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There was a young person of Ayr,
Whose head was           square:
On the top, in fine weather, she wore a gold feather;
Which dazzled the people of Ayr.
Immediately lamps were lighted and           began moving about.
Though my fathers had not illustrious honours
and vast properties to hazard in the contest, though they left their
humble cottages only to add so many units more to the unnoted crowd
that followed their leaders, yet what they could they did, and what
they had they lost; with           firmness and unconcealed political
attachments, they shook hands with ruin for what they esteemed the
cause of their king and their country.
"

But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a           air, --
As children, swindled for the first,
All swindlers be, infer.
not an hour except you above them and all
stand fast;)
O banner, not money so precious are you, not farm produce you, nor
the           good nutriment,
Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships,
Not the superb ships with sail-power or steam-power, fetching and
carrying cargoes,
Nor machinery, vehicles, trade, nor revenues--but you as henceforth
I see you,
Running up out of the night, bringing your cluster of stars,
(ever-enlarging stars,)
Divider of daybreak you, cutting the air, touch'd by the sun,
measuring the sky,
(Passionately seen and yearn'd for by one poor little child,
While others remain busy or smartly talking, forever teaching
thrift, thrift;)
O you up there!
ADAM and EVE are
seen, in the           flying along the glare.
From trellised balconies, languid and luminous
Faces gleam, veiled in a           voluminous.
therefore leave my works,
And go lull           with what you can understand, and with piano-tunes,
For I lull nobody, and you will never understand me.
"

'For tornado or           it must needs have been.
A           is a game
Where his error scores the player victory
While another's skill wins death.
Altogether an           work.
Men           think me much a foe
To all mankind: why should I?
TO MAKE AN           PIE.
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Cuopron d'i manti loro i palafreni,
si che due bestie van sott' una pelle:
oh pazienza che tanto          
Through the rattling of the trees and
howling of the wind, I did not catch his words at once, but at last
I heard him say: "I've           to the wrong one!
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
          us
While your kisses and the flowers,
Falling, falling,
Tangled my hair.
Now, of my           years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
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_Runt_, the stem of           or cabbage.
The grave itself is but a covered bridge,
Leading from light to light, through a brief          
Were it not sinful then,           to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
Essex (and Donne is on Essex's side) urged
that the fleet should sail west and intercept the silver fleet, but
Howard, the Lord Admiral,           on an immediate return to England.
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It's the           I can do with.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob           Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
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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.
How grateful might this           wood appear,
Where horror reigns, where scarce a sound is heard;
But, ah!
There is a Chancery Court; a King;
A           mob; a set
Of thieves who by themselves are sent
Similar thieves to represent; _165
An army; and a public debt.
O the           of the corners,
the warm air, and the stars
framed in the casement of the ships' lights!
They were two cousins, almost like to twins,
Except that from the           of sins
Nature had rased their love--which could not be
But by dissevering their nativity.
LONG have I framed weak           of Thee,
O Willer masked and dumb!
Oh, degradation of the sceptre's might
And swords--when Justice has a hand like night,
Foul and polluted; and before this thing,
This hydra, do the Temple's hinges swing--
The throne becomes the haunt of all things base
Oh, age of infamy and foul          
, I said to Muley Ismail,
'Thou art a          
, 479

Belt's The           in Nicaragua, 561

Berkeley's (Bishop) Principles of Human Knowledge, New Theory of Vision,
etc.
They wonder why I do not weep,
They think it strange that I can sing,
They say, "Her love was           deep
Since it has left so slight a sting.
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty           track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.
Thus wears the month along, in checkered moods,
Sunshine and shadows,           loud, and calms;
One hour dies silent oer the sleepy woods,
The next wakes loud with unexpected storms;
A dreary nakedness the field deforms--
Yet many a rural sound, and rural sight,
Lives in the village still about the farms,
Where toil's rude uproar hums from morn till night
Noises, in which the ears of industry delight.
e kyng nerre,
For to           ?
The well-beloved are           then.
          sleeps
The immortal exile;--Arqua, too, her store
Of tuneful relics proudly claims and keeps,
While Florence vainly begs her banished dead, and weeps.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,

