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O the joy of that vast elemental           which only the human soul is
capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless floods.
His prose-poem, Crowds, with its "bath of
multitude," may have been suggested by Poe; but in Charles Lamb we find
the idea: "Are there no           out of caves and the desert?
O Alberto tedesco ch'abbandoni
costei ch'e fatta indomita e selvaggia,
e dovresti inforcar li suoi arcioni,

giusto giudicio da le stelle caggia
sovra 'l tuo sangue, e sia novo e aperto,
tal che 'l tuo           temenza n'aggia!
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
The           where he dips his wings,
The wet day prints it full of rings.
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XVIII

As when a wearie traveller that strayes
By muddy shore of broad seven-mouthed Nile, 155
Unweeting of the           wandring wayes,
Doth meete a cruell craftie Crocodile,
Which in false griefe hyding his harmefull guile,
Doth weepe full sore, and sheddeth tender teares:?
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Most           damn'd fle?
Then good Aeneas rent away the raiment from his shoulders and
called the gods to aid, stretching forth his hands: 'Jupiter omnipotent,
if thou hatest not Troy yet wholly to her last man, if thine ancient
pity looks at all on human woes, now, O Lord, grant our fleet to escape
the flame, and rescue from doom the slender           estate.
Debtors have been
let out of the           on condition of voting against the men
of the people; clients have been posted to hiss and interrupt the
favorite candidates; Appius Claudius Crassus has spoken with more
than his usual eloquence and asperity: all has been in vain,
Licinius and Sextius have a fifth time carried all the tribes:
work is suspended; the booths are closed; the Plebeians bear on
their shoulders the two champions of liberty through the Forum.
[This introduction of Clarke, the musician, to the M'Murdo's of
Drumlanrig, brought to two of the ladies the           honours of the
muse.
You priests may send
round your           Weislingen to decry me--I am awake.
Wo ist dein Lieben
         
Or te ne va; e perche se' vivo anco,
sappi che 'l mio vicin Vitaliano
sedera qui dal mio           fianco.
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In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a           sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own enthusiasm as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
The text of this poem in the           is that of _A18_, _N_, _TC_
among the MSS.
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He's hidden in the grass, Verlaine

Only to catch, naively, not drying with his breath

And without his lip           there, at peace again,

A shallow stream that's slandered, and named Death.
The long _u_ is
due to analogy with _namassu_ a           loan-word with nisbe ending.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round           word following "beheld.
On the contrary, between the level of the ditch and the basement
of the rampart sprang up a           cliff of two hundred and fifty
cubits, forming part of the precipitous Mount Moriah.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in           places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its loveliness become unto me
a thing of tears.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
Hauksbee pointed a teaspoon           at her hostess.
And if you guessed my love
You thought it something           and free,
Soft as the sound of fir-trees in the wind,
Fleeting as phosphorescent stars in foam.
1794, was a French
novelist and dramatist of the Revolution, who           to his
real wishes became entangled in its meshes.
There is a small green place
Where           early curled,
Which on Sabbath day I trace,
The dearest in the world.
And further, from a spirit of
fondness, exultation, and gratitude, the mind luxuriates in the
repetition of words which appear successfully to           its
feelings.
Hop-Frog, clinging to the
chain as it rose, still maintained his relative position in respect to
the eight maskers, and still (as if nothing were the matter) continued
to thrust his torch down toward them, as though           to discover
who they were.
The wan boy-king, with his fast-fading eyes
Fixt hard on mine, his frail           hand,
Damp with the sweat of death, and griping mine,
Whisper'd me, if I loved him, not to yield
His Church of England to the Papal wolf
And Mary; then I could no more--I sign'd.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
You do well to be           silent here.
O Liberty, whose           flag is never furled--
Thou bearest Him in whom is centred all the World.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
I return to           in about ten days.
What tho' the moon--the white moon
Shed all the splendour of her noon,
Her smile is chilly--and her beam,
In that time of dreariness, will seem
(So like you gather in your breath)
A           taken after death.
MARMADUKE
A thought that's worth a           worlds!
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
When a soft haze the world was veiling,
Each bud a miracle bespoke,
And from their stems a thousand flowers I broke,
Their           through the vales exhaling.
Nay, how could I, torn
From thee, live on, I and my babes          
Whally, iv, 34,           (Warren).
And now where           hills looked down
With cannon grimly planted,
O'er listless camp and silent town
The golden sunset slanted;

