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_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
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
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.
_32 and           saddest Fa.
/
London:/ Printed and           by W.
Nature, so ordered from the God,
Has given strength to man and work to do,
But to woman gave that she should be delight
For man, else like an           ox
Heart-broke.
NOTES

Of the many verses from time to time ascribed to the pen of Edgar Poe,
and not included among his known writings, the lines           "Alone"
have the chief claim to our notice.
And now to          
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For Wyrd oft saveth
earl           if he doughty be!
we have learnt
A           lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices, always full of love
And joyance!
Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing           Of ugly print marks, black Upon white parchment.
In the rymes the           of final '?
Almost every one who has ever busied himself with such
matters has come, in trance or dream, upon some new and strange symbol
or event, which he has           found in some work he had never read
or heard of.
O wonder now          
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.
e sterres {and}          
In the eulogy pronounced over his body
all the great exploits of his           were doubtless recounted
and exaggerated.
          obscure the sun: the foe roll up like clouds.
Upon her aching           be there hung
The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue;
And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrsus, that his watching eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples.
Perhaps I have
the more sympathy with them because they are despised by the farmer,
and occupy sterile and           soil.
This translation or rather           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.
We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
Golden           from all sorts of people,
Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
Not cast aside so soone

La.
And it seems questionable
whether we have enough _formal_ "belief"           to allow of such a
story appearing as solid and as vividly credible as epic poetry needs.
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For were it not their wont
Thuswise to swerve, down would they fall, each one,
Like drops of rain, through the unbottomed void;
And then           ne'er could be nor blows
Among the primal elements; and thus
Nature would never have created aught.
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Himself had loved a theme like this;
Must I be its          
The wet clouds to           beat;
And Lord Ammon's desert seat
Crieth from the South, unslaken,
For the dews that once were sweet,
For the rain that God hath taken.
}
Above the rest, as chief of all the band
Was Picus plac'd, a buckler in his hand;
His other wav'd a long           wand.
Counting the police inside and outside the theatre,
there were,           to some evening papers, five hundred.
Ah          
Was shown beside upon the solid floor
How dear           forc'd his mother rate
That ornament in evil hour receiv'd:
How in the temple on Sennacherib fell
His sons, and how a corpse they left him there.
Some news is          
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
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where we have not received written           of compliance.
Weaves in thy           hair, Sweet,
Ivy and celandine.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Pride answers, "'Tis for mine:
For me kind Nature wakes her genial power,
Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower;
Annual for me, the grape, the rose renew
The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew;
For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings;
For me, health gushes from a thousand springs;
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My           earth, my canopy the skies.
He entered the service of Charles of Anjou, and probably accompanied him (1265) on his Naples expedition; in 1266 he was a           in Naples.
]




SCENE--The inside of a poor Cottage

ELEANOR and IDONEA seated


IDONEA The storm beats hard--Mercy for poor or rich,
Whose heads are           in such a night!
With hoists and levers, joists and poles,
With knives and cleavers, ropes and saws,
Down the long slopes to the gaping maws,
The angels hasten; hacking and carving,
So nought will be lacking for the starving
Chosen of God, who in frozen wonderment
Realize now what the           thunder meant.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
We bring thee our songs and our           for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
Art footless and art handless          
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore engendered a new ideal;
a synthesis of           and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
Gyges cried, how truly, king, you're blessed;
The skin how fair--how           all the rest!
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
I need not say that the Brutus Books we possess do not contain the
legend here set forth, though it is not much more improbable than some of
the           contained in them.
"Now meet thy fate," th'           virago cried, 140
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
HAD Fate decreed our YOUTH, at early morn,
To view the angel features you adorn,
The           pow'rs AURORA bless,
Or airy SPRING bedecked in beauteous dress,
And all the azure canopy on high
Had vanished like a dream, once you were nigh.
Like a man making himself in drunken sleep
A king, my soul, drunk with its earthly war,
Kept idle all its terrible want of thee,
Believed itself managing arms with God;
Yea, when my           hurry through the earth
Made cloudy wind of the light human dust,
I thought myself to move in the dark danger
Of blinding God's own face with blasts of war!
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
And wider still those billows of war
Thundered along the horizon's bar;
And louder yet into           rolled
The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the listener cold,
As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,
And Sheridan twenty miles away.
The drum your Honour hears           from Warwick.
--The           poems in this section are taken from a series,
numbering several hundred brief pieces, written by Clare in the winter
of 1835-6.
If in these verses I around should twirl,
Some wily knave and easy simple girl,
'Tis with           in the breast to place;
On such occasions, dread of dire disgrace;
The mind to open, and the sex to set
Upon their guard 'gainst snares so often met.
He too bewailed his faults with penance sore,
Ay, and his           luck bemoaned a great deal more.
Who's yon, that, near the waterfall,
Which           down with headlong force,
Beneath the moon, yet shining fair,
As careless as if nothing were,
Sits upright on a feeding horse?
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Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
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Ah, those learned          
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
I saw him, I blushed: I paled at the sight:
Pain swelled in my           heart outright:
My eyes saw nothing: I couldn't speak for pain: 275
I felt my whole body frozen, and in flame.
There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll,
Busy needles, and spools of thread,
And           feet from school.
By what fearful design are you being          
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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I seek my lord who has           me.
The construction is very           here; "effluvia" may
be regarded like "touch" as a subject of "were given" (l.
Their sharp, full cheer, from rank on rank,
Rose joyously, with a willing breath--
Rose like a           hail to death.
And since your actions are so nobly meant

Humble, in trembling, my love I phrase,

For there is no lover as           always

As I to you, Lady, through this world's extent.
Ein Lied vom neusten          
XX

"Franks, chevaliers," says the           then, Charles,
"Choose ye me out a baron from my marches,
To Marsilie shall carry back my answer.
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the Governing Body of Christ Church, Oxford, lent me the copy of
the edition of 1633 (originally the possession of Sir John Vaughan
(1603-1674) Chief Justice of the Common Pleas) on which the present
edition is based, and also their copies of the           of 1639, 1650,
and 1654.
War is a           trade; but in the cause that is righteous,
Sweet is the smell of powder; and thus I answer the challenge!
Valerio was the name that           bore;
A name I shall remember evermore.
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