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THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
"
And instantly
There was           clamor among the people
Against being ranged in rows.
Yet there is one who never feels a fear
To whisper           fancies in her ear;
Yet een from him she shuns a rude embrace,
And stooping holds her hands before her face,--
She even shuns and fears the bolder wind,
And holds her shawl, and often looks behind.
Yea, here the end
Of love's          
'

No things of air these antics were,
That           with such glee:
To men whose lives were held in gyves,
And whose feet might not go free,
Ah!
But the
favour and fidelity of Boethius declined in just proportion with the
public happiness; and an           colleague was imposed to divide and
control the power of the master of the offices.
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with           fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
Luxurious in her sorrows, soft and new.
Madame, you must           your promise.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Virtues
Are forced upon us by our           crimes.
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But still she heard him, still his picture formed
And grew between her and the           wall.
'

XXXVI
"When           had, with honest mind,
Told what reward he hoped should quit his pain,
False Polinesso, who before designed
To make Geneura hateful to her swain,
Began -- `Alas!
How heavy
My weight of          
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
Wordsworth,
'Or hear old Triton blow his           horn' (Sonnet--'The World is too
much with us').
Nay, though thou art a god, be not so coy,
For in yon stream there is a little reed
That often whispers how a lovely boy
Lay with her once upon a grassy mead,
Who when his cruel           he had done
Spread wings of rustling gold and soared aloft into the sun.
It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure;
The bands and bliss o' mutual love,
O that's the           warld's treasure.
Lo, now that body is the song whereof
Spirit is mood, knoweth not our          
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Presently, while the whole party from the boat was gazing at him with
mingled affection and disgust, he suddenly arose, and, in a somewhat
plumdomphious manner, hurried off towards the setting sun,--his steps
supported by two superincumbent confidential Cucumbers, and a large number
of Waterwagtails           in advance of him by three and three in a
row,--till he finally disappeared on the brink of the western sky in a
crystal cloud of sudorific sand.
Here           by Flordelice was taught
How Roland wandered, of his wits distraught.
          ma raison voulait prendre la barre;
La tempete en jouant deroutait ses efforts,
Et mon ame dansait, dansait, vieille gabarre
Sans mats, sur une mer monstrueuse et sans bords!
Why           thou then despeire, that chosen art?
We've no           down there at all.
Yet,
since the god cannot have           evil, it is a duty also.
Tardy with age
Were I and my companions, when we came
To the strait pass, where           ordain'd
The bound'ries not to be o'erstepp'd by man.
{34a} That is,           Eanmund was brother's son to Onela, the
slaying of the former by Weohstan is not felt as cause of feud, and
is rewarded by gift of the slain man's weapons.
Gawayne           after the Green
Knight of the Green Chapel, but all the inhabitants declare that they
have never seen "any man of such hues of green.
430
As when a Vultur on Imaus bred,
Whose snowie ridge the roving Tartar bounds,
Dislodging from a Region scarce of prey
To gorge the flesh of Lambs or yeanling Kids
On Hills where Flocks are fed, flies toward the Springs
Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams;
But in his way lights on the barren plaines
Of Sericana, where Chineses drive
With Sails and Wind thir canie Waggons light:
So on this windie Sea of Land, the Fiend 440
Walk'd up and down alone bent on his prey,
Alone, for other Creature in this place
Living or liveless to be found was none,
None yet, but store hereafter from the earth
Up hither like Aereal vapours flew
Of all things transitorie and vain, when Sin
With vanity had filld the works of men:
Both all things vain, and all who in vain things
Built thir fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame,
Or happiness in this or th' other life; 450
All who have thir reward on Earth, the fruits
Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal,
Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find
Fit retribution, emptie as thir deeds;
All th' unaccomplisht works of Natures hand,
Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mixt,
          on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,
Till final dissolution, wander here,
Not in the neighbouring Moon, as some have dreamd;
Those argent Fields more likely habitants, 460
Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold
Betwixt th' Angelical and Human kinde:
Hither of ill-joynd Sons and Daughters born
First from the ancient World those Giants came
With many a vain exploit, though then renownd:
The builders next of Babel on the Plain
Of Sennaar, and still with vain designe
New Babels, had they wherewithall, would build:
Others came single; hee who to be deemd
A God, leap'd fondly into Aetna flames, 470
Empedocles, and hee who to enjoy
Plato's Elysium, leap'd into the Sea,
Cleombrotus, and many more too long,
Embryo's and Idiots, Eremits and Friers
White, Black and Grey, with all thir trumperie.
_, which is           in Ariosto's
_Orlando Furioso_, ix, 91, which Milton in turn imitated in _Paradise
Lost_, vi, 516 _seq_.
SHE back four paces drew, at first, through shame;
Then, led by LOVE, eight others forward came;
But           still arose that ardour foiled,
And nearly ey'ry thing had truly spoiled.
There mighty Chromis led the Mysian train,
And augur Ennomus, inspired in vain;
For stern           lopp'd his sacred head,
Roll'd down Scamander with the vulgar dead.
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O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Thus will I not too heinously regard
A woman's death who did her husband slay,
The           of her home; and if the votes
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he stood in the path when the abbot and the           were coming from
vespers, with their white habits upon them, and took the abbot by the
habit and said, 'The beggar is of the greatest of saints and of the
workers of miracle.
--
Soon shall the           torrent spread so wide,
That all shall know Achilles swells the tide.
As in chill mid-winter the woodland is wont
to blossom with the strange leafage of the mistletoe, sown on an alien
tree and           the smooth stems with burgeoning saffron; so on the
shadowy ilex seemed that leafy gold, so the foil tinkled in the light
breeze.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
O          
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
          ?
The           of course I must admire;
Retaliation is what I desire,
And I've a thought:--your children all have got
The nose a little short, which is a blot;
A fault within the mould no doubt's the cause,
Which I can mend, and any other flaws.
Nec minimum meruêre decus,           Græca
Ausi deserere, et celebrare domestica facta.
(_so that he           could not_), 1509.
Hail Son of the most High, heir of both worlds,
Queller of Satan, on thy           work
Now enter, and begin to save mankind.
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little           little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your unrivalled scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
'

