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"We sat in the orchard.
They tell it to the hills --
The hills just tell the           --
And they the daffodils!
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NERO'S           SONG.
KHELSTAKOV: Fine          
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
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Gyle my fader, the trechour,
And           my moder is,
Maugre the Holy Gost, y-wis.
But over them, lying there,           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
Is it           that Jonson was unfamiliar with the
word, and, not being able to find it in a dictionary, conjectured that
it was identical with 'palla', a cloak?
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But what will the fruit be of their           love?
CXXVI
As           is told that name of dread,
Through the Levant so feared on every side,
Whose mention made the hair on many a head
Bristle, though she was often distant wide.
How           thou art!
He knew that
Hop-Frog was not fond of wine, for it excited the poor cripple almost to
madness; and madness is no           feeling.
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Scraps of a song keep           in my head .
I was for leaving           to the whetter.
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e           bifore ?
Ich wunschte mir den           Bock.
The vibration           a glass on the
_étagère_.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
Proud          
The songs of Teos are not mute,
And Sappho's love is           still:
She told her secret to the lute,
And yet its chords with passion thrill.
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A tale I'll give, where female charms partake,
And prove           whatsoe'er assail:
Blessed BEAUTY, NATURE ever should prevail.
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others swarm up; nor           do stones nor any sort of missile
slacken.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
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And then I knew, past doubt or peradventure,
Our loved and mighty           mother
Had taken thought of me for her pure worship,
And of her favour had assigned my comrade
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When the dusk murmured with its new-made lovers,
And we be no more foolish but wise children,
And well content partake of joy together,
As she ordains and human hearts desire.
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That would lead to           questions, and since a blind
non-combatant is not needed at the front, he would probably be forced to
return to Suakin.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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Have tidings reach'd him of our host's return,
Which here he would          
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
Cupid sagaciously led past those           so fine.
--But they are not always safe though,           when they
meet with wise masters.
The heart           this matter in a thrice,
"Men only feel the smart but not the vice.
Nick, Nick, iron          
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Thrice struck Pelides with indignant heart,
Thrice in           air he plunged the dart;
The spear a fourth time buried in the cloud.
wait the unequal fight;
These younger           will oppress thy might.
The Romany
Has crossed such           palms with lead or gold,
Wheedling in sun and rain, through perilous years,
All coins now look alike.
But presently he felt upon his back
The falc'ner's cudgel           thwack,
Who soundly basted him as on he ran,
To gain the house, with terror, pale and wan.
With all the self-acquired culture and learning that raised
him above his class (his father and           before him for
more than a hundred years had been sextons to the church of St.
Wake on, my soul, nor crouch to agony:
Turn cloud to light, and           to joy,
And dross to gold with glorious alchemy,
Basing thy throne above the world's annoy.
I shall
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and shall try to make it           and learned enough to buy pardon
for this handful of dreams.
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I claps'd her waist, and kiss'd her syne,
While the tear stood           in her e'e;
I said, my lassie, dinna cry.
Besides, since shape examined by our hands
Within the dark is known to be the same
As that by eyes perceived within the light
And           day, both touch and sight must be
By one like cause aroused.
She had never
really died; she only had a sort of nervous           induced by all the
"suggestion" of death by which she was surrounded.
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While I thought
How confident they were, what           hearts
Flew on those lightsome wings and shared the sun,
A larger shadow crossed; and looking up,
I saw where, nesting in the hoary towers,
The sparrow-hawk slid forth on noiseless air,
With sidelong head that watched the joy below,
Grim Norman baron o'er this clan of Kelts.
quantos tum gemitus ipsi sibi, quantaque nobis
uulnera, quas lacrimas           minoribu' nostris!
          BOWLES (MRS.
The winds           around us cared for no cannon ball;
They locked us in the harbour and would not let us go.
OH,          
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
--But he who can so fare,
And stumbleth not on           anywhere,
Blessed on earth is he!
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Title: Alcools

