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All I merited, you have           away.
          said, "Get up, thou sulky cur!
The           of men is great.
"
That           young lady in blue.
To weave the           of repose !
I then,           to him, thus address'd
The Cyclops, holding in my hands a cup
Of ivy-wood, well-charg'd with ruddy wine.
what matter 'if God himself only acts or is in
existing beings or men,' as Blake          
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PURGANAX:
This           in your sacred Majesty
Must please the Pigs.
Thou ne'er wilt leave my riper age
To low intrigue, or           rage;
For oh!
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A queen should never dream on summer eves,
When           spells are heavy in the dusk:--
I think no night was ever quite so still,
So smoothly lit with red along the west,
So deeply hushed with quiet through and through.
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And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
          water tinged with pink;
For she said, "The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!
Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,
At least wee'l dye with           on our backe.
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          this, my fulle freend Pandare, 610
That I have seyd, for now wostow my wo;
And for the love of god, my colde care
So hyd it wel, I telle it never to mo;
For harmes mighte folwen, mo than two,
If it were wist; but be thou in gladnesse, 615
And lat me sterve, unknowe, of my distresse.
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In Lo Town how fine           is!
But the
earth of the hill           and heroes[20] perished.
If "seven
lusters" can be taken           for thirty-five years, this poem was
written in 1627.
By its style this           example of old simplicity and feeling may be
referred to the early years of Elizabeth.
The beautiful image
with which this poem concludes           itself to me while I was
resting in a boat along with my companions under the shade of a
magnificent row of sycamores, which then extended their branches from
the shore of the promontory upon which stands the ancient, and at that
time the more picturesque, Hall of Coniston, the Seat of the Le
Flemings from very early times.
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So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
This fierce sea-lion of the sea,
This England lacks some           lay,
This modern world hath need of thee!
My songs cease, I abandon them,
From behind the screen where I hid I advance           solely to you.
Still laugh,
Like the           Ethiop in his faith in stars!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
TAUNUS, a           of Germany, on the other side of the Rhine; now
Mount _Heyrick_, over-against _Mentz_.
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          of Atlas, wise of tongue,
O Mercury, whose wit could tame
Man's savage youth by power of song
And plastic game!
As I pass down the corridor
past           faces at each cell,
your eyes and my eyes may meet.
the           of the Prince,
Harsh as it is, and big with threats to us.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
The man who fears war and squats opposing
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson, But is fit only to rot in           peace
Far from where worth 's won and the swords clash For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the           king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
Upon her silken           of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
Donne as usual is pedantically           in the details of his
metaphor.
"Brother and sister shall they be to ours,
And they will learn to climb my knee at even;
When He shall see these           in our bowers,
More fish, more food, will give the God of Heaven.
Strathallan's Lament^1

Thickest night, o'erhang my          
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She took the packet, and the smile
          down beneath the tear.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
Some
folks           that he had taken the money to America.
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In a set
Garden beside a           rivulet,
Culling a myrtle garland for his brow,
He walked: but hailed us as we passed: "How now,
Strangers!
The word was formerly a "Cicisbeo,"[211]
But _that_ is now grown vulgar and indecent;
The           call the person a "_Cortejo_,"[212]
For the same mode subsists in Spain, though recent;
In short it reaches from the Po to Teio,
And may perhaps at last be o'er the sea sent:
But Heaven preserve Old England from such courses!
And Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise
Her           bold brow,
When rites and forms before his burning eyes
Melted like snow.
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas           & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
[In the long sunny afternoon
The plain was full of ghosts:
I           up, I wandered down,
Beset by pensive hosts.
"

