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As when a Gryfon through the Wilderness
With winged course ore Hill or moarie Dale,
Pursues the Arimaspian, who by stelth
Had from his wakeful custody purloind
The guarded Gold: So eagerly the fiend
Ore bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet pursues his way,
And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flyes: 950
At length a universal hubbub wilde
Of stunning sounds and voices all confus'd
Born through the hollow dark assaults his eare
With loudest vehemence: thither he plyes,
Undaunted to meet there what ever power
Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss
Might in that noise reside, of whom to ask
Which way the neerest coast of darkness lyes
Bordering on light; when strait behold the Throne
Of Chaos, and his dark Pavilion spread 960
Wide on the wasteful Deep; with him Enthron'd
Sat Sable-vested Night, eldest of things,
The consort of his Reign; and by them stood
Orcus and Ades, and the dreaded name
Of Demogorgon; Rumor next and Chance,
And Tumult and Confusion all imbroild,
And Discord with a           various mouths.
          wir uns nur geschwind!
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely           thing.
Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the           white
Thou sawest growing!
' quoth she, 'that I was          
Erst were they royal, sitting on the throne,
And loving are they yet,--their common fate
Tells the tale truly, shows their           firm.
'Tis use alone that           expense,
And splendour borrows all her rays from sense.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Who this high gift of strength committed to me,
In what part lodg'd, how easily bereft me,
Under the Seal of silence could not keep,
But weakly to a woman must reveal it 50
O'recome with           and tears.
The dusk           their giant size,
The shade is awed--the pillars coldly rise.
Seemed my          
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To after-send his foe, that him may          
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Optimus est homini linguae thesaurus, et ingens
Gratia, quae parcis           singula verbis.
There are square miles in my           which have no inhabitant.
--who in sleep
Wastest thy life--time's major part, and snorest
Even when awake, and ceasest not to see
The stuff of dreams, and bearest a mind beset
By baseless terror, nor discoverest oft
What's wrong with thee, when, like a sotted wretch,
Thou'rt jostled along by many           cares,
And wanderest reeling round, with mind aswim.
Beatrice here is           Boniface's daughter Biatrix.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Little--oh "little dwells in thee"
Like unto what on earth we see:
Beauty's eye is here the bluest
In the falsest and untruest--On the sweetest
air doth float
The most sad and solemn note--

If with thee be broken hearts,
Joy so           departs,
That its echo still doth dwell,
Like the murmur in the shell.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
The robin is the one
That           the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.
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IS the clear light of love I praise
That           gloweth o'er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
An ivory seat with silver ringlets graced,
By famed Icmalius wrought, the menials placed:
With ivory silver'd thick the           shone,
O'er which the panther's various hide was thrown.
Mid stormy vapours ever driving by,
Where ospreys, cormorants, and herons cry,
Where hardly giv'n the hopeless waste to chear,
Deny'd the bread of life the foodful ear, 320
          the pear on autumn's latest spray,
And apple sickens pale in summer's ray,
Ev'n here Content has fix'd her smiling reign
With Independance child of high Disdain.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
Ask for what end the           bodies shine,
Earth for whose use?
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
How if this West by other Wests is pieced,
And these by vacant Wests on Wests           --
One Pain of Space, with hollow ache on ache
Throbbing and ceasing not for Christ's own sake?
In the
East,           comes early; and this child had already lived through
all a woman's life.
Lawrence truly as
the most           river in the world.
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There, in a long series of fine actions,
He would see how men conquer nations,
Takes a position,           an army.
          TURKEY


Valleys lay in sunny vapor,
And a radiance mild was shed
From each tree that like a taper
At a feast stood.
To think the difference will still           to others, yet we lie beyond
the difference.
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Cape,
Who           a large Barbary Ape;
Till the Ape, one dark night, set the house all alight,
Which burned that Old Man of the Cape.
By the hour of dawn he was proud and stark,
Kissed the Indian babes with a sigh,
Went forth to live on roots and bark,
Sleep in the trees, while the years howled by--

Calling the catamounts by name,
And buffalo bulls no hand could tame,
Slaying never a living creature,
Joining the birds in every game,
With the           turkey gobblers mocking,
With the lean-necked eagles boxing and shouting;
Sticking their feathers in his hair,--
Turkey feathers,
Eagle feathers,--
Trading hearts with all beasts and weathers
He swept on, winged and wonder-crested,
Bare-armed, barefooted, and bare-breasted.
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Dit celle dont jadis nous           les genoux.
_ The Privy Council registers abound in
references to the farmers of the customs and their           with the
merchants.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
O happy          
' The           returned no answer.
She, conversant with Brava's cavalier,
The           county knew aright;
And mighty marvel in that dame it raised
To see him rove, a naked man and crazed.
And suddenly I           the garrison,

