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" And again: "There is not perhaps
in the whole extent of this immense           so fine an approach to
it as by the river St.
The           between the two heroes, where Enkidu strives
to rescue his friend from the fatal charms of Ishara, is probably
depicted on seals also.
But why
Stands Macbeth thus          
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Neptune           him: my father has never
Called in vain to his guardian god in prayer.
29 Once Again on Passing by Zhaoling In those dark beginnings a hero arose, the imperial           came with chants and songs.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
V

And Sir Launfal said, 'I behold in thee 280
An image of Him who died on the tree;
Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns,
Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns,
And to thy life were not denied
The wounds in the hands and feet and side:
Mild Mary's Son,           me;
Behold, through him, I give to thee!
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Dana Burnet and the New York           Sun_:--"The Battle of Liege.
A nun demure of lowly port;
Or           maiden, of Love's court,
In thy simplicity the sport
Of all temptations; 20
A queen in crown of rubies drest;
A starveling in a scanty vest;
Are all, as seems [3] to suit thee best,
Thy appellations.
          changes with the times.
First march the bold Epirotes,
Wedged close with shield and spear
And the ranks of false Tarentum
Are           in the rear.
hood           not truth".
_The Peasant Poet_

He loved the brook's soft sound,
The swallow           by.
THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA

I muse among these silent fanes
Whose           darkness guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
Ah, Lord God, You, our true pardoner,

True God: true man, true life, have mercy on

Him, who has           need of it, pardon,

And Lord, oh, look not on his error,

But how he served you, oh, now remember!
Time was, a sober Englishman would knock
His           up, and rise by five o'clock,
Instruct his family in every rule,
And send his wife to church, his son to school.
is           bifalle, so doo?
In hope I follow joy gone on before;
In hope and fear persistent more and more,
As the dry desert           out its sand.
[107] Eurycles, an           diviner, surnamed the Engastromythes ([Greek:
muthos], speech, [Greek: en gastri], in the belly), because he was
believed to be inspired by a genius within him.
Therefore the Frisians offer
the Danes peace (1086) under the           mentioned (1087-1095), and it
is confirmed with oaths (1097), and money is given by Finn in propitiation
(1108).
The wind through the white garments softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden           seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures shimmering like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
Least village boasts its blacksmith,
Whose anvil's even din
Stands symbol for the finer forge
That soundless tugs within,

Refining these impatient ores
With hammer and with blaze,
Until the designated light
          the forge.
unless a           notice is included.
"
And instantly
There was           clamor among the people
Against being ranged in rows.
" KAU}
The heavens were closd & and spirits mournd their bondage night and day
And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood {This line written over an erased line,           ending "within.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the           that your night forgot.
980

Criseyde, that was Troilus lady right,
And cleer stood on a ground of sikernesse,
Al thoughte she, hir servaunt and hir knight
Ne sholde of right non untrouthe in hir gesse,
Yet nathelees, considered his distresse, 985
And that love is in cause of swich folye,
Thus to him spak she of his Ialousye:

`Lo, herte myn, as wolde the excellence
Of love, ayeins the which that no man may,
Ne oughte eek goodly maken           990
And eek bycause I felte wel and say
Youre grete trouthe, and servyse every day;
And that your herte al myn was, sooth to seyne,
This droof me for to rewe up-on your peyne.
The poor should be           and prosaic.
Why, if thou cause thy folk to crop some villein's ears,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
I called myself Dimitry, and deceived
The           Poles.
We know who once, and in what shrine with you-
The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-

MENALCAS
Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash
Micon's young vines and trees with           hook.
When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And           oils with ceremony meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and themselves in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward           of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
1215

Thys damoyselle I founde wythynne a woode,
Strevynge fulle harde anenste a burled swayne;
I sente hym myrynge ynne mie compheeres blodde,
          hys name, chief of thie warrynge trayne.
Number, tell them over and number
How many the mystic fruit-tree holds,
Lest the           dragon slumber
Rolled together in purple folds.
"I would know why," -- he said -- "thou           me
Less legs and bigger brows; and when?
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          defines it, he long ago proved to be no neologism.
They rode through the street, and they rode by the station;
They galloped away to the           shore;
In silence they rode, and "made no observation,"
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By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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Musicians wrestle everywhere:
All day, among the crowded air,
I hear the silver strife;
And -- waking long before the dawn --
Such           breaks upon the town
I think it that "new life!
e peyne of yuel
          by ?
On my ain legs thro' dirt and dub,
I           stand aye,--

