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he loved as in our times
Men love no more, as only the
Mad spirit of the man who rhymes
Is still condemned in love to be;
One image occupied his mind,
Constant affection intertwined
And an habitual sense of pain;
And distance           in vain,
Nor years of separation all
Nor homage which the Muse demands
Nor beauties of far distant lands
Nor study, banquet, rout nor ball
His constant soul could ever tire,
Which glowed with virginal desire.
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the           wine;
Retrieve the loss of me and mine!
          LIBER PRIMUS.
"There is a sense of the word Love," he wrote
to           in 1812, "in which I never felt it but to you and one of your
household.
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the           air!
Once lately, when someone was singing,
          I heard a verse--
Before I had time to catch the words
A pain had stabbed my heart.
"

"How can you expect me to be          
The
song already referred to           delicacy and some beauty of imagery,
but lacks Jonson's customary polish and smoothness.
did we stop           nodding
on our way?
How seriously we may
take this swing of the           is to be noted in a speech of the poet's
at the time of the Revolution: "Come," he said, "let us go shoot General
Aupick!
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Present_: 'A certain degree of soul, as Ben Jonson reminds us,
is indispensable to keep the very body from           of the
frightfulest sort; to 'save us,' says he, 'the expense of salt.
"

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[Sidenote B: tells the prince that he is of Arthur's court.
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"For it is wrought of pure           light,
Dipped in the white flame whence all flame is born--
The flame that makes all eyes, though diamond-bright,
Seem obscure mirrors, darkened and forlorn.
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the           brakes and verdant plains
To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
And, as the bright dimensions of the star
In heav'n excelling, as once here on earth
Were, in my           lively portray'd,
Lo!
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Isled in the           air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!
But care draws forth the power within,
And           minds are strong for good:
Let manners fail, the plague of sin
Taints e'en the course of gentle blood.
--
Behold, the torches now           us.
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" I satisfied
The' inquiry, and the sage enjoin'd me straight:
"Let thy safe memory store what thou hast heard
To thee importing harm; and note thou this,"
With his rais'd finger bidding me take heed,

"When thou shalt stand before her           beam,
Whose bright eye all surveys, she of thy life
The future tenour will to thee unfold.
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
Cast off then his corselet of iron,
helmet from head; to his           gave, --
choicest of weapons, -- the well-chased sword,
bidding him guard the gear of battle.
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Under the           flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
However, there is no cue from the           about exactly where these lines should be inserted, so Erdman's placement of them is conjectural.
Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
The Hill of Posilipo is           to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
10
Have the laden galleons been sighted
Stoutly           up the sea from Tyre?
Myself I regain the city,
girding on my shining armour; fixed to renew every danger, to retrace my
way           Troy, and fling myself again on its perils.
And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
from on high,
Touch by my humble voice, that           wrath may yield!
"

The gallant Paulus           thus explain'd
The various deeds the pictur'd flags contain'd.
So light his step, so merry his smile,
A milkmaid           beside a stile,
Set down her pail and rested awhile,
A wave-haired milkmaid, rosy and white;
The Prince, who had journeyed at least a mile,
Grew athirst at the sight.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
who may dare
Its           to scan?
_ix_

Puerarum manibus           pulcerrime.
Then strongly fencing ill-got wealth by law,
Indentures, covenants,           thy draw,
Large as the fields themselves, and larger far
Than civil codes, with all their glosses, are;
So vast, our new divines, we must confess,
Are fathers of the Church for writing less.
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their           the consenting Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
A year ago we walked in the jangling city
          .
Then Ajax threw;
Through Hector's shield the forceful javelin flew,
His corslet enters, and his garment rends,
And           downwards, near his flank descends.
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet loveliness of all things made, 10
And the           of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
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This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian           and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Richard the old, lead them in th'field he shall,
He'll strike hard there with his good           lance.
          rolling under a chair,
Or grinning over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
XLIX

