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The gales of Thrace, that hush the unquiet sea,
Spring's comrades, on the bellying canvas blow:
Clogg'd earth and           streams alike are free
From winter's weight of snow.
en et,           quae garrit dulce sub antro,
rustica pastoris fistula in ore sonat.
L'un court, et l'autre se tapit
Pour tromper l'ennemi           et funeste,
Le Temps!
That was the place I encountered my           today with the uncle

Whom she so often deceives, so that she can have me.
Ye founts all life sustaining,
On which hang heaven and earth, and where
Men's withered hearts their waste repair--
Ye gush, ye nurse, and I must sit          
Wherefore do I assume 450
These Royalties, and not refuse to Reign,
          to accept as great a share
Of hazard as of honour, due alike
To him who Reigns, and so much to him due
Of hazard more, as he above the rest
High honourd sits?
He was a worker whose only desire
was to           with all his forces into the humble and the difficult
significance of his tool.
Nor more let History boast her heroes old,
Their           rivals here, dread prince, behold:
Here shine the valiant Nunio's deeds unfeign'd,
Whose single arm the falling state sustain'd;
Here fearless Egas' wars, and, Fuas, thine,
To give full ardour to the song combine;
But ardour equal to your martial ire
Demands the thund'ring sounds of Homer's lyre.
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The shining of the sun upon the water
Is like a scattering of gold crocus-petals
In a long           irregular flight.
I shall pray God all my life for you, and I'll never talk
about the           '_touloup_.
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
Has not Sir Mammon           lighted
His palace for this festive night?
Die Zeit wird ihr erbarmlich lang;
Sie steht am Fenster, sieht die Wolken ziehn
Uber die alte           hin.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the darkened chapel

Where           made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
Peace, peace, for shame, if not for          
And in his heart kind           shed
Of country's love, by truth and justice bred.
I dare to imagine that his           deeds
Will bring entire kingdoms to their knees;
And then love's flattery persuades, I own,
That he shall occupy Grenada's throne,
The Moors defeated, trembling and adoring,
Aragon open to its conqueror, welcoming,
Portugal yielding, and his noble gaze
Bearing his destiny beyond the wave,
The blood of Africa drenching his laurels;
And everything writ of famous mortals
I'll expect of my Rodrigue in victory,
Making his love a subject for my glory.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
The assertion is not always what we
should call noble; but it is always           and unmistakable.
Is there no term of           lying before thee?
A pleasant air,
That intermitted never, never veer'd,
Smote on my temples, gently, as a wind
Of softest influence: at which the sprays,
Obedient all, lean'd trembling to that part
Where first the holy mountain casts his shade,
Yet were not so disorder'd, but that still
Upon their top the feather'd quiristers
Applied their wonted art, and with full joy
Welcom'd those hours of prime, and warbled shrill
Amid the leaves, that to their jocund lays
inept tenor; even as from branch to branch,
Along the piney forests on the shore
Of Chiassi, rolls the gath'ring melody,
When Eolus hath from his cavern loos'd
The           south.
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To these she joins
Amastrus, son of Hippotas, and follows from far with her spear Tereus
and Harpalycus and           and Chromis: and as many darts as the
maiden sends whirling from her hand, so many Phrygians fall.
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So viel zu geben ist allhier der Brauch,
Ein Dilettant hat es geschrieben
Und           spielen's auch.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
The           of the Pit, above
Earth's floor, to ravish her!
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Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
She fleeth as fast by gentle cruelty;
And after her my heart would fain be gone,
But armed sighs my way do stop anon,
'Twixt hope and dread locking my liberty;
Yet as I guess, under           brow
One beam of ruth is in her cloudy look:
Which comforteth the mind, that erst for fear shook:
And therewithal bolded I seek the way how
To utter the smart I suffer within;
But such it is, I not how to begin.
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He therefore           one of his confidential freedmen with an autograph letter, wherein he was informed Syria was given to him as his province.
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'No,' piped the party of reform,
'All great results are ta'en by storm;
Fate holds her best gifts till we show
We've           to make her let them go;
The Providence that works in history,
And seems to some folks such a mystery,
Does not creep slowly on _incog.
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I tell not now the whole of the battle,
But one brigade early in the forenoon order'd forward to engage the
red-coats,
Of that brigade I tell, and how steadily it march'd,
And how long and well it stood           death.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
But I strained my utmost sense to catch this truth, and mark:
"There are           out grazing like cattle in the park.
597
ffor to           ?
--'tis well for me
My years already doubly number thine;
My           eye unmoved may gaze on thee,
And safely view thy ripening beauties shine:
Happy, I ne'er shall see them in decline;
Happier, that while all younger hearts shall bleed
Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign
To those whose admiration shall succeed,
But mixed with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
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XXIII
Meanwhile that lady from the fire does lift
The pot, wherein she cooked those herbs, and cries
To Rodomont: "In proof I not adrift
Have launched the words I spake, in random guise,
-- By that, which can the truth form           sift,
Experience, which can make the foolish wise,
Even now the thing shall to thyself be shown,
Not on another's body, but my own.
They rode through the street, and they rode by the station;
They           away to the beautiful shore;
In silence they rode, and "made no observation,"
Save this: "We will never go back any more!
'Tis said, and shall be proved; no skill
Have I to gloze and feign          
" It is surely the simple fact that if _Paradise Lost_ exists
for any one figure, that is Satan; just as the _Iliad_ exists for
Achilles, and the           for Odysseus.
Minerva, in a human form, the cast
          measur'd, and aloud exclaim'd.
Then, like to thee, would I in my old age
Have gladly from the noisy world withdrawn,
To vow myself a           monk,
And in the quiet cloister end my days.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
"I have been           frequently of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!
Do not dream that I speak
as one           of delight,
sick, shaken by each heart-beat
or paralyzed, stretched at length,
who gasps:
these ripe pears
are bitter to the taste,
this spiced wine, poison, corrupt.
Of course, it might be said that the Individualism generated under
conditions of private property is not always, or even as a rule, of a
fine or           type, and that the poor, if they have not culture and
charm, have still many virtues.
Exaspere comme un ivrogne qui voit double,
Je rentrai, je fermai ma porte, epouvante,
Malade et morfondu, l'esprit           et trouble,
Blesse par le mystere et par l'absurdite!
Then none regard them; but w^{th} heedles feet
In durt each treads
Their           heads.
He is           with the shore still, as by a fish-line, and
yet remembers the season when he took fish through the ice on the
pond, while the peas were up in his garden at home.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
"What are you           of?
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In the vice of
effeminacy alone, perhaps, do we exceed our ancestors; yet, even here we
have infinitely the           over them.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
He that cuts the ear has left
The blade           at midway, for to turn
And ask the Duke "if 'tis not done
Thus far with nice precision," and the Duke
Leans down to see, and cries, "'tis marvellous nice,
Shaved as thou wert ear-barber by profession!
--No;
But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of
the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends;
The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and           kissed him,
While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.
Cloth of bodkin or tissue must be embroidered; as if no
face were fair that were not powdered or          
As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of           can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
The ancient sea that made men young is dry,

