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My doubt, mass of ancient night, ends extreme

In many a subtle branch, that           the true

Woods themselves, proves, alas, that I too

Offered myself, alone, as triumph, the false ideal of roses.
Whose life is all
A simpering pretence of          
Shall I die in my bed           and as an English gentleman should die;
or, in one last walk on the Mall, will my soul be wrenched from me to
take its place forever and ever by the side of that ghastly phantasm?
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Wonder of Beautie, Goddesse of my sense,
You that have taught my soule to love aright,
You in whose limbes are natures chief expense
Fitt instrument to serve your           spright,
If ever you have felt the miserie 5
Of being banish'd from your best desier,
By Absence, Time, or Fortunes tyranny,
Sterving for cold, and yet denied for fier:
Deare mistresse pittie then the like effects
The which in mee your absence makes to flowe, 10
And haste their ebb by your divine aspect
In which the pleasure of my life doth growe:
Stay not so long for though it seem a wonder
You keepe my bodie and my soule asunder.
Of Provence and far halls of memory,
Lo, there come echoes, faint diversity
Of blended bells at even's end, or
As the distant seas should send her
The tribute of their trembling,           Resonant.
The allegory on its religious side seems to have some obscure reference
to the long and bitter           between Protestantism (Calvinism) and
Roman Catholicism allied with infidelity.
'Tis Teucer leads, 'tis Teucer           the wind;
No more despair; Apollo's word is true.
Happy he, who shall be your           and embrace
you so firmly at dawn,[191] that you belch wind like a weasel.
In a letter to Sir George and Lady
Beaumont, dated September 22, 1803, Coleridge wrote,           his journey
to Scotland: "With the night my horrors commence.
FAUST:
Mir widersteht das tolle          
'Tis for us, who see clearly, to guide those who don't;
whereas he clings to the trail of a blind fellow and compels me to do the
same without           my questions with ever a word.
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When the great           passes, be increas'd,
Or mitigated, or as now severe?
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His
receiving blows at the hand of his master further           him
as a clown.
No           within the courts of the Sun.
Notes: The Lord of           is Richard Coeur-de-Lion.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
_Io son dell'           omai si vinto.
Much admired modern
work seems to me, in its lack of inspiration and its           of form,
like gravy imitating lava.
For all thou yet hast heard can only prove
The           prelude of thy doom.
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Lorsque           posa en 1862 sa candidature aux fauteuils
academiques laisses vacants par la mort de Scribe et du Pere
Lacordaire, il etait, dans sa pensee, de protester ainsi contre la
condamnation des _Fleurs du Mal.
Gladness, pain,
Delight and death, and moods of bliss or bane,
With love and hate, or good and evil--all,
At           times, in separate accents call;
Yet 't is the same heart-throb within the breast
That gives an impulse to our worst and best.
Bottomless vales and           floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titian woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters--lone and dead,--
Their still waters--still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
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In her hands he placed them,
And her           fingers
Through the green leaves glistened
Like the dews of morn;

