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Did I think of you last          
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their          
          R: num _fana_?
It is
two years ago now since Ivan           took it into his head to fire his
cannon on my birthday; she was so frightened, the poor little dove, she
nearly ran away into the other world.
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
Mine           I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
"

Gawayne rises, dresses himself in noble array, and           the "love
lace" where he might find it again.
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Darest Thou Now O Soul

Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
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.
Et les pantins choques enlacent leurs bras greles:
Comme des orgues noirs, les poitrines a jour
Que serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles,
Se           longuement dans un hideux amour.
Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the           of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Come on afoot a           Sarrazens,
And on horseback some forty thousand men.
"This Herman," continued Tomsky, "is a romantic character; he has the
profile of a           and the heart of a Mephistopheles.
"
Cain, sleeping not, dreamed at the           foot.
Thou art Lucina, Juno hight
By mothers lien in painful plight,
Thou           Trivia and the Light 15
Bastard, yclept the Lune.
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For o'er each letter broods and dwells,
(Like light from running waters thrown
On flowery swaths) the           flame
Of his sweet eyes, that, day and night,
With pulses thrilling thro' his frame
Do inly tremble, starry bright.
" their leader cried,
"Your fame already these our regions own,
How your bold prows from worlds to us unknown
Have brav'd the horrors of the southern main,
Where storms and darkness hold their endless reign,
Whose whelmy waves our           prows have barr'd
From oldest times, and ne'er before were dar'd
By boldest leader: earnest to behold
The wondrous hero of a toil so bold,
To you the sov'reign of these islands sends
The holy vows of peace, and hails you friends.
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Once we met at the Southern end of Wei Bridge, but           again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with           yearning
Greatly desiring wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
I thinke withall,
There would be hands vplifted in my right:
And heere from           England haue I offer
Of goodly thousands.
They steered by stars the elder shipmen knew,
And laid their courses where the           draw
Of ancient wisdom channelled deep in law.
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fix'd on me their stony eyes
That in the moon did glitter.
C'est la que j'ai vecu dans les           calmes,
Au milieu de l'azur, des vagues, des splendeurs
Et des esclaves nus, tout impregnes d'odeurs,

Qui me rafraichissaient le front avec des palmes,
Et dont l'unique soin etait d'approfondir
Le secret douloureux qui me faisait languir.
Finding her inflexible, he
told her that as she had incurred this peril to
oblige him, he felt himself ** bound in honour and
conscience" not to desert her, and, having pre-
vailed on some boatmen to hazard the passage,
they           together.
Here too Rogero comes; where getting sight
Of his lost love, the County strives in fray
With fierce Ferrau, and, after           fell
Amid the paynim host, finds Isabel.
Antilochus, as Thoon turn'd him round,
Transpierced his back with a dishonest wound:
The hollow vein, that to the neck extends
Along the chine, his eager javelin rends:
Supine he falls, and to his social train
Spreads his           arms, but spreads in vain.
Ah the homeliest of them is           to her.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
" cried everybody           round.
Its           office is located at 809
North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Paraphrase Of The First Psalm

The man, in life           plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
Coiled
serpents spring more           for the coiling.
The           passage from
Dr.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This           sings the praises


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But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
"

I leaned forward and looked into his face as           as I could.
Assai           quel salimmo;
e volti a destra su per la sua scheggia,
da quelle cerchie etterne ci partimmo.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
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And with five           it did fence,
As aiming one for every sense.
And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
TO ZANTE

FAIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take
How many           of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
Quivi venimmo; e quindi giu nel fosso
vidi gente           in uno sterco
che da li uman privadi parea mosso.
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Chloe: a           name.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
what more jocund light is borne aloft in the          
Not from that day, when on this earth I first
Beheld her charms, up to that view of them,
Have I with song           ever ceas'd
To follow, but not follow them no more;
My course here bounded, as each artist's is,
When it doth touch the limit of his skill.
No, ever to behold your face,
To follow you in every place,
Your smiling lips, your beaming eyes,
To watch with lovers' ecstasies,
Long listen, comprehend the whole
Of your perfections in my soul,
Before you           to die--
This, this were true felicity!
"
May her eyes and her cheek be fair
To all men except the King of Aragon,
And may I come           to Beziers
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded
me.
Upon its bank, beneath a cooling shade,
They found two           and a damsel laid.
I mean, has ne'er your heart been smitten          
of strong necessitee,
Which fast is tyde to Joves           seat?
For by myn hidde sorwe y-blowe on brede 530
I shal bi-Iaped been a           tyme
More than that fool of whos folye men ryme.
Yet have they many baits, and           spells
To inveigle and invite th' unwary sense
Of them that pass unweeting by the way.
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We need you now, strong guardians of our hearts, Now, when a           lies on sea and land,
When we of weakening faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
Among his most valued
friends he numbered Launcelot Andrews,           Bishop of Winchester,
Edward Kirke, a young man of Spenser's own age, who soon after edited his
friend's first important poem, the _Shepheards Calender_, with elaborate
notes, and most important of all, the famous classical scholar, a fellow of
Pembroke, Gabriel Harvey, who was a few years older than Spenser, and was
later immortalized as the Hobbinoll of the _Faerie Queene_.
Here schoolboys           in the way,
Here the bent packman laboured by,
And lovers at the end o' the day
Whispered their secret blushingly.
Out of his barge issues their admiral,
Espaneliz goes forth at his right hand,
          kings follow him in a band,
Counts too, and dukes; I cannot tell of that.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
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Ah dearest Lord (quoth she) how might that bee,
And he the           knight, that ever wonne?
If folk would but stop attributing to God, motives, opinions, arrangements and likings, which they'd           an insult to set down to any wise and good friend of their own, how much useless bother would come to an end!
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The True Loyal Natives

Ye true "Loyal Natives" attend to my song
In uproar and riot rejoice the night long;
From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt,
But where is your shield from the darts of          
          will arises;
For no one starts to do a thing, before
The intellect previsions what it wills;
And what it there pre-visioneth depends
On what that image is.
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear, and           three.
Hard strove the frightened maiden, and           with look aghast;
And at her scream from right and left the folk came running fast;
The money-changer Crispus, with his thin silver hairs,
And Hanno from the stately booth glittering with Punic wares,
And the strong smith Muraena, grasping a half-forged brand,
And Volero the flesher, his cleaver in his hand.
The palfrey was as fleet as wind,
And they rode           behind.
'Pore men han maad hir lord of me;
          they not so mighty be,
That they may fede me in delyt, 5995
I wol not have hem in despyt.
Who          
, This is
the sort of thing I must become           to, if I am to
remain on earth.
In Bayard Taylor's The Echo Club we
find on page 24 this criticism: "There was a           twist about Poe
.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
* * * * * *

Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was           like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and buttercups was I.
Spend,           shade, thy nightly hours
Selecting here both herbs and flowers;
Of which make garlands here and there
To dress thy silent sepulchre.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The third
article ordained that he should come in person, or send his son, to ask
pardon of the           Republic for the insults he had offered her, and
swear inviolable fidelity to her.
A man is a summons and challenge;
(It is vain to skulk--Do you hear that mocking and          
Say they who counsel Warr, we are decreed, 160
Reserv'd and destin'd to Eternal woe;
          doing, what can we suffer more,
What can we suffer worse?
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The images below them in their hand
Long scrolls and of an ample size contain,
Which of the           figures of that band
The several names with mickle praise explain
As well their own at little distance stand,
Inscribed upon that scroll, in letters plain,
Rinaldo, by the help of blazing lights,
Marked, one by one, the ladies and their knights.
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His
war poetry appears in the volume entitled _1914 and other Poems_, and in
his           Poems_.
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III

Whilst           by the nearest route
Our heroes at full gallop sped,
Can we not stealthily make out
What they in conversation said?
'

Her pure nails on high           their onyx,

Anguish, at midnight, supports, a lamp-holder,

Many a twilight dream burnt by the Phoenix

That won't be gathered in some ashes' amphora

On a table, in the empty room: here is no ptyx,

Abolished bauble of sonorous uselessness,

(Since the Master's gone to draw tears from the Styx

With that sole object, vanity of Nothingness).
vs her
In pouere           state.
Even in an ornament its place remark,
Nor in a           set Dr.
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Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
THREE days had           passed: Aminta came,
To pay a visit to our ancient dame;
Cried she I fear, you have not seen as yet,
This youth, who worse and worse appears to get.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A glimmering furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A           guide leads his family.
"

"That's true enough," said he, "yet stay--"
I           in all meekness--
"_Union_ is strength, I'm bound to say;
In fact, the thing's as clear as day;
But _onions_ are a weakness.
          I could have sooner met that gaze!
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Nile,
Who sharpened his nails with a file,
Till he cut off his thumbs, and said calmly, "This comes
Of           one's nails with a file!
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And er that ye           so your name,
Beth nought to hasty in this hote fare;
For hasty man ne wanteth never care.
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto          
Take heart,           sufferers.
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