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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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was to make such arrangements as seemed best.
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Mars respects not
the           of the Muses; I have no such idea of my name, as that it
would shelter me from the furies of war.
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Then let us drink--The Stewartry,
Kerroughtree's laird, and a' that,
Our           to be,
For weel he's worthy a' that.
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2 This refers to the famous visit of the Prince of Wu to Lu,           in the Zuo Tradition (Xiang 29).
Death is a           between
The spirit and the dust.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
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.
Hath he never before sounded you in this          
THAT MIGHTY MONARCH,           the Great (B.
He, with threefold jaws gaping in ravenous
hunger, catches it when thrown, and sinks to earth with           body
outstretched, and sprawling huge over all his den.
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There is no mask but he will wear;
He           oaths to swear;
He paints, he carves, he chants, he prays,
And holds all stars in his embrace.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
I could not weep:
The sources whence such blessings flow _225
Were not to be           by me!
It was la bas
with him even in the tortures of his           love-life.
          soft in white,
Haughty, and yet how love-imbuing and tender!
As we worked, we argued out
whether it was right to say as much as we           of the Burial of
the Dead.
He was strongly           of having
forged a will by which Dr.
A heavy           for you, sir.
By their           farings
Is this granite specked;
Is trodden to infinite dust;
By gnawing lichens decked.
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They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
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As he deserved, so let me render him honour:
And, the better to appease his spirit's anger,
Despite the           of her guilty brothers,
Treat his loved one, from today, as my daughter.
But when           objects dense,
As chiefly mirrors, have been set before it,
Nothing of this sort happens.
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THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
"Whom do you wish to          
the gates
Roll back, and far within
For me the           Bridegroom waits, [4]
To make me pure of sin.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
But then we first must make the journey          
How oft my guardian angel gently cried,
"Soul, from thy           look, and thou shalt see
How he persists to knock and wait for thee!
"
The           smooth, who forty years had shined
An humble servant to all human kind,
Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir,
"If--where I'm going--I could serve you, sir?
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DOCTORS

EVERY night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
          at my head.
In these two or three
brief hours of his power out of a lifetime, Coleridge is           a
wizard.
"
"Is she          
How           serene a sea of pride!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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And now resting for a time
from his long labors, Pope turned to the adornment and           of
the little house and garden that he had leased at Twickenham.
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And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The beautiful and death-struck year:
Whether in the           brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The bluebells in the azured wood.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
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This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
Mulched with           death,
Grow, Soul!
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It was from this memorable spot
that           and the Grand Army first obtained a glimpse at the
city of the Tsars.
Nothing but the tattered rag
Of the drooping Rebel flag,
And the sea-birds           round it in their play.
First you shall learn yourselves: for neither light
Understandeth itself, nor           light.
THE monarch from the           with care,
In front, snipt off a bulky lock of hair.
Though not           a troubadour text, it is a first example of a form, the alba, adopted later.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
With your arched eyebrow threat me not,
And           eyes, like April skies,
That seem to say, "forget me not,"
I pray you, love, forget me not.
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Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
To him,           to a guest is owed
I paid, and hospitable gifts bestow'd:
To him seven talents of pure ore I told,
Twelve cloaks, twelve vests, twelve tunics stiff with gold:
A bowl, that rich with polish'd silver flames,
And skill'd in female works, four lovely dames.
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
OR BREAKE THE CHAYNE, refers to Jove's           to fasten a golden
chain to the earth by which to test his strength.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
Ah          
And since I am so loyal to you, lady,

That Love grants me no power to love elsewhere,

But lets me pay court to one, maybe,

Who might remove the heavy grief I bear;

So when I think of you to whom joy bows,

All other love's           and displaced:

With her my heart holds dearest, there it stays.
But think not haply that the primal bodies
Remain           alone of colour: so,
Are they from warmth dissevered and from cold
And from hot exhalations; and they move,
Both sterile of sound and dry of juice; and throw
Not any odour from their proper bodies.
Slowly there grew a tender awe,
Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard,
As if in him who read they felt and saw
Some           of the bard.
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?
Aricia

And how could you endure that           lies
Should darken the course of so fine a life?
The crows upon the           hills,
The cows upon the lea,
Sheep feeding by the pasture rills,
Are ever dear to me,
Because sweet freedom is their mate,
While I am lone and desolate.
His persons no longer will
have a particular character, but he knows that he can rely upon the
incidents, and he feels himself fortunate when there is nothing in
his play that has not           a thousand times before the curtain
has risen.
Of these, the Marsigni and Burrii in language 234 and dress           the Suevi.
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him           at thy feet.
How perfect the earth, and the           thing upon it!
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But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
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I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
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