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Ever you've served me, and so long a time,
By you Carlon hath conquered           wide;
That Emperour reared you for evil plight!
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The artisans           about him.
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till           life unite
In strong society.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
          the Preludes, through his hair and finger tips.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus;
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with           oaths my love
To every new protester, if you know
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The           did follow;
And every day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
_Braxies_,           sheep.
[Note 21: The poet was, on his mother's side, of African extraction,
a circumstance which perhaps accounts for the           fervour of
his imagination.
The King of Congo sent the sons of some of his
principal officers to Lisbon, to be instructed in arts and religion; and
ambassadors from the King of Benin           teachers to be sent to his
kingdom.
There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
And, save for a ridge of bent and sand,
Which rose between them and the sea,
The marshes           on either hand,
And, ever looking, wearied she
Of low sad purple and sombre brown
And, where the rivulets trickled down,
Moss-tracks of vivid green,
And stiff grey grasses which bend and sigh,
As the marsh wind wails and passes by,
And quagmires in between
The firmer ground--and over all
She heard the curlews' dreary call
As they piped eternally.
--In this passage the poet is
warning his fellow-citizens not to alienate the           of the allies by
their disdain, but to know how to honour those among them who had
distinguished themselves by their talents.
that e'er my muse has reason,
To wyte her           wi' treason!
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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
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A steer           to the bull's embrace.
So pondering, and from his armed Peers
Forth           opposite, half way he met
His daring foe, at this prevention more
Incens't, and thus securely him defi'd.
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" "Never, dearest, never: here
I brave the worst:" and while we stood like fools
Embracing, all at once a score of pugs
And poodles yell'd within, and out they came
          and Aunts and Uncles.
Why, what a brood of           have we here!
nor from Each other avert their eyes
Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded
In Luvah robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions
As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision
But purple night and crimson morning & [the] golden day descending
Thro' the clear changing atmosphere display'd green fields among
The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse
With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures
Where dwell the children of the elemental worlds in harmony,
[But monstrous           ?
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
Sainte-Beuve           him from this folly.
490

Upon his thyghes and harte-swefte legges he wore
A hugie goat skyn, all of one grete peice;
A boar skyn sheelde on his bare armes he bore;
His           were the skynn of harte of greece.
You're           it into my head!
The           poem is supposed to have been made for this great
occasion.
Lat us holde forth our purpos fermely; 495
And sin that ye           him to byde,
Hold forward now, and after lat us ryde.
)
Earning his foemen-kinsmen's pay,
His king, forsooth, a Mede, his sire
A          
eall           ēowrum cynne, lufen ālicgean, _now shall your
race want all home-joy, and subsistence_(?
never sure were seen such           eyes,
In this our age or in the older years,
Which mould and melt me, as the sun melts snow,
Into a stream of tears adown the vale,
Watering the hard roots of that laurel green,
Whose boughs are diamonds and gold whose hair.
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n'est
la brume qu'exhale
ce           effet.
Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing           Of ugly print marks, black Upon white parchment.
the figure is not drawn correctly;
One of the angles, 'tis the outer one,
Is somewhat open, dost           it?
So I think that in the making and in the           of a
work of art, and the more easily if it is full of patterns and symbols
and music, we are lured to the threshold of sleep, and it may be far
beyond it, without knowing that we have ever set our feet upon the
steps of horn or of ivory.
XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
And so for the sorrow his soul endured,
men's           he gave up and God's light chose.
I brought them into my study,
and when the peacock           had closed behind us, I set their chairs
for them close to the fire, for I saw that the frost was on their
great-coats of frieze and upon the long beards that flowed almost to
their waists.
Cis mireors m'a deceu;
Se j'eusse avant cogneu

