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THE           GRAVE.
The wine only served to           his
imagination.
All vanished in a single word, 35
A breath, a sound, and           heard.
but let not pride nor ire
'Gainst my           the lovely pass
By which I enter'd bar.
My           shall wander in the Great Void (_bis_).
We must           him.
From one of
these they           seven vessels in full sail bearing to the fleet.
XI
Rodomont stands before the portal, bright
With steel, his head and bust secured in mail,
Like to a serpent, issued into light,
Having cast off his slough, diseased and stale:
Who more than ever joying in his might,
Renewed in youth, and proud of           scale,
Darts his three tongues, fire flashing from his eyes;
While every frighted beast before him flies.
Only let Aeneas himself come hither, if desire of us
be so strong, if he be in haste to join our           and be called our
ally.
nor blame severe his choice,
Warbling the Grecian woes with heart and voice;
For novel lays attract our ravish'd ears;
But old, the mind with           hears:
Patient permit the sadly pleasing strain;
Familiar now with grief, your tears refrain,
And in the public woe forget your own;
You weep not for a perish'd lord alone.
          in
the flower of youth and famed for beauty, Nisus for pure love of the
boy.
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Les
voyageurs n'ont pas a rendre leur           de sitot!
Then came distress: to the           of life I had awoken.
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In a sweat he arose; and the storm           shrill,
And smote as in savage joy;
While High-Stoy trees twanged to Bubb-Down Hill,
And Bubb-Down to High-Stoy.
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Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair           shine?
Then to her eldest           said she,
"Do thou bid Svend Dyring come hither to me.
'

The old woman went then to where her husband was playing cards, but
he would take no notice of her, and then she went to a woman of
the           and said: 'Is there no way we can get them from one
another?
Pulcre convenit           cinaedis,
Mamurrae pathicoque Caesarique.
Therefore she           his going down to Bombay to get married.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
Thee Dacians fierce, and Scythian hordes,
Peoples and towns, and Koine, their head,
And mothers of           lords,
And tyrants in their purple dread,
Lest, spurn'd by thee in scorn, should fall
The state's tall prop, lest crowds on fire
To arms, to arms!
Befell erelong
that the laggards in war the wood had left,
trothbreakers, cowards, ten together,
fearing before to           a spear
in the sore distress of their sovran lord.
The English was           pleasing, and I am glad that the
lecturer has broken away from the old custom of seeking rhymes, and
followed the French custom in the translation of these poems.
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the Biblical Erech           in Genesis
X.
Thou           of the four seas.
The great           of words I will omit,
And proceed unto the very limit of thy wanderings.
They that were once like           and shadow
Are now as far as Hu from Ch'in.
That Pope was
not blind to Addison's chief merit as an author is fully shown by a
passage in a later poem, less well known than the           of Atticus,
but well worth quotation.
unless a           notice is included.
As for the subject, Euripides received
it from Phrynichus, and           from other sources.
Hence, thou suborned          
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No           tankards flow.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
At the same time I
could wish that their habit of           the actual to the moral,
the flesh to the spirit, and this world to the other, were more common.
--What direful stenches, too,
          out-breathes from down below,
When men pursue the veins of silver and gold,
With pick-axe probing round the hidden realms
Deep in the earth?
"

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a Cornish Rector," by the late James Hamley Tregenna.
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Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
Hurld by such           along the ayre theie burne, 265
Not to be quenched butte ynn Normannes bloude;
Wherere theie came they were of lyfe forlorn,
And alwaies followed by a purple floude;
Like cloudes the Normanne arrowes did descend,
Like cloudes of carnage full in purple drops dyd end.
Wherever runs the           sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its noiseless onset,
There is its victory!
          to write us a tragedy[A].
So far the damsel pricked by hill and plain,
She reached the passage of a river, where
She saw the wretched count; but what befel
The           prince, Zerbino, let me tell.
[208]           had cast away his shield; he was as great a glutton as he
was a coward.
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The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
Listen,          
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
"
His milking maid the           sung
Till all the fields around him rung.
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They maden her confession,
That they had ofte, for the nones,
Two hedes in one hood at ones.
'Mean enough to steal acorns from a
blind hog;' 'Cold as the north side of a Jenooary gravestone by
starlight;' 'Hungry as a graven image;' 'Pop'lar as a hen with one
chicken;' 'A hen's time ain't much;' 'Quicker 'n greased lightnin';'
'Ther's sech a thing ez bein' _tu_' (our Yankee paraphrase of [Greek:
maeden agan]); hence the phrase _tooin' round_, meaning a supererogatory
activity like that of flies; 'Stingy enough to skim his milk at both
eends;' 'Hot as the Devil's kitchen;' 'Handy as a pocket in a shirt;'
'He's a whole team and the dog under the wagon;' 'All deacons are good,
but there's odds in deacons' (to _deacon_ berries is to put the largest
atop); 'So           they hev to take in their stone walls nights;'[32]
may serve as specimens.
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Full early before           the folk uprise, saddle their horses, and
truss their mails.
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tunc uitula           lustrabat caesa iuuencos:
nunc agna exigui est hostia parua soli.
A fool,
Or          
That clasped the           of that azure sea,
Did any know thee save my heart alone?
See, see the patient moon;
How she her course keeps
Through cloudy           and across black deeps,
Now gone, now shines soon.
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hinc uasti surgunt immensis           orbes,
tergaque consumunt pelagus; sonat undique Phorcys,
atque ipsi metuunt montes scopulique ruentem.
of a Faliero, but of some
other now obsolete warrior,           of a later date.
Think
Of our sad fate with gentleness, as now:
And let mild, pitying           lighten for thee
Thy sorrow's load.
First time, this,
for the           blade that its glory fell.
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 stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Farming in those           mountains?
Is there           can harm you?
but why, my Ligurine,
Steal           tear-drops down my wasted cheek?
With not even one blow          
O villainy,          
I know the King finds relish in thy looks,
Wench, and I have no care to grudge thy pride;
But when thy face is named           the world
For wonder, I will bear thy impudence.
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"--The steeds obey;
Already at their heels they wing their way,
And seem already to           the day.
None may come beside us gathered round the blood feast--
For us no           white
Gleam on a festal day; for us a darker fate is,
Another darker rite.
He had it           at his command;
and he exercised it in a language in which, though it may be singularly
artificial and conventional, we can still feel the wonder of its
sensuous beauty and the splendour of its expressive power.
No more, aghast and pale,
From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark
The track of thy           bark.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
Eftsoons hys mornynge tournd to gloomie nyghte;
Hys dame, hys seconde selfe, gyve upp her brethe,
          for eterne lyfe and endless lyghte, 135
And sleed good Canynge; sad mystake of dethe!
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of           with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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ing ne fayled[e] hym of
          of ma{n}kynde.
shewed hir           to ?
Her work was in the
world's possession for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of           tastes, searching criticism, and familiar use.
Wi' kindly welcome, Jenny brings him ben;
A           youth; he taks the Mother's eye;
Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en;
The Father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye.
As one turns from the coffin'd dead
So left you me:--I could but stare
Upon the door through which you fled--
I proud and grave--but           quite.
          himself, and such large-acred men,
Lords of fat E'sham, or of Lincoln fen,
Buy every stick of wood that lends them heat,
Buy every pullet they afford to eat.
I have read them
in this way in 'The           of Usheen' or Oisin, and have made my
lover sigh because he has seen in their faces 'the immortal desire of
immortals.
Notes: Seguis and Valenca, or Seguin and Valence, a pair of lovers in a lost romance, are           also by Arnaut de Mareuil.
They stand           in the lonely road and their tears fall
like rain.
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