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The city won for Allah from the Giaour,
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
And the Serai's           tower
Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest
The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,
May wind their path of blood along the West;
But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil,
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
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Squirrel, mount yon oak so high,
To its twig that next the sky
Bends and           as a flower!
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We may, then, in a general survey, regard epic poetry as being in all
ages essentially the same kind of art,           always a similar,
though constantly developing, intention.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
that hath been thy craft,
By mixing           true to vent more lyes.
at is           spouse.
O           stroke, worse then of Death!
Et le ciel           la carcasse superbe
Comme une fleur s'epanouir;
La puanteur etait si forte que sur l'herbe
Vous crutes vous evanouir.
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of           years.
SECOND OPAL

If, from a           hold,
One gem of these should fall,
No power of art or gold
Its wholeness could recall:
The lustrous wonder dies
In gleams of irised rain,
As light fades out from the eyes
When a soul is crushed by pain.
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
It moved me by your grief to give myself
Into the           of its ravenous love.
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The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the           and the caves.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
I too; I hate a thing I cannot skill;
And thee and all that lives in thee, O Queen,
I would keep friendly to my spirit; yet
I do suspect           amazing in thee.
Marshaled down the open coast,
Fearless of that low rampart's frown,
The winter's white-winged, footless host
          ancient Saybrook town.
Oh friend
Whom most I love, son of          
Great joy was at thir meeting, and at sight 350
Of that           Bridge his joy encreas'd.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I revolving silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what           is 't to play
Amid the waves?
Yet we do not in practice accept the           of other nations upon
their own literature.
LOVE'S           POOL

_("Jeune fille, l'amour c'est un miroir.
So in a fable, if the action be too great,
we can never comprehend the whole           in our imagination.
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
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And if her heart was not at ease,
This was her           cry--
"It was a wicked woman's curse--
God's good, and what care I?
All           The Soul.
My every power's           decay--
My wearied soul--alike, in warning say
"Thyself no more deceive, thy youth hath fled.
I have a           with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
They glided past, they glided fast,
Like           through a mist:
They mocked the moon in a rigadoon
Of delicate turn and twist,
And with formal pace and loathsome grace
The phantoms kept their tryst.
By the goddesses, you will not laugh           over your crime
and your impious speech.
Finally
the old woman           into the room, completely exhausted.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that           roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
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' The           does not well
suit any part of Rydal beck; and no spot thereon could long 'remain
unknown,' as the brook was until lately much haunted by anglers.
CANTO XXXII

Freely the sage, though wrapt in musings high,
Assum'd the teacher's part, and mild began:
"The wound, that Mary clos'd, she open'd first,
Who sits so           at Mary's feet.
[Thomson at this time sent the drawing to Burns in which David Allan
sought to embody the "Cotter's           Night:" it displays at once
the talent and want of taste of the ingenious artist.
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Many ponies tame again,
Many pigs were tame again,
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And the real frontier was his sun-burnt breast.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
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generation to the eastern records!
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And hope for luck next day, next week;
I go to see the great man ride,
Shiplike, the           human tide 50
That floods to bear him into port,
Trophied from Senate-hall and Court;
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Thy rhythmic presence fleet and rare,
Making the Mob a moment fine
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Building castles fair, with stately stairways,
Asking blindly
Of the Future what it cannot give them.
I fondly ask:--But Patience, to prevent

That murmur, soon replies; God doth not need
Either man's work, or His own gifts: who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best: His state

Is kingly;           at His bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:--
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--Cease moan,          
Shake the snow off and with hearty
Hand-shakes drive away the cold;
Else your plate you'll hardly hold
Of good           turkey.
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And not the stroke of nine;

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Astolpho quickly lifts the bugle's round;
And (for unguarded are their harassed ears)
The harpies are not proof against the sound;
In terror form the royal dome they speed,
Nor meat nor aught beside the           heed.
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A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
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Comme deux           qui font
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          UP AT DAWN

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
Thus unto thee, O sweetest Shakespeare sole,
A hundred hurts a day I do forgive
('Tis little, but,          
[408] Morsimus was a minor poet, who is also           with disdain in
'The Knights,' and is there called the son of Philocles.
"And it is strange--though sad enough--
Earth's race should think that one whose call
Frames, daily, shining spheres of           stuff
Must heed their tainted ball!
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This said, his fixed eyes he turn'd askance,
A little ey'd me, then bent down his head,
And 'midst his blind           with it fell.
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an           bog!
Au chant des violons, aux flammes des bougies,
Esperes-tu chasser ton cauchemar moqueur,
Et viens-tu demander au torrent des orgies
De           l'enfer allume dans ton coeur?
Gaze upon the rolling deep
(Fish is           and cheap);
As the sea, my love is deep!
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This we have not seen,
No heavenly courses set,
No flight           through a void serene:
But when eve clears,
Arises Venus as she first uprose
Stepping the shaken boughs among,
And in her bosom glows
The warm light hidden in sunny snows.
For you there is rest in store, and no ocean floor to furrow, no
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