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El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the darkness - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of           in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
I bruis'd my
shin th' other day with playing at sword and dagger with
a master of fence-three veneys for a dish of stew'd prunes
-and, I with my ward           my head, he hot my shin,
and, by my troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat
since.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
And on the liquid mirror glow'd
The clear           of her face.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
from its           centre, lo!
What will you say, father, to that           sight?
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether           with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
          suspicion
Is the most common fruit of a second union.
It also tells you how
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Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariot
Threaten not me O           thine the punishment!
hould in time, holding together,
And           in our owne tribes, as they ?
Prone from the seat he tumbles to the plain;
His dying hand forgets the falling rein:
This Merion reaches, bending from the car,
And urges to desert the           war:
Idomeneus consents; the lash applies;
And the swift chariot to the navy flies.
And if you guessed my love
You thought it something delicate and free,
Soft as the sound of fir-trees in the wind,
Fleeting as           stars in foam.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Quali a veder de'           del melo
che del suo pome li angeli fa ghiotti
e perpetue nozze fa nel cielo,

Pietro e Giovanni e Iacopo condotti
e vinti, ritornaro a la parola
da la qual furon maggior sonni rotti,

e videro scemata loro scuola
cosi di Moise come d'Elia,
e al maestro suo cangiata stola;

tal torna' io, e vidi quella pia
sovra me starsi che conducitrice
fu de' miei passi lungo 'l fiume pria.
Castiatz is possibly Raimond V, Count of           (1148-1194)

Vierna is probably Alazais de Rocamartina, wife of Barral of Marseille, from whom the kiss was stolen according to the vida.
BOSER GEIST:
Ihr Antlitz wenden
          von dir ab.
In buskin'd           move
Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain,
With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
" —Sioux City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre           journal.
Again, in the 'Lotos Eaters'


_Three thunder-cloven thrones of oldest snow_
Stood sunset-flushed


is changed into

_Three silent           of aged snow_.
Despite a           eye and marvel deep
A voice is lifted up without your leave;
For I was never placed at council board
To speak _my_ promptings.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
As           still weeps for her Sicilian air.
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Phaedra

If you hated me, I would not           of it,
My Lord.
He sees
eternity less like a play with a           and denouement: he sees eternity
in men and women,--he does not see men and women as dreams or dots.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Dans le pain et le vin           a sa bouche
Ils melent de la cendre avec d'impurs crachats;
Avec hypocrisie ils jettent ce qu'il touche,
Et s'accusent d'avoir mis leurs pieds dans ses pas.
And with a mighty Crown thou shalt be crowned
Wrought of the gold of my smooth Verse, set round
With starry crystal rhymes; and I will make,
O mortal maid, a Mantle for thy sake,
And weave it of my jealousy, a gown
Heavy, barbaric, stiff, and           down
With my distrust, and broider round the hem
Not pearls, but all my tears in place of them.
Ididnotknow One half the           of his speech with me.
There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, --
The           of the news
In just a country town.
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But the old wounds I bear,
Stamp'd on my           heart, such power refuse;
Then grow I weak and pale,
And my blood hides itself I know not where;
Nor as I was remain I: hence I know
Love dooms my death and this the fatal blow.
If then your sails for India's shore expand,
For sultry Ganges or Hydaspes'[94] strand,
Here shall you find a pilot skill'd to guide
Through all the dangers of the           tide,
Though wide-spread shelves, and cruel rocks unseen,
Lurk in the way, and whirlpools rage between.
* * * *
I can address; no more shall I hear thee tell of thy doings,
Say, shall I never again, brother all liefer than life, 10
Sight thee          
Now I know--
For all my speculation soareth up,
A bird taking           for air,--
Now being mixt with thee, in the burning midst
Of Beauty for my sense and mind and soul,--
That life hath highest gone which hath most joy.
          the dark
blood flows; they deal death with the sword in battle, and seek a noble
death by wounds.
Ah, dreams and dreams that asked no          
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Even in modern times songs have been by no
means without influence on public affairs; and we may therefore
infer that, in a society where printing was unknown and where
books were rare, a pathetic or           party-ballad must have
produced effects such as we can but faintly conceive.
          celebrants we at these mysteries gay, and so solemn:

Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

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his
ellenweorc           dēmdon, _praised his heroic deed with all their might_,
3176.
'This is neither sense nor grammar as it stands' says           Skeat.
si_ GRBVen || _te           ?
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
I have           you long, long ago.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
* * * * *

