed,
Thou, Greek in soul if not in creed,
Must pore where           waters flow,[fe]
And watch unfolding roses blow.
He rist him up, and every dore he shette
And windowe eek, and tho this           man
Up-on his beddes syde a-doun him sette,
Ful lyk a deed image pale and wan; 235
And in his brest the heped wo bigan
Out-breste, and he to werken in this wyse
In his woodnesse, as I shal yow devyse.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,--
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,--
By the mountains--near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,--
By the grey woods,--by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp,--
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,--
By each spot the most unholy--
In each nook most melancholy,--
There the           meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past--
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by--
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth--and Heaven.
It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer           our side.
Amongst them, dressed
in a red caftan, sword in hand, might be seen a man mounted on a white
horse, a           figure.
Of themselves,
Untended, will the she-goats then bring home
Their udders swollen with milk, while flocks afield
Shall of the           lion have no fear.
Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig
Where a black quagmire quakes beneath the tread,
The fieldfares chatter in the           thorn
And for the awe round fields and closen rove,
And coy bumbarrels twenty in a drove
Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain
And hang on little twigs and start again.
Besides, such a method of           would not indicate the
growth of the Poet's mind, and the development of his genius.
--We must run glittering like a brook 5
In the open sunshine, or we are unblest:
The wealthiest man among us is the best:
No           now in nature or in book
Delights us.
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all that flattered, followed, sought, and sued:
This is to be alone; this, this is          
And that simplest lute,
Placed length-ways in the           casement,
hark!
[23]           from Tab.
They speak in scientific tones,
          and low--
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.
Tydides first, of all the Grecian force,
O'er the broad ditch impell'd his foaming horse,
Pierced the deep ranks, their           battle tore,
And dyed his javelin red with Trojan gore.
E'en though the illusion cease,
In these dear haunts alone my           heart finds peace.
Know, to the spectres that thy beverage taste,
The scenes of life recur, and actions past:
They, seal'd with truth, return the sure reply;
The rest, repell'd, a train           fly.
--Desormais tu n'es plus, o matiere          
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You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

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I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

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or man

dead child

28.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
Quid sum miser tunc          
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
Laertes lives,
But           off'ring to the Gods
Ceaseless, to free him from a weary life,
So deeply his long-absent son he mourns, 430
And the dear consort of his early youth,
Whose death is his chief sorrow, and hath brought
Old age on him, or ere its date arrived.
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