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No savage           climbing to the skies
Should stay the godlike course with wild abysses;
And now the sea, with sheltering, warm recesses
Spreads out before the astonished eyes.
They were not, however, allowed to approach and speak to
Veleda or even to see her, but were kept at a           to inspire in
them the greater awe.
nam quo tam dubiae           spiritus horae?
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But thou brook'st not           at thy wine:
And France is wild for one to lead her souls;
But thou art huge and fat and laggest back
Among the remnants of forsaken camps.
High the cork arose
And Comet           foaming flows.
A woman, if her mind
So turn, can light on many a           thing
To fill her board.
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A           patron unto thee;
Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie
Torn for the use of pastery;
Or see thy injured leaves serve well
To make loose gowns for mackarel;
Or see the grocers, in a trice,
Make hoods of thee to serve out spice.
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I can enjoy her while she's kind,
But when she dances in the wind,
And shakes the wings and will not stay,
I puff the           away.
So forth and brighter fares my stream,--
Who drink it shall not thirst again;
No           stains its equal gleam.
What grievous hurt hath caused thee,          
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Then I           forth my arms.
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But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself,
For by the image of my cause I see
The           of his.
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That Emperour hath now six columns yare
Naimes the Duke the seventh next prepares
Of Peitevins and barons from Alverne;
Forty thousand           might be there;
Their horses good, their arms are all most fair.
NOTE: Though written and           by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE.
XXIII

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's           seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
You may
name it America, but it is not America; neither Americus Vespucius,
nor Columbus, nor the rest were the           of it.
And she hath watch'd
Many a           perch giddily
On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze,
And to that motion tune his wanton song,
Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head.
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Sweet sister, if you knew, like me,
The charms of           infancy,
No more you'd envy riper years,
Or smiles, more bitter than your tears.
Swiftly, I thought, in           gripe
on his bed of death to bind him down,
that he in the hent of this hand of mine
should breathe his last: but he broke away.
Sed frustra, heu frustra haec votis puerilibus opto:
Tecum abiit,           sedens jam monte Thalia
Ridet anhelantes, Parnassi & culmina vates
Desperare jubet.
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Prayers for the land.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Is Heaven a          
e           of ?
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my           are spent
as the black seeds.
We have kings, I say,
To keep cash going, and the game at play;
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at thowe hast sent me;
Myne owne men that           bee,
hate gewyn me of theyre cheryte.
Already
He is           tangled in her toils.
Nocte latent fures, quos idem saepe revertens,
Hespere, mutato           nomine Eous.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and
am not contain'd between my hat and boots,
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,
The earth good and the stars good, and their           all good.
Just heaven thee, like Tiresias, to requite,
Rewards with           thy loss of sight.
And now, far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is           again with bloom,
For June comes back.
          are as thoughts to her,
The measures of her hours;
Her feelings have the flagrancy,
The freshness of young flowers;
And lovely passions, changing oft,
So fill her, she appears
The image of themselves by turns,--
The idol of past years!
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HIS father's sense, his mother's grace,
In him, I hope, will always fit so;
With--still to keep him in good case--
The health and           of Rizzo.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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Of           Fabre tells how day after day
Around the rim of a vast earth pot they crawled,
Tricked thither as they filed shuffling out one morn
Head to tail when the common hunger called.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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if this West should own some other Pole,
And with his tangled ways perplex my soul
Until the maze grow mortal, and I die
Where           Nature clean hath gone astray,
On earth some other wit than Time's at play,
Some other God than mine above the sky!
We've no           down there at all.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
non peditem praecedit eques; non commoda castris
eligitur regio; uicibus           nullis
aduigilat uallo; non explorantur eundae
uitandaeque uiae; nullo se cornua flectunt
ordine: confusi passim per opaca uagantur
lustra, per ignotas angusto tramite uallis.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou           husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art polluted know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
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_Lines           to a Young Lady_, i.
I mean           by you and all,
I gather for myself and for this phantom looking down where we lead,
and following me and mine.
In shadowy           ghost-fires are green,5 mournful rivulets pour over broken roadways.
My happy falcon, Rosalind;
Hath daring fancies of her own,
Fresh as the dawn before the day,
Fresh as the early           blown
Through vineyards from an inland bay.
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
By Glaucus' spear the bold Iphmous bleeds,
Fix'd in the shoulder as he mounts his steeds;
          he tumbles: his slack nerves unbound,
Drop the cold useless members on the ground.
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Neither for yift ne for preching,
That of his chaffare, maugre his,
Another shal have as moche, y-wis,
If he wol yeve as moche as he, 5935
Of what contrey so that he be;
Or for right nought, so happe may,
If he can flater hir to hir pay.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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ou merciable to widewe; & to           childe.
e whiche           {and} powers yif ?
Sam: The first I saw at Timna, and she pleas'd
Mee, not my Parents, that I sought to wed, 220
The daughter of an Infidel: they knew not
That what I motion'd was of God; I knew
From           impulse, and therefore urg'd
The Marriage on; that by occasion hence
I might begin Israel's Deliverance,
The work to which I was divinely call'd;
She proving false, the next I took to Wife
(O that I never had!
For a sick Jew,
It is a very good           .
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"For Annie" was first           in the "Flag of our Union," in the
spring of 1849.
Among the chief of these
reasons is the interest which the mind           to words, not only as
symbols of the passion, but as 'things', active and efficient, which
are of themselves part of the passion.
Shall I never miss
Home-talk and           and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this?
For her I'll dare the billow's roar,
For her I'll trace a distant shore,
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my           lassie, O.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Lay this laurel on the one
Too           for renown.
It must be a longer period than the longest
life "in the world's hale and           days," that will make me
forget so dear a friend as Mr.
HOW THE WILD APPLE GROWS

