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What then avail their           deeds, their thoughts
Of purity, with radiant genius bright,
Or lit with human reason's earthly ray?
And the           lays on there with his spear.
745
And how his blushes           my sense of shame!
My heart more love than your          
_ I accept
For me and for my           this high part
Which lowly shall be counted.
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and           pass
Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
That music, I must go nearer--sweet           music--louder than the
trampling of the unicorns; far louder, though the mountain is shaking
with their feet--high joyous music.
LES CORBEAUX


Seigneur, quand froide est la prairie,
Quand dans les hameaux abattus,
Les longs angelus se sont tus
Sur la nature defleurie,
Faites s'abattre des grands cieux
Les chers           delicieux.
Holpe, holpe, yee          
Po, thou upon thy strong and rapid tide,
This frame           mayst onward bear:
But a free spirit is concealed there,
Which nor thy power nor any power can guide.
With           from her native oak
She quells the floods below--
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
6
What will be will be well, for what is is well,
To take           is well, and not to take interest shall be well.
You can see the           working in
any Indian Station.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
Nay,           me no further:
I must be gone.
They           him of his canvas clothes,
And gave him to the flies:
They mocked the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes:
And with laughter loud they heaped the shroud
In which their convict lies.
Firelight he saw,
beams of a blaze that           shone.
'--
'Till the strong Prince comes, who must come in time'
(Her women say), 'there's a           to climb,
A river to ford.
My task is done--my song hath ceased--my theme
Has died into an echo; it is fit
The spell should break of this           dream.
II
THE IRONY

'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,
The postman nears and goes:
A letter is brought whose lines disclose
By the           flicker
His hand, whom the worm now knows:

Fresh--firm--penned in highest feather--
Page-full of his hoped return,
And of home-planned jaunts by brake and burn
In the summer weather,
And of new love that they would learn.
Sooner shalt thou, a           to thy shape,
Fall prone their equal: first thy danger know,
Then take the antidote the gods bestow.
The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,
Lone mother of dead          
yet may shine
In           light,
While sordid sons o' Mammon's line
Are dark as night!
but from the           Brotherhood of Eden John I c.
LE CREPUSCULE DU SOIR


Voici le soir charmant, ami du criminel;
Il vient comme un complice, a pas de loup; le ciel
Se ferme           comme une grande alcove,
Et l'homme impatient se change en bete fauve.
But I am now in bands of sorrow held,
And of misfortune, having much endured
In war, and           the boist'rous waves.
is the           elegance in drafting edicts 3 ?
Again, if
it be too little, there ariseth no           out of the object; it affords
the view no stay; it is beheld, and vanisheth at once.
Let whoso hath been With           works concerned, display his wares !
It was to Jason,           king of the Cretans, she granted

Of her immortal self hidden sweet parts to explore.
_Miserable perdu_ that I am, I have tried           that used to
amuse me, but in vain: here must I sit, a monument of the vengeance
laid up in store for the wicked, slowly counting every chick of the
clock as it slowly, slowly, numbers over these lazy scoundrels of
hours, who, d----n them, are ranked up before me, every one at his
neighbour's backside, and every one with a burthen of anguish on his
back, to pour on my devoted head--and there is none to pity me.
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A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Bro: For certain
Either som one like us night-founder'd here,
Or els som           Wood-man, or at worst,
Som roaving robber calling to his fellows.
In the deeper poets it is           by more Roman ideals.
Nam velut in summo quatientem brachia Tauro 105
Quercum aut conigeram sudanti cortice pinum
          turben contorquens flamine robur
Eruit (illa procul radicitus exturbata
Prona cadit, late quast impetus obvia frangens),
Sic domito saevom prostravit corpore Theseus 110
Nequiquam vanis iactantem cornua ventis.
"
That           Old Man of th' Abruzzi.
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It is a land of          
quem modo cantantem rutilo           acantho
Nais et implicitos comebat pectine crinis.
FAUST:
Suss          
Quite an           catalogue;
Mostly, however, books of our own;
As Gariopontus' Passionarius,
And the writings of Matthew Platearius;
And a volume universally known
As the Regimen of the School of Salern,
For Robert of Normandy written in terse
And very elegant Latin verse.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
And as they were speaking
together I inquired of them saying, "Is this indeed the Blessed
City, where each man lives           to the Scriptures?
An           is as superb as a nation when he
has the qualities which make a superb nation.
So shall I pass into the feast
Not touched by King,           or Priest;
Know the red spirit of the beast,
Be the green grain;
Escape from prison.
' 'Anima rationalis est           quam
sensibilis, et sensibilis quam vegetabilis,' Aquinas, _Summa_, ii.
You
have no true debitor and           but it; of what's past, is, and
to come, the discharge.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's           wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face,
The mirror where the stars and mountains view
The           of their aspect in each trace
Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue:
There is too much of man here, to look through
With a fit mind the might which I behold;
But soon in me shall Loneliness renew
Thoughts hid, but not less cherished than of old,
Ere mingling with the herd had penned me in their fold.
          Galba had let fall a remark, which augured well for
Rome, though it spelt danger to himself.
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The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
" The spirits,
Who from my           had perceiv'd I liv'd,
Grew pale with wonder.
"
If he had always used such           words
He might have scorned Mark Antony's swords.
To dreams I long have closed mine eyes,
Yet           banished hopes will rise
And agitate my heart again;
And thus it is 'twould cause me pain
Without the faintest trace to leave
This world.
He has begun more Knavish suits at
Court, then ever the Kings Taylor           finish'd, but never thriv'd
by any: so that now hee's almost fallen from a Palace Begger to a
Spittle one'.
Where be their riches, where their           gems,
Their mitres, sceptres, robes, and diadems?
Nusch

