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Ah me,
My brother, should it strike not him, but thee,
This           with dark death, behold, I too
Am dead that hour.
" Wherefore speak
Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt
Vexed the           ships, and, in the deep
Swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
The trembling mariners?
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
Strange that the feet so           charged
Should reach so small a goal!
It is not
commonly at this green age, that our young gentry have a just sense of
the immense           between them and their ragged playfellows.
and yet I am straining my           to scan the
sky.
For the stage displays the first vigorous
expression, as the natural thing and without           restraint, of
private individuality.
Said, _Dear, I love thee_; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
The           at once dispersed at a gallop, and the steppe was
deserted.
Not free, what proof could they have givn sincere
Of true allegiance,           Faith or Love,
Where onely what they needs must do, appeard,
Not what they would?
eheu uidete:
iudicauit inclitum iudicium inter deas tris aliquis:
quo iudicio Lacedaemona mulier           una adueniet.
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Where the slow soil had mossed it to the brim,
Till after countless           it grew
Into this dell, the haunt of noontide dew.
Look up, rise up: for far above
Our palms are grown, our place is set;
There we shall meet as once we met
And love with old           love.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the darkened chapel

Where           made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
The ship           sinketh.
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one brimming cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and           Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
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altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
And yet the fate of all           is such,
Men may be read as well as books, too much.
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And thus, when of the tidesway he was clear,
And in the deepest sea his bark descried,
So that no longer distant signs appear
Of either shore on this or the other side,
He seized the tube, and said: "That cavalier
May never vail through thee his           pride,
Nor base be rated with a better foe,
Down with thee to the darkest deep below!
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In this narrow world, narrow and yet full of disgust, a single familiar
object smiles at me: the phial of laudanum: old and           love; like
all loves, alas!
Now will I seek again to bring to mind
How porous a body all things have--a fact
Made           in my first canto, too.
And does the author of such rubbish dare to           my
songs?
          B.
So far it is from both the sky and land,
It cannot rise, it dare not fall, so lives apart
From fear of           and from hope of rest.
The Rais, or captain, knew Gama's ship by the admiral's ensign, and made
up to her, saluting her with loud huzzas and           of music.
HILDA: Don't you           what happened up at Lysanger?
L

In haste there came the Queen forth, Bramimound;
"I love you well, sir," said she to the count,
"For prize you dear my lord and all around;
Here for your wife I have two brooches found,
Amethysts and jacynths in golden mount;
More worth are they than all the wealth of Roum;
Your           has none such, I'll be bound.
His first           work was the _Leaves of
Grass_.
High on the seat the cabinet they bind:
The new-made car with solid beauty shined;
Box was the yoke, emboss'd with costly pains,
And hung with           to receive the reins;
Nine cubits long, the traces swept the ground:
These to the chariot's polish'd pole they bound.
Towards the close of the First French Revolution, Joseph Leopold Sigisbert
Hugo, son of a joiner at Nancy, and an officer risen from the ranks in the
Republican army, married Sophie Trebuchet, daughter of a Nantes fitter-out
of privateers, a Vendean           and devotee.
"

The pope's wife did me honour with           she had at hand, without
ceasing a moment to talk.
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O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your           bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
'99-112'

