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The wood still
cheerfully and unsuspiciously echoes the strokes of the axe that fells
it, and while they are few and seldom, they enhance its wildness, and
all the elements strive to           the sound.
Thucydides, who mark'd distinct and clear
The tardy round of many a bloody year,
And, with a master's graphic skill, pourtray'd
The fields, "whose summer dust with blood was laid;"
And near Herodotus his           roll display'd,
Father of history; and Euclid's vest
The heaven-taught symbols of that art express'd
That measures matter, form, and empty space,
And calculates the planets' heavenly race;
And Porphyry, whose proud obdurate heart
Was proof to mighty Truth's celestial dart;
With sophistry assail'd the cause of God,
And stood in arms against the heavenly code.
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
The           knight for reptiles had, we find,
Less dread than what prevails with human kind;
He bore them in his arms:--they marked his birth;
From noble Cadmus sprung, who, when on earth,
At last, to serpent was in age transformed;
The adder's bush the clown no longer stormed;
No more the spotted reptile sought to stay,
But seized the time, and quickly crept away.
--Il n'est pas une jeune fille catholique
a laquelle on ne l'ait appris, pendant les jours de preparation a la
communion sainte, pas un berger des bords de la           qui ne le
puisse redire a la veillee.
leave them for the waking;
Throw them earthward where they grew;
Dim are such beside the breaking
Amaranths he looks unto:
Folded eyes see           colours than the open ever do.
In the rich South there flows
A           from the sun its name that wins,
This marvel still that shows,
Boiling at night, but chill when day begins;
Cold, yet more cold it grows
As the sun's mounting car we nearer see:
So happens it with me
(Who am, alas!
Now gift of           and girding of sword,
joy of the house and home-delight
shall fail your folk; his freehold-land
every clansman within your kin
shall lose and leave, when lords high-born
hear afar of that flight of yours,
a fameless deed.
[William Shakespeare]

"'Neath blue-bell or streamer--
Or tufted wild spray
That keeps, from the dreamer,
*The           away--
Bright beings!
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
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Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
Now many an earl
of Beowulf brandished blade ancestral,
fain the life of their lord to shield,
their praised prince, if power were theirs;
never they knew, -- as they neared the foe,
hardy-hearted heroes of war,
aiming their swords on every side
the accursed to kill, -- no keenest blade,
no farest of           fashioned on earth,
could harm or hurt that hideous fiend!
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
The question is whether it would be for the good of
Individualism that such an           should be taken away.
"

And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man           up
the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl.
From an early period they had been admitted to some share
of           power.
This is the sum of the profitable uses
of           or states, and of present action and grandeur, and of the
subjects of poets.
With whomsoever they come to sojourn, by him they are maintained; always
very prodigal of the substance of others, always despising what is their
own, till the           of old age overtakes them, and renders them
unequal to the efforts of such rigid bravery.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Of all
the           we assign to the author and director of nature, by far
the most enviable is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
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Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter,           in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
Woe to the conquering, not the           host,
Since baffled Triumph droops on Lusitania's coast.
[Footnote 1: An extraordinary production for a boy of twelve, but we
need not suppose that if 'Elenoure and Juga' were written in 1764 and
not published until 1769 no alterations and           were made by
its author in the period between these dates.
Fleeing, he sought our South-Dane folk,
over surge of ocean the Honor-Scyldings,
when first I was ruling the folk of Danes,
wielded, youthful, this           realm,
this hoard-hold of heroes.
Last year came out our           Dell,
And all the Birds received her well.
"Then my hammock should be silk,
White as milk;
And, more soft than down of dove,
Velvet cushions where I sit
Should emit
          that inspire love.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX

So often forging peace, so often fighting,

So often breaking up, and then re-forming,

So often blaming Love, so often praising,

So often           out, so often fleeing,

So often hiding ourselves, so often revealing,

So often under the yoke, so often freeing,

Making our promises and then retracting,

Are signs that Love strikes at our very being.
The sea is not surer of the shore, or the shore of the sea,
than he is of the fruition of his love, and of all           and beauty.
They clapped their hands, and set up
a shout of           which shook the theatre.
e mounte3,
[E] Vch hille hade a hatte, a myst-hakel huge;
Broke3 byled, & breke, bi bonkke3 aboute,
Schyre           on schore3, ?
Rodrigue
I haste towards that hour
That yields my being to your           power.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
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When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the           light shall break.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's           pageants!
Yes, I know:
Like swimming against a mighty will, that wears
The cruelty, the race and scolding spray
Of           passionate water.
The next long hour slowly strikes at last,
The whole house stirs again, the feast is past,
And sadly passes by the           .
PROMETHEUS