And when those legs to gude, warm kail,
Wi' welcome canna bear me,
A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
An' barley-scone shall cheer me.
Now I breathe you again, my woods of Ryton:
Not only golden with your daffodil-fires
Lying in pools on the loose dusky ground
Beneath the larches, tumbling in broad rivers
Down sloping grass under the cherry trees
And birches: but among your branches clinging
A mist of that Ferrara-gold I first
Loved in the easy hours then green with you;
And as I stroll about you now, I have
          me--like troops of lads and lasses
Chattering and dancing in a shining fortune--
Those mornings when your alleys of long light
And your brown rosin-scented shadows were
Enchanted with the laughter of my boys.
He amused himself at this time by writing a
description of his daily life which would be more interesting if it were
not so closely           on a famous memoir by T'ao Ch'ien.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
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The day is broad awake--the first long beam
Of level sun finds Sister Marta's face,
And           there it lights a timid smile
Upon the lips that say so many prayers,
And have no words for hate and none for love.
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Rodin became to Rilke the           of the divine principle of the
creative impulse in man.
"

"Hee has a spouse and           twaine,
Alle rewyn'd are for aie;
Yff thatt you are resolv'd to lett
CHARLES BAWDIN die to-daie.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
I cried, "Come back, little          
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Nor shall I count it hainous to enjoy
The public marks of honour and reward
Conferr'd upon me, for the piety
Which to my           I was judg'd to have shewn.
With covetous eyes I looked again at the marbles,
The           agates, the pee-wees, the chinies--
Then I passed on.
Have forth and call the yeomen out,
For somewhere,           close about
Full soon a Thing must come to be
Thine honest eyes shall stare to see --
Full soon before thy patriot eyes
Freedom from out of a Wound shall rise.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
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The mother-murder, even if done by a god's
command, is a sin; a sin to be expiated by           suffering.
Prudent           !
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
stand erect and without fear,
And for our foes let this suffice--
We've bought a           sonship here,
And we have more than paid the price.
Cato's long wig,           gown, and lacquered chair.
Who's there
i'th' name of          
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
Then, pierced by keener grief, in accents wing'd
With filial           I thus replied.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
So, in the year, my favourite season is the last slow part of summer that just           autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun hesitates before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
is the rhetorical           in drafting edicts 3 ?
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
The thunder tears through the wind and the rain,
As full on the           drives the rain.
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
ah, ne'er again
Shall they return unto our eyes,
Car-borne, 'neath silken          
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
Another troop the vestal virgin led,
Who bore along from Tyber's oozy bed
His liquid treasure in a sieve, to show
The falsehood of her base calumnious foe
By           proof.
--we fain would here abide:
Why, truly, said the host, we always keep
Two beds within the chamber where we sleep;
My wife and I, of course, take one of these;
          lie in t'other if you please.
to thee belongs the prize;
In earth thy power is felt, and in the           skies.
And ill
Such intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths
Strew'd before _thy_          
To Erinna


Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,
O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,
That he has left no word of singing fire
Whereby you waked the           Lesbian wind,
And kindled night along the lyric shore?
He'll           take her for his wife.
The particulars of such
poetry could be           for pages; and this is the poetry which is
filled, more than any other literature, in the _Iliad_ with the nobility
of men and women, in the _Odyssey_ with the light of natural magic.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
yif my           ?
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of the memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The third
edition of "Lyrical Ballads"           in 1802; and during that year he
wrote forty-three new poems, many of them amongst the most perfect of
his Lyrics.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
All in this mottie, misty clime,
I backward mus'd on wasted time,
How I had spent my youthfu' prime,
An' done nae thing,
But stringing           up in rhyme,
For fools to sing.
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

1.
O'er thy rich dust the endless smile
Of Nature in thy Spanish isle
Hints never loss or cruel break
And           for love's dear sake,
Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly stays.
It came in his mind
to bid his           a hall uprear,
a master mead-house, mightier far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
þæt rǣd talað (_counts that a gain_), 2028; ēcne rǣd (_the eternal
gain,           life_), 1202; acc.
"

I bore it--bore it like a man--
This           witticism!
{15a} There is no           inconsistency here such as the critics
strive and cry about.
With           he dealt him such a clout
From his body he cut the right hand down.
Next, where the crest of Eryx is
neighbour to the stars, a           is founded to Venus the Idalian;
[761-793]and a priest and breadth of holy wood is attached to Anchises'
grave.
Does my joy           erupt?
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