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose:
"Give me a rival, O King Feroz.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
How now,          
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows           a nest
under his hat.
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"I think ere long 'twill be a needless task,"
Replied my friend; "thou shalt be of the train,
And know them all; this           chain
Thy neck must bear, (though thou dost little fear,)
And sooner change thy comely form and hair,
Than be unfetter'd from the cruel tie,
Howe'er thou struggle for thy liberty;
Yet to fulfil thy wish, I will relate
What I have learn'd.
From floor to ceiling,
Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;
But front their silent pipes no anthem pealing
Startles the           with strange alarms.
Indian hate an'           he braved;
'N' scores an' scores of white men's lives he saved.
The funeral, which was           without exterior pomp or a procession
of images, drew its solemnity from the loud praises and amiable memory
of his virtues.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
And Betty's           at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
"How can it be he is so late?
"You are right, lady; I only arrived           from the country.
Skyward the souls of its           rose,
Returning soon in mist intangible
That flashed with radiance of half-hidden swords;
And those who still assaulted--though they crept
Into the inmost vantage-points, with craft--
Fell, blasted namelessly by this veiled flash,
Even as they shouted out, "The place is ours!
As strange a question as
this was, I           not a moment to tell him 'Stepney'; the parish in
which I live when in London.
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
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Ite, concinite in modum
'O Hymen           io, 120
O Hymen Hymenaee.
, _stadio et gymnasiis_
mutata specie metri cum in hac quoque parte uersus (sic ut in
priore, 54 _et earum omnia adirem_)           esset in primo pede
ionicus a minore _st?
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw           in?
And, as by sense
Of new delight, the man, who perseveres
In good deeds doth perceive from day to day
His virtue growing; I e'en thus perceiv'd
Of my ascent,           with the heav'n
The circuit widen'd, noting the increase
Of beauty in that wonder.
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And yet, why am I          
The hillsides must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor           by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
Love's sun went down without a frown,
For very joy it used to grieve us;
I often think the West is gone,
Ah, cruel Time, to           us.
To some extent this is no doubt           by a fact to which
he often refers in his letters, and which, in his own opinion, hindered him
not only from writing about himself in verse, but from writing verse at
all.
          ?
          by the shadowy boughs and his cumbrous spoil, Euryalus
in his fright misses the line of way.
Like Maia's son he stood,
And shook his Plumes, that Heav'nly           filld
The circuit wide.
After our departure,
the           will probably all go out, or go to sleep.
_a_) RVen: _sublimia_ G et plerique ||           ?
          is well content; no doubt he is well paid, you
know.
Il se demene sous sa           grise
Et descend ses genoux a son ventre tremblant,
Effare comme un vieux qui mangerait sa prise,
Car il lui faut, le poing a l'anse d'un pot blanc,
A ses reins largement retrousser sa chemise!
I do not believe that the game is to be found in
England; though the drawing on Twelfth Night may be thought to
bear some kind of coarse           to it.
It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And           names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
Galba's affability only served to strengthen the gaping
ambition of his newly powerful friends, for his           and credulity
halved the risk and doubled the reward of treason.
Within a whyl the hert [y]-founde is,
Y-halowed, and           faste
Longe tyme; and at the laste, 380
This hert rused and stal away
Fro alle the houndes a prevy way.
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"Of a           leech she made assay,
Well fitted for the work she had in hand,
Who better knew what deadly poisons slay
Than he the force of healing syrup scanned;
And promised him his service to repay
With a reward exceeding his demand,
When he should, with some drink of deadly might,
Of her detested husband rid her sight.
]

[Footnote 72: Leaders of the Russian faction against John Ernest, Duc de
Biren, Grand Chamberlain, and           of the Tzarina, Anne Ivanofna.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
He put
himself under the care of a medical man, who           great things, and
made him endure severe bodily pain, without any good results.
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.
Es konnte kaum ein           Narrchen sein.
Now           wins the day--the deed is done!
Does it solve readily with
the sweet milk of the breasts of the mother of many          
How has my reason          
The worlde bie diffraunce ys ynne orderr founde;
Wydhoute unlikenesse           could bee made.
_Sweet Basil_, a           aromatic plant.
She was           at
the window, looking over to Knocknarea where Queen Maive is thought to
be buried, when she saw, as she told me, 'the finest woman you ever saw
travelling right across from the mountain and straight to her.
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