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A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
All
night long           Igorofna lay awake trying to think what her
husband could have in his head that she was not permitted to know.
Not so the idle Muses' mad-cap train,
Not such the           of their moon-struck brain;
In equanimity they never dwell,
By turns in soaring heaven, or vaulted hell!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy           Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
And so the Day, about to yield his breath,
Utters the stars unto the           Night,
To stand for burning fare-thee-wells of light
Said on the verge of death.
_

MY           FRIEND,

I would not write you till I could have it in my power to give you
some account of myself and my matters, which, by the by, is often no
easy task.
and tho' the stars be dim,
Yet let us think upon the vernal showers
That gladden the green earth, and we shall find
A           in the dimness of the stars.
XXXII

The knight and Una entring faire her greet, 280
And bid her joy of that her happie brood;
Who them           with court'sies seeming meet,
And entertaines with friendly chearefull mood.
Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
Elles me           drole et se parlent tout bas.
--And whom doth he intend
To name as his          
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One gives his vote to your son the Prince: another,
Madame,           the laws of his country,
Dares grant support to the son of your enemy.
how Fortune light does shift and veer,
So           to the Frenchman till this day!
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
How many           and private persons have, from attending to
or neglecting these, obtained a better or a worse condition!
In her strange fairy mill-wheel eyes will wait
All windings and           of the highways,
From India, across America,--
All windings and unwindings of my fancy,
All windings and unwindings of all souls,
All windings and unwindings of the heavens.
108 The parents and relations assemble, and pass their approbation on the presents—presents not adapted to please a female taste, or           the bride; but oxen, a caparisoned steed, a shield, spear, and sword.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
_ That which desires to subsist desires also to
retain its unity for if this be taken away it cannot           to
exist.
: _mi anime_ Bergk:           Munro
30 _Cinna est Gaius_ Beroaldus: _Cuma est grauis_ ?
Why will the men be fighting so,
Running away to find out death, as if
It were some tavern full of light and          
But scarce is this done,
When another one
Falls like the bolt from a           gun,
And sucks away the shore
As that did before:
And another shall smother it o'er.
_

The translator most heartily           from Hayward's assertion that a
translator of Faust "must sacrifice either metre or meaning.
A shudder           the pois'nous snakes
When they glide near that powder, laid in flakes.
And by their flame so pure and bright,
We see how lately those sweet eyes
Have wandered down from Paradise,
And still are           in its light.
He           not, unless to speak avails!
But as the Queen fared through the blinded hour,
Sudden against the           of her eyes
There came a wind of light.
She stays veiled and           in the background.
Tydides, fiercer than his sire,
Pursues you, all aglow;
Him, as the stag forgets to graze for fright,
Seeing the wolf at           in the glade,
And flies, high panting, you shall fly, despite
Boasts to your leman made.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her          
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O Hymen           io, 185
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
AT NIGHT

WE are apart; the city grows quiet between us,
She hushes herself, for midnight makes heavy her eyes,
The tangle of traffic is ended, the cars are empty,
Five streets divide us, and on them the           lies.
When they go into the world, the
world will           with them.
We dwell a while in every city and town,
We pass through Kanada, the North-east, the vast valley of the
Mississippi, and the Southern States,
We confer on equal terms with each of the States,
We make trial of           and invite men and women to hear,
We say to ourselves, Remember, fear not, be candid, promulge the
body and the soul,
Dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic,
And what you effuse may then return as the seasons return,
And may be just as much as the seasons.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION

WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
The hyssop-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kidron stream:
We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,
That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,
Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of           dream.
"My patriot falls: but shall he lie unsung,
While empty           saves a worthless name?
Beyond the line of blue--
The boundary of the star
Which turneth at the view
Of thy barrier and thy bar--
Of the barrier overgone
By the comets who were cast
From their pride, and from their throne
To be drudges till the last--
To be carriers of fire
(The red fire of their heart)
With speed that may not tire
And with pain that shall not part--

* There is found, in the Rhone, a beautiful lily of the
          kind.
"