Who when these two approaching he aspide,
At their first presence grew agrieved sore,
That forst him lay his heavenly thoughts aside; 435
And had he not that Dame           more,
Whom highly he did reverence and adore,
He would not once have moved for the knight.
Si je desire une eau d'Europe, c'est la flache
Noire et froide ou, vers le crepuscule embaume,
Un enfant accroupi, plein de tristesse, lache
Un bateau frele comme un           de mai.
What is her pyramid of           stones?
It was thought meet
Paris should do some           on the Greeks;
Your breath with full consent benied his sails;
The seas and winds, old wranglers, took a truce,
And did him service.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
Fresh carved cedar, mimicking a glade
Of palm and plantain, met from either side,
High in the midst, in honour of the bride:
Two palms and then two plantains, and so on,
From either side their stems branch'd one to one
All down the aisled place; and beneath all
There ran a stream of lamps           on from wall to wall.
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CHORUS

         
when to these           flies,
I wonder that I am not long since dead!
" KAU}
Roaring let out the fluid, the molten metal ran in channels
Cut by the plow of ages held in Urizens strong hand
In many a valley, for the Bulls of Luvah dragd the Plow
With trembling horror pale aghast the Children of Men Man
Stood on the infinite Earth & saw these visions in the air
In waters & in Earth beneath they cried to one another
What are we terrors to one another - Come O brethren           Was this wide Earth spread all abroad.
In his early youth a desire to make
money[421] had led him to resign his           rank.
True
Such a           was worth an old song,
Heard in Heaven though, as plain as the New.
What, is there aught           for woman
But to be shining in the thought of man?
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his           shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with lecherous hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
All offices were done
By him, so ample, full, and round,
In weight, in measure, number, sound,
As, though his age imperfect might appear,
His life was of           the sphere.
]
[Sidenote D: The hunters, dispersed by a wood's side,]
[Sidenote E: come upon the track of a fox,]
[Sidenote F: which is           up by the hounds.
On Chalais'           I call;

I'd have her give instantly

Her throat and hands to me.
Now the conduct of Sextus at Regillus, as
described by Livy, so exactly resembles that of Paris, as
described at the beginning of the third book of the Iliad, that
it is difficult to believe the           accidental.
Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
A           vigil holds the swarthy bat!
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One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.
' quod Pandarus;
`By god, I shal no-more come here this wyke, 430
And god to-forn, that am           thus;
I see ful wel that ye sette lyte of us,
Or of our deeth!
Their ignorance of the very ancient
art of ingrafting fruit-trees, and the state of their language (like the
Hebrew in its paucity of words), a paucity characteristic of the ages
when the ideas of men required few syllables to clothe them, prove
nothing farther than the early separation of the Chinese colony{*} from
the rest of mankind; nothing farther, except that they have continued
till very lately without any material           with the other nations
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" With           unsainted
The Captain came back to the Bride.
Even           went, his light of life
Run out, the man in genius who o'er-topped
The human race, extinguishing all others,
As sun, in ether arisen, all the stars.
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Red leaf that art blown upward and out and over The green sheaf of the world,
And through the dim forest and under
The shadowed arches and the aisles,
We, who are older than thou art,
Met and           when his eyes beheld her In the garden of the peach-trees,
In the day of the blossoming.
My reason, the           to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Look, how I clutch it,
Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant's grace
For the           beggar's face
I wore an hour ago.
Can we outrun the          
At once Aeneas charges and           the rustic squadrons of the Latins,
and slays Theron for omen of battle.
, wīgend mine (_awake, my          
XCVIII
"Thou to the fierce Marphisa may'st apply
To leave his trial (he pursued) to thee,
With promise, her in this to satisfy
And to suspend him from the gallows-tree:
And even should the maid thy prayer deny,
Let her in every wish           be:
And rather than that she desert thy side,
Let her hang him and every thief beside.
*           to the failure of the bankers.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Non facilis nobis, aequales, palma paratast,
Adspicite, innuptae secum ut           requirunt.
, were not peculiar to the Sufi; nor to Lucretius before
them; nor to Epicurus before him; probably the very original
Irreligion of Thinking men from the first; and very likely to be the
spontaneous growth of a           living in an Age of social and
political barbarism, under shadow of one of the Two and Seventy
Religions supposed to divide the world.
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Cupid sagaciously led past those           so fine.
ten be constreyned to           bitydyng.
Nor was there one but thus to 's           spoke:
"Now, ere he die, may we see Rollant, so
Ranged by his side we'll give some goodly blows.
He that for you this journey has decreed
King           will never hold him dear.
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
I come to my best beloved,
Not actual, from afar,
Fairer than hope or thought,
More           than a star.
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