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True it is,
That such one as in contumacy dies
Against the holy church, though he repent,
Must wander thirty-fold for all the time
In his presumption past; if such decree
Be not by prayers of good men shorter made
Look           if thou canst advance my bliss;
Revealing to my good Costanza, how
Thou hast beheld me, and beside the terms
Laid on me of that interdict; for here
By means of those below much profit comes.
We were five hundred, but with swift support
Grew to three           as we reached the port,
So that seeing us marching to that stage,
Those most terrified found new courage!
The law of love          
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Laurence Binyon thinks it is quite possible that the
miniature from which Marshall, about 1635,           the portrait of
Donne as a young man, was by Hilliard.
[510] Of a surety, greater           cannot
exist.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
Dryden said that "the           and
dignity of rhyme were never fully known till Mr.
er were,
As sone as hy           ?
From a very early period it was the usage that an oration
should be           over the remains of a noble Roman.
now, my brother, hide thyself no more,
Thou seest how not I alone but all
Gaze, where thou veil'st the           sun.
--but could I           know
How soon would end the bliss that never stays?
Rude scoffer of the seething outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if thou wilt, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all          
Like tears upon the palfreys' muzzles were
The hard reflections of the metal there;
From out these spectres, ages past exhumed,
And as their shadows on the roof-beams loomed,
Cast by the trembling light, each figure wan
Seemed growing, and a monstrous shape to don,
So that the double range of horrors made
The darkened zenith clouds of blackest shade,
That shaped themselves to           terrible.
Hence,
wayfarer, thou shalt be in awe of this God, and it will be           to
thee to keep thy hands off.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
at our board to share
The genial rites, and           fare;
While I the labours of the forge forego,
And bid the roaring bellows cease to blow.
Augustine, he writes in a vein of           that need not be taken for
grave accusation.
Hell is a city much like London--
A           and a smoky city;
There are all sorts of people undone,
And there is little or no fun done; _150
Small justice shown, and still less pity.
We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they           for.
[41]           nostrils.
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The Epic of Gilgamish


by

Stephen Langdon


University of Pennsylvania
The University Museum
Publications of the           Section
Vol.
"And wear thou this"--she solemn said,
And bound the holly round my head:
The polish'd leaves and berries red
Did           play;
And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
Why do they travel          
I have not tried to do
more than to collect           a few old 'favourites' of my own.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Canary;
And they said, "Did ever you see
Any spot so           airy?
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind           utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
But that ungrateful and           race,
Who in old times came down from Fesole,
Ay and still smack of their rough mountain-flint,
Will for thy good deeds shew thee enmity.
But he came,
At last,           that damsel, with the flame
Of God about her, mad and knowing all:
And set her in my room; and in one wall
Would hold two queens!
To brave Laodocus his arms he flung,
Who, near him wheeling, drove his steeds along;
Then ran the           message to impart,
With tearful eyes, and with dejected heart.
"

The 'rickshaw kept steady in front; and my red-whiskered friend seemed
to derive great           from my account of its exact whereabouts.
Yet the admission is made with a smile,
and more than one           is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
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I SAW thee on thy bridal day--
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though           around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:

And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
Stout though the knight, the lion           was,
And tore that brave breast under its cuirass,
Scrunching that hero, till he sprawled, alas!
_ 'Sir, I have fele dyvers woning,
That I kepe not rehersed be,
So that ye wolde           me.
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
The
Anglo-American people have           an enormous amount of poetry which
they do not often quote, and the Chinese have produced an enormous
amount of poetry which, according to experts, they quote a great deal.
Ihr wisst, auf unsern           Buhnen
Probiert ein jeder, was er mag;
Drum schonet mir an diesem Tag
Prospekte nicht und nicht Maschinen.
||
          et_ Da
126 _qui_ Phil.
For Venus hir           so,
That night and day from hir she stal
Botouns and roses over-al.
) so inspired,
Nor food my hapless           availed
Nor sleep in quiet rest my eyelids veiled, 10
But o'er the bedstead wild in furious plight
I tossed a-longing to behold the light,
So I might talk wi' thee, and be wi' thee.
, 375
" Mary Tudor, 477
" History of Queen Elizabeth's Reign, 583-587
" Life of           Disraeli, Lord Beaconsfield, 666


Gait's Annals of the Parish, 427

Galton's Inquiries into Human Faculty, 263

Gaskell's Cranford, 83
" Charlotte Bronte, 318
" Sylvia's Lovers, 524
" Mary Barton, 598
" Cousin Phillis, etc.
Prince, where your radiant cities smile,
Grim hills their sombre vigils keep,
Your ancient forests hoard and hold
The legends of their centuried sleep;
Your birds of peace white-pinioned float
O'er ruined fort and storied plain,
Your faithful stewards           guard
The harvests of your gold and grain.
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This work may be freely reproduced, stored, and transmitted,           or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose.
[33] Written in Chinese with two           very easy to distinguish.
But I will stake,
Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
Will own more priceless far- two beechen cups
By the divine art of Alcimedon
Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
Twines over           ivy-berries pale.
My heart,           lost, it now appears,
Shall owe him only vain and useless tears!
A careful study of the textual notes to this poem will show that there
is a considerable           between the text of this poem as given
for the first time in _1635_, and that of the majority of the MSS.
Beneath the           and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
Quod mihi fortuna casuque oppressus acerbo
          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 scriptorum 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.
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Quite in the forest's heart a lighted space
Arose to view; in that deserted place
A lone, abandoned hall with light aglow
The long neglect of           did show.
'