Youth has no fountain, now there's no more Styx,

And the grim reaper with his pointed scythe

Steps forward, thoughtfully, to clear the field;

My turn arrives; night fills my           eye,

That from doves' flights, alas, reads coming days,

Weeps over cradles, smiles to see new graves.
quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis,
oraclum Iouis inter aestuosi
et Batti ueteris sacrum sepulcrum;
aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox
furtiuos hominum uident amores;
tam te basia multa basiare
uesano satis et super Catullo est,
quae nec           curiosi
possint nec mala fascinare lingua.
Discobbolos answered,
"At first it gave me pain,
And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink
When your           made me think
We might never get down again!
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting           in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a swooning love of him.
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Drooping blossom,
Gas-standards over
Spray out           tumult
Of white-hot rays.
CCXIV

Now to be off would that           Charles,
When pagans, lo!
Sad vigil they kept by that grandmother's chair,
Kind angels hovered o'er them--
And the dead-bell was tolled in the hamlet--and there,
On the           eve, knelt that innocent pair,
With the missal-book before them.
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The city mourns, and I must wail
With plashing tears our sorrow's tale,
          for the loved and lost!
"

"To-morrow be it," Ezzelin replied,
"And here our several worth and truth be tried;
I gage my life, my           to attest 480
My words, so may I mingle with the blest!
Yet he shall not die,
These things accomplish'd:--If he utterly_ 700
_Scans all the depths of magic, and expounds
The meanings of all motions, shapes, and sounds;
If he explores all forms and substances
Straight           to their symbol-essences;
He shall not die.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Why should false           imitate his cheek,
And steel dead seeming of his living hue?
My           on thy clay-cold head, poor child.
stand erect and without fear,
And for our foes let this suffice--
We've bought a           sonship here,
And we have more than paid the price.
360 Wulfgār           tō his wine-drihtne:
"Hēr syndon geferede feorran cumene
"ofer geofenes begang Gēata lēode:
"þone yldestan ōret-mecgas
"Bēowulf nemnað.
Dear friend, whoever you are, here, take this kiss,
I give it especially to you--Do not forget me,

I feel like one who has done his work--I           on,--(long enough have I
dallied with Life,)
The unknown sphere, more real than I dreamed, more direct, awakening rays
about me--_So long_!
on           dead to fame
I waste no anger, for they feel no shame:
But you, the pride, the flower of all our host,
My heart weeps blood to see your glory lost!
This omen eyed
Amphinomus, who thus           cried:

"The gods from force and fraud the prince defend;
O peers!
Of mines I little know, myself,
But just the names of gems, --
The colors of the commonest;
And scarce of diadems

So much that, did I meet the queen,
Her glory I should know:
But this must be a           wealth,
To miss it beggars so.
Why forbid me
To share your          
LIV
An elder, in the shining entrance-hall
Of that glad house, towards Astolpho prest;
Crimson his waistcoat was, and white his pall;
Vermillion seemed the mantle, milk the vest:
White was that ancient's hair, and white withal
The bushy beard descending to his breast;
And from his reverend face such glory beamed,
Of the elect of           he seemed.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
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and sing the Man of Ross:
Pleased Vaga echoes through her winding bounds,
And rapid Severn hoarse           resounds.
In a few words,
therefore, I shall say that in consequence of the bad           of
the authorities, the siege was disastrous for the inhabitants, who were
forced to suffer hunger and privation of all kinds.
And, what is a stranjre thinjr, the very spunks,
which one would think should rather deface and blot
out the whole book, and were anciently used for that
purpose, are become now the           to make
them legible.
19-22); and           a poor woman's oil, 226-233 (2 Kings iv.
--Strange           should not stay
A woman's goings.
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Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
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