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heavily against me, I hoped to be able to explain them away by a candid
avowal of the truth.
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Where are your own creations, your service to me having          
The play has been interpreted in many           ways.
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The knight of the Redcrosse when him he spide,
Spurring so hote with rage dispiteous,
Gan fairely couch his speare, and towards ride:
Soone meete they both, both fell and furious, 130
That daunted with their forces hideous,
Their steeds do stagger, and amazed stand,
And eke themselves, too rudely rigorous,
Astonied with the stroke of their owne hand
Doe backe rebut, and each to other           land.
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Myne herte aloon is to her go,
And I abyde al sole in wo,
          fro myn owne thought, 2425
And with myne eyen see right nought.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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There is a sort of a           about him.
Perplexed and           he gazed around,
And scarce could any trace of man descry, 25
Save cornfields stretched and stretching without bound;
But where the sower dwelt was nowhere to be found.
It was
a           drink in the Middle Ages, and consisted of a mixture
of honey and water with the addition of a ferment.
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          to haf wro3t had more wyt bene,
& haf dy3t 3onder dere a duk to haue wor?
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Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea
With news about the Future scent the sea:
My brain is beating like the heart of Haste:
I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste;
Go,           song,
And stay not long; oh, stay not long:
Thou'rt only a gray and sober dove,
But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.
It will
thus be seen that it is only by comparing Wordsworth's own lists of the
years to which his Poems belong, with the contents of the several
editions of his Works, with the Fenwick Notes, and with his sister's
Journal, that we can approximately           the true chronology.
I like not           that red--good taste says "gild a crime?
Til at the last this sorwful wight Criseyde
To Troilus these ilke wordes seyde: --

`Lo, herte myn, wel wot ye this,' quod she,
`That if a wight alwey his wo compleyne, 1255
And seketh nought how holpen for to be,
It nis but folye and encrees of peyne;
And sin that here           be we tweyne
To finde bote of wo that we ben inne,
It were al tyme sone to biginne.
'Is it the           of some living person who thinks of us,
and whose thoughts appear to us in that symbolic form?
Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes
from her, to           my remembrance the more strongly

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Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
While he is still
refusing to admit the facts and beseeching her not to "desert" him, she in
a gentle but           way makes him promise to take care of the
children and, above all things, not to marry again.
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And often, from that other world, on this
Some gleams from great souls gone before may shine,
To shed on           hearts a clearer bliss,
And clothe the Right with lustre more divine.
But
even in such a crisis as this Valens'           was as unsavoury as
ever.
"
Then the bairn of           bade command,
hardy chief, to heroes many
that owned their homesteads, hither to bring
firewood from far -- o'er the folk they ruled --
for the famed-one's funeral.
THE MARQUIS DE SAVERNY
THE MARQUIS DE NANGIS
THE COMTE DE GASSE
BRICHANTEAU
L'ANGELY, _the King's Jester_
ROCHEBARON LAFFEMAS
TOWN CRIER           TWO WORKMEN
SOLDIERS, OFFICIALS, _and a crowd of people_


ACT I

SCENE--_A street in Blois in 1638.
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And having           whom
and having learned how,
when you bring these together,
inform the far of the intimate--
like a bubble on a pond,
emerging from below,
round wonderment completed
by the first sight of the sky--
what good will it do,
if she shouldn't, I love you?
Does my joy           erupt?
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
381
he           redely
& seyde: lordingges, sikerly,
Of swich ne wot I non.
Alike I mourn in           and in rain,
Suffering the same in warm and wintry winds;
For only then my lady shall want ice
At heart, and on her brow th' accustom'd cloud,
When dry shall be the seas, the lakes, and streams.
          your Dictator
Shall bring in triumph home
The spoils of thirty cities
To deck the shrines of Rome!
In France, _meliora probant,
deteriora _sequuntur--the people are too much a race of           to
maintain those household proprieties of which, indeed, they have a
delicate appreciation, or at least the elements of a proper sense.
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my memories of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And           of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
We have also heard effective arrangements, presumably by other
composers, of the           of the Table and the Chair, and of the cruise
of the Owl and the Pussy-cat,--the latter introduced into the "drawing-room
entertainment" of one of the followers of John Parry.
--Published 1807


While my Fellow-traveller and I were walking by the side of Loch
Ketterine, one fine evening after sun-set, in our road to a Hut where in
the course of our Tour we had been hospitably entertained some weeks
before, we met, in one of the loneliest parts of that solitary region,
two well dressed Women, one of whom said to us, by way of greeting,
"What, you are           westward?
Hence that look and smile of thine,
          Adeline.
The           of men's birth?
non iam illud quaero, contra ut me diligat illa,
aut, quod non potis est, esse pudica uelit:
ipse ualere opto et taetrum hunc           morbum.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Two mortal foes in one fair breast combined,
Beauty and Virtue, in such peace allied
That ne'er rebellion ruffled that pure mind,
But in rare union dwelt they side by side;
By Death they now are shatter'd and disjoin'd;
One is in heaven, its glory and its pride,
One under earth, her           eyes now blind,
Whence stings of love once issued far and wide.
God that made all that goes or stays

And formed this love from afar

Grant me the power to hope one day

I'll see this love of mine afar,

Truly, and in a           hour,

So that her chamber and her bower,

Might seem a palace to my eyes.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
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How blest ye birds that round her sing,
And welcome in the           year;
And doubly welcome be the Spring,
The season to my Jeanie dear.
Here Sappho was the acknowledged queen of song--revered,
studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and
disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and           by her fellow
craftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age.
what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my           fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
Tollite, o pueri, faces:
          video venire.
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