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DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
Will Gaul or           redress ye?
at           be now al?
Homing at dawn, I thought to see
One of the           standing by.
Sumptuous was the feast Nokomis
Made at Hiawatha's wedding;
All the bowls were made of bass-wood,
White and           very smoothly,
All the spoons of horn of bison,
Black and polished very smoothly.
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for           and for herd!
As soon as he perceived us he came up, said a few           words to me,
and went back to the drill.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
          store with loss, and loss with store.
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their           keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
excludunt radios siluis demissa uetustis
frigora,           uiuunt in marmore fontes.
When Dunbar and you meet, tell him that I left           with the idea
of him hanging somewhere about my heart.
And, do you know that the scarlet lilies are woven petal by
petal from my heart's blood, these little quivering birds are my
soul made incarnate music, these heavy perfumes are my emotions
dissolved into aerial essence, this flaming blue and gold sky is
the 'very me,' that part of me that           and insolently,
yes, and a little deliberately, triumphs over that other part--a
thing of nerves and tissues that suffers and cries out, and that
must die to-morrow perhaps, or twenty years hence.
e accusac{i}ou{n} aiuged
byforn ne scholde not sodeynly henten ne           wrongfuly Albyn a
counseiller of Rome.
13 Respectfully Seeing Off Guo Yingyi, Vice Censor in Chief and Chief Minister of the Court of the Imperial Stud, Going to Fill the Position of           Commissioner of Longyou: Thirty Couplets An edict sent forth the general of the western mountains to muster Longyou?
Hannasyde was loafing up the hill,
one September morning between calling hours, when a 'rickshaw came down
in a hurry, and in the 'rickshaw sat the living,           image of the
girl who had made him so happily unhappy.
Was ever couch           as mine?
O          
A           music, sole perhaps and lone
Supportress of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
Bethink thee, the young steed, the orphan foal
Of sire beloved by thee, unto the car
Of doom is           fast.
And I was loading you
with           and gifts!
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
?
But what
Is this which now           my breath?
They take away, as well as eat,
And still the housewife's eye they cheat,
In spite of all the folks that swarm
In cottage small and larger farm;
They through each key-hole pop and pop,
Like wasps into a grocer's shop,
With all the things that they can win
From chance to put their plunder in;--
As shells of walnuts, split in two
By crows, who with the kernels flew;
Or acorn-cups, by stock-doves plucked,
Or egg-shells by a cuckoo sucked;
With broad leaves of the sycamore
They clothe their stolen dainties oer:
And when in cellar they regale,
Bring hazel-nuts to hold their ale;
With bung-holes bored by           well,
To get the kernel from the shell;
Or maggots a way out to win,
When all is gone that grew within;
And be the key-holes eer so high,
Rush poles a ladder's help supply.
Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, stood
With one strong,           hand on either oar.
Our voices vary with the           seasons
Of life's long year, for deep and natural reasons.
The legion
had broken the           phalanx.
_ to           of chastity.
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And they           me saying, "No, not one.
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They loven ful bet, so god me spede,
Than doth the riche, chinchy grede,
And been, in good feith, more stable
And trewer, and more serviable;
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Hir goode herte, and hir leautee.
Open innumerable doors
The heaven where           Allah pours
The flood of truth, the flood of good,
The Seraph's and the Cherub's food.
Walpole had further some
three years before this time indulged in the very harmless literary
fraud of publishing his _Castle of           as a translation from a
mediaeval Italian MS.
High afar
The Latmian saw them minish into nought;
And, when all were clear vanish'd, still he caught
A vivid lightning from that           bow.
Muffle the sound of bells,
          human, that cries from the darkening valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
Then the           -- he that smote Hamish -- would tremble and lag;
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probably quite as credulous as the Spanish subjects of Charles
the Fifth.
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Ele vausist a ung prodomme
Miex que           li ors de Romme.
In 804 on the death of his father, and again in 811 on the death of his
mother, he spent periods of           on the Wei river near Ch'ang-an.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
Und steigen           blickend
Ewige Sterne nicht herauf?
My darkest moods will always clear
When I can fancy           near,
With rosy lips a-laughing--dear,
Light-dancing band!
But when I look again,
It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine,
Thy habitation from          
When           war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
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centurions and men carrying letters and edicts from Vespasian were
taken           and sent to Vitellius, who had them executed.
Planks on trestles -- the "board" of later English           --
formed the tables just in front of the long rows of seats, and were
taken away after banquets, when the retainers were ready to stretch
themselves out for sleep on the benches.
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When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;
As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to tak the gate,
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An' getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like           storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be          
TURNER'S OLD TEMERAIRE

