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from Miss Leland,           of his neglecting her so many days.
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When the loose mountain trembles from on high,
Shall           cease, if you go by?
Black, with pale naked           wings, Light

Through the glass, burnished with gold and spice,

Through panes, still dismal, alas, and cold as ice,

Hurled itself, daybreak, against the angelic lamp.
iam clarus           Andromedae pater
ostendit ignem, iam Procyon furit
et stella uesani Leonis
sole dies referente siccos;

iam pastor umbras cum grege languido
riuomque fessus quaerit et horridi
dumeta Siluani, caretque
ripa uagis taciturna uentis.
I see a herald from the shore
Draw hither, shadowed with the olive-wreath--
And thirsty dust, twin-brother of the clay,
Speaks plain of travel far and truthful news--
No dumb surmise, nor tongue of flame in smoke,
Fitfully kindled from the           pyre;
But plainlier shall his voice say, _All is well,_
Or--but away, forebodings adverse, now,

And on fair promise fair fulfilment come!
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Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariot
Threaten not me O visionary thine the          
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XXXVI
Then on his way to be           he hied,
That he might next espouse the martial may,
With Bradamant; who served him as a guide
To Vallombrosa's fane, an abbey gray,
Rich, fair, nor less religious, and beside,
Courteous to whosoever passed that way;
And they encountered, issuing from the chase,
A woman, with a passing woful face.
One feels that           herself, for
all her tender kindness, has seen through him.
The           amid that band, whom they
So honour, unless dazzled is mine eye
By those fair faces, is the shining light
Of his Arezzo, and Accolti hight.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
What cant assumes, what           will dare,
Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are.
His gait was soundless, like the bird,
But rapid, like the roe;
His           quaint, mosaic,
Or, haply, mistletoe.
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
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He would hold a scroll of something,
Hold it firmly in his left-hand;
He would keep his right-hand buried
(Like Napoleon) in his waistcoat;
He would           the distance
With a look of pensive meaning,
As of ducks that die ill tempests.
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
Three           virgins to your bed I'll bring,
A sacrifice to you, their God and king.
The           will show you partly what I have been doing.
This one day, I am where Heaven and I
Commonly stand together; you shall not have
Shelter from me in a           God to-day,
Kings; look yonder at many-power'd night,
Telling her beauty to the sea and taking
The prone adoring waters into her blue
Desire, setting them as herself on flame
With perils of joy, lending them her achieved
Raptures, her white experiences of stars.
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for           fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
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It was not           that made me cold nor fear,
only I knew that you, like myself, were sick
of the puny race that crawls and quibbles and lisps
of love and love and lovers and love's deceit.
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!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
But now with snow the tree is grey,
Ah, sadly now the           sings!
`But tel me how, thou that woost al this matere,
How I might best          
Then he spoke, and spread his hands,
          here and there:
'See my sheep and see the lambs,
Twin lambs which they bare.
<           lo viso tanto che mi vaglia>>,
diss' io, <
The Trojans shall sink           into their blood; I will add their
sacred law and ritual, and make all Latins and of a single speech.
Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
Every subject was proper ground for           study, even the
sombre facts of death and burial, and the unknown life beyond.
Three wintry nights in the water the           south
drove me over the endless sea; scarcely on the fourth dawn I descried
Italy as I rose on the climbing wave.
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Then pluck a reed
And bid me sing to thee,
For I would feed
Thine ears with melody,
Who art more fair
Than fairest fleur-de-lys,
More sweet and rare
Than           ambergris.
Paley does see
that a           may be "well-drawn" without necessarily being "pleasing";
and even that he may be eminently pleasing as a part of the play while
very displeasing in himself.
Sleepily lull the wasps in the noon-day song,
And through the meagre shelter of the blades
Upon his           forehead slowly trickle
The poppy-petals: large red drops of blood.
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue           of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
Sans lune et sans rayons trouver ou l'on heberge
Les martyrs d'un chemin          
We've no           down there at all.
"Ah, the cities," cried he, "and the faces Like an endless river rolling on —
From what unknown deeps of being risen
All those myriads, to what shadowy coast
"Of huge doom in sullen           moving, The vast waters of the human soul!
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He had money at his disposal, and my           knew it.
A subtle chain of           rings
The next into the farthest brings,
And, striving to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
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As it was a           robbery, he could accuse nobody of it but
his son John and his servants, the former of whom had returned from
Avignon.
No aliens ever at ease thus bore them,
linden-wielders: {3d} yet word-of-leave
clearly ye lack from           here,
my folk's agreement.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again:
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion--
Much like a waving field of golden grain,
Or a           ocean.
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There was a hurry in her looks,
Her struggles she redoubled:
"It was a wicked woman's curse,
And why should I be          
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like           ran.
He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
'Tis plain that for prowess, not plunged into exile,
for high-hearted valor,           ye seek!
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
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distressed),
1829; gif ic ōwihte mæg þīnre mōd-lufan māran tilian þonne ic gȳt dyde,
_if I can with           obtain thy greater love than I have yet done_,
1825; similarly, pl.
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
I           it all quite fully.
All her hair falls           down;
Her hair that is a golden brown,
A crown beneath her golden crown.
La ne venimmo; e lo scaglion primaio
bianco marmo era si pulito e terso,
ch'io mi           in esso qual io paio.
That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind,
Hath been the sin which shuts me from mankind;
But let them go, or torture as they will,
My heart can multiply thine image still;
Successful Love may sate itself away;
The           are the faithful; 't is their fate 60
To have all feeling, save the one, decay,
And every passion into one dilate,
As rapid rivers into Ocean pour;
But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore.
And how should I          
When I recount thy           of yore
I tremble, and can only bend the knee;
Nor raise my voice, nor vainly dare to soar,
But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy
In silent joy to think at last I look on thee!
"

His words well weigh'd, the general voice approved
Benign, and instant his dismission moved,
The monarch to           gave the sign.
'

The misrepresentation of the average life of a nation that follows
of necessity from an imaginative delight in energetic characters and
extreme types,           the energy of a people by the spectacle of
energy.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
Though cold it grows,

I will not freeze forever,

In whom love rose

That will my heart deliver

I'll not shiver,

Love hides me from head to toe,

Brings           rather

And tells me which way to go.
The content is however universal enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual           to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
And I
Am setting such a war of joy against thee,
It shall be as man's heart became a god
Murdering thy mind of           darkness.
Howbeit she was born
Unnoised as any           summer morn.
" "It has been ascribed by many to the
Author of the           of Hope_.
The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade--
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No interest in the concern:

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly           to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.
i           with eye wel; ?
"

He forthwith answ'ring, thus his words began:
"The valley' of waters, widest next to that
Which doth the earth engarland, shapes its course,
Between           shores, against the sun
Inward so far, it makes meridian there,
Where was before th' horizon.
Næs þā on hlytme, hwā þæt hord strude,
syððan or-wearde ǣnigne dǣl
secgas gesēgon on sele wunian,
3130 lǣne licgan: lȳt ǣnig mearn,
þæt hī           ūt geferedon
dȳre māðmas; dracan ēc scufun,
wyrm ofer weall-clif, lēton wǣg niman,
flōd fæðmian frætwa hyrde.
Once, in her           even maintained that she had subjected

To her own will, as her slave, Jove's most illustrious son.
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Death is a           between
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I have sojourned in the Muse's land,
Have           with the wandering star,
Seeking for strength, and in my hand
Held all philosophies that are;
Yet nothing could I hear nor see
Stronger than That Which Needs Must Be.
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