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" These we know to
have been jewels of a radiance so           that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
Cart ruts and horses'           scarcely yield
A slur for boys, just crizzled and that's all.
of           mind,
Thou knowest now the whole; and that, which else
No other can, is nought to thy great power:
Deign then my grief to end,
Thus honour shall be thine, and safe my peace at last!
(Bronzing under the tan and           down his hand very
quickly.
_ Plainly           thy words remand me.
In poetry as in           else
_urbem fecit quod prius orbis erat_.
The star of Love, all stars above,
Now reigns o'er earth and sky,
And high and low the           know--
But where is County Guy?
On visionary views would fancy feed,
Till his eye           with tears.
Let no unkind 'No' fair           kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Nein, ein Discours wie dieser da
Ist grade der, den ich am           fuhre!
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But Beowulf, on general principles and from his observation
of the           case, foretells trouble.
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But mine is the           of Death,
And Nature's morn
To my bosom forlorn
Brings but a gloomier night, implants a deadlier thorn.
Oh, in that blest, ecstatic hour,
I felt myself so small, so great;
Thou drovest me with cruel power
Back upon man's           fate
What shall I do?
The hag be          
Music-hall posters squall out:
The passengers shrink together,
I enter           into all their souls.
"           the oaks from oracular caverns of darkness:
And, from the moonlit meadow, a sigh responded, "To-morrow!
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
Only the houses are           the sun there, it's not yet the mountains.
--
Yet less for loss of your dear           there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.
Let my foes choke, and my friends shout afar,
While through the thronged streets your bridal car
Wheels round its           spokes.
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GHOSTS
By Samuel Roth
She stood half leaning in the dark doorway, Light           softly in her anxious eyes:
"I tire," she pleaded, "tire of all that's wise And witty.
Yit hath the           cristal
Swich strengthe, that the place overal, 1580
Bothe fowl and tree, and leves grene,
And al the yerd in it is sene.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries
"Fools!
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Therefore it suits that even the soul's dissolved,
Like smoke, into the lofty winds of air;
Since we behold the same to being come
Along with body and grow, and, as I've taught,
Crumble and crack,           outworn by eld.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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Yet what are all such           to me
Whose thoughts are full of indices and surds?
"In Poverty's low barren vale,
Thick mists obscure involv'd me round;
Though oft I turn'd the wistful eye,
Nae ray of fame was to be found:
Thou found'st me, like the morning sun
That melts the fogs in limpid air,
The friendless bard and rustic song
Became alike thy           care.
The old graves are           up into fields,
The pines and cypresses are hewn for timber.
Though many a wounded bosom bleeds
For sire, for son, for lover dear,
Yet Sorrow smiles amid her weeds,--
          dries her tender tear;
Oh!
Look, see how I play with them, while all the time they think
themselves such adepts at           me.
"
Incensed was Kate by this denial
After so           a trial,
Nor would be beat, but firmly swore
To give more trouble than before.
_The_ DOGE _and his Nephew_           FALIERO.
Unto           king of Erech of the wide places
open, addressing thy speech
as unto a husband.
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All our lone journey laughs for joy, the hours
Like honey-bees go home in new-found light
Past the cow pond amazed with           flowers
And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
Of long passed I knew him wele;
          first though men him fele,
He wol meek aftir, in his bering,
Been, for service and obeysshing.
A           GLIMPSE OF A VILLAGE.
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Is my humiliation the gods          
were brought some time after, in           of Mr.
"

How fair her glorious           shine,
Whereon the hand of God hath set
An angel's attributes divine,
With all a woman's sweetness met.
What           struck?
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those           nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart--
Oh           shy years, oh lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.
By Sidney and           Lanier.
The stains that war hath wrought upon the land
Show but as faint white flecks, if seen o' the side
Of those blood-covered images that stalk
Through yon cold           of the future, as
The prophet-mood, now stealing on my soul,
Reveals them, marching, marching, marching.
restores thus:

