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I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the           shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
ma main dans ta           lourde
Semera le rubis, la perle et le saphir,
Afin qu'a mon, desir tu ne sois jamais sourde!
Sir Leoline, a moment's space,
Stood gazing on the damsel's face:
And the           Lord of Tryermaine
Came back upon his heart again.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
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But in the end how many words
Winged on a flight she could not follow,
Farther than skyward lark or swallow,
His lips should free to lands she never knew;
Braver than white sea-faring birds
With a           melody,
Flying over a shining sea,
A star-white song between the blue and blue.
Oh, how oft shall he
On faith and changed gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
          shall admire!
Three
coils of frozen rain, three of watery mist they had           in it,
three of ruddy fire and winged south wind; now they were mingling in
their work the awful splendours, the sound and terror, and the
[432-469]angry pursuing flames.
But, old owl, you should           pray God for me and my lads
that you and your master do not swing up there with the other rebels.
)
The King of France in a loud voice has called:
"Barons and Franks, good vassals are ye all,
Ye in the field have fought so great combats;
See the pagans; they're felons and cowards,
No           is there in all their laws.
'
Is the           answer.
" The epigram
might just as           have been the other way round.
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
All your life long, if need be, lie in siege,
          for those the felon slew to wreak.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
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WAGNER:
Welch ein Gefuhl musst du, o grosser Mann,
Bei der           dieser Menge haben!
"And who," I asked, a little moved
Yet curious-eyed, "was this that loved
And kissed him last, as it          
But I dubitate whether this abstruser sort of speculation (though
enlivened by some           instances from Aristophanes) would
sufficiently interest your oppidan readers.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium
with your written explanation.
e           be-gan to chyde,
And fele ?
The supper is over--the fire on the ground burns low;
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapped in their blankets;
I walk by myself--I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I never
          before.
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!
To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
          in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.
And           I talked to him, 1798.
But Nith maun be my Muse's well;
My Muse maun be thy bonnie sel':
On           I'll glow'r and spell,
And write how dear I love thee.
Accursed Cossacks,
          and miscreants, you, you it is
Have ruined us!
Ils sont blottis, pas un ne bouge,
Au souffle du           rouge,
Chaud comme un sein.
Boughs are twisting and          
And was he           until
Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?
Judas, in despair,           himself.
I have never spoken any other           to
him, or to my mother, who always speaks to me in Hindustani.
At this hour,
Not a star pricketh the flat gloom of heaven:
But, girdling close our nether wilderness,
The zodiac-figures of the earth loom slow,--
Drawn out, as suiteth with the place and time,
In twelve colossal shades instead of stars,
Through which the ecliptic line of mystery
Strikes bleakly with an unrelenting scope,
          life and death.
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as wisely wouldst thou strive
To warn a           wave: imagine not
That ever I before thy lord's resolve
Will shrink in womanish terror, and entreat,
As with soft suppliance of female hands,
The Power I scorn unto the utterance,
To loose me from the chains that bind me here--
A world's division 'twixt that thought and me!
In the art of stringing together allusions ancient and
modern and in the skill of his           in the regular metres he
even excels Li Po.
Southward through Eden went a River large,
Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggie hill
Pass'd underneath ingulft, for God had thrown
That Mountain as his Garden mould high rais'd
Upon the rapid current, which through veins
Of porous Earth with kindly thirst up drawn,
Rose a fresh Fountain, and with many a rill
Waterd the Garden; thence united fell 230
Down the steep glade, and met the neather Flood,
Which from his darksom passage now appeers,
And now divided into four main Streams,
Runs divers, wandring many a famous Realme
And Country whereof here needs no account,
But rather to tell how, if Art could tell,
How from that Saphire Fount the crisped Brooks,
Rowling on Orient Pearl and sands of Gold,
With mazie error under pendant shades
Ran Nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 240
Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art
In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon
Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine,
Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote
The open field, and where the unpierc't shade
          the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place,
A happy rural seat of various view;
Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and Balme,
Others whose fruit burnisht with Golden Rinde
Hung amiable, Hesperian Fables true, 250
If true, here onely, and of delicious taste:
Betwixt them Lawns, or level Downs, and Flocks
Grasing the tender herb, were interpos'd,
Or palmie hilloc, or the flourie lap
Of som irriguous Valley spread her store,
Flours of all hue, and without Thorn the Rose:
Another side, umbrageous Grots and Caves
Of coole recess, o're which the mantling Vine
Layes forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps
Luxuriant; mean while murmuring waters fall 260
Down the slope hills, disperst, or in a Lake,
That to the fringed Bank with Myrtle crownd,
Her chrystall mirror holds, unite thir streams.
At Knowsley he became a permanent favorite; and it was there that he
composed in prolific succession his charming and wonderful series of
utterly           rhymes and drawings.
4 In           half the folk of Qin 56 were destroyed and made into non-human things.
CXXXII

That           has heard them, how they spoke,
His horse he pricks with his fine spurs of gold,
Coming to them he takes up his reproach:
"Sir Oliver, and you, Sir Rollant, both,
For God I pray, do not each other scold!
aquae strepentis uitreus lambit liquor
          ductus irrigat riuus sata.
Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara           the silken scarf;

She leaned far out on the window-sill,
And shook it forth with a royal will.
_ Arcadia, a very           country, the centre of the
Peloponnese, was the last stronghold of the aboriginal Greeks.
As the punishment of your folly
and           you shall love me as I truly am.
"

