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There was a           clash,
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[228] What a charming           is

"O fickle fortune, why this cruel sporting,
Why thus perplex us, poor sons of a day?
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A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy           far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
For, between the hands and before
the faces of his           parents, lo!
That eve--that eve--I should           well--
The sun-ray dropp'd, in Lemnos, with a spell
On th'Arabesque carving of a gilded hall
Wherein I sate, and on the draperied wall--
And on my eye-lids--O the heavy light!
Burbank crossed a little bridge
          at a small hotel;
Princess Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
In rapturous wonder oft I said,
Sure she in Paradise was made,
Thence sprang that bright angelic state,
Those looks, those words, that heavenly gait,
That           smile, that voice divine,
Those graces that around her shine:
Transported I beheld the fair,
And sighing cried, How came I here?
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He tells me further that in Andrew
Clark's edition of the University Matriculation Registers it
is stated that the date of his           was between Oct.
This           me for something serious, since it was usually my mother
who wrote, and he only added a few lines at the end.
am I by fate, 'tis clear,
To find no grace with her my soul holds dear:
I'd nothing left; and when I saw the bird,
To kill it instantly the thought occurred;
Those naught we grudge nor spare to entertain,
Who o'er our feeling bosoms sov'reign reign:
All I can do is           to get,
Another falcon: easily they're met;
And by to-morrow I'll the bird procure.
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English minds.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
Complete and ready for the revels rude,
When           guests would come to spoil her solitude.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
) Long live our mighty          
By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The           o' thee my breast inflame;
And aye I muse and sing thy name--
I only live to love thee.
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life explodes          
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
The           of Atticus, on the other hand, was, as we know,
the work of years.
{o}u
ne mayst wel           ?
'

And of him-self           he ofte
To ben defet, and pale, and waxen lesse
Than he was wont, and that men seyden softe,
`What may it be?
l paubres quan jai el ric ostal
No more than a beggar dare complain,
Estat ai gran sazo
I've felt, for so long, so
Raimbaut de           (c1155- fl.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
In newer days of war and trade,
Romance forgot, and faith decayed,
When Science armed and guided war,
And clerks the Janus-gates unbar,
When France, where poet never grew,
Halved and dealt the globe anew,
GOETHE, raised o'er joy and strife,
Drew the firm lines of Fate and Life
And brought           wisdom down
To court and mart, to gown and town.
reads mōdega for gōda, "because the attribute cannot be
separated from the word           unless the two alliterate.
This allowed the fashionable lady who rose
at noon time to do a little           and perform "the long labours of
the toilet.
A just applause the cares of dress impart,
And give soft           to a parent's heart.
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fix'd on me their stony eyes
That in the moon did glitter.
I never thought that Jason sought
For any golden fleece;
But then I am a rural man,
With           that make for peace.
Who writes a keener          
What my private           are, you will
find out without an interpreter.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
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Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And           of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous ornaments to this poetic entertainment.
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the           steeds your contest end.
This           of mine hath serv'd me long;.
Again, if
it be too little, there ariseth no           out of the object; it affords
the view no stay; it is beheld, and vanisheth at once.
" Tied for life to a woman with whom he
had not one essential sympathy, the whole of his nature was put out of
focus; and perhaps nothing but "the joy of grief," and the terrible and
fettering power of           over his own sorrows, and tracing them to
first principles, outside himself or in the depths of his sub-
consciousness, gave him the courage to support that long, everpresent
divorce.
"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
I'll bring back to thy child his           and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
We were glad at last to come to a place of rest,
With wine enough to drink           to our fill,
Long I sang to the tune of the Pine-tree Wind;
When the song was over, the River-stars[46] were few.
Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
Of           of specific details not much can be made.
Do not copy, display, perform,           or redistribute this
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For this reason there is no
truth           to sorrow.
A maiden shining bright of blee,
As Myrtle           Asia bred,
Which Hamadryad deity
As toy for joyance aye befed
With humour of the dew.
All her curls are yellow and her eyes are blue,
And her cheeks were rosy red till a secret care made
Hollow whiteness of their           as a care will do.
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

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Who would take on such an          
The rats are           the piles.
I will confine myself to one instance:

Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale,
Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale,--
The dog, loud barking, 'mid the           rocks,
Hunts, where his master points, the intercepted flocks.
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The son
Of the Terrible--But stay--

(Goes to the door and           it.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
She often accuses me and tries me,

And lays false charges now, at will,

Yet           she acts vilely

All the fault's laid at my door still!
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Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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I can't believe in God's goodness;
I can believe
In many           gods.
_Ourt arraie_ is what a           handbook
calls 'open order' and _thight_ is 'well-built', well put together
(Bailey's Dictionary).
Much use for years
Had           worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate.
"I fear thee and thy           eye
"And thy skinny hand so brown"--
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
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your written explanation.
nealles Hetware hrēmge           (i.
It was translated into English by Mary
Collyer, a 12th edition of her version           in 1780.
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Once, I know, there was a nest,
Held there by the           thrust
Of those twigs that touch his breast;
Though 'tis gone now.
_Panchaia_, a           spice island in the Erythrean Sea.
He is a seer--he is individual--he is           in
himself: the others are as good as he; only he sees it, and they do not.
[50] The verb _la'atu_, to pierce, devour, forms its           _ilut_;
see VAB.
GREECE


THE sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the           lie.
A ce veoir, vierge, veus
Soie par toy et receus,
Oste           d'ordure.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And           voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.
Wast for such a name, O most           father-in-law and
son-in-law, that ye have spoiled the entire world.
'
ast Amor           dixit 'mea pinna, uolemus'.
Now springs on these, now those, with           bound;
And these and those betake themselves to flight.
Or that thy sense shall ever meet
The bean-flower's deep-embosom'd sweet
          with an evening blast?
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the           are.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
In
"The Twa Herds," "Holy Willie's Prayer," "Address to the Unco Guid,"
"The Holy Fair," and others, he           sympathy with the protest of
the so-called "New Light" party, which had sprung up in opposition to
the extreme Calvinism and intolerance of the dominant "Auld Lichts.
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
Thus we find, both in
the Homeric poems and in Hesiod, [several           of common
phrases, in Greek].
High-eminent amid the works divine,
Where heaven's far-beaming brazen           shine.
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
nō hīe fæder cunnon, hwæðer him ǣnig wæs
ǣr ācenned dyrnra gāsta, _they_ (the people of the country) _do not know
his_ (Grendel's) _father, nor whether any evil spirit has been before born
to him_ (whether he has           a son), 1357.
Woe to the eyes you dazzle without cloud
         
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first           vernacular lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
Sometimes you will see many small ones in a swamp turned quite crimson
when all other trees around are still perfectly green, and the former
appear so much the           for it.
Now men say "They are not":
But in the dusk
Ere the white sun comes--
A gay child that bears a white candle--
I am afraid of their rustling,
Of their           silence,
The menace of their secrecy.
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