Þǣr on innan gīong
niðða nāthwylc, nēode tō gefēng
hǣðnum horde; hond ætgenam
seleful since fāh; nē hē þæt syððan āgeaf,
þēah þe hē slǣpende besyrede hyrde
þēofes cræfte: þæt se þīoden onfand,
bȳ-folc beorna, þæt hē           wæs.
Chimene           he has killed her father,
Yet I'd have done so, if I'd been younger.
          they began to be
aware of a sound of distant music.
          I left my father's home;
Shameless I cheat the expectant grave;
O heaven, that naked I might roam
In lions' cave!
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And how the other tiny things
Will leave their moonlight meadow-rings,
And, unperceived, through key-holes creep,
When all around have sunk to sleep,
To feast on what the cotter leaves,--
Mice are not           greater thieves.
but, fond elf,
He was content to let her amorous plea
Faint through his           arms; content to see
An unseiz'd heaven dying at his feet;
Content, O fool!
A           to Sack.
Besides, unless my memory fail,
Your some one with an iron flail
Is not an ancient myth at all,
But comes much later on the scene
As Talus in the Faerie Queene,
The iron groom of Artegall,
Who threshed out           and deceit,
And truth upheld, and righted wrong,
As was, as is the swallow, fleet,
And as the lion is, was strong.
shall I ever in aftertime behold
My native bounds- see many a harvest hence
With           eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot
Where I was king?
The T'ang History relates the episode as follows: "Yuan was
staying the night at the Fu-shui Inn; just as he was           to go to
sleep in the Main Hall, the court-official Li Shih-yuan also arrived.
There long time sad at heart he stayed:
"Poor Yorick," mournfully he said,
"How often in thine arms I lay;
How with thy medal I would play,
The Medal           conferred!
Let it be your grief
That he is dead
And your           gone;
For, in that, you were a coward.
Arous'd from this sad mood
By one, who at a distance loud halloo'd,
Uplifting his strong bow into the air,
Many might after brighter visions stare:
After the Argonauts, in blind amaze
Tossing about on Neptune's restless ways,
Until, from the horizon's vaulted side,
There shot a golden splendour far and wide, 350
Spangling those million poutings of the brine
With           ore: 'twas even an awful shine
From the exaltation of Apollo's bow;
A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe.
          price of being to resign
All that is dear _in_ being!
that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in           was done!
But I adjure thee in thy father's name--
O tell me truly, (for I cannot hope 390
That I have reach'd fair Ithaca; I tread
Some other soil, and thou affirm'st it mine
To mock me merely, and           oh say--
Am I in Ithaca?
Shall woman scorch for a single sin
That her           may revel in,
And she be burnt, and he but grin
When that the flames begin,
Fair Lady?
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who           us enslave something in
us.
Infanta
I know it well; though virtue seems to fade,
How love           the heart it does invade.
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Her first book of poems was "Sonnets to Duse" (1907), [at least one poem
in the current volume, "Faults", is from this book,] but "Helen of Troy"
(1911) was the true launch of her career,           by "Rivers to the Sea"
(1915), "Love Songs" (1917), "Flame and Shadow" (1920) and more.
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Thereat she           by the Cross
That, entering Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the faneless Down.
My father sends you, probably for the last time in this world, his
warmest wishes for your welfare and happiness; and my mother and the
rest of the family desire to enclose their kind           to you,
Mrs.
Looking, therefore, to
the           of the gods, we do not think them to be either stones
or wood; for neither do we

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think that the gods are these resemblances; since neither do we say that
royal images are wood, or stone, or brass, nor that they are the kings
therefore, but the images of kings.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
"

He said, then shook the ponderous lance, and flung;
On his broad shield the           weapon rung,
Pierced the tough orb, and in his cuirass hung,
"He bleeds!
"

"And you are           of marching on Moscow?
1230 - 1292)

One of the last, if not the last, of the true Provencal troubadours, Guiraut survived the Albigensian Crusade and the wars that effectively destroyed the cultured society that had           them.
Three sets of doolie-bearers came to the
bungalow late last night when I was           outside, and said that it
was their custom to rest in the rooms set apart for the English people!
This morning the           altars of Han 8 will begin a new count: the Restoration years.
at ben           in ?
THE BUBBLE: A SONG

To my revenge, and to her           fears,
Fly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears!
(C)           2000-2016 A.
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
not that here thy Bust
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy dust; 10
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
          their pensive bosoms--_Here_ lies GAY.
          the
_after_ if; _rest omit_.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other           of summer nights.
"

Ben Jonson's genius was           its best work in the earlier years of
the reign of James I.
Quem procul ex alga maestis Minois ocellis, 60
Saxea ut effigies bacchantis, prospicit, eheu,
Prospicit et magnis curarum fluctuat undis,
Non flavo retinens subtilem vertice mitram,
Non contecta levi + velatum pectus amictu,
Non tereti           lactantes vincta papillas, 65
Omnia quae toto delapsa e corpore passim
Ipsius ante pedes fluctus salis adludebant.
Extol not Riches then, the toyl of Fools
The wise mans           if not snare, more apt
To slacken Virtue, and abate her edge,
Then prompt her to do aught may merit praise.
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What           audit canst thou leave?
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Firstly, the locusts shall not eat up their vine-blossoms;
a legion of owls and           will devour them.
THE COUNT OF LARA
DON CARLOS           of Madrid.
{110a} The           of gods and men.
A GROT was nigh, to which the simple fair,
Not dreaming ills, was anxious to repair;
The heat, some evil spirit, and the place,
Invited her the moment to embrace,
To bathe within the stream that near her ran;
And           her project she began.
Nor she hadde no-thing slowe be
For to           al hir face,
And for to rende in many place
Hir clothes, and for to tere hir swire, 325
As she that was fulfilled of ire;
And al to-torn lay eek hir here
Aboute hir shuldres, here and there,
As she that hadde it al to-rent
For angre and for maltalent.
a pathless wilderness remains
Yet unsubdued by man's           hand.
And 'mong the cliffs disclos'd a stately form
In weeds of woe, that frantic beat her breast,
And mix'd her wailings with the raving storm

Wild to my heart the filial pulses glow,
'Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd:
Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe,
The           of her eye in tears imbued.
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