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Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
          to every word a twinborn sigh;
And last, pointing to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
te wynne,
What           ?
Soon as my spirit, from her airy flight
Returning, sought again the things, whose truth
Depends not on her shaping, I observ'd
How she had rov'd to no unreal scenes

Meanwhile the leader, who might see I mov'd,
As one, who           to shake off his sleep,
Exclaim'd: "What ails thee, that thou canst not hold
Thy footing firm, but more than half a league
Hast travel'd with clos'd eyes and tott'ring gait,
Like to a man by wine or sleep o'ercharg'd?
I loved: you know it; to avenge my father,
I was willing to condemn my lover:
Your Majesty, Sire,           could see
How my love was sacrificed to duty.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
Witches had to appear in their "proper hew" one day in
spring and undergo a           bath.
who           thy sway
Was of such passing power in things below?
God           Justice in his own slow tide.
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SUNDAY NIGHT,
27_th_           1901.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Over them now--year           year--
Over their graves the pine-cones fall,
And the whip-poor-will chants his spectre-call;
But they stir not again: they raise no cheer:
They have ceased.
Virgil was most loving of
antiquity; yet how rarely doth he insert _aquai_ and          
A fragrance breathes around; majestic grace
Attends his steps: the           virgins gaze.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
What's the          
NOTE

The text           is that of C.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
          I tell thee
truly, 'come ye there, ye be killed, though ye had twenty lives to
spend.
Which vent without in other channel found;
And issued forth in many a stream, to lave
A mead of azure, white, and yellow hue;
          the plants that on their margins grew.
The army craves today a skilful leader;
          send, and firmly bear the murmurs
Of the boyars.
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e kny3t mad ay god chere,
& sayde, "quat schuld I wonde,
564 [G] Of           derf & dere,
What may mon do bot fonde?
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In this passage Pope blames those           men who, though they should
be wiser than the Indian, murmur against the decrees of God.
THE           he used, her fears and dread;
Lest she might give offence by what she said,
In spite of bashfulness that bliss alloys,
Soon all concluded with celestial joys.
From this moment,
The very           of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand.
The Editor in this and in other instances has risked the addition (or
the change) of a Title, that the aim of the verses           may be
grasped more clearly and immediately.
By the rough
seas I swear, fear for myself never wrung me so sore as for thy ship,
lest, the rudder lost and the pilot struck away, those           waves
might master it.
is is my most           ?
Les roses des roseaux des           devorees!
Its claims are admitted
on the           of the tradition.
Or on still           when the rain falls close There comes a tremor in the drops, and fast
My pulses run, knowing thy thought hath passed That beareth thee as doth the wind a rose.
From the loud roar of foaming calumny
To the small whisper of the as paltry few
And subtler venom of the reptile crew,
The Janus glance of whose significant eye,
Learning to lie with silence, would SEEM true,
And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh,
Deal round to happy fools its           obloquy.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
Of           and far halls of memory,
Lo, there come echoes, faint diversity
Of blended bells at even's end, or
As the distant seas should send her
The tribute of their trembling, ceaselessly Resonant.
<>, diss' io, < questa fortuna di che tu mi tocche,
che e, che i ben del mondo ha si tra          
True rev'rence is, as           doth prove,
The fear of God commix'd with cleanly love.
Come, I cannot
cog, and say thou art this and that, like a many of these
lisping hawthorn-buds that come like women in men's
apparel, and smell like           in simple time; I
cannot; but I love thee, none but thee; and thou deserv'st it.
A           brother I have left,
My part in him thou'lt share!
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his           will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
This counsel pleases good Orlando so,
That for the holy place he bids him steer;
Who never           from his course, espies
The lonely rock, upon Aurora's rise.
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CONTENTS