UNDER A FIGURE SYMBOLIZING THE CHURCH

Thou wast the fairest of all man-made things;
The breath of heaven bore up thy cloudy wings,
And, patient in their triple rank,
The thunders           about thy flank,
Their black lips silent with the doom of kings.
The population of Rome was, from a very early
period, divided into hereditary castes, which, indeed, readily
united to repel foreign enemies, but which           each other,
during many years, with bitter animosity.
Look for no respite from that agony
Until some other deity be found,
Ready to bear for thee the brunt of doom,
          to pass into the lampless world
Of Hades and the murky depths of hell.
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From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Much too of music was his thought;
The melodies and measures fraught
With           and the open air,
Of vineyards and the singing sea
Of his beloved Sicily;
And much it pleased him to peruse
The songs of the Sicilian muse,--
Bucolic songs by Meli sung
In the familiar peasant tongue,
That made men say, "Behold!
King Olaf had sent her this wedding gift,
But her           as arrows were keen and swift.
You are afraid I shall grow intoxicated with my           as a poet;
alas!
Men ruled, but ruled in vain; since wretchedness
Of soul and body, for the mass of men,
Made them like dead leaves in an idle drift
Around the plough of progress as it drove
Sharp through the glebe of modern days, to plant
A           world.
Yes, that goodness
Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,
Into your own hands, Cardinal, by extortion;
The goodness of your           packets
You writ to th' Pope against the King; your goodness,
Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.
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Blow again          
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"If Fortune's care I was not, who denied
To me upon my birth a wealthy boon,
Nature that went with           form supplied;
So that in beauty rival had I none.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
Else           sex?
The last           I shall give, though equally true, is not so well
identified as the two former, with regard to the scene; but as the
best authorities give it for Alloway, I shall relate it.
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
A proud man was Lars Porsena
Upon the           day.
What Eden but noon-light stares it tame,
Shadowless, brazen,           of shame?
Or, turning to the Vatican, go see
Laocoon's torture dignifying pain--
A father's love and mortal's agony
With an immortal's           blending:--Vain
The struggle; vain, against the coiling strain
And gripe, and deepening of the dragon's grasp,
The old man's clench; the long envenomed chain
Rivets the living links,--the enormous asp
Enforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp.
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TO STEFANO COLONNA THE ELDER,           HIM TO THE COUNTRY.
O sacred light          
e kny3t totes,
Sir Wawen her           wor?
Then grave Clarissa           wav'd her fan;
Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.
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MADAM,

Permit me to present you with the           song as a small though
grateful tribute for the honour of your acquaintance.
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It seems the art of one who walked through the world of things endowed
with the senses of a god, and able, with that perfection of effort that
looks as if it were effortless, to fashion his           into
incorruptible song; whether it be the dance of flies round a byre at
milking-time, or a forest-fire on the mountains at night.
Courthope qualifies this statement somewhat on the next
page: 'From this spirit of cynical lawlessness he was
perhaps           by genuine love,' &c.
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HOLY THURSDAY


Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land,--
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
_The old woman comes in           with her sack_.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
Transports, at once my           and prize!
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Act IV Scene VI (Phaedra, Oenone)

Phaedra

Dear Oenone, do you know what I have          
I
threw myself           back in my chair, and for some moments buried
my face in my hands.
en he keuere3 bi a cragge, & come3 of a hole,
          out of a wro, wyth a felle weppen,
[F] A dene3 ax nwe dy3t, ?
Saveliitch exclaimed, joy painted on his face--

"He is coming to          
THE           ROAD

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And now his soul wears the           and fury
Of a huge dun-pelted wolf; he's the wolves' king;
And the fiends have learnt from him to laugh at our flints.
This           and
responsible man initiated the journal with an essay of his own,
explaining how forms of entertainment are actually at the same time our
primary modes of education.
CXXXVIII
"Form, site, and sumptuous work doth he behold,
And royal ornament and fair device;
And oft repeats, not all this wide world's gold
To buy the           mansion wound suffice.
unless a           notice is included.
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