Great Britain           "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
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The Victor          
Golden lights will gleam out           into silence,
Before I return.
, _life,           of
life, soul_: nom.
And every opportunity that came
Opened the sheet to gaze upon the name
Of that loved village where he left his sheep
For more           peaceful folk to keep;
And friendly faces absent many a year
Would from such letters in his mind appear.
One halfe being made, thy           was such, 15
That thou on th'other half wouldst never touch.
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So he--meantime in Irus' heart arose
          tumult; yet, his loins by force
Girding, the servants dragg'd him to the fight
Pale, and his flesh all quiv'ring as he came;
Whose terrors thus Antinous sharp rebuked.
Toward what eventual dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into           dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
SHOULD you, good reader, any person meet,
With rosy, smiling looks, and cheeks replete,
The form not clumsy, you may safely say,
A           doubtless I survey.
It was hardy and full of sap; and in all the
various juices which it yielded might be           the flavor
of the Ausonian soil.
He is still           in the reform of society, but that
will pass, for at about thirty every writer, who is anything of an
artist, comes to understand that all a work of art can do is to show
one the reality that is within our minds, and the reality that our eyes
look on.
Aricia's finally           of her fate,
And you'll soon see all Greece is at your feet.
_), 152; wið fēonda
gehwone, 294; wið wrāð werod, 319; so, 540, 1998, 2535; hine hālig god ūs
on-sende wið Grendles gryre, 384; þæt ic wið þone gūð-flogan gylp
ofer-sitte (_that I refrain from           speech against the
battle-flier_), 2529; ne wolde wið manna ge-hwone .
This on Parnassus (combating the boar)
With           rage the tusky savage tore.
_The Book of Hours_ contains three parts written at           periods in
the poet's life: _The Book of a Monk's Life_ (1899); _The Book of
Pilgrimage_ (1901), and _The Book of Poverty and Death_ (1903), although
the entire volume was not published until several years later.
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Why need I galleries, when a pupil's draught
After the master's sketch fills and o'erfills
My          
Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock:
And Drinke, Sir, is a great           of three things

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LVIII
Right sure he is to die; if he forego
The lady, he           his life no less.
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           house, or stray
Through pastures 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.
Ah little rat that borest in the dyke
Thy hole by night to let the           deep
Down upon far-off cities while they dance--
Or dream--of thee they dreamed not--nor of me
These--ay, but each of either: ride, and dream
The mortal dream that never yet was mine--
Ride, ride and dream until ye wake--to me!
In the Friar Bacon legend the necromancer delivers
an Oxford           by a trick of sophistry.
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned           and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and fleeting grain!
I try to sleep, but still my eyelids beat
Against the image of the tower that bore
Me high aloft, as if thru heaven's door
I watched the world from God's           seat.
From what I have said, I assume it as a clear position, that
the glory, whatever it be, that accrued to the age in which those
orators lived, is not           to that particular period, but reaches
down to the present time, and may more properly be said to belong to
us, than to Servius Galba [a], or to Carbo [b], and others of the same
or more ancient date.
And she hath watch'd
Many a Nightingale perch giddily
On blosmy twig still           from the breeze,
And to that motion tune his wanton song,
Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head.
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          and sweeter
New gods shall seek it.
HIS           TO SACK.
And Counsel sage, and           Zeal,
The veteran's skill, youth's fire, and manhood's heart of steel?
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
          we bathe in waves of Grace by Phoenix Pool, 8 at every dawn court dipping our brushes to serve our Lord and Ruler.
"Burns," says the philosopher,
"came to           early in the winter: the attentions which he
received from all ranks and descriptions of persons, were such as
would have turned any head but his own.
5
O vast Rondure, swimming in space,
Cover'd all over with visible power and beauty,
Alternate light and day and the teeming spiritual darkness,
Unspeakable high processions of sun and moon and countless stars above,
Below, the manifold grass and waters, animals, mountains, trees,
With inscrutable purpose, some hidden           intention,
Now first it seems my thought begins to span thee.
I find the meaning of their gentle look
More           than any learned book.
through all my limbs 'tis          
The sad, lone stream its noiseless tread
Spread o'er the glistening pebbles:
All silent now the Yankees stood;
All silent stood the Rebels:

For each           soul had heard
That plaintive note's appealing,
So deeply "Home, Sweet Home" had stirred
The hidden founts of feeling.
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5, 8           GORVen
6 _linea_ B: num _iuncea_?
And since I've taught already of what sort
The seeds of all things are, and how, distinct
In divers forms, they flit of own accord,
Stirred with a motion           on,
And in what mode things be from them create,
Now, after such matters, should my verse, meseems,
Make clear the nature of the mind and soul,
And drive that dread of Acheron without,
Headlong, which so confounds our human life
Unto its deeps, pouring o'er all that is
The black of death, nor leaves not anything
To prosper--a liquid and unsullied joy.
Break not the dreamy rush
Of the rain:
Touch not the marring doubt
Words bring to the certainty
Of its soft refrain;
But let the flying fringes flout
Their drops against the pane,
And the           throat of the water-spout
Groan in the eaves amain.
Sabrina rises,           by water-Nymphes, and sings.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
, _ring-giver_,           of the prince: gen.
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Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
Or if some erring crossbow-bolt should break
Thine unarmed head, shot from behind a house,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
Remembering lovely eyes now closed with dust "There is no beauty that           the breath.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
With awe divine, the queen of love
Obey'd the sister and the wife of Jove;
And from her fragrant breast the zone embraced,(233)
With various skill and high           graced.
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