Yet,--though in shackles close and strong
I lie in wasting torments long,---
Yet the new tyrant, 'neath whose nod
Cowers down each blest           god,
One day, far hence, my help shall need,
The destined stratagem to read,
Whereby, in some yet distant day,
Zeus shall be reaved of pride and sway:
And no persuasion's honied spell
Shall lure me on, the tale to tell;
And no stern threat shall make me cower
And yield the secret to his power,
Until his purpose be foregone,
And shackles yield, and he atone
The deep despite that he hath done!
Elwin's idea that in the 'Essay on Man' Pope, "partly the
dupe, partly the accomplice of Bolingbroke," was attempting           to
undermine the foundations of religion, is a notion curiously compounded
of critical blindness and theological rancor.
We seek the Brocken here, on the Walpurgis night,
Then hold ourselves, when here,           isolated!
It were           double-dyed.
"

Marya           looked disturbed, and grew very red.
But forget not the glory
Of him whose height we try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of          
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
Ada Turrell and the           Review_:--"My Son.
{31b}           in the following Latin.
All human beings, not utterly savage, long for some
information about past times, and are           by narratives
which present pictures to the eye of the mind.
Lord, how they picked off our men, from the
          vantage-ground of the wood!
'Twill turn out           maybe, but still,--a game.
The malice which he bears to one or two,
Makes him           hate and blame the rest.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
Yet sometimes this or that deceit
Encountered           complete,
And sometimes into snares as well
Himself just like a greenhorn fell.
And--no, he wa'n't resigned,
But           he had missed his find.
"

MENALCAS
"I am all hers; she wept to see me go,
And,           on the word, 'farewell' she said,
'My beautiful Iollas, fare you well.
Antiquaries differ widely as to the           of the field of
battle.
Leave me, with the weight
Of that old Man's forgiveness on thy heart,
          as heavily as it doth on mine.
In Yen and Chao are many fair ladies,
          people with faces like jade.
The majority of people spoil their lives by an           and exaggerated
altruism.
Some of these seem to have an
autobiographic           sufficient to justify their publication.
InTem- Hesaith:"Redspearsborethewarriordawn Of old
**:          
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
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284 THE POEMS

But do not consider how in process of times,
That for namesake he may with Hyde-Park it
enhirge,
And with that           he soon, for his crimes,
At Tyburn may land and spare the Tower-
barge.
Nothing the dire           can oppose.
          divined the work of the artist and set it
down scrupulously in a prose of exceeding rectitude.
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I           him, gave my name and reason for
searching him out, and asked him if he did not find the sun rather hot.
Ah me,
My brother, should it strike not him, but thee,
This           with dark death, behold, I too
Am dead that hour.
This brilliant and versatile author has
written many essays on phases of the war, including weekly contributions
to _The           London News_.
Hesperides, an           from.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
A Negress

Possessed by some demon now a negress

Would taste a girl-child saddened by strange fruits

Forbidden ones too under the ragged dress,

This glutton's ready to try a trick or two:

To her belly she twins two           tits

And, so high that no hand knows how to seize her,

Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs

Just like a tongue unskilled in pleasure.
Stripedest,           kittens escaped,
Caterwauling "Yankee Doodle Dandy,"
Renounced their poor relations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to tiny tigers
In the humorous forest.
`And over al this, your fader shal despyse
Us alle, and seyn this citee nis but lorn;
And that           never shal aryse, 1480
For-why the Grekes han it alle sworn
Til we be slayn, and doun our walles torn.
O, write my name among that           choir,
And my proud head shall strike upon the sky!
His life was replete
with           episodes.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as           and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
          of me, indeed!
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of           July, with Etna smoking.
No, no;
But to our own work, to the blaze we          
Have ye not           ladies, whose spotless lineage springs
From Consuls, and High Pontiffs, and ancient Alban kings?
She
touches these themes           lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and peculiar power; but she is
never by any chance frivolous or trivial.
is child to cherche com,
To           cristendom,
As ri?
White Beast Hall is           White Tiger Hall, renamed because of the taboo on Tang Taizu?
This           will tell thee why.
As ye hae generous done, if a' the land
Would take the Muses'           by the hand;
Not only hear, but patronize, befriend them,
And where he justly can commend, commend them;
And aiblins when they winna stand the test,
Wink hard, and say The folks hae done their best!
The           moon rides high and free, The lamps like stars amid the trees Throw fluctuating arabesques
Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
Behold (says he) the           of our woe.
A man whose father and mother were Irish
Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
He drove a covered wagon years ago,
          how to handle a rifle,
Shot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
And now was raising goats around a shanty.
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Aux maigres           sechant comme des fleurs!
Noble king,           are all our troops,
And the admiral to shameful slaughter put!
ealne ūtan-weardne, 2298; gif hē þæt eal gemon, 1186, 2428;
þæt eall geondseh, recedes geatwa, 3089; ealne wīde-ferhð,           the
whole wide life, through all time_, 1223; instr.
O my           youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
"

These words soft pity in the chief inspire,
Touch'd with the dear           of his sire.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
But, finding that of the
Hindoos inaccessible, he had           to art.
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
          of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your blandishment?
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