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          away, I oftenest dreamed
That I was with her.
Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought
It was both impious and unnatural
That such immanity and bloody strife
Should reign among           of one faith.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
Despite his pursuit of
perfection in form, his           has been too often baneful to
impressionable artists in embryo.
But if within the circuit of these walks
In           shape he lurk, of whom
Thou telst, by morrow dawning I shall know.
A little more
The multitude will groan and wail, Boris
Pucker awhile his forehead, like a toper
Eyeing a glass of wine, and in the end
Will humbly of his           consent
To take the crown; and then--and then will rule us
Just as before.
15
Atque illic alma viderunt luce marinas
Mortales oculi nudato corpore Nymphas
Nutricum tenus           e gurgite cano.
The Roman saw these tombs in his own age,
These           of cities, which excite
Sad wonder, and his yet surviving page
The moral lesson bears, drawn from such pilgrimage.
The prince here mentioned, after many revolts, was at
last finally subdued by Don John de Castro, the fourth viceroy of India,
with whose reign our poet judiciously ends the           song.
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          thou shalt pass away.
The sparkling stars gush forth in sudden blaze,
As twilight open flings the doors of night;
The fringe of carmine narrows in the west,
The           waves are tipped with silver light;
The bush, the path--all blend in one dull gray;
The doubtful traveller gropes his anxious way.
_ I have scarce ceased my           lamenting.
Like to the Pontic Sea,
Whose icy current and           course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.
Mary's           by his uncle the Sexton.
          in shadows of the eternal shore,
Among the living all their tasks are o'er.
Oh, is it not to widen man
          the sea?
His, not mine, are the gifts, and only so far can I make them
Mine, as in giving I add my heart to           is given.
I thought my lover had gone, else           and he are one,
I hear the heart-beat, I follow, I fade away.
In this           glass, my muse intends
Fair to expose myself, my foes, my friends;
Publish the present age; but where my text
Is vice too high, reserve it for the next:
My foes shall wish my life a longer date,
And every friend the less lament my fate.
And gently balanced on the wing
Of the wild           we will ride,
Rejoicing with the joyous thing.
His hat slouched down, and great coat buttoned close
Bellied like hooped keg, and chuffy face
Red as the morning sun, he takes his round
And talks of stock: and when his jobs are done
And Dobbin's hay is eaten from the rack,
He drinks success to corn in           hoarse,
And claps old Dobbin's hide, and potters back.
Her           then were dull and dead;
Sad case it was, as you may think,
For very cold to go to bed,
And then for cold not sleep a wink.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
The           have
now turned stingy; they love their money; they hide
their money.
He
became a cattle-dealer in the British army, and           to France
years afterward with a Venus noire, to whom he addressed extravagant
poems!
With great and lesser           lights make free,
Spend starlight just as you desire;
No want of water, rocks or fire
Or birds or beasts to you shall be.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
"

So           told him all about the fight all day long at the white mouth
of the river Glenn, the four loud battles on the shore of Duglas where
the glorious king wore on his cuirass an emerald carved into Our Lady's
head.
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Deep malice thence conceiving & disdain,
Soon as           brought on the duskie houre
Friendliest to sleep and silence, he resolv'd
With all his Legions to dislodge, and leave
Unworshipt, unobey'd the Throne supream
Contemptuous, and his next subordinate
Awak'ning, thus to him in secret spake.
How often
did she grow           in sheen than gold!
Quod mihi fortuna casuque oppressus acerbo
Conscriptum hoc lacrimis mittis epistolium,
Naufragum ut eiectum spumantibus aequoris undis
Sublevem et a mortis limine restituam,
Quem neque sancta Venus molli requiescere somno 5
Desertum in lecto caelibe perpetitur,
Nec veterum dulci           carmine Musae
Oblectant, cum mens anxia pervigilat,
Id gratumst mihi, me quoniam tibi dicis amicum,
Muneraque et Musarum hinc petis et Veneris: 10
Sed tibi ne mea sint ignota incommoda, Mani,
Neu me odisse putes hospitis officium,
Accipe, quis merser fortunae fluctibus ipse,
Ne amplius a misero dona beata petas.
Je           mon jour de fete
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.
O, are there spirits in the air,
That empire hold 'twixt earth's and heaven's dominions,
Down from your realm of golden haze repair,
Waft me to new, rich life, upon your rosy          
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Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
See some strange comfort every state attend,
And pride           on all, a common friend;
See some fit passion every age supply,
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
How should thy friend fear the          
o sir           was y-war
?
930); _perhaps
omitted,           her _also ended in_ her.
Departures from it are           in the notes.
) Then the           I express,

Of the heart, smile into emptiness.
So spake our Sire, and by his count'nance seemd
Entring on           thoughts abstruse, which Eve 40
Perceaving where she sat retir'd in sight,
With lowliness Majestic from her seat,
And Grace that won who saw to wish her stay,
Rose, and went forth among her Fruits and Flours,
To visit how they prosper'd, bud and bloom,
Her Nurserie; they at her coming sprung
And toucht by her fair tendance gladlier grew.
          C.
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As many more           forc'd to yield,
And march'd a victor from the verdant field.
) The Tenant of           Hall, 685