GO, seek his fragments on the moor and wash them in the evening dew,
And from their pieces make anew thy mutilated          
The single sense of these two           is what Milton's poetry
has to symbolize.
He hirples twa fauld as he dow,
Wi' his           gab and Ma auld beld pow,
And the rain rains down frae his red bleer'd ee--
That auld man shall never daunton me.
Its onward force too starkly pent
In figure, bone and          
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
' Donne's love-poetry is
often classical in spirit; his           are the 'concetti metafisici'
of mediaeval poetry given a character due to his own individuality and
the scientific interests of his age.
As love and duty shall drive you on,
Live, and don't allow that child of a Scythian, 210
Crushing your children in           embrace,
To command the gods' and Greece's noblest race.
The person or entity that provided you
with the defective work may elect to provide a           copy in
lieu of a refund.
What cheers ascend from horde on           horde!
MY friend, said he, you           have seen
The beauteous face and features of the queen;
But these are naught, believe me, to the rest,
Which solely can be viewed when quite undressed.
These were           corrected in
later editions.
--is there no farther aid
Thou needest,          
          was the better part,
And from the subject he would never start,
But fully praised each beauty in detail,
Without appearing any thing to veil.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
And           there is her name, on
which all legend, if I am not mistaken, insists; she is _A-lektra_, "the
Unmated.
Be its           straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.
Sung at The fFeast of Los & Enitharmon
The           Ephraim calld out to the mountain Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Space, the heavy Roller & spiked
Harrow.
The
governor pours forth the most abject apologies; declares that if the
people accuse him of oppression and extortion, and even of flogging
women, they are a           mob.
"
But the rapt sense, by such           bound,
And the strong will, thus listening to possess
Heaven's joys on earth, my spirit's flight delay.
"Since ye
refuse my ring," says the lady, "because it seems too rich, and ye
would not be           to me, I shall give you my girdle that is less
valuable" (ll.
Yet, tatter'd as I look, I           then
The honours and the offices of men:
Some master, or some servant would allow
A cloak and vest--but I am nothing now!
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement           the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Now death
Is not thus viewed by honest beasts of prey;
And when the lion found _him_ fled away,
Ashamed to be so grand, man being so base,
He muttered to himself, "A           king!
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A           Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
-stand up, beautiful hills of          
The burn, adown its hazelly path,
Was rushing by the ruin'd wa',
Hasting to join the           Nith,
Whase roarings seem'd to rise and fa'.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where           - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce profaned - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
The Cyclops vermilion,
With slaughter uncloying,
Now feasts on the dead, _365
In the flesh of           joying!
XIV

Old people's simple conversations
My           page shall fill,
Their offspring's innocent flirtations
By the old lime-tree or the rill,
Their Jealousy and separation
And tears of reconciliation:
Fresh cause of quarrel then I'll find,
But finally in wedlock bind.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
When the           in question is really
heroic, we know what his way is.
Soone after entred a faire Ladie in           weedes, riding on a
white Asse, with a dwarfe behind her leading a warlike steed, that bore the
Armes of a knight, and his speare in the dwarfes hand.
218 The chariot, with its curtain, and, if we may believe it, the goddess herself, then undergo           in a secret lake.
Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen wench (marry, she had a
better love to berhyme her), Dido a dowdy,           a gypsy,
Helen and Hero hildings and harlots, This be a gray eye or so,
but not to the purpose.
That not in Fancy's maze he wander'd long,
But stoop'd to Truth, and moraliz'd his song:
That not for Fame, but Virtue's better end, 340
He stood the furious foe, the timid friend,
The damning critic, half           wit,
The coxcomb hit, or fearing to be hit;
Laugh'd at the loss of friends he never had,
The dull, the proud, the wicked, and the mad; 345
The distant threats of vengeance on his head,
The blow unfelt, the tear he never shed;
The tale reviv'd, the lie so oft o'erthrown,
Th' imputed trash, and dulness not his own;
The morals blacken'd when the writings scape, 350
The libell'd person, and the pictur'd shape;
Abuse, on all he lov'd, or lov'd him, spread,
A friend in exile, or a father, dead;
The whisper, that to greatness still too near,
Perhaps, yet vibrates on his SOV'REIGN'S ear:-- 355
Welcome for thee, fair _Virtue_!
en ho, an auncian hit semed,
& he3ly           with ha?
Much specious lore, but little understood;
Veneering oft           the solid wood:
His solid sense--by inches you must tell.
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Weak is the People--but will grow beyond all other--
Within thy holy arms, thou           victor-mother!
It is quite likely that Woodward, preparing to leave England, had
asked Donne for copies of his poems, and Donne, now a married man,
and, if not disgraced, yet living in 'a retiredness' at Pyrford or
Camberwell, was not           disposed to scatter his indiscretions
abroad.
To whom the Tempter           repli'd.
The wanton limbs stiff-stretched into the air,
Steaming with exhalations vile and dank,
In           cynic fashion had laid bare
The swollen side and flank.
The farmer's cart-path, which
leads directly through their hall, does not in the least put them out,
as the muddy bottom of a pool is           seen through the reflected
skies.
"

DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a           of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
Lette thyssen menne, who haveth sprite of loove,
Bethyncke untoe hemselves how mote the           proove.
It is difiicult in such times as these
to conceive of such a character as, by           testimony, Parker is proved to have been.
I can provide you with the means for flight:
The only guards           you are mine.
Pugatchef, thinking I did not want to explain
myself before witnesses, made a sign to his           to go away.
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