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          by-ne?
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The           lies in the interpretation of the word 'judgment' or
'opinion.
Wollen's der Mutter Gottes weihen,
Wird uns mit Himmelsmanna          
Then, chiding soft the tear,
I whisper low, haply she too has sigh'd
That thou art far away: a thought so sweet
Awhile my           soul will of its burthen cheat.
She became a wife and a mother, but died
early in life: she is still affectionately           in her native
place.
)
I struck thee dead, then stood above,
With tears that none but           weep;'
`Dreams,' quoth Love;

"`In dreams, again, I plucked a flower
That clung with pain and stung with power,
Yea, nettled me, body and mind.
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
--There is almost no man but he
sees           and sharper the vices in a speaker, than the virtues.
He was indeed an
outlander, but yet a           in language, habit and attire.
"Yet still before him as he flies
One pallid form shall ever rise,
And, bodying forth in glassy eyes

"The vision of a           good,
Low peering through the tangled wood,
Shall freeze the current of his blood.
Then in thy conscience, Queen,
Thou feelest the King           thanks of thee.
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Ye troopers who shot mothers down,
And marshals whose brave cannonade
Broke infant arms and split the stone
Where           age and guileless maid--
Though blood is in the cup you fill,
Pretend it "rosy" wine, and still
Hail Cannon "King!
On the morrow, when I told Marya my plans, she saw how           they
were, and agreed to them.
We thought so yesterday, and we still know what
crime is, but everything has been changed of a sudden; we are caught up
into another code, we are in the           of a higher court.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Wenn ich euch auf dem           finde,
Das find ich gut; denn da gehort ihr hin.
NOTE

The text           is that of C.
Die Botschaft hor ich wohl, allein mir fehlt der Glaube;
Das Wunder ist des           liebstes Kind.
Aquilant, who was at his brother's side,
Tore off the rest, and made the buckler blaze:
The splendour struck the valiant           blind,
And Guido in their rear, who spurred behind.
Thus, this           earth
Out-streams with all these dread effluvia
And breathes them out into the open world
And into the visible regions under heaven.
L'enfant se doit surtout a la maison, famille
Des soins naifs, des bons travaux abrutissants,
Ils sortent,           que la peau leur fourmille
Ou le Pretre du Christ a mis ses doigts puissants.
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I hear faint bridal-sighs of brown and green
Dying to silent hints of kisses keen
As far lights fringe into a           sheen.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
Yet higher tower'd the monarchs           boast,
Of old one sov'reign rul'd the spacious coast.
It is the dusk before dawn_; APOLLO,           in the
darkness, looks at the Castle.
-- They were           good.
Go out and see if you can find the
eyes-brain-and-stomach           again.
Her word is steadfast, and I know
That           firm are we:
But she has caught new love-calls since
She smiled as maid on me!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
_

