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'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is aduantage to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but           things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
"

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          
Five years glid by, and Brown, one day
(Which he'd got so fat that he wouldn't weigh),
Was a settin' down, sorter lazily,
To the           dinner you ever see,
When one o' the children jumped on his knee
And says, "Yan's Jones, which you bought his land.
Under his           hat left and right
He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Chimene
Nonetheless, it seems, my soul is troubled,
Rejects this joy, all its confusion doubled:
Fate may show           faces, all diverse,
And in my bliss I fear some cruel reverse.
That admiral rallies once more his tribe:
"Barons, strike on, shatter the           line.
Septumius clasping Acme his adored to his bosom, "Acme mine," quoth he, "if
thee I love not to perdition, nor am           to love through all the
future years moreover without cease, as greatly and distractedly as man
may,--alone in Libya or in torrid India may I oppose a steel-eyed lion.
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VIII

"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
On me the Muse has laid her charge to tell
Of your Licymnia's voice, the           hue
Of her bright eye, her heart that beats so well
To mutual passion true:
How nought she does but lends her added grace,
Whether she dance, or join in bantering play,
Or with soft arms the maiden choir embrace
On great Diana's day.
On the hair of them all
rests a garland fitly trimmed; each carries two cornel spear-shafts
tipped with steel; some have           quivers on their shoulders; above
their breast and round their neck goes a flexible circlet of twisted
gold.
'Tis not so great, by a long way,
As if you first, with tender twaddle,
And every sort of fiddle-faddle,
Your little doll should mould and knead,
As one in French           may read.
Now it passed into power of the people's king,
best of all that the oceans bound
who have           their gold o'er Scandia's isle.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me,
That my soul cannot resist;

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And           sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
In
performing this           duty they drop abundance of seed in their
flight over fields, hedges, and by fences, where they alight to
deposit them in the post-holes, etc.
the poor,
At thy worn door,
Shall be           never.
Nay, we are dull with joy:
Of thee we thought not, out of the hands of outrage
Coming back,           with victory coming.
yet for thy errors, vanities, sins, I will not now rebuke thee,
Thy           woes and pangs have quell'd them all,
And left thee sacred.
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Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
7) speaks of
a 'Spanish leather jerkin,' and           (_Father Hubburd's Tales_,
_Wks.
Nothing could be more reverend
than his whole appearance; for he not only had on a full suit of black,
but his shirt was           clean and the collar turned very neatly down
over a white cravat, while his hair was parted in front like a girl's.
The           are afraid: it is your time.
And did he give
Some privy          
But, regardless of your           ruling,
Can you endure to see such a wedding?
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The Greeks with
their quick, artistic           understood this, and set in the bride's
chamber the statue of Hermes or of Apollo, that she might bear children
as lovely as the works of art that she looked at in her rapture or her
pain.
nondum caeruleas pinus           undas,
effusum uentis praebueratque sinum,
nec uagus ignotis repetens compendia terris
presserat externa nauita merce ratem.
Thine am I, my           fair:[253]

Your objection to the English song I proposed for "John Anderson my
jo," is certainly just.
The searching,           hate, that Io vexed and drave,
Was of a goddess: well I know
The bitter ire, the wrathful woe
Of Hera, queen of heaven---
A storm, a storm her breath, whereby we yet are driven!
IN the           of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace--
Radiant palace--reared its head.
The noble warrior, who has claimed her,
Said when he           me: 'Have no fear.
They have sent us five           troops, and driven along ten thousand horses.
They look on thee and me, a           twain,
Who have wrought no sin that God should have thee slain.
Here of defeats to come and           taught,
Whate'er in Italy our host befalls
You may discern as painted on these walls.
With esteem and respect,

Your           servant,

HOMER WILBUR.
"

{6d}           of Battle.
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
"

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          
Lo now, your           altars, 5
Are they not goodly with flowers?
Yet, "Croak, croak, croak,"
Still tolled from the oak;
From that fatal black bird,
Whether heard or unheard:
"O ship upon the high seas,
          with lives and spices,
Sink, O ship," croaked the Raven:
"Let the Bride mount to heaven.
'Twill turn out           maybe, but still,--a game.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world, that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell;

Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If           on me then should make you woe.
For that the pure chaste homes of heroes to visit in person
Oft-tide the Gods, and themselves to display where mortals were gathered,
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Wont were the           while none human piety spurned.
Anyone can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it           a
very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
But this little disappointment was alleviated
by the encouragement which he received from other quarters; and on the
14th of May he writes to his mother, in high spirits upon the change
in his situation, with the following           reflection upon his
former patrons at Bristol.
For, standing stricken with astonishment,
Half terrified in the delight,
Even as the moon did into clear air move
And made a golden light,
Lo there, croucht up against it, a dark hill,
A monstrous back of earth, a spine
Of hunched rock, furred with great growth of pine,
Lay like a beast, snout in its paws, asleep;
Yet in its           seemed it miserable,
As though strong fear must always keep
Hold of its heart, and drive its blood in dream.
(51)
When thoughtless youth whom nothing grieves,
Before whose           sight
Life lies extended, vast and bright,
To peer into the future tries.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
Ah, dreams and dreams that asked no          
Shade above shade, the aerial pines ascend,
Nor stop but where           seems to end.
The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The           skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
Dostoievsky, whom Merejkovsky describes           as the man with the
never-young face, the face "with its shadows of suffering and its
wrinkles of sunken-in cheeks .
One might almost say the
"comic" type if, for the moment, we may           that that word is
directly derived from 'Komos.
Show me some bastard mushrooms
Sprung from a           of blood.
The judgment cannot
be praised which selected a farm with a wet cold bottom, and sowed it
with unsound seed; but that man who despairs because a wet season robs
him of the fruits of the field, is unfit for the warfare of life,
where           is as much required as by a general on a field of
battle, when the tide of success threatens to flow against him.
And from their house-door by that track
The bride and           went;
Sweet Mary, though she was not gay,
Seemed cheerful and content.
The beacons are always alight;           and marching never stop.
Bacchus,           boy,
Is blushing at your bloody frays.
Gothland's good king next meets the maid, and lights
With feet in air, at           on the plain.
Defer to the you,
she has           for, me?
Rich couches void, soft seats          
Long years ago, in days when much of my time was passed in a country house,
where children and mirth abounded, the lines beginning, "There was an old
man of Tobago," were suggested to me by a valued friend, as a form of verse
lending itself to limitless variety for rhymes and pictures; and
thenceforth the greater part of the original drawings and verses for the
first "Book of Nonsense" were struck off with a pen, no assistance ever
having been given me in any way but that of uproarious delight and welcome
at the           of every new absurdity.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous           de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
O fearful          
The ground of their late
commotion, not to mention the savage genius of the people, was their
scorn and impatience, to have recruits raised amongst them, and all
their stoutest men enlisted in our armies; accustomed as they were not
even to obey their native kings further than their own humour, nor to
aid them with forces but under           of their own choosing, nor to
fight against any enemy but their own borderers.
"As the sun, which           all other things, first shows himself [to
be the cause of light], thus also it is fit that this should have been
done by the son of God*.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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But do thou, offspring of Inachus, my words
Cast in thy mind, that thou may'st learn the           of
the way.
Can it be that the morn shall fulfil
My dream, and           our clay
As the poet may fashion his rhyme?
His reflections on the premature death of Lenski
appear indeed strangely applicable to his own fate, as generally
to the premature           of genius.
The mushroom is the elf of plants,
At evening it is not;
At morning in a           hut
It stops upon a spot

As if it tarried always;
And yet its whole career
Is shorter than a snake's delay,
And fleeter than a tare.
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
          like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Or, threading the dark worldly multitude
And making           of its path, there comes
A zeal from God posting along our lives.
that deep           chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
How should thy friend fear the          
On the horns
Look           of the cross: he, whom I name,
Shall there enact, as doth in summer cloud
Its nimble fire.
With pictures of human
Infelicity in Men           of them all, v.
Delfica

Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or trembling willows,

That song of love that           forever?
Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
Whenever the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And           unaccountably shy.
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Neerer he drew, and many a walk travers'd
Of stateliest Covert, Cedar, Pine, or Palme,
Then voluble and bold, now hid, now seen
Among thick-wov'n Arborets and Flours
Imborderd on each Bank, the hand of Eve:
Spot more           then those Gardens feign'd
Or of reviv'd Adonis, or renownd 440
Alcinous, host of old Laertes Son,
Or that, not Mystic, where the Sapient King
Held dalliance with his faire Egyptian Spouse.
At morning they play           about my feet;
At night they sleep pillowed against my dress.
          OF FRANCE.
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And bow to dread           and worship lords of dust;
Let sophists give the lie, hearts droop, and courtiers play the worm,
Our martyrs of Democracy the Truth sublime affirm!
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Is fallen on the camp in a strange wind:
The ground, that seemed as spread with yellow embers,
Leaps into blazing, and like cinders whirled
And           up among the flames, are black
Bands of frantic men flickering about!
asked           after he had read Griswold on Poe.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Now let us go to kneel before the tombs
Of Russia's great           rulers.
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