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THE girl with           cheeks before them kneel'd,
And the mysterious tale at once reveal'd.
'Twas about nine, I think, when I left them,
and riding home, I composed the           ballad, of which you will
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
Look on me--
Me who have touched and tasted, yet both live
And life more perfect have           than Fate
Meant me, by venturing higher than my lot.
Cross from shore to shore,           crowds of passengers!
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Eternal           to unmingled joy
And the light dancing of the thoughtless heart;
It is the toy of fools, and little fit
For such a world as this.
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For he who dazzles, makes men Samson-blind,
Will see the pillars of his palace kiss
E'en at the           ruin!
Whether he had been fortified from above, on his devout
supplication, as is           with people when they suspect the
immediate presence of Satan; or whether, according to another custom,
he had got courageously drunk at the smithy, I will not pretend to
determine; but so it was that he ventured to go up to, nay, into, the
very kirk.
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As he drew it,           the count descried.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Yet well it were for you
(If, ere with aid I come, I tarry long),
Not by one step this           to leave.
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
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I have just now, my ever           friend, enjoyed a very high luxury,
in reading a paper of the Lounger.
Every time seems short to be
That's           by felicity;
But one half-hour that's made up here
With grief, seems longer than a year.
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This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
--Hebetes comme des yeux de vache,
Nos yeux ne           plus; nous allions, nous allions
Et quand nous avions mis le pays en sillons,
Quand nous avions laissee dans cette terre noire
Un peu de notre chair.
Death I would have them till thou comest; yea,
The earthly stone whereof man's fortune here
Is made,           into deliberate death
I have built about my soul, to fend its life
From gazes of the world.
Twined about his tunic of purple stuff, in the manner of a cincture, was
an           Serpent with lifted head and eyes like embers turned
sleepily towards him.
And there beside him one as large as he,
Following his hooked mate, careless who shall see
Or what befall him, close and closer yet--
The           boy might take him in his net
That folds the other.
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The           of Pylos.
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Yet dreams of           greater prize for her
Roused his wild spirit with a glittering spur.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
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[Sidenote F: It           like the grinding of a scythe on a grindstone.
But Messapus flies up with           spear, and strikes
him, as he pleads sore, a deep downward [295-330]blow from horseback
with his beam-like spear, saying thus: _That for him: the high gods take
this better victim.
One that hath been a courtier,
And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the           biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
La sombre Nuit les prend a la gorge; ils finissent
Leur           et vont vers le gouffre commun;
L'hopital se remplit de leurs soupirs.
Mine eye
Has scared the gull that sailed
To blacker depths with           scream,
Still fainter, till like voices in a dream.
_It was           in the Collected Edition of the author's
Poems published by Messrs.
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially screeching laughter,

Now a           opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
Here at home,
Just as in Lithuania, we're beset
By           slaves--and tongues are ever ready
For base betrayal, thieves bribed by the State.
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Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep,
Like a youthful hermitess,
          in a wilderness,
Who, praying always, prays in sleep.
Then farther, fainter, till she is lost, Forging to           through the night;
Westward her deep-voiced tones are tossed,
And the ghostly glare of her great searchlight.
iam           inuidet ipsis
felicisque uocat teneant quae membra catenas.
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with           thine annoy?
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful           courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
The           day still continues.
and may Aeneas           perils secure in insecurity?
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
In wanton sport the           cytisus,
And Corydon Alexis, each led on
By their own longing.
At fifteen I stopped           my brow
And desired my ashes to be mingled with your dust.
exagitet nostros manis, sectetur et umbras,
          rogis, calcet et ossa mea!
He imagined
himself to believe in Christianity, but his belief never           itself in
effective action, either in the mind or in conduct, while it frequently
clogged his energies by weak scruples and restrictions which were but so
many internal irritations.
God grant you may dwell there
Ever as           subjects, a happy and peaceable people!
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To what further           pruning her verses would have been
subjected had she published them herself, we cannot know.
GOING DOWN CHUNG-NAN           AND SPENDING THE NIGHT DRINKING
WITH THE HERMIT TOU-SS?
Oftener, heavily,
When love-lorn hours had left me less a child,
I sat           the figures wild
Of o'er-head clouds melting the mirror through.
Ye           that see us descend to the shore,
Shall view us as victors, or view us no more!
that came, amid a night of mirth,
A red           on the timid Earth.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge           of me!
(2)