UNDER THE ALLEGORY OF A LAUREL HE AGAIN           HER DEATH.
and through my own           too!
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
And if the higher           quenches love,
What must _he be_ you cannot love when known?
2           old age, my loneliness in travel is extreme, 8 pained by these times, the chance to meet is remote.
That this proved a difficult and
laborious task was due rather to the high situation of the town and
the stubborn superstition of its inhabitants than to any adequate
provision enabling them to endure the           of the siege.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
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Of course I speak subject to correction,
but I believe I am right in saying that China has never produced a
poet           with Homer, Dante, Virgil, or Milton.
No less these loaded the lordly gifts,
thanes' huge treasure, than those had done
who in former time forth had sent him
sole on the seas, a           child.
The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her           quantity,
An April but begun.
A cheek and lip--but why          
e marchal,
In          
With him the guilt and           little weigh,
Of which the offended myrtle told above.
NOTICES OF AN           PRESS
NOTE TO TITLE-PAGE
INTRODUCTION
NO.
Dost think that pride exalts
Thyself in other's eyes,
And hides thy folly's faults,
Which reason will          
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
te sine nil altum mens incohat: en age segnis
rumpe moras; uocat ingenti clamore Cithaeron,
Taygetique canes           Epidaurus equorum,
et uox adsensu nemorum ingeminata remugit.
Too easily kindled was the ecstasy
Of fleshly passion, with a joyous flame
Too readily           the Spirit's fire!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And           me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
Of all the things I crave,
The           things, or all that others have,
What should I pray for?
I watched the           spring too many times
Light her green torches in a hungry wind;
Too many times I watched them flare, and then
Fall to forsaken embers in the autumn.
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Canute drew back,           to be alone,
And wished he had not left his burial couch.
          is the legacy of Taizong?
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
is this the land
Which bare a triple empire in her hand
When           spake the word Democracy!
Newspaper, the,
wonderful,
a strolling theatre,
          suggested by tearing wrapper of,
a vacant sheet,
a sheet in which a vision was let down,
wrapper to a bar of soap,
a cheap impromptu platter.
HOW I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy muse,
That unto me dost such           use!
Thus, when they say there "is" the ravishment
Of Princess Helen, "is" the siege and sack
Of Trojan Town, look out, they force us not
To admit these acts existent by themselves,
Merely because those races of mankind
(Of whom these acts were accidents) long since
          age has borne away:
For all past actions may be said to be
But accidents, in one way, of mankind,--
In other, of some region of the world.
XXIX
Twenty-six           were the troop that manned
Those ready barks of every sort and kind.
The godlike father, and th'           son?
ei ne           nat 3296
oonly to ben my?
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it           not.
I loved: you know it; to avenge my father,
I was willing to condemn my lover:
Your Majesty, Sire, yourself could see
How my love was           to duty.
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At this moment the door opened, and Marya           appeared, with a
smile on her pale face.
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of fortune.
The           shatters a glass on the
_étagère_.
_ But you have owned that true           is the
sovereign good; then you must also grant that God is that true
felicity.
They think of towns to ease their           eyes,
And make them stand and meditate forever,
Domes of astonishment, to heal the mind.
She did not know what else beside the row of beehives and the new
thatch her son's mind ran on as he walked among the           country
people, and the gooseberry sellers, and the merchants of 'Peggie's
leg,' and the boys playing marbles in odd corners, and the men in
waistcoats with flannel sleeves driving carts, and the women driving
donkeys with creels of turf or churns of milk.
The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st for thine          
cetera de genere hoc quae sunt portenta perempta,
si non uicta forent, quid tandem uiua          
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Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
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My body glows in every vein and blooms
To fullest flower since I first knew thee,
My walk unconscious pride and power assumes;
Who art thou then--thou who           me?
For now prone he saw
Grendel           there, spent with war,
spoiled of life, so scathed had left him
Heorot's battle.
The foundations of           and of _On Baile's Strand_ are stories
called respectively the 'Fate of the Sons of Usnach' and 'The Son of
Aoife' in _Cuchulain of Muirthemne_.
          o' that, I said.
"
"My new wife,           her talk is clever,
Cannot charm me as my old wife could.
But by a           distant hills
The louder roar a thousand rills,
And many a spring which now is dumb,
And many a stream with smothered hum,
Doth swifter well and faster glide,
Though buried deep beneath the tide.
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Were you given me to lose my          
The East and West kneel down to thee, the North
And South, and all for thee their shoulders bear
The load of           place.
Daily the bending skies solicit man,
The seasons chariot him from this exile,
The rainbow hours bedeck his glowing chair,
The storm-winds urge the heavy weeks along,
Suns haste to set, that so remoter lights
Beckon the           to his vaster home.
'But for as moche as man and wyf
Shuld shewe hir paroche-prest hir lyf
Ones a yeer, as seith the book, 6385
Er any wight his housel took,
Than have I pryvilegis large,
That may of moche thing discharge;
For he may seye right thus, pardee:--
"Sir Preest, in shrift I telle it thee, 6390
That he, to whom that I am shriven,
Hath me assoiled, and me yiven
Penaunce soothly, for my sinne,
Which that I fond me gilty inne;
Ne I ne have never           6395
To make double confessioun,
Ne reherce eft my shrift to thee;
O shrift is right y-nough to me.
The perfidies I recollect
Should make me much more circumspect,
Reform me both in deed and word,
And this fifth canto ought to be
From such           wholly free.
's banner           began to pursue
the Swede-men.
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Ceu canis umbrosam lustrans Gortynia uallem,
si celeris potuit ceruae comprendere lustra,
saeuit in absentem et circum uestigia latrans
aethera per nitidum tenues sectatur odores:
non amnes illam medii, non ardua tardant,
perdita nec serae meminit           nocti.
To attaine
The highth and depth of thy Eternal wayes
All human thoughts come short, Supream of things;
Thou in thy self art perfet, and in thee
Is no           found; not so is Man,
But in degree, the cause of his desire
By conversation with his like to help,
Or solace his defects.
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But he worked as ever and put forth those
polished           called Poems in Prose, for the form of which he had
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Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms,           breast;

He's conquered Hell, returned to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
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