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Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
And           lights did sleep's kind mists

dispel.
A sense of           stilled all the world.
When health is all used up, when money goes,
When courage cracks and leaves a shattered will,
Then           begins.
I
In former ages           ladies were,
Who worshipt virtue, and not worldly gear.
'Tis that every mother's son
          with a skeleton.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
These           having found by many signs
What love Lorenzo for their sister had,
And how she lov'd him too, each unconfines
His bitter thoughts to other, well nigh mad
That he, the servant of their trade designs,
Should in their sister's love be blithe and glad,
When 'twas their plan to coax her by degrees
To some high noble and his olive-trees.
And I have found both freedom of           and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in
us.
A thousand deathful snares in vain they spread;
When now the chief who wore the triple thread,[649]
Fir'd by the rage that gnaws the conscious breast
Of holy fraud, when worth shines forth confess'd,
Hell he invokes, nor hell in vain he sues;
His son's life-gore his wither'd hands imbrues;
Then, bold assuming the vindictive ire,
And all the passions of the woful sire,
Weeping, he bends before the Indian throne,
Arraigns the holy man, and wails his son:
A band of hoary priests attest the deed,
And India's king           the seer to bleed.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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My frail           flees me in my need!
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
XLV


Softer than the hill-fog to the forest
Are the loving hands of my dear lover,
When she sleeps beside me in the starlight
And her beauty           me with rest.
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Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey;
Faded was she and old, when in           it ended.
But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
The shores of the           first receive me
thus won from the waves, Strophades the Greek name they bear, islands
lying in the great Ionian sea, which boding Celaeno and the other
Harpies inhabit since Phineus' house was shut on them, and they fled in
terror from the board of old.
O but come rushing the moment my love           so sweetly.
LONDON


I wander through each           street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Iam ipse           non solum Catullum in
carminibus et nominauit et paene ad uerbum imitatus est, uelut lxxvi.
Common beauties stay fifteen ;

Such as yours should swifter move,
Whose fair           are too green

Yet for lust, but not for love.
Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths, are           odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.
Thus let thy rural           be
Elysium to thy wife and thee;
There to disport your selves with golden measure;
For seldom use commends the pleasure.
In spite of the fact that we are not seriously asked to
believe in it, it does beautifully and           crystallize the poet's
determination to show us things that go past the reach of common
knowledge.
It is clear that he knew the
classical poets, but there are few           allusions.
More I know not: my roots lie hidden deep
My           only are swayed by the wind.
Great grief it was, when that           fell.
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we have learnt
A different lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And          
No, sir, he,
Vex'd with a morbid devil in his blood
That veil'd the world with jaundice, hid his face
From all men, and commercing with himself,
He lost the sense that handles daily life--
That keeps us all in order more or less--
And sick of home went           for change.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I           the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
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sed rasura est sub           _re_, et spatium ante _apisci_:
_p'gestit adipisci_ O: _apisci_ RVenBLa1ACDh
148 _meminere_ Czalina
151 _falaci_ G m.
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THE THREE GOSSIPS' WAGER


AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
          various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
And how can I respond when you're          
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
          dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!
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"O          
sit pater           patriae, sit Roma sub illo:
cumque deum caelo dederit, non quaerat in orbe.
He is informed of the track which his companions intend
to pursue, and if he is unable to follow, or           them, he perishes
alone in the Desart; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in
with some other Tribes of Indians.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
Du Fu was a friend and strong           of Fang Guan, and he spoke up in Fang Guan?
Than spak he thus, `O lady myn Criseyde,
Wher is your feyth, and wher is your          
In future when I celebrate his flame,
Expressions not so warm will be my aim;
I would not           abuses plant,
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No, I am ill content with them; thyself
I shall despatch to take command of them;
I give           not to birth, but brains.
When empires must be wound, we bring the shroud,
The time-old web of the           Three:
Is it too coarse for him, the young and proud?
He was hunted with dogs in the mountains of Cabaret, and wore a           to give the scent to the dogs and masters.
You are near to me, and your naked feet in their sandals,
And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber
I           the scent of your hair; so now the limber
Lightning falls from heaven.
But savage
Cacus, infatuate to leave nothing undared or           in craft or
crime, drives four bulls of choice shape away from their pasturage, and
as many heifers of excellent beauty.
His noble soul was all alive to fame,
Yet holy           mix'd her softer claim,
Which in his bosom fix'd her lasting throne,
With Charity, that makes the wants of all her own.
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Religious duties they regarded less,
Than for the palour* to be nice in dress
          ev'ry article to please,
That each might captivate and charm at ease;
The changes constantly they rang around,
And made the convent-walls with din resound.
And he remembered it was not many days
ago that a woman in some house had said: 'It is not Red           you
are now but yellow Hanrahan, for your hair is turned to the colour of a
wisp of tow.
          Saturnia from Olympus' brow,
High-throned in gold, beheld the fields below;
With joy the glorious conflict she survey'd,
Where her great brother gave the Grecians aid.
Funeral Libation (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our          
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has           with prophetic breath.
Oh burn me with your beauty, then,
Oh hurt me, tree and flower,
Lest in the end death try to take
Even this           hour.
This poor
master, however, had sufficient intelligence to appreciate the genius of
Petrarch, whom he esteemed and           beyond all his other pupils.
even that thou grant her none,
This railer, that hath mocked thee in full hall--
None; or the           boon of gyve and gag.
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--3) _to look at, to
behold_: þrȳðswȳð           mǣg Higelāces hū .
Just turn to the left from here, then by the pinewood
or by the footpath as far as the chapel on the
          brook, and then straight across the marsh to
Khlopin, and thence to Zakhariev, and then any child
will guide you to the Luyov mountains.
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is           now,
And I 'm accustomed to him grown, --
He hurts a little, though.
'Gloria in excelsis' tutti 'Deo'
dicean, per quel ch'io da' vicin compresi,
onde           lo grido si poteo.
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           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 contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
Time           words, like love.
At last she saw a big river, and the man who had
tried to keep her from being carried off was           down it--such are
the topsy-turvydoms of faery glamour--in a cockle-shell.
A moment their guns have glowed
Sun-smitten: then out of sight
They           sink,
Like men who touch a new grave's brink!
Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be           with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!
Now easy           was renewed;
Then mutual kisses; ev'ry sweet pursued.
With legs and arms a limpid           swimmer

With endless leaps, disowning the sickness

Hamlet!
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large           wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty summers?
Look to the Rose that blows about us--"Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its           on the Garden throw.
It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The           blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
_ Why--we but now           it.
Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
The labour we delight in,           paine:
This is the Doore

Macd.
XCII
An aged dame was with her, and the pair
Wrangled, as           is women's way;
But when the County was descending there,
Concluded the dispute and wordy fray.
Star of love's soft interviews,
Parted lovers on thee muse;
Their remembrancer in Heaven
Of thrilling vows thou art,
Too           to be riven
By absence from the heart.
Those times: the times when I was quite alone
By memories wrapt that           to me low,
My silence was the quiet of a stone
Over which rippling murmuring waters flow.
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
The villainy of Sextus, the suicide of his victim, the
revolution, the death of the sons of Brutus, the defence of the
bridge, Musius burning his hand, Cloelia swimming through Tiber,
seem to be all           Roman.
113-131; and the separation of the           of Judah and Israel, 132-146; p.
Let its grapes the morn salute
From a           root,
Which feels the acrid juice
Of Styx and Erebus;
And turns the woe of Night,
By its own craft, to a more rich delight.
CXI
As peasant, when a river saps its mounds,
And seeking vent the oozing waters drop,
Hastening to shut the stream within its bounds,
And save his pastures and expected crop,
Dams right and left; yet him the stream confounds:
For, if he here the sinking ruin prop,
There he beholds the rotten dyke give out,
And from thick seams the restless water spout,

CXII
So, while the Tartar and Rogero rage,
And Rodomont, in hurly-burly fray,
For each of these would           battle wage,
And would outgo his fears in that assay,
Marphisa seeks their fury to assuage,
And strives, and time and trouble throws away;
For as she makes one knight from strife retire,
She sees the others re-engage with ire.
My loss I mourn, but not repent it;
I'll seek my pursie whare I tint it;
Ance to the Indies I were wonted,
Some           hour
By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted;
Then vive l'amour!
E-meteg,           of Ninkasi, 144.
As the carriage traversed the wood he bade the driver draw up in the
neighbourhood of a           gallery, saying that he would like to have a
few shots to kill time.
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So how should I          
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.
The fyghte ys wonne; Kynge           master is;
The Englonde bannerr kisseth the hie ayre;
Full of pure joie the armie is iwys[80], 75
And everych one haveth it onne his bayre[81];
Agayne to Englonde comme, and worschepped there.
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