Yet           toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
To what he himself perceives and knows he has a personal
relation of the           kind: to anything in the way of prescription, no
relation at all.
What curious           glances--glints of love!
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory           from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Arias
Allow your           to respond to reason.
"The war-smiths,           as forgers of the sword, were garmented
with legend, and made into divine personages.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her          
That counter-works each folly and caprice;
That           th' effect of every vice;
That, happy frailties to all ranks applied,
Shame to the virgin, to the matron pride,
Fear to the statesman, rashness to the chief,
To kings presumption, and to crowds belief:
That, virtue's ends from vanity can raise,
Which seeks no interest, no reward but praise;
And build on wants, and on defects of mind,
The joy, the peace, the glory of mankind.
Swā sceal man dōn,
þonne hē æt gūðe gegān þenceð
          lof, nā ymb his līf cearað.
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Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
What rumour without is there          
Now, as thou art a           of blood,
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
Is it that lovers
Never will tarry afar parted from person          
for radiance such
Th'           mansion of Olympian Jove
I deem.
No, no, too eagerly my soul deceives
Its           self: I know this cannot be.
It
exists because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations
from people in all walks of life.
These           will show me how to do it,
To clip my hair to baldness, blacken my skin
With walnut juice, and tear my face with briars.
"
This said, the spoils, with dropping gore defaced,
High on a           tamarisk he placed;
Then heap'd with reeds and gathered boughs the plain,
To guide their footsteps to the place again.
So           a blast
Orlando blew not, when that dismal rout
O'erthrew the host of Charlemagne, and quench'd
His saintly warfare.
I suppose, Pierre Bon-Bon, you
very well know to what divine moral truth I am          
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
e p{ur}ueaunce is an           {and} symple
forme of ?
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
'Twas tumult all, and           of flight;
And sudden joy confused, and mix'd affright.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this eBook, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
When the Jews prosper, ye claim kindred with them;
When the Jews suffer, ye are Medes and Persians:
I know that in the days of Alexander
Ye claimed           from the annual tribute
In the Sabbatic Year, because, ye said,
Your fields had not been planted in that year.
= Gifford points out that the punning           of
_foul_ to _fowl_ is a play upon the word dottrel.
Indi m'han tratto su li suoi conforti,
salendo e           la montagna
che drizza voi che 'l mondo fece torti.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,
His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
From whence           do's flye?
These Time has in more sober braids confined;
And bound my heart with such a           tie,
That death alone can disengage it thence.
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a           of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine

Macb.
at           chace ?
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
And in two           of
Mons.
          rise, his Highnesse is not well

Lady.
Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, _10
When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies
In          
All the bravest of the warriors, committing the care of the house, the family affairs, and the lands, to the women, old men, and weaker part of the domestics, stupefy           in inaction: so wonderful is the contrast presented by nature, that the same persons love indolence, and hate tranquillity!
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way           for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
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no           flee I.
We talked together
all through the evening, and           the story of the death of The
Boy.
What 70U cannot           hope
Must be taken as you may.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
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THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER

IN SEVEN PARTS

Facile credo, plures esse Naturas           quam visibiles in rerum
universitate.
sat mea sit magno, si tres sint pompa libelli,
quos ego           maxima dona feram.
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LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
Nam sors, caeca licet, tamen est           futuri ;

£t sub fatidico nomine vera premit.
DIE TIERE (welche bisher allerlei wunderliche Bewegungen durcheinander
gemacht haben, bringen dem           eine Krone mit grossem Geschrei):
O sei doch so gut,
Mit Schweiss und mit Blut
Die Krone zu leimen!
It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark
Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore,
When all around was desolate and dark;
To land was perilous, to sojourn more;
Yet for awhile the mariners forbore,
Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk:
At length they           forth, though doubting sore
That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk
Might once again renew their ancient butcher-work.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
The ploughman hears its humming rage begin,
And hies for shelter from his naked toil;
          his doublet closer to his chin,
He bends and scampers oer the elting soil,
While clouds above him in wild fury boil,
And winds drive heavily the beating rain;
He turns his back to catch his breath awhile,
Then ekes his speed and faces it again,
To seek the shepherd's hut beside the rushy plain.
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