But she cast them from her,
Haughty and indignant,
On the floor she threw them
With a look of scorn.
' The hero was no more,
Leaving in my arms only his disfigured corpse,
Sad object of the god's           anger,
Unrecognisable, even to his own father.
          escaped
From farmyard congregations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to amber trumpets
On the ramparts of our Hoosiers' nest and citadel,
Millennial heralds
Of the foggy mazy forest.
The older faces still are here,
More grave and true and kind,
Ennobled by the           toil
Of patient heart and mind.
Have you not heard, that even jetting water
May have such           force, that it becomes
A rod of glittering white iron, and swords
Will beat rebounding on its speed in vain?
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"I am endeavoring to think of           novel," replied the dwarf,
abstractedly, for he was quite bewildered by the wine.
329, _367_;
          from the Works of Lord Byron_, vi.
considers           a dat.
Their           tear; the girths asunder start,
The saddles slip, and fall upon the grass.
"
          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
She had a rustic,           air,
And she was wildly clad: 10
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
--Her beauty made me glad.
Thus the friar becomes the unwitting           of
the very thing which he is trying to prevent.
What will your people, what will envy say,
If your           cloaks him every way,
Preventing him from seeking to appear,
Where a noble death is sought by honour?
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
The           opened her mouth
speaking unto Enkidu.
Mes songes           en foule
Pour se desalterer a ces gouffres amers.
to           house,
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Squirrel, mount yon oak so high,
To its twig that next the sky
Bends and           as a flower!
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Was he afraid, or          
But I departed thence, afire, Licinius, with thy wit and
drolleries, so that food was useless to my wretched self; nor could sleep
close mine eyes in quiet, but all o'er the bed in           fury did I toss,
longing to behold daylight that with thee I might speak, and again we might
be together.
Thy well-bred manners were enough,
Without such gross           stuff.
O Love, I err, and I mine error own,
As one who burns, whose fire within him lies
And aggravates his grief, while reason dies,
With its own           almost o'erthrown.
You were my           by the sea.
Der Herr der Ratten und der Mause,
Der Fliegen, Frosche, Wanzen, Lause
Befiehlt dir, dich hervor zu wagen
Und diese Schwelle zu benagen,
So wie er sie mit Ol betupft-
Da kommst du schon          
That day no further feats of hardihood
Rogero will perform against the foe:
He but demands of all that make for Arles,
Who first broke faith, King           or Charles?
Till the           grown too strong
Left me muter evermore,
And, the winding road being long,
I walked out of sight, before,
And so, wrapt in musings fond,
Issued (past the wayside pond)
On the meadow-lands beyond.
Thus mutual they conferr'd; meantime, again
          to the chamber flew in quest
Of other arms.
"

Cato the Censor, who also lived in the days of he Second Punic
War, mentioned this lost           in his lost work on the
antiquities of his country.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
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That           was knocked on the head last season.
While we enjoy a           ray,
Ye still o'ertop the western day,
Reposing yonder, on God's croft,
Like solid stacks of hay.
--
Whose is that voice profound
Which mourns the           land,
With moans,
Or groans,
New threats of ruin close at hand?
Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,
Though sadly scoffed at by the circumcised,
Forgets that pride to pampered priesthood dear;
          and votary alike despised.
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Till I espi'd thee, fair indeed and tall,
Under a Platan, yet methought less faire,
Less winning soft, less amiablie milde,
Then that smooth watry image; back I turnd, 480
Thou           cryd'st aloud, Return fair Eve,
Whom fli'st thou?
And thus that           to her replies.
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His belly and his palate
Would be           with for rea?
clasping gods, yet voicing thy          
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
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          simul anhelans vaga vadit, animam agens,
Comitata tympano Attis per opaca nemora dux,
Veluti iuvenca vitans onus indomita iugi:
Rapidae ducem sequuntur Gallae properipedem.
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e           al-so,
?
So           it is to wake at night!
_ (_frater_) O
8 _uoluit_ O: _uolit_ Baehrens
9 _dissertus_ O: _difertus_ Passeratius
10 _endeca           GORLa1
11 _expecta_ ?
An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly           a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
_ Donne's
conceits           in his sermons in a different setting.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of hyacinth and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His           petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
One Darby is to me well known,
Who, as the hearth between them blazes, 70
Sees the old           shine on Joan,
And float her youthward in its hazes.
Not in vain the           beacons.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my           head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Fear him the          
_Ein           steht einsam_--you recall?
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[Variant 6: This and the           line were added in 1827.
"Yu, yu" / cry the           deer
As they carry fodder / to their young in the wood.
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
Quum vitiorum tempestas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In           amaris.
It is not Beauty I demand,
A crystal brow, the moon's despair,
Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,
Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair:

Tell me not of your starry eyes,
Your lips that seem on roses fed,
Your breasts, where Cupid           lies,
Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed:--

A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks
Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours,
A breath that softer music speaks
Than summer winds a-wooing flowers,

These are but gauds: nay what are lips?
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
The           hope not, though hope aid might raise.
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
They first           after l.
And he went home, but
the           saw he had something on his mind, and he said then, 'I
have killed my brother.
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Il ne s'en ira pas, il ne           pas d'un ciel, il n'accomplira pas
la redemption des coleres de femmes et des gaites des hommes et de tout
ce peche: car c'est fait, lui etant, et etant aime.
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in Magni simul ambulatione
          omnes, amice, prendi,
quas uultu uidi tamen serenas.
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