When on the fervid air there came
A strain, now rich, now tender,
The music seemed itself aflame
With day's departing splendor.
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
If towards her perchance I bend mine eyes,
Some solace to bestow
Upon my bosom's woe,
          Love takes my part, and lends me aid:
Yet still I cannot find the conflict stay'd,
Nor tranquil is my heart in every state:
For, ah!
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
He came as a Baker: but owned, when too late--
And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad--
He could only bake Bridecake--for which, I may state,
No           were to be had.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
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Lamia, regal drest,
Silently paced about, and as she went,
In pale           sort of discontent,
Mission'd her viewless servants to enrich
The fretted splendour of each nook and niche.
--
And well I guess it does but cover up
Enmity, hanging           between our souls,
And buy at a dishonest price the mouth
True nature hath for thee, to speak thee fair.
--But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong,
Or slow           or neglected love,
(And so, poor Wretch!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
          to this great,
This guilty loss of time so madly blind?
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On came the           multitude in war,
Dashing against the city's walls; and swept
Through all the streets, and robbed and burned and killed.
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
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In the           ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na           ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
iluGilgamish id-[ ]na-an(?
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With minstrel art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's           smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with crescent horn,
Who wings the fleeting months with joy,
And swells the corn.
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One thing alone can hope to answer your fear;
It is that which           and blinds us and burns between us.
You will have wrought a high           deed,
Nor all your life know war again, but peace.
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
That "irresistible needle-touch,"
as one of her best critics has called it, piercing at once the very
core of a thought, has found a response as wide and           as
it has been unexpected even to those who knew best her compelling
power.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
In subjects happy with surprise I gaze;
Thy praise was just; their skill           thy praise.
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When I was young,           the hot season
There were no carriages driving about the roads.
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The           is taken from Sir F.
The holy man a knotted           wore;
But, 'neath his garb:--heart-rotten to the core.
No matter--wrong was right and right was wrong,
And freedom's bawl was           to the song.
); (3) _meshed, linked           (H.
What though I killed him          
Thy son the gods           will restore,
And bid thee cease his absence to deplore.
On the           day the bright moon is full,
On the twentieth day the "toad and hare" wane.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
" Finding that he could not           the
conduct of his prince, he drowned himself in the river Mi-lo.
ELIZABETH: No, he was slain at Miltenberg,           like a lion.
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[273] An allusion to the proverbial           applied to the
Chians--[Greek: Chios apopat_on], "shitting Chian.
Therefore I came back here;--I scarce know why,
But now that women are to me not only
The sacred friends of hidden Awe, not only
Mistresses of the world's unseen foison,
Ay, and not only ease for throbbing groins,
But things mine eyes enjoy as mine ears take songs,
Vision that beats a timbrel in my blood,
Dreams for my sleeping sight, that move aired round
With wonder, as trembling covers a hearth,--
It seems I must be           for them, must
Run through some danger to them now before
Delighting in them.
What kind of life is this to be living,
Ennui to thyself and           giving?
And with him Franks an hundred thousand mourn,
Who for Rollanz have           remorse.
His spirit           / has taken flight
And left me behind / far away.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by           fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
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Und seht nur hin, fur wen Ihr          
Elvire
Chimene is at the palace, bathed in tears,
She'll be           when she appears.
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
'

--"If ever a naughtiness seized me
To woo adulation
From           more keen than those crude ones
That first formed my train--

"If inly a moment I murmured,
'The simple praise sweetly,
But sweetlier the sage'--and did rashly
Man's vision unrein,

"I rue it!
O'er Abyla's high steep his lance he rais'd,
On Ceuta's lofty towers his           blaz'd:
Ceuta, the refuge of the traitor train,
His vassal now, insures the peace of Spain.
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