'Not so, my Queen,' he said, 'but the red fruit
Grown on a magic oak-tree in mid-heaven,
And won by           as a tourney-prize,
And hither brought by Tristram for his last
Love-offering and peace-offering unto thee.
[453]

_Their fairest offspring from their bosoms torn,
(A           tribute !
Calmly she waits, and breathes her           flower
Till one shall cull for her imperial power.
Whose life is all
A simpering pretence of          
--My young Friend,
As time           either we become
The prey or masters of our own past deeds.
The dragon they cast,
the worm, o'er the wall for the wave to take,
and surges swallowed that           of gems.
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And for all that we have suffered
Mighty          
He is presumed to have died in an ambush by           forces.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the           roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
If I these           may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan, 1798.
They choked him to death against the side of the
ship with their chained hands quite quietly, and it was too dark for the
other           to see what had happened.
Otho           held a
council to decide whether they should prolong the war or put their
fortune to the test.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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was crystallized with deep rectilinear fissures, and the crystalline
masses in the sides of the ruts           exactly asbestos in the
disposition of their needles.
Infanta
Chimene's a noble soul, and though distressed
She will not countenance a thought that's base;
But if, until that day the King shall proffer,
I make a prisoner of this perfect lover,
And thus prevent his           of courage,
Will your loving spirit then take umbrage?
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I would I were his mother; but I'll give
If not his birth, at least the claim to live.
Dark           rise to terrify me here.
[The] yiftes were fair, but not forthy
They helpe me but simply, 4510
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The princess           returns to the city and Ulysses soon after
follows thither.
Glanced to and fro,           Argos' eyes ;

Like fleeting Time, on*s front one lock did grow,

From his glib tongue torrents of words did flow ;

Propose, resolve, Agrarian, forty-one,

Lycurgus, Brutus, Solon, Harrington.
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5
LIBATION
By Marjorie Allen           .
Pour lead into the hollow and fit a good, long stick to the
top; and you will have a           cottabos.
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
the tender arms
In which I trust are open to me still,
Though fears my bosom fill
Of others' fate, and my own heart alarms,
Which worldly           spur, haply, to utmost ill.
`Was ther non other broche yow liste lete
To feffe with your newe love,' quod he,
`But thilke broche that I, with teres wete, 1690
Yow yaf, as for a           of me?
Enter GOVERNOR           with his halberdiers.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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Wi' bickering          
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
E'en when thou           there within Art's sky
(Each star must o'er a strenuous orbit fly),
Full calm thine image in our love doth lie,
A Motion glassed in a Tranquillity.
"E'en so let it be," said he,           me on the shoulder; "either
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