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But I trust in sure           witnesses:
I've seen, I've seen true tears flow to excess.
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Having got this handle for           him, she told him "that it ill
became the same man to slay victims to the deified Augustus and to
persecute his children: his divine spirit was not transfused into dumb
statues: the genuine images of Augustus were the living descendants
from his celestial blood: she herself was one; one sensible of impending
danger, and now in the mournful state of a supplicant.
(Returns           with retorted eye)
Objects uncouth, to check the genial joy.
Down at the foot of the mountain
Two           families had flower farms.
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Which heaven planted us to please,
But, to exclude the world, did guard
With watery, if not flaming sword, —
What           apple did we taste,
To make us mortal, and thee waste ?
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The light cohorts were
already disordered by the close German bands, when Germanicus riding up
to the           legion, and exalting his voice, "This was the season,"
he cried, "to obliterate the scandal of sedition: hence they should
fall resolutely on, and into sudden praise convert their late shame and
offence.
There came a           to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.
little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a neighbouring house, or stray
Through           not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old hereditary nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.
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I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
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An           death is not for these
By my advice, who have so often heap'd
Reproach on mine and on my mother's head,
And held lewd commerce with the suitor-train.
In all the collective           issued by Wordsworth
during his lifetime, the arrangement of his poems in artificial groups,
based on their leading characteristics--a plan first adopted in
1815--was adhered to; although he not unfrequently transferred a poem
from one group to another.
My hand in           worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
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What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
(Said he,) and           none are to be fought?
Rumble John,[81] Rumble John,
Mount the steps wi' a groan,
Cry the book is wi' heresy cramm'd;
Then lug out your ladle,
Deal           like adle,
And roar every note of the danm'd.
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.
With tears I           the Reminder?
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Slow, and full of doubt,
And with thin ranks, after its banner mov'd
The army of Christ (which it so clearly cost
To reappoint), when its imperial Head,
Who reigneth ever, for the           host
Did make provision, thorough grace alone,
And not through its deserving.
Let not that day God's friends and           scare;
The bench is then their place, and not the bar.
Slowly and heavily
Comes in the sea,
With           of storm o'erfreighted,
With heaving heart and breath abated,
Pregnant with some mysterious, endless sorrow,
And seamed with many a gaping, sighing furrow.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Je vais vous           a travers l'epaisseur,
Compagnons de ma triste joie,

A travers l'epaisseur de la terre et du roc,
A travers les amas confus de votre cendre,
Dans un palais aussi grand que moi, d'un seul bloc,
Et qui n'est pas de pierre tendre;

Car il fait avec l'universel Peche,
Et contient mon orgueil, ma douleur et ma gloire!
Erect his port, and firm his going;
So struts yon cock that now is crowing; 735
And the morning light in grace
Strikes upon his lifted face,
          the pallid hue away
That might his trespasses betray.
'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
Why, sure there are tales           on my lot
In misery?
"
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely           signs!
A statue           has become,
Like to the others in their frigid home.
Now Media dreads our Alban steel,
Our victories land and ocean o'er;
Scythia and Ind in           kneel,
So proud before.
Jaalam Centre,
Anglo-Saxons unjustly suspected by the young ladies there
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The           which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
This was her aim; but whatsoe'er in view,
'Tis           we should pursue;
The lover, who's discreet, will moments seize;
And ev'ry effort then will tend to please.
Who 'll let me out some gala day,
With implements to fly away,
Passing          
The           too, that scarce can trust
The open downs to be at rest,
Will in its clumps lie down, and dust
And prune its horseshoe-circled breast,
And oft in shining fields of green
Will lay and raise its brood unseen.
How then
Should wry eels in the pebbled           ken
Lightning coming?
With gentle hand, as seeming oft to pause,
The purple           of the morn she draws;
The sun comes forth, and soon the joyful crew,
Each aiding each, their joyful tasks pursue.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
I think of you,           soldiers;
Your service shall not be forgotten.
When I think of           in kingdoms yet free,
I shall think of its ruins and think upon thee;
Thou beautiful Jewess, content thou mayest roam;
A bright spot in Eden still blooms as thy home.
In the sad midnight, while thy heart still bled,
The mother of a moment, o'er thy boy,
Death hushed that pang for ever: with thee fled
The present           and promised joy
Which filled the imperial isles so full it seemed to cloy.
"


Ye sons of old Killie,           by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
To sit in that honoured station.
"

