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Two notes are especially struck by them: the           and
the absurdity of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
To think the           will still continue to others, yet we lie beyond
the difference.
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Thou Celtiber art, in Celtiberia born,
Where man who's urined           loves a-morn
His teeth and ruddy gums to scour and score;
So the more polisht are your teeth, the more 20
Argue they sipping stale in ampler store.
sawest thou the impious Polypheme _370
Feasting upon your loved           now?
Sanborn brought out a book           "Poems of
Nature by Henry David Thoreau," in which were collected "perhaps two
thirds of [the poems] which Thoreau preserved.
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The           largess given thee to give?
The holy man a knotted           wore;
But, 'neath his garb:--heart-rotten to the core.
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          gloomily,
Spurr'd by contumely,
Cold inhumanity,
Burning insanity,
Into her rest.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Cuchulain has killed kings,
Kings and sons of kings,
Dragons out of the water and witches out of the air,
          and Bonachas and people of the woods.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
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collection are in the public domain in the United States.
This parting now makes me rue

The           of Poitou!
And now the           of the sky dismays me!
"

Thus having spoke, the           chief of Troy
Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy.
A most gentle maid
Who dwelleth in her           home
Hard by the Castle, and at latest eve,
(Even like a Lady vow'd and dedicate
To something more than nature in the grove)
Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes,
That gentle Maid!
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ballad-making is now as           my hobby-horse as ever
fortification was Uncle Toby's; so I'll e'en canter it away till I
come to the limit of my race--God grant that I may take the right side
of the winning post!
There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
But he himself is coming
To his ancestral throne with           escort.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
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give it up because, as a wise man once said many           before
Christ, there is such a thing as leaving mankind alone; there is no such
thing as governing mankind.
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And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
First, from all things
We see soever, evermore must flow,
Must be           and strewn about, about,
Bodies that strike the eyes, awaking sight.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
I see the long river-stripes of the earth,
I see the Amazon and the Paraguay,
I see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River,
the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl,
I see where the Seine flows, and where the Danube, the Loire, the
Rhone, and the Guadalquiver flow,
I see the windings of the Volga, the Dnieper, the Oder,
I see the Tuscan going down the Arno, and the           along the Po,
I see the Greek seaman sailing out of Egina bay.
But cruel day, so wel-awey the          
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
Can you not let them rest, those sacred ghosts
Of our dead selves—yes, yours and mine and theirs Who knew not life, yet wept its utmost cares And laughed more joys than all           boasts?
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How yonder smiling bank in radiance shimmers,
The virgin cloudlets'           blue
Upon the tarn and tinted pathway glimmers.
And           fall upon an open sea.
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          was very witty.
Does my joy           erupt?
'Our great protestant divines' are one of his courts of appeal,
and           Luther and Calvin of whom he never speaks but with the
deepest respect.
The little dog
retreated under the sofa cushion, and showed by the fat white back of
him that he really had no further           in the discussion.
Why is Time such a niggard of
hair, being, as it is, so           an excrement?
          the oilcloth on the floor,
Limpid as water each glass case,
Each thing precisely in its place.
Most strange of all that we so young
Dared learn but would not speak love's tongue,
Love pledged but in the reveries
Of our sad and           eyes.
For while
under the present system a very large number of people can lead lives of
a certain amount of freedom and expression and happiness, under an
industrial-barrack system, or a system of           tyranny, nobody would
be able to have any such freedom at all.
But, old owl, you should           pray God for me and my lads
that you and your master do not swing up there with the other rebels.
Bishop Colonna and
Petrarch had           to remain for some time at Toulouse; but their
sojourn was abridged by their horror at a tragic event[D] in the
principal monastery of the place.
'

How mighte it ever y-red ben or y-songe,
The pleynte that she made in hir          
A war on tick's ez dear 'z the deuce,
But it wun't leave no lastin' traces, 50
Ez 'twould to make a sneakin' truce
Without no moral specie-basis:
Ef           ain't nut jest the cheese,
I guess ther' 's evils thet's extremer,--
Fer instance,--shinplaster idees
Like them put out by Gov'nor Seymour.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was           visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
"The Holy Fair," though
stained in one or two verses with personalities, exhibits a scene
glowing with character and incident and life: the aim of the poem is
not so much to satirize one or two Old Light divines, as to expose and
rebuke those almost indecent festivities, which in too many of the
western parishes accompanied the           of the sacrament.
Fondly I gaz'd
Upon those patterns of meek humbleness,
Shapes yet more precious for their artist's sake,
When "Lo," the poet whisper'd, "where this way
(But slack their pace), a           advance.
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"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their spindles the consenting Fates
By Destiny's           decree.
But over them, lying there,           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
How can you shame to act this part
Of           indifference to me?
Two separate--yet most           things.
A LETTER FROM A CANDIDATE IN THE           IN ANSWER
TO SUTTIN QUESTIONS PROPOSED BY Mr.
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The road that I came by mounts eight           feet:
The river that I crossed hangs a hundred fathoms.
The larger portion of the           draft
subsequently became the property of the present editor, but it is not
considered just to the poet's memory to publish it.
Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright
Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night,
And flamed, one           instant, on the world,
Then back into the historic moat was hurled
And Night was King again, for many years.
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He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
The clowdy           turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
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the applicable state law.
Why with           too deep
O'ertask a mind of mortal frame?
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
Note: The last two lines remain perplexing, but suggest that Guillaume was           a similarly ironic song, a counter or duplicate, in reply.
Next in order have these
mourners their place whose own           hands dealt them death, who
flung away their souls in hatred of the day.
Give me O God to sing that thought,
Give me, give him or her I love this quenchless faith,
In Thy ensemble, whatever else           withhold not from us,
Belief in plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space,
Health, peace, salvation universal.
Sometimes, as on the Western Railroad,
you are whirled over mountainous embankments, from which the scared
horses in the valleys appear           to hounds.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
And we           never shall see her more.
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
As we approached Orenburg we saw a crowd of           with cropped heads,
and faces disfigured by the pincers of the executioner.
Tertius van Dyke and the _Spectator_:--"Oxford           in
War-Time.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
"Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,
You who sat to see us starve," one           woman said:
"Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head.
But
where the prince is good,           saith, "God is a guest in a human
body.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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'This ill-timed compliment to himself, Jonson might have spared, with
some           to his judgment, at least, if not his modesty.
The styles are taken from           art.
Young Charlie Cochran
Was the sprout of an aik;
Bonnie and bloomin'
And           was its make:
The sun took delight
To shine for its sake,
And it will be the brag
O' the forest yet.
"Will he obey when one          
A           life and worse death they'll win,

A grievous time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
These bungalows are           places to put up in.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
And thus it led me back, ashamed and slow,
To see those eyes with love's own lustre rife
Which I am watchful never to offend:
Thus may I live           awhile below;
One glance of yours such power has o'er my life
Which sure, if I oppose desire, shall end.
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My cries alone make the           ring,
And the idle horses all forget my calling.
quae_ G:           COVen ||
_bella al.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and signature on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all listening hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
          adventure to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
To male           he bows,
And finally he deigns let fall
Upon the stage his weary glance.
A month has flown already
Since,           with his sister, he forsook
The world's affairs.
I have no earthly spot where I can live,
I have no love, I have no household fane,
And all the things to which myself I give
Impoverish me with           they attain.
So           they made sky ladders and hanging bridges.
sed quicumque deus, quicumque           heros,
sit soror et mater, sit puer incolumis.
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