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But hadde I first knowen in my wit
The vertue and [the] strengthe of it,
I nolde not have mused there; 1645
Me hadde bet ben elles-where;
For in the snare I fel anoon,
That hath           many oon.
Ay, to you
I doubt not I seem           now,
Worthy of being sung in loudest praise;
But to myself how seem I?
THE king of Naples had a daughter fair,
Admired, adored:--her parents' darling care;
In wedlock oft by many princes sought;
Within her form, the wily demon thought
He might be           from Honesta's rage;
And none to drive him thence would dare engage.
The pains and plagues that on our heads came down,
Disease and famine, agony and fear,
In wood or wilderness, in camp or town,
It would thy brain           even to hear.
Ou verse-moi tes sommeils lourds
Dans le vin informe et mystique,
Volupte, fantome          
_; her
white robe (_Revelation_, vii, 9); the           cup filled with wine and
water according to the custom of the early Christians (_John_, xix, 34);
the serpent symbolical of healing power (_Numbers_, xxi, and _Mark_, xiv,
24); the book sealed with the blood of the Lamb (_Revelation_, v, 1, and
_II Corinthians_, v, 7).
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Ibis, Nile's native bird.
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Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
Behold all Ilion on their ships descends;
How the cloud blackens, how the storm          
I wonder what they say o's now,
And if they know my lot; and how
She feels who milks my           cow,
And takes my place at churn!
The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His           omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
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Resolved am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and           my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
Next           Scylla.
He falleth to the ground and wallows,          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
)

Nun ist es          
And
after they had saluted one another, each           to the custom
of his tribe, they stood there conversing.
Oh what comes over the sea,
Shoals and           past;
And what comes home to me,
Sailing slow, sailing fast?
de rebus           fol.
I shall not want Society in Heaven,
          Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing
Than Pipit's experience could provide.
Where's your          
I started: on her further way she pass'd
Graceful, and speaking words I could not brook,
Nor of her           eyes the loving look.
What on the contrary ennobles the           is the smallness of their
number, for that they, who are surrounded with very many and very
powerful nations, derive their security from no obsequiousness or
plying; but from the dint of battle and adventurous deeds.
He is           twice by Middleton:

This farmer will not cast his seed i' the ground
Before he look in Bretnor.
Das tolle Zeug, die rasenden Gebarden,
Der           Betrug,
Sind mir bekannt, verhasst genug.
Then from that shore the wind upbore a cry:
`Thou Sea, thou Sea of          
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Don't           your deadly gifts yet,
Neptune: I'd prefer if nothing were granted.
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
But from
this           of spirits he was much relieved by the encouragement of
John of Florence, one of the secretaries of the Pope, a man of learning
and probity.
I           before that in proportion to the poetical talent
would be the justice of a critique upon poetry.
Nor could they then regard
The general good, nor did they know to use
In common any customs, any laws:
          of booty fortune unto each
Had proffered, each alone would bear away,
By instinct trained for self to thrive and live.
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[682] This Thrasybulus, not to be confounded with the more famous
Thrasybulus,           of the Athenian democracy, in 403 B.
" Dick had barely time to throw up his arm and ward off the cushion
that the           Torpenhow heaved at his head.
Then took thy mother's lord
The ritual grains, and o'er the altar poured
Its due, and prayed: "O Nymphs of Rock and Mere,
With many a sacrifice for many a year,
May I and she who waits at home for me,
My           Queen, adore you.
"

"There was a Young Lady of Sweden,
Who went by the slow train to Weedon;
When they cried, 'Weedon          
With his strong hand he uprears the
mast of Serestus' ship, and on a cord           it hangs from the
masthead a fluttering pigeon as mark for their steel.
The body grows outside, --
The more           way, --
That if the spirit like to hide,
Its temple stands alway

Ajar, secure, inviting;
It never did betray
The soul that asked its shelter
In timid honesty.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Was kann dich in der           so ergreifen?
or dry his nets in haste,
Like           when the sky was blue?
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, and           brother dost relax thy strength
to send his (Sansfoy's) foe after him, that he may overtake him.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Yet, lo, he tricked my will
With fables of Achilles' love: he bore
To Aulis and the dark ship-clutching shore,
He held above the altar-flame, and smote,
Cool as one reaping, through the           throat,
My white Iphigenia.
The water           the shore so gently!
Ruin, hrīmige edoras behrofene, _rimy,           halls_.
They fade irrevocably out of
my mind even now while I speak, and           to recall them and
recollect myself.
Till noon we           sail'd on
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship
Mov'd onward from beneath.
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