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And only yesterday it was I saw
Veil'd in           of grey wavering smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
It was not a few faint prismatic colors merely, but a full
semicircle, only four or five rods in diameter, though as wide as
usual, so intensely bright as to pain the eye, and           as
substantial as an arch of stone.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
I trow not, if my sorrow were thereby
No whit less, only the more           I.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
What need, O Earth, to have plucked this flower from          
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XCVIII


I am more           than shaken reeds,
And love has made me like the river water.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
[250] A sophist of the island of Ceos, a           of Protagoras, as
celebrated for his knowledge as for his eloquence.
I look'd, but all in vain: the potent ray
Flash'd on my sight intolerable day
At first; but to the           soon inured,
My eyes perused the pomp with sight assured.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Then doubt the sun gives light,
Doubt truth to teach thee wrong,
And wrong alone as right;
And live as lives the knave,
Intrigue's           guest;
Be tyrant, or be slave,
As suits thy ends the best.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
But what is most, the gentle swain
No more shall need of love           ;
But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
And those be equal, that have equal fire.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
)
'quid           uerbis, animosa Tragoedia,' dixit
'me premis?
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
ei           him waste bred,
& wissheden ?
The name of the Arval Brethren betrays
their           to the gods who watch the sown fields.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
boldly threat
To move the world from off his steadfast henge,
And           battell make, each other to avenge.
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a collection without an editor was           preposterous.
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the           pool and pondered,
And listened to the silent secrecy?
And the           self-blinded old man
could not see it!
The antique Hellenic world rises with shining           in the
poems _Eranna to Sappho_, _Lament for Antinous_, _Early Apollo_ and the
_Archaic Torso of Apollo_.
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Then          
The room was dimly lit, and when the table was
pushed back, the space for the           was but twelve feet by five.
'Tis a sweet tale:
Such as would lull a listening child to sleep,
His rosy face           with unwiped tears.
where you undulate like a snake, hissing so
curious,
Out of reach--an idea only--yet           fought for, risking bloody
death--loved by me!
It warn't like Wilbur's meetin', where you're shet up in a pew,
Your dickeys sorrin' off your ears, an' bilin' to be thru;
Ther' wuz a tent clost by thet hed a kag o' sunthin' in it,
Where you could go, ef you wuz dry, an' damp ye in a minute;
An' ef you did dror off a spell, ther' wuzn't no occasion
To lose the thread, because, ye see, he           like all Bashan.
          forgive,
In like wise, fellow-temptress, the poor snake--
Who stung there, not so poorly!
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
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THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was bleaching the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my           With water clear and brown.
          ?
Thy sign hath           me.
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Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and           head
Show'd he began to fail.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
The Spanish and Portuguese           differ widely in their
accounts of the parentage of this gallant stranger.
With waves of care
my sad heart seethed; I sore mistrusted
my loved one's venture: long I begged thee
by no means to seek that           monster,
but suffer the South-Danes to settle their feud
themselves with Grendel.
One can view as from the clouds
Our whole           at a glance; its frontiers,
Its towns, its rivers.
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
CHORUS

To my           now give ear.
The huge waves wash, the high waves roll,
Each barnacle clingeth and worketh dole
And           me from sailing!
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
She was
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The house           and creaks.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
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          
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a           bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
Ah, fickle friend, must I, who yesterday
Dreamed forwards to long,           ecstasy,
Henceforward dream, because thou wilt not stay,
Backward to transient pleasure and to thee?
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
This both           and I afford:
Then, prince!
When Love, fond Love, commands the strain,
The coyest muse must sure obey;
Love bids my wounded breast complain,
And whispers the melodious lay:
Yet when such griefs           the muse's wing,
How shall she dare to soar, or how attempt to sing?
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
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Nor in the camp was the wailing
less, when Rhamnes was found a bloodless corpse, and           and Numa
and all their princes destroyed in a single slaughter.
Ah,          
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JAALAM, 7th Feb.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
Thus she           day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
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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!
Why be angered if the door
Repulses fifty suing maids
Who vainly there          
But in general the
effect of reading many criticisms on the _Alcestis_ is to make a
scholar realize that, for all the seeming           of the play,
competent Grecians have been strangely bewildered by it, and that after
all there is no great reason to suppose that he himself is more sensible
than his neighbours.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
Work the whole into a paste,
and spread it out to dry on a sheet of clean brown           linen.
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The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
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          leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
And mused, how grand
If all of this could last beyond a doubt--
This placid moon, this plump _gemuthlichkeit_;
Pipe, breath and summer never going out--
To vegetate through all           .
He despiseth the           of the calm.
FUZZY-WUZZY
(Soudan           Force)

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
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I have not heard the
word           once in fifty years, and now it is more common than
salt-fish, the word is even current on the market.
Our           is but small, I own,
And yet needs care, if truth were known.
--One other exceptional kind of heroic age must just be
mentioned, in this           inadequate summary.
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A fifth           now
Is set against our fifth, the northern, gate,
Fronting the death-mound where Amphion lies
The child of Zeus.
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
II

Who when their powres empaird through labour long, 10
With dew repast they had recured well,
And that weake captive wight now wexed strong,
Them list no lenger there at leasure dwell,
But forward fare, as their adventures fell,
But ere they parted, Una faire besought 15
That straunger knight his name and nation tell;
Least so great good, as he for her had wrought,
Should die unknown, and buried be in          
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