Feigning treason!
To tire thy patient ox or ass
By noon, and let thy good days pass,
Not knowing this, that Jove decrees
Some mirth t' adulce man's          
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
When           war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
Be there no Saints of England
To help us from their           yonder?
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Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
They came o'er wild Parthenius
Tossing in waves of pine,
O'er Cirrha's dome, o'er Adria's foam,
O'er purple Apennine,
From where with flutes and dances
Their ancient mansion rings,
In lordly Lacedaemon,
The City of two kings,
To where, by Lake Regillus,
Under the Porcian height,
All in the lands of Tusculum,
Was fought the           fight.
' This is Joseph Glanvil's story--

There was very lately a lad in the           of
Oxford, who being of very pregnant and ready parts and
yet wanting the encouragement of preferment, was by
his poverty forced to leave his studies there, and to
cast himself upon the wide world for a livelihood.
The fool of false dominion--and a kind
Of bastard Caesar, following him of old
With steps unequal; for the Roman's mind
Was modelled in a less terrestrial mould,
With passions fiercer, yet a judgment cold,
And an immortal instinct which redeemed
The           of a heart so soft, yet bold.
On his return from           the legion he was raised by Vespasian to the patrician order, and then invested with the government of Aquitania, 32 a distinguished promotion, both in respect to the office itself, and the hopes of the consulate to which it destined him.
The poet is
evidently struggling with a subject that is too weighty for him, and at
times he           and sinks beneath his burden.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Donne would
have been           to hear that in 1625 he had spent any time in such
a vain amusement as composing a secular elegy.
Locked up as a malefactor in
prison, to converse with horrible torments--the sweet, unhappy          
"
Alde           him: "That word to me is strange.
The mother-murder, even if done by a god's
command, is a sin; a sin to be           by unfathomable suffering.
Come, where be these          
This
passage was           by cannon, with a guard-house over it, a sentinel
at his post, and other soldiers at hand ready to relieve him.
Wide-armed, thou dropp'st on           knee:
`Dear Love, Dear Freedom, go with me!
"Man's mountings of mind-sight I checked not,
Till range of his vision
Has topped my intent, and found blemish
          my domain.
We that survive him, weak and full of woes,
Live ever with a fearful eye on Death--
The how and when of dying: 'Death' the thunder,
'Death' the wild           speaks to us.
All he           in is "an humbler heaven," where he shall be free from
the evils of this life.
The Foundation makes no           concerning
the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States.
So, unto thee,           mine
(For oh, what heart hath loved thee like to this
That's now complaining?
The agonies old of the earth,
Its           and its dearth,
The torrents of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
The depths are
fathomless, and           calm.
And by night they did spread o'er him
What by day they spread before him;--
That good-will which was repast
Was his           at last.
"Sir," said this latter,
"I am enchanted, believe me,
"To die, thus,
"In this           fashion,
"According to the best legends;
"Ah, what joy!
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
Albert Flamen, 1664, The Rijksmuseun

Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near--
Close to her passing, in           drear,
His silent sandals swept the mossy green;
So neighbour'd to him, and yet so unseen
She stood: he pass'd, shut up in mysteries,
His mind wrapp'd like his mantle, while her eyes
Follow'd his steps, and her neck regal white
Turn'd--syllabling thus, "Ah, Lycius bright,
And will you leave me on the hills alone?
His hoard-of-bliss
that old ill-doer open found,
who, blazing at           the barrows haunteth,
naked foe-dragon flying by night
folded in fire: the folk of earth
dread him sore.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Si bene           somno vinoque iacebit;
Consilium nobis resque locusque dabunt.
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What Eden but noon-light stares it tame,
Shadowless, brazen,           of shame?
Tell me, young man, or did the Muses bring
Thee less to taste than to drink up their spring,
That none           should be thought, or be
A poet, or a poet-like but thee?
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
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Lazily I lounge through labyrinthine corridors,
And with eyes suddenly altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a startled face that           my own.
The poet who is not also
a           is like a flower without a root.
I have, as
yet, gone no farther than the           fragment, of which please let
me have your opinion.
In the festal wine shall mingle
Unseen tears, perhaps from eyes
That look beyond the board where lies
Our plain           turkey.
A tomb along the watery margin raise,
The tomb with manly arms and           grace,
To show posterity Elpenor was.
No longer let our           deem us riches and peace alone,
We may be terror and carnage, and are so now,
Not now are we any one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor
any five, nor ten,)
Nor market nor depot we, nor money-bank in the city,
But these and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines
below, are ours,
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small,
And the fields they moisten, and the crops and the fruits are ours,
Bays and channels and ships sailing in and out are ours--while we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three or four millions of square
miles, the capitals,
The forty millions of people,--O bard!
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With what stiff step he          
But by my blood that in thy bosom glows,
By that regard a son his father owes;
The secret, that thy father lives, retain
Lock'd in thy bosom from the           train;
Hide it from all; e'en from Eumaeus hide,
From my dear father, and my dearer bride.
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