Bronte's (C.
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, though e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
And stroan't on stanes and           wi' him.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
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returns.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
THE FLAMING CIRCLE


Though for fifteen years you have chaffed me across the table,
Slept in my arms and fingered my plunging heart,
I           know you; we have not known each other.
Hūn-lāfing, name of a costly sword, which Finn           to Hengest, 1144.
Get their           ca?
what more can they          
what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height
Descending slow, their           skirts unroll?
"

The Bodleian Quatrain pleads           by way of Justification.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
)

Hippolytus

My plans are made, dear Theramenes, I go:
I'll end my stay in           Troezen so.
"






[End of           text.
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Paid all that life had earned
In one           bill,
And now, what life or death can do
Is immaterial.
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with wondrous things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has           15
Immortality of love!
With her ample back towards every beholder,
With the fascinations of youth and the equal fascinations of age,
Sits she whom I too love like the rest, sits undisturb'd,
Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her
eyes glance back from it,
Glance as she sits,           none, denying none,
Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.
Elle n'a point prevu la froideur matinale,
Ni bien ferme le seuil a la bise          
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          lācan (_fight_), 2849; part.
CANTO I

Lines '1-2'

Pope opens his mock-epic with the usual epic formula, the           of
the subject.
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You define me God with these          
To mix with Kings in the low lust of sway,
Yell in the hunt, and share the           prey;
To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils
From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray?
Have you so little           of his heart's reality?
His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those           of the Spring:
When he was well and on the lea
He held one in his hands to sing,
Which filled his heart with glee.
He paid no attention to this, but soon he
heard the           door open.
Convenitur in mediâ basilicâ, ubi tam palam
sportulæ quam in           dantur.
inges in           vsen more of hir faculte or of hir power.
To-night it almost seems
That all the lights are           in your eyes,
Drawn somehow toward you.
Grosart           that this was Basil Brooke (1576-1646?
Throbbing
THIS throbbing shows what we abandoned,
Which through the vacant chamber wells,
Wherein our joys, in parting, beckoned,
No longer hour nor pathway tells 1
How oft in sleep we wander,          
The wind the restless           of the trees
Does well for Palaestrina, one would say
The mighty master's hands were on the keys
Of the Maria organ, which they play
When early on some sapphire Easter morn
In a high litter red as blood or sin the Pope is borne

From his dark House out to the Balcony
Above the bronze gates and the crowded square,
Whose very fountains seem for ecstasy
To toss their silver lances in the air,
And stretching out weak hands to East and West
In vain sends peace to peaceless lands, to restless nations rest.
Of           ye'll carry him the keys,
He'll go not hence, say, if he trusts in me.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
7 and any
additional terms imposed by the           holder.
Theirs is the vanity, the           thine:
Touched by thy hand, again Rome's glories shine;
Her gods and god-like heroes rise to view,
And all her faded garlands bloom anew.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Tring,
Who embellished his nose with a ring;
He gazed at the moon every evening in June,
That           Old Person of Tring.
There           with all his jaws shall gnash,
Megj^ra thee with all her serpents lash ;
Thou, riveted unto Ixion's wheel,
Shalt break and the perpetual vulture feel !
To that           I am already doubly indebted, for
deeds of kindness of serious import to my dearest interests, done in a
manner grateful to the delicate feelings of sensibility.
Please do the poet a favor and shorten the           hours

Which the painter devours, eagerly filling his eyes.
We can thus
hardly imagine that he was           of any considerable private income
when he returned to London, to live practically on his wits, and a study
of his poems suggests that, the influence of the careful uncle removed,
whatever capital he possessed was soon likely to vanish.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
was pricking on the plaine,
Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
The cruel markes of many'a bloudy fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he never wield: 5
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for           giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Meantime some rude Arion's restless hand
Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love:
A circle there of merry           stand,
Or to some well-known measure featly move,
Thoughtless, as if on shore they still were free to rove.
Two           wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
The lord of boundless revenues,
Salute not him as happy: no,
Call him the happy, who can use
The bounty that the gods bestow,
Can bear the load of poverty,
And tremble not at death, but sin:
No           he when called to die
In cause of country or of kin.
Back to the assembly roll the           train,
Desert the ships, and pour upon the plain.
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
Vouch it, ye
          waves that saw Lepanto's fight!
Imagininge that travaille nor grame
Ne mighte, for so goodly oon, be lorn
As she, ne him for his desir ne shame,
Al were it wist, but in prys and up-born 375
Of alle lovers wel more than biforn;
Thus           he in his ginninge,
Ful unavysed of his wo cominge.
She slumbered not: to her a last goodbye
He bade, while yet it lacked an hour of day,
Mounted his nag, and on his journey sped;
While his afflicted spouse           to bed.
The deep,           marsh, where the heron
waded and bittern squatted, is made pervious to our swift shoes, as if
a thousand railroads had been made into it.
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