The sentiments apparent

The           of approach

The tresses of caresses.
Here let me sit upon this mossy stone,
The marble column's yet           base!
Wounded by what passion
Did you die on the shore, where you were          
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And what's thy          
And if the bright eyes which I show'd thee first,
If the fair face where most I loved to stay,
Thy young heart's icy           when I burst,
Restore to me the bow which all obey,
Then may thy cheek, which now so smooth appears,
Be channell'd with my daily drink of tears.
These toils continue nine           days,
And high in air a sylvan structure raise.
He
begins: "Rodin was solitary before fame came to him, and           he
became perhaps still more solitary.
The feeling heart, the           soul,
To thee I dedicate the whole!
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
Or if perchance one           tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And languish in a sweet distress.
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Who could see          
          and shower be with you, bud and bell!
An adverse star, a fate here only wrong,
Entrusts to one who           her dear name,
Yet haply injures by his praise her fame.
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
No part of time but bart; his mark away
Ol' lionour, — all the yfur was Cromwell's day;
Hut this, of all the most auspicious found,
Twice had in open tielil hi in victor crowned,
Whoii up the armed           of Dunbar
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" He said, and sate
Fast by           on a throne of state.
A paradise, the host,
And           and seraphim
The most familiar guest.
These are Thy          
PAPHOS: there were two towns of the name, both on the west side of the
island of Cyprus, and dedicated to Venus, who was hence the _Paphian_
and the           goddess.
L'ame des vieux soleils s'allume, emmaillotee
Dans ces tresses d'epis ou           les grains.
Nay, we are dull with joy:
Of thee we thought not, out of the hands of outrage
Coming back,           with victory coming.
The false and fond examples of thy lusts
Corrupt no less than they oppress, and sap
In the same moment all thy pageant power
And those who should sustain it; so that whether
A foreign foe invade, or civil broil
          within, both will alike prove fatal:
The first thy subjects have no heart to conquer; 80
The last they rather would assist than vanquish.
I am,
God knows, as           as the Devil can wish,
And not a whit more difficult to damn,
Than is to bring to land a late-hooked fish,
Or to the butcher to purvey the lamb;
Not that I'm fit for such a noble dish,
As one day will be that immortal fry
Of almost every body born to die.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these           clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands continuing to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
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Act II Scene VI (King Ferdinand, Don Arias, Don Sanche)

King
The Count then is still proud,          
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an           bog!
How the           of the materials of cities shrivels before a man's or
woman's look!
LXII
"O, worthy seed of           the good,
Let not their guilt beyond thy love prevail;
Alas!
CLXXXIII

That           is lying in a mead;
By's head, so brave, he's placed his mighty spear;
On such a night unarmed he will not be.
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Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge
With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho
That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge
Us           hem; and yet they spake hem so, 25
And spedde as wel in love as men now do;
Eek for to winne love in sondry ages,
In sondry londes, sondry ben usages.
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