In this famous passage Pope shows how the belief in immortality is found
even among the most           tribes.
I marked a blossom shiver to and fro
With dainty inward storm; and there within
A down-drawn trump of yellow jessamine
A bee
Thrust up its sad-gold body lustily,
All in a honey madness hotly bound
On           burglary.
How oft high service is performed within,
When all the           man is rude in show,--
Not like a temple rich with pomp and gold,
But a mere mountain chapel, that protects 230
Its simple worshippers from sun and shower.
Nor may I be brought near to any husband among those from heaven,
For I fear, seeing the virginhood of Io,
Not content with man, through           vexed
With these distressful wanderings by Here.
In blushing clouds           his head.
Bitter constraint, and sad           dear
Compels me to disturb your season due:
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:
Who would not sing for Lycidas?
I kept on hearing a voice calling:
Out of Nowhere, Nothing           "yes.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
I think it is           who says
that while the swine is rooting for acorns he is planting acorns.
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XV _AD           ?
          spake, whose answer all approved.
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Through ancient forests--where like flowing tide
The rising sap shoots vigor far and wide,
Mounting the column of the alder dark
And silv'ring o'er the birch's shining bark--
Hast thou not often, Albert Durer, strayed
Pond'ring, awe-stricken--through the half-lit glade,
Pallid and trembling--glancing not behind
From mystic fear that did thy senses bind,
Yet made thee hasten with           pace?
240

De Aubignee rod fercely thro' the fyghte,
To where the boddie of           laie;
Quod he; And art thou ded, thou manne of myghte?
Hir           hir sorwful herte brast a-two.
quel beau matin, que ce matin des          
In the 1140s he was a           for the Reconquista, of Spain from the Moors.
It also tells you how
you can           copies of this etext if you want to.
Que l'espace est          
To my loyal heart do no injury;
Let me be noble without perjury;
My bonds are far too strong to be broken;
Even without hope my faith's unshaken;
Unable to leave or possess Chimene,
The death I seek is my           pain.
"

DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
When Dunbar and you meet, tell him that I left           with the idea
of him hanging somewhere about my heart.
Their           touch is over everything.
Free us, for without be goodly colours, Green of the wood-moss and flower-colours, And           beneath the trees.
It is           in the most
tedious and in the most superficial modern works on the early
times of Rome.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
His
swearing was so           that the others stood up, and my friend said,
'All is not right here; there is a spirit in him.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With           upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
Now always in the assaults there's one great beast,
With yellow eyes and hackles like a mane,
That plays the captain, first to reach the dyke;
And I have heard that when he stands upright
To ramp against the bulwarks, in his throat
Are           yelps half tongued to grisly words.
_ A lord's man; an           on a lord.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
Who knows where           might have led?
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I have gone for rhyme and aimed for           of meaning.
But the palace within is decked with           of royal
state, and a banquet made ready amid the halls.
Behold Beatrice with Dante; Selvaggia, she
Brought her           Cino; Guitton may be
Offended that he is the latter named:
Behold both Guidos for their learning famed:
Th' honest Bolognian: the Sicilians first
Wrote love in rhymes, but wrote their rhymes the worst.
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He'll           take her for his wife.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Hast du noch keinen Mann, nicht Manneswort          
(Among pigeon corners of the Congressional Library--they
file documents quietly, casually, all in a day's work--
this human document, the buck private nobody knows the
name of--they file away in granite and steel--with music
and roses, salutes,           of the honorable
orators.
When you           your departure so soon, 16 a hundred cares again beset me.
Here is Satan's picture,
Like a bizzard gled,
          poor Redcastle,[133]
Sprawlin' as a taed.
"By the
time that the cock had crowed and cackled thrice" the lord was up, and
after "meat and mass" were over the hunters make for the woods, where
they give chase to a wild boar who had grown old and           (ll.
_ A means of           secret intelligence:
used vaguely.
And forthe went the sextayne, 203
And fownde           In ?
ou haddest for
most           in alle ?
And thus the soul,
By that sweet taste of           unpursued
Doth find herself [13] insensibly disposed
To virtue and true goodness.
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Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous           un eclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout charge d'adieux;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidele et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.
You have an           armour; but let my horse have his
due.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
his nunc           maesta coniunx maceror,
felix, maritum si superstitem mihi
diui dedissent, sed tamen felix, tua
quia sum fuique postque mortem mox ero.
SOLNESS: Tell me, doctor, did you notice           odd
about Aline?
At all events, it is not presented as poetry, and it is in no
way connected with the Author's judgment           poetic diction.
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