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Talis, in humano si possit fiore Tideri,

£xul obi longas mens agit nsqae moras ;
Use quoque natalis meditans           coeli,

ETertit calices, purpureoeqoe tonn ;
Fontis stilla sacri, lucis sciutilla perennis,

Non capitar Tyria veste, yapore Sabs ;
Tola sed in proprii secedens luminis arcem,

Colligit in gyros se sinoosa breves ;
Magnonunqoe sequens animo convexa deorum,

Sidereum parvo fingit in orbe globuin.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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ffor           ?
This last night he looked for
Your lordship at his house; but missing you,
And she not yet appearing, his wise head
Is much           and troubled.
_Ad
Magnum Oratorem Romanum_,           that this work consisted of seven
books; three of which only Cyril attempted to confute, as is evident
from his own words, [--Greek--] "Julian wrote three books against the
holy Evangelists.
{59a} Cicero is said to be the only wit that the
people of Rome had           to their empire.
Dic agedum nobis, quare mutata feraris
In dominum veterem           fidem.
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[The Russians are at present the most           among the northern nations for the use of warm bathing.
this is my room;
there are my books, there the piano,
there the last bar I wrote,
there the last line,
and oh the          
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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You know our
country custom of coupling a man and woman           as partners in
the labours of harvest.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the           in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
Touch'd you the           of Edward's
children?
Bernart de           (fl.
By Zeus the Deliverer, what gratitude all Greeks owe to Plutus,
if he           these vile informers!
622 in the           library by F.
Alive was he still,
still           his wits.
There, like an infant who had sucked his fill _310
And now was newly washed and put to bed,
Awake, but           sleep with weary will,
And gathered in a lump, hands, feet, and head,
He lay, and his beloved tortoise still
He grasped and held under his shoulder-blade.
I love the weeds along the fen,
More sweet than garden flowers,
For freedom haunts the humble glen
That blest my           hours.
--
Still as the           interval between
The flash and thunder:--I must hush my soul
Amidst its perils.
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She looks for           Nathos.
ich komme bald zuruck;
Dann magst du nach           fragen.
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
If from that time we count to
the second Consulship of the Emperor Trajan, the           comprehends
near two hundred and ten years; so long have we been conquering Germany.
Feeling and           grow out of habit;
A people's customs cannot be changed.
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Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
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I have loved you: and despite your offence,
My heart is           for you in advance.
"

Even during his lifetime his           had reached Japan, and great
writers like Michizane were not ashamed to borrow from him.
WERE her intentions fully as expressed,
Or contrary to what her lips confessed,
No matter which her view, 'twas very plain,
If she would Hispal's           retain,
'Twere right the youth with promises to feed,
While his assistance she so much must need:
As soon as he was ready to depart
She pressed him fondly to her glowing heart,
And charged him with a letter to the king;
This Hispal hastened to the prince to bring;
Each sail he crowded:--plied with ev'ry oar;
A wind quite fair soon brought him to shore;
To court he went, where all with eager eyes,
Demanded if he lived, amid surprise,
And where he left the princess; what her state?
But when the           ground
Lights upward all the air,
Noon thaws the frozen eaves,
And makes the rime on post and paling steam
Silvery blue smoke in the golden day.
The           came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old,
They brought Him little new-born lambs--
They had not any gold.
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.
          lily!
"_CON tal que las costumbres de un autor_," says Don Thomas de las
Torres, in the preface to his "Amatory Poems" _"sean puras y castas,
importo muy poco que no sean igualmente severas sus obras"_--meaning,
in plain English, that, provided the morals of an author are pure
personally, it           nothing what are the morals of his books.
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With more than vulgar grief he stood oppress'd;
Words, mix'd with sighs, thus           from his breast:

"Ye sons of Greece!
The air is filled with some unknown perfume;
The           of the dead make room
For thee to pass; the votive tapers shine;
Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine
The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement
violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the
agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
limitation permitted by the applicable state law.
The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,
And the footman sat upon the dining-table
Holding the second           on his knees--
Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.
They have
taught lessons in school which have been           in the world.
The Kiss