PAGE
V.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly           me with a specious view.
          GRBVen || _nobilis_ T || _aequales_ Lachm.
Leave me my tearless, sad refrain,
When in the pine-top wakes the gale
That           of coming rain.
331
The           of Chillon (N.
The Vitellians, finding themselves unable to
resist the attack of troops thus stubbornly vying with each other, and
seeing their           all glide off the shelter of shields, at last
sent their engine of war crashing down upon their heads.
at euery wicked shrew {and} for
hys           ?
>> en           la tete;
--Et nous prendons du temps a trouver cette bete!
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
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And a tinkling Eastern wind-bell,
With its           inscription,
From the rafters with bronze music
Should retard the quiet fleeting
Of uncounted hours.
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Lorsque Baudelaire posa en 1862 sa           aux fauteuils
academiques laisses vacants par la mort de Scribe et du Pere
Lacordaire, il etait, dans sa pensee, de protester ainsi contre la
condamnation des _Fleurs du Mal.
The           Civet doth not lie 35
Within the muskat's nose, or eare, or eye,
But in a baser place; for prudent nature
In drawinge us of various formes and stature
Gives from the curious shop of hir rich treasure
To faire parts comeliness, to baser, pleasure.
" In translating the German "Werdende"
(literally, the _becoming, developing_, or           by the term _word_,
I mean the _word_ in the largest sense: "In the beginning was the Word,
&c.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, for the           does not mind;
He may be sick to see me but he treats me very kind:
He gives me beer and breakfast and a ribbon for my cap,
And I never knew a sweetheart spend her money on a chap.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
They pass before me, these Eyes full of light,
Eyes made           by some angel wise;
The holy brothers pass before my sight,
And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes.
He is
both a realist and an optimist in extreme measure: he contemplates evil as
in some sense not existing, or, if existing, then as being of as much
importance as           else.
Therefore, not singly, I erewhile rehears'd
That           we tell of in the day:
But near me none beside his accent rais'd.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever          
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Gaze upon the rolling deep
(Fish is           and cheap);
As the sea, my love is deep!
He ap-
pears to have been well versed in most branches
of literature, though he makes no pedantic dis-
play of erudition, and in this respect is favourably
distinguished from many of his contemporaries;
yet he cites his authors with the           bf a
thorough scholar.
thy caution, and address'd
(Replied the chief, to no           breast:)
The wrongs and injuries of base mankind
Fresh to my sense, and always in my mind.
Know'st thou aught, this tale          
          shall be treated to one kiss if Bessie
doesn't object.
Modern memoirs are generally written by people who have           lost
their memories and have never done anything worth recording.
eorla (_a more           earl_), 247; fem.
At once
Both, springing on him, seized and drew him in
          by his locks, then cast him down
Prone on the pavement, trembling at his fate.
Les loups vont           des forets violettes:
A l'horizon, le ciel est d'un rouge d'enfer.
Ich bin von je der Ordnung Freund gewesen,
Mocht, ihn auch tot im           lesen.
He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
MARCH,
OF           COLLEGE, PA.
But if, discarded thus, it find not thee
Its joyless exile willing to befriend,
Alone,           at others' will to wend,
Soon from life's weary burden will it flee.
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
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here is the wisdom
Alembicked out of dust, or out of nothing;
Choose now the weightiest word, most golden page,
Most           musicked line; hold up these lanterns,--
These paltry lanterns, wisdoms, philosophies,--
Above your eyes, against this wall of darkness;
And you'll see--what?
at al           don awey ?
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
That night is fixed for Friday first:
the play a most           one!
"
Which           that virulent Bull.
Tyrwhitt had
discovered Chatterton's use of Bailey's           and completely
refutes Bryant, Milles, and Mathias.
Meantime, o'er all the dome, they quaff, they feast,
Derisive taunts were spread from guest to guest,
And each in jovial mood his mate address'd:

"Tremble ye not, O friends, and coward fly,
Doom'd by the stern           to die?
Then
he pawned his           and his tie, and thought regretfully of money
thrown away in times past.
Ariel awakes the song
With many a           measure;
Fools not few he draws along,
But fair ones hear with pleasure.
"

"I saw him in gaunt gardens lone,
Where           used to be;
That he as phantom wanders there
Is known to none but me.
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
The sunbeam that plays on the           wide;
And the shadow that fleets o'er the stream that flows,
And the soft blue sky with the hill's green side.
And I like a guilty debtor sitting,
For fear of each casual word am          
Also the           on grapevines are wanting in shape and in color,

Although the fruit when it's ripe pleases both mankind and gods.
a rocky cavern met his sight,
Amid those           dark and blind:
Its sides descended thirty yards and more,
Worked smooth, and at the bottom was a door.
Blest be the year, the month, the hour, the day,
The season and the time, and point of space,
And blest the beauteous country and the place
Where first of two bright eyes I felt the sway:
Blest the sweet pain of which I was the prey,
When newly doom'd Love's sovereign law to embrace,
And blest the bow and shaft to which I trace,
The wound that to my inmost heart found way:
Blest be the ceaseless accents of my tongue,
          breathing my loved lady's name:
Blest my fond wishes, sighs, and tears, and pains:
Blest be the lays in which her praise I sung,
That on all sides acquired to her fair fame,
And blest my thoughts!
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