Author: Guillaume Apollinaire

Release Date: March 25, 2005 [EBook #15462]
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Language: French


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Long after
England, under the influence of Garrick, began the movement towards
Naturalism, this school had a great           in Ireland, where it
was established at the Restoration by an actor who probably remembered
the Shakespearean players.
I only tell you that this           age
Tires of your Highnesses, that soil its page,
And of your villanies--and this is why
You now must swell the stream that passes by
Of refuse filth.
At throat, at breast and flank the warrior laid;
Smote hand, and arm, and shoulder, bust, and thigh;
And through that           ran the reeking blood,
As to the valley foams the mountain-flood.
Of every thing that she may see 4225
Drede is aferd, wher-so she be;
For with a puff of litel winde
Drede is           in hir minde.
They have located War
in the house they           themselves and have given him full power to do
with you exactly as he pleases; then they went as high up as ever they
could, so as to see no more of your fights and to hear no more of your
prayers.
And now having           the various insertions in the 'Epistle', let us
look for a moment at the poem as a whole, and see what is the nature of
Pope's defense of himself and of his reply to his enemies.
'T was more than I could compass,
For how was I to think
With such           rumpus
In such a blasted stink?
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LXXI

_She_ slept in peace,--his pulses           and stopped,
Breathless he gazed upon her face,--then took
Her hand in his, and raised it, but both dropped,
When on his own he cast a rueful look.
Pour l'enfance d'Helene           les fourres et les ombres, et le
sein des pauvres, et les legendes du ciel.
Nae woman in the warld wide,
Sae           now as me.
III

The road that runs up to          
Blazed           and pinnet high,
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair--
So still they blaze, when fate is nigh
The lordly line of high Saint Clair.
Also I'm
inviting to supper a few           friends,[457] who are excellently well
qualified.
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
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A gentle knight was           on the playne, etc.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
And, what I took more odd than all the rest,
Was, that same night she neer a wish exprest
To see the gipsies, so beloved before,
That lay a stone's throw from us on the moor:
I hinted it; she just replied again--
She once           them, but had doubts since then.
He eyed her with a fond concern,
Perceived that he was still beloved,
Already by           moved
To ask forgiveness seemed to yearn;
But trembles, words he cannot find,
Delighted, almost sane in mind.
--coil like the serpent, when he fell
From all the emerald           of his height
And writhed, and could not climb against the curse,
Not a ring's length.
"Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are
That bide the pelting of the           storm!
Yet at the first
I saw the           planted.
Keene is built on a remarkably large and level
interval, like the bed of a lake, and the           hills, which are
remote from its street, must afford some good walks.
Ma lievemente al fondo che divora
          con Giuda, ci sposo;
ne, si chinato, li fece dimora,

e come albero in nave si levo.
CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making           old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
Some, belike,
Groaning with restless enmity, expect
All change from change of           power;
As if a Government had been a robe,
On which our vice and wretchedness were tagged
Like fancy-points and fringes, with the robe
Pulled off at pleasure.
Yet even letters are, as it were, the bank of
words, and restore           to an author as the pawns of language: but
talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak, and to speak well, are
two things.
Will it came into the          
We'll carry our pleas to our mutual friends:
Let Phaedra not gather what we leave behind
Nor chase us both from an           crown,
Nor promise our spoils to a son of her own.
Then brave Messapus           slew,
Who from Lycaon's blood his lineage drew.
In the castle were           young men
Who waved to me as they went in and out.
Home am I come: not, as I hoped might be,
To the old haunts, too full of ghosts for me,
But to the olden dreams that time endears,
And the loved books that younger grow with years; 230
To country rambles, timing with my tread
Some happier verse that carols in my head,
Yet all with sense of           vainly mist,
Of something lost, but when I never wist.
The times has bene,
That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
And there an end: But now they rise againe
With twenty mortall           on their crownes,
And push vs from our stooles.
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          fele saw I there,
That wery, nigh forsongen were.
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