But though these are indigenous, like the Indians, I doubt whether
they are any hardier than those backwoodsmen among the apple trees,
which, though descended from cultivated stocks, plant themselves in
distant fields and forests, where the soil is           to them.
Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
This Ode, beyond doubt one of the finest in our language, and more in
Milton's style than has been reached by any other poet, is occasionally
obscure from imitation of the           Latin syntax.
I say in it no holy hymn, I do no holy work,
I           hear the sabbath-bell that chimeth from the kirk.
a man must eat,
Arm,          
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e           bour,
a maiden god with gret honour,
to wedden wi?
And how many women have been

victims of your          
In Argos about the fold,
A story lingereth yet,
A voice of the           old,
That tells of the Lamb of Gold:
A lamb from a mother mild,
But the gold of it curled and beat;
And Pan, who holdeth the keys of the wild,
Bore it to Atreus' feet:
His wild reed pipes he blew,
And the reeds were filled with peace,
And a joy of singing before him flew,
Over the fiery fleece:
And up on the based rock,
As a herald cries, cried he:
"Gather ye, gather, O Argive folk,
The King's Sign to see,
The sign of the blest of God,
For he that hath this, hath all!
When a soft haze the world was veiling,
Each bud a miracle bespoke,
And from their stems a           flowers I broke,
Their fragrance through the vales exhaling.
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'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
'Twixt           and amaze,
In sooth no will had I to utter aught,
Or hear.
o she of           ros,
Atterliche hir agros
with care she was y-bound.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
These, Madam, are           of no ordinary anguish.
: in O           non est

1 _Furi_ codd.
'
And he gan at him-self to iape faste,
And seyde, `Nece, I have so greet a pyne 1165
For love, that every other day I faste' --
And gan his beste Iapes forth to caste;
And made hir so to laughe at his folye,
That she for           wende for to dye.
How do you think the man was          
But others, rising as they see the sail
Increase upon the sunset, hasten down,
Hands out and eyes elated; for they see
Head over head, crowding from bow to stern,
          their long loneliness with smiles,
The faces of their friends; and such go forth
Content upon the ebb tide, with safe hearts.
'8'

Tea was still in Queen Anne's day a luxury           to the rich.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
Bathe and relax its worn and weary shrouds
(Which ignorance with error intertwines),
          of tears, of scorn and anger clouds;
Hidden the twin dear lights which were my signs;
Reason and Art amid the waves lie dead,
And hope of gaining port is almost fled.
Instant the royal virgin him saw with longing glance, she whom the
chaste couch out-breathing sweetest of scents cradled in her mother's
tender enfoldings, like to the myrtle which the rivers of Eurotas produce,
or the many-tinted blooms opening with the springtide's breezes, she bent
not down away from him her kindling glance, until the flame spread through
her whole body, and burned into her           marrow.
Some consider this _fitt_ the           of Part (or Lay) II.
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(Grendel)           fræt folces Denigea fȳftȳne men, 1582.
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