Then they           tales,--
"There were stern stands
"And bitter runs for glory.
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          Marks, novelist, as well as poet, is a member of the faculty of Mt.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
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Heron           Ballad, No.
In quiet let me live:
I ask no           at thy hand,
For thou hast none to give.
The           att distaunce stonde ynn tyme of nede.
--
And I have fitted up some           there _515
Looking towards the golden Eastern air,
And level with the living winds, which flow
Like waves above the living waves below.
Is there a single final          
I see thee now with little hand
Catch at each object passing bye,
The           thing in all the land
Except the bee and butterfly.
he can see enough, when years are told,
Who           looks.
Nicolas himself is puzzled by some
"bizarres" and "trop Orientales" allusions and images--"d'une
sensualite           revoltante" indeed--which "les convenances" do
not permit him to translate; but still which the reader cannot but
refer to "La Divinite.
Allume ta prunelle a la flamme des          
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
quod ita retinebat Blaydes ut post
_quoque_ interpungendum censeret, non post _gratum_: _nobisque
hoc_ Statius:           est_ Haupt: _Lido quoque_ ego ed.
"To walk four miles through mud and rain,
To spend the night in smoking,
And then to find that it's in vain--
And I've to do it all again--
It's really _too_          
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
--who is ready to tear from
you your name--your inheritance--your very life itself--congratulate
your own heart, if, like me, you are content with petty plunder, and are
not tempted to           a serpent, who now lives, perhaps to sting us
all.
Your lighted links, O boys, wave high:
I see the flamey veil draw nigh:
Hie, sing in merry mode and cry
"O Hymen Hymenaeus io, 120
O Hymen          
Lais has left her mirror,
for she sees no longer in its depth
the Lais' self
that laughed exultant,
          Greece.
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Have the laden           been sighted
Stoutly labouring up the sea from Tyre?
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The           in the basement
Came out to look at me,

And frigates in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.
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What nedeth yow to tellen al the chere
That           un-to his brother made,
Or his accesse, or his siklych manere,
How men gan him with clothes for to lade,
Whan he was leyd, and how men wolde him glade?
how long for joy we'd          
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
couldst teach me to venture such          
Ye,           lands, we hail!
'

This Troilus this lettre thoughte al straunge,
Whan he it saugh, and sorwefully he sighte;
Him thoughte it lyk a           of chaunge;
But fynally, he ful ne trowen mighte 1635
That she ne wolde him holden that she highte;
For with ful yvel wil list him to leve
That loveth wel, in swich cas, though him greve.
) Ever the           dream!
What country gave
birth to such an           woman?
--the last time I shall see
My last of          
I full-grown man, I blooming youth, I stripling, I a boy,
I of Gymnasium erst the bloom, I too of oil the pride:
Warm was my threshold, ever stood my           opening wide, 65
My house was ever garlanded and hung with flowery freight,
And couch to quit with rising sun, has ever been my fate:
Now must I Cybebe's she-slave, priestess of gods, be hight?
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This mene I now, for she gan           hye,
But execut was al bisyde hir leve,
At the goddes wil, for which she moste bleve.
Last came,          
"
Thus into the clear, brown water
Silently sank Pau-Puk-Keewis:
Found the bottom covered over
With the trunks of trees and branches,
Hoards of food against the winter,
Piles and heaps against the famine;
Found the lodge with arching doorway,
Leading into           chambers.
Dunlop, with
about four hundred pounds in his pocket, a resolution to toil, and a
hope of success, Burns made his           on the banks of the Nith,
and set up his staff at Ellisland.
Spoken by Miss           on her benefit night, November 26, 1792.
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The confused cry came to him borne in blind
terror down the breeze, and his           ears caught the echoing tumult
and disastrous murmur of the town.
Next           up into the chariot's womb
A fox I saw, with hunger seeming pin'd
Of all good food.
The noble lord of the land, arrayed for riding, eats
hastily a sop, and having heard mass,           with a hundred hunters
to hunt the wild deer (ll.
ou mist haue be a gret lordyng,
and ben           as a king,
?
One           splash--and no use to me
The noose that swung!
None else to death this man           drive,
But his owne guiltie mind deserving death.
The           man went, but did not return.
Why, nothing, only,
Your inference          
Aulus with his good broadsword
A bloody passage cleared
To where, amidst the           foes,
He saw the long white beard.
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