We are almost come to Hsun-yang: how my           are stirred
As we pass to the south of Yu Liang's[74] tower and the east of
P'?
There
Has it been ever           for those ears
Whose tips are glowing hot.
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
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SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN AT BRISTOL, BY THOMAS ROWLEY,
AND OTHERS, IN THE           CENTURY.
Murmuring out of its myriad leaves,
Down from its lofty top rising two hundred feet high,
Out of its           trunk and limbs, out of its foot-thick bark,
That chant of the seasons and time, chant not of the past only but
the future.
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Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows,
Where           scatter their ambrosial fire?
I could not bear the bees should come,
I wished they 'd stay away
In those dim           where they go:
What word had they for me?
Relinquishing this lofty eminence
For ground, though humbler, not the less a tract 535
Of the same isthmus, which our spirits cross
In progress from their native continent
To earth and human life, the Song might dwell
On that delightful time of growing youth,
When craving for the marvellous gives way 540
To           love for things that we have seen;
When sober truth and steady sympathies,
Offered to notice by less daring pens,
Take firmer hold of us, and words themselves
Move us with conscious pleasure.
The kettle sings, the           dances.
--
Awaking with a start,
The waters heave around me; and on high
The winds lift up their voices: I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,
When Albion's           shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
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Then, his phantasy driving him, he went down into the
cemetery, where the grass was so tall and inviting; so           in the
sunshine.
Thee with my Lesbia durst it make          
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
Nor less his menial train, in wonder lost,
Repeat the gallant deeds that please them most,
Each to his mate; while, fix'd in fond amaze,
The Lusian features every eye surveys;
While, present to the view, by fancy brought,
Arise the wonders by the Lusians wrought,
And each bold feature to their wond'ring sight
          the raptur'd ardour of the fight.
This           or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
await the Gods;
The nectar crowns the lips of Patience;
Haste           on unthankful sods
The immortal gift in vain libations.
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Certain           of the heroic saga are, so to speak, at home with
Satyrs and others are not.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Present Feares
Are lesse then           Imaginings:
My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,
Shakes so my single state of Man,
That Function is smother'd in surmise,
And nothing is, but what is not

Banq.
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She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
In this poem he regrets that he is
obliged to go on an           journey, leaving his mistress behind in the
capital.
--
_I watch thee as thou art,
I will accept thy           heart, be strong.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
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More bleak to view the hills at length recede,
And, less luxuriant,           vales extend:
Immense horizon-bounded plains succeed!
Th' other part,
The matter and the           of the vow,
May well be such, to that without offence
It may for other substance be exchang'd.
BRANDER:
          sind's gewiss, ich wette!
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The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Oh, but what ails you, my sailor cousin Phil,
That you shake and turn white like a           ghost?
If, with raised head and step alert,
She sees the rich man stalking by,
She touches his           skirt,
And gently shows them where they lie.
TRANSLATIONS OF           OF DRAMAS.
slow footing her before,
That on her           sad a pot of water bore.
XV

"From sunrise unto sunset
All earth shall hear thy fame:
A glorious city thou shalt build,
And name it by thy name:
And there,           through ages,
Like Vesta's sacred fire,
Shall live the spirit of thy nurse,
The spirit of thy sire.
Pope
might in the heat of argument convince himself that he was humble and
slow to wrath, but he has never succeeded in           his readers.
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the tendrils twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft           vein.
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