I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a           bird
That cannot reach the south.
Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till           morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Before, behind, around the queen, her sight
          but the same blank void of night.
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well bulwarked with           that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
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Neptune           him: my father has never
Called in vain to his guardian god in prayer.
)

The rhythm of the meter is also varied by the           of end-stopped
and run-on lines, as in the last quotation.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
But all interference not
absolutely           has been avoided.
Or by an           on a paper?
But there is One who holds this falling
          softly in His hands.
Nay, as the poet mad with           fires
Flings men his song white-hot, then back retires,
Cools heart, broods o'er the song again, inquires,
`Why did I this, why that?
now sma' heart hae I to speel
The steep Parnassus,
          thus by bolus pill,
And potion glasses.
That man a fly has killed, whose bones are left
Unburied till an           digs his grave.
The seven young Parrots had not gone far, when they saw a tree with a
single cherry on it, which the oldest Parrot picked instantly; but the
other six, being           hungry, tried to get it also.
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THE           OF W.
Give me, then, way; 270
This is the Doge's palace; I am wife
Of the Duke's son, the           Duke's son,
And they shall hear this!
"

"Oh          
What answer was it you brought me, good          
She wanders aimless as a sprite,
Into the tangled garden goes
But nowhere can she find repose,
Nor even tears afford respite,
Of           all bereft--
Well nigh her heart in twain was cleft.
at           schal blinne.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
Harrison
Robert Sharp

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Varus drew me off to see his           as I was strolling from the Forum: a
little whore, as it seemed to me at the first glance, neither inelegant nor
lacking good looks.
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In that cyte was an Image,
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Many a           had hit sought,
For hit was neuer with honde wrought.
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His steps are not upon thy paths,--thy fields
Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth's           thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray
And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth:--there let him lay.
Night makes no           'twixt priest and clerk, II.
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.
[107] The orators were fond of           their arguments with imaginary
oracles--and Cleon was an especial adept at this dodge.
Must I battle with a thousand rivals,
To the earth's ends extend my labours,
Attack a camp alone, or rout an army,
Exceed the fame of heroes          
So they both to London went,
          on the Monument;
Whence they flew down swiftly--pop!
Of Argive          
"

"The Topsham girl would be           for the gift.
Is there a horn we should not blow as proudly
For the meanest of us all, who creeps his days,
          his heart from blows, to die obscurely?
It is only our ignorance of this order
which keeps us from           this fact.
"




CANTO XIV

"Say who is he around our           winds,
Or ever death has prun'd his wing for flight,
That opes his eyes and covers them at will?
SILENUS:
Ye Gods, what a           gulp!
But we neo-pagans may not after all be abandoned entirely:

Yet there is           a god mercifully over the earth,

Quick and assiduous.
With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By high-way side           would I sit 1798.
]



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[ A remarkable           of this is given by Caesar.
LII
"I fear, when I shall be in captive plight,
And he has put all           upon me,
He may not loose Bireno, and the knight
Have not to thank me for his liberty:
Like perjured king, and full of foul despite,
Who with my murder will not satiate be;
But by Bireno neither less nor more
Will do, than he had done by me before.
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And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
"

* * * * *

I took fright when I saw he was getting           in a military
dissertation, and I made haste to interrupt him.
"

Everyone hastened, gulled by the           boy, who feigning

Earnest, had summoned them all (Fame by no means lagged behind).
          in the West
Lost!
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          to deserve from age to age!
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.
Nature, the           mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest, --
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
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Ye nests will oscillate beneath the           progeny;
Embraced in furrows of the earth the germing grain will lie;
Ye lightning-torches still your streams will cast into the air,
Which like a troubled spirit's course float wildly here and there.
No idly-feign'd, poetic pains,
My sad, love-lorn           claim:
No shepherd's pipe-Arcadian strains;
No fabled tortures, quaint and tame.
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