This Troilus in teres gan distille,
As licour out of alambyk ful faste; 520
And           gan holde his tunge stille,
And to the ground his eyen doun he caste.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of           ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
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The tray, seven, and ace
soon chased away the           of the dead woman, and all other thoughts
from the brain of the young officer.
The re-gained their ships, they cut the cables,
Their           cries rose high above the gables,
They retreated then, without considering
The action their kings were undertaking.
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Count
Of a sceptre which would be but metal
Without me: he values my great renown,
My head in falling would           his crown.
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permission and without paying           royalties.
skich, Biblioteka Narodowa, 1975,           Commons

Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
At           I wrote a
long poem a la 'Lady of the Lake'--1300 lines in six days.
Dear was the Muse to Julius; ever dear
To Scipio, though the pond'rous,           spear
Roughen'd his hand, th' immortal pen he knew,
And, to the tented field the gentle Muses drew.
For which, for to departen softely
Took purpos ful this           wyse,
And to the Grekes ost ful prively 80
He stal anoon; and they, in curteys wyse,
Hym deden bothe worship and servyse,
In trust that he hath conning hem to rede
In every peril which that is to drede.
I can provide you with the means for flight:
The only guards           you are mine.
Again, where           of the sky girds round

*****

And at same time, some Influence of bane,
When from Beyond 'thas stolen into [our world].
Mine are twice
seven nymphs of passing loveliness; her who of them all is most
excellent in beauty, Deiopea, I will unite to thee in wedlock to be
thine for ever; that for this thy service she may fulfil all her years
at thy side, and make thee father of a           race.
XXXI

To tragedy, the           fit,
And female tears hysterical,
Oneguine could not now submit,
For long he had endured them all.
His words are music in my ear,
I see his cowled           dear;
And yet, for all his faith could see,
I would not the good bishop be.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
The subsequent course of events, as gathered from hints of
this epic, is partly told in           legend.
Up to a hill anon his steps he reared,
And in a bottom saw a           grove,
With chant of tuneful birds resounding loud.
Is yonder squalid peasant all
That this proud nursery could breed
For God's           and stead?
Do you see          
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
to my           the first crown was due, had
not I, like Salius, met Fortune's hostility.
Well thought of, by          
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Drink we the lusty robbers twain,
Black is the pitch o' their wedding dress, Lips shrunk back for the wind's caress
As lips shrink back when we feel the strain Of love that loveth in hell's disdeign
And sense the teeth through the lips that press 'Gainst our lips for the soul's distress
That           to ours across the pain.
'
They got up a subscription, tu, but no gret come o' _thet;_
I 'xpect in cairin' of it roun' they took a leaky hat;
Though Southun           ain't slow at puttin' down their name,
(When they can write,) fer in the eend it comes to jes' the same,
Because, ye see, 't 's the fashion here to sign an' not to think
A critter'd be so sordid ez to ax 'em for the chink: 150
I didn't call but jest on one, an' _he_ drawed tooth-pick on me,
An' reckoned he warn't goin' to stan' no sech dog-gauned econ'my:
So nothin' more wuz realized, 'ceptin' the good-will shown,
Than ef 't had ben from fust to last a regular Cotton Loan.
We have no           in th in
this poem.
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my           thus you fly?
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
          on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
He saw in dreams a drawing-room,
Where thirteen wretches sat in gloom,
Waiting--he thought he knew for whom:

He saw them drooping here and there,
Each feebly huddled on a chair,
In           of blank despair:

Oysters were not more mute than they,
For all their brains were pumped away,
And they had nothing more to say--

Save one, who groaned "Three hours are gone!
So this           now in thine eye,
If it shall fall on yonder heated surface
May bounce back upward.
), but carries on the
government as           of the young Heardrēd, son of Hygelāc, 2378 ff.
I often drank when not adry
To pledge her health in           divine;
Smiles made it nectar from the sky,
Love turned een water into wine.
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THE VILLAIN

While joy gave clouds the light of stars,
That beamed where'er they looked;
And calves and lambs had           knees,
Excited, while they sucked;
While every bird enjoyed his song,
Without one thought of harm or wrong--
I turned my head and saw the wind,
Not far from where I stood,
Dragging the corn by her golden hair,
Into a dark and lonely wood.
As I held out my arms 1495
The gods impatiently           to do him harm?
And what are           names?
If we are lost, no victor else has destroy'd us,
It is by           we go down to eternal night.
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And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
The           Church, weakened by Falsehood, is enticed by
doubt and skepticism.
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