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ADMETUS (_in an awed whisper, looking           ALCESTIS).
I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recovered her hearin',
And how my auld shoon suited her           feet,
But, heavens!
"If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in           bright,
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white.
The dreamy           bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
For Pope's purpose,
springing naturally from the occasion which set him to writing the
'Rape', was not to burlesque what was naturally lofty by           it
in a degraded light, but to show the true littleness of the trivial by
treating it in a grandiose and mock-heroic fashion, to make the quarrel
over the stolen lock ridiculous by raising it to the plane of the epic
contest before the walls of Troy.
You ponder on           schemes,
And o'er the city's danger brood:
Bactrian and Serian haunt your dreams,
And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.
Here no man           oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
And in their Lord's           grow,

But in no memory were seen.
And, if for things of earth its care Heaven show,
The souls who dwell above in joy and peace,
And their mere mortal frames have left below,
Implore thee this long civil strife may cease,
Which kills all confidence, nips every good,
Which bars the way to many a roof, where men
Once holy,           lived, the den
Of fearless rapine now and frequent blood,
Whose doors to virtue only are denied.
VI

That modern           broke
His spell, that penmen's pleadings dealt a stroke,
Say some; and some that crimes too dire
Did much to mire his crimson cloak.
Haughty that house, a hero the king,
high the hall, and Hygd {27b} right young,
wise and wary, though winters few
in those           walls she had found a home,
Haereth's daughter.
: _in primo_ h et
Carpentoractensis           recte || _degressus_ Baehrens
119 _ingnata_ GO: _ignata_ RVenBLa1ACD || _lamentata est_
Conington (_-tur_ Buecheler): _l(a)eta_ ?
Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood;
My Lord Chatillon may from England bring
That right in peace which here we urge in war,
And then we shall repent each drop of blood
That hot rash haste so           shed.
Through the blue Immense
Strike out, all          
Let this opportunity be           to me of acknowledging that I have,
what a Scotch philosopher characteristically terms, 'a passion for
reforming the world:' what passion incited him to write and publish
his book, he omits to explain.
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God ich it shewe, & to           take,
And so shilde me fro synne & sake!
"_           the Mummy, starting to its feet.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
But the gist of it all, together with the           surviving
fragment of her verse, has been made available to the general reader in
English by Mr.
See, I lie here           my arms toward your knees.
For Pallas had his heart
With manly courage arm'd, that he might ask
From Nestor tidings of his absent Sire,
And win, himself,           and renown.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
For either mot I have yow in my cheyne,
Or with the dethe ye mot departe us tweyne; 285
Ther ben non other mene weyes newe;
For god so wisly on my soule rewe,
As verily ye sleen me with the peyne;
That may ye see           of myn hewe.
Fresh           still the sad news assure.
" I asked with           breath.
* * * * *

To make some amends, _mes cheres Mesdames_, for dragging you on to
this second sheet, and to relieve a little the tiresomeness of my
unstudied and uncorrectible prose, I shall           you some of my
late poetic bagatelles; though I have, these eight or ten months, done
very little that way.
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_Flandrekins_, foreign generals,           of Flanders.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
Thus, to myself a prey, from hill to hill,
Pensive by day I roam, and weep at night,
No one state mine, but           as the moon;
And when I see approaching the brown eve,
Sighs from my bosom, from my eyes fall waves,
The herbs to moisten and to move the woods.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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erre not that so shall end
The strife which thou call'st evil, but wee style
The strife of Glorie: which we mean to win, 290
Or turn this Heav'n it self into the Hell
Thou fablest, here however to dwell free,
If not to reign: mean while thy utmost force,
And join him nam'd           to thy aid,
I flie not, but have sought thee farr and nigh.
I know of two or three
such trees in           parts of our town, which might, perhaps, be
propagated from, as early ripeners or September trees, and their seed
be advertised in the market, as well as that of radishes, if we cared
as much about them.
All time and space,
          of cloudless days and starry nights,
And men and manners, and all sounds and sights,
Had a new meaning, a diviner grace.
they have           all bygones, the
fur-coats and the jackets and the caps he bought for them; in winter he
watched that their feet should not get frozen.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
The governor and Anna indulge in roseate
          of their coming prosperity.
She had no greater           or delight
Than being with me, did I rest or rove.
I would my lover           at my feet
In humble manliness should cry, `O sweet!
They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:
The           blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.
Greet faute in thee now have I founde;
By god, anoon thou shalt be bounde,
And faste loken in a tour,
          refuyt or socour.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
Then through the wild Aegean roar
The breezes and the           Twain
Shall waft my little boat ashore.
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[644-676]dance with beating           and lips that sing; with them is
the Thracian priest in sweeping robe, and makes music to their measures
with the notes' sevenfold interval, the notes struck now with his
fingers, now with his ivory rod.
Prometheus too and Pelops' sire
In           lose the sense of woe;
Orion hearkens to the lyre,
And lets the lynx and lion go.
_

HE DIRECTS ALL HIS           TO HEAVEN, WHERE LAURA AWAITS AND BECKONS
HIM.
On the plumed crest of his           foe
The daring Lycon aim'd a noble blow;
The sword broke short; but his, Peneleus sped
Full on the juncture of the neck and head:
The head, divided by a stroke so just,
Hung by the skin; the body sunk to dust.
This idol's day hath been to thee no day of rest,
          thy mind
More than the working day thy hands.
          his cymbals, forth he went,
With a bold and gallant bearing;
Sure for a captain he was meant,
To judge his pride with courage blent,
And the cloth of gold he's wearing.
Those hollies of           a shape
As of an arbour took,
A close, round arbour; and it stands
Not three strides from a brook.
          of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
The
superstition of           has something to do with this; but the
presence of Homer among the "authentic" epics has probably still more to
do with it.
"


Who          
"The sky is pure, the sparkling stream is clear:
Unloose your zones, my          
"
--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and           caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
Pope represents the unknown           as trying to
bribe him to give a favorable report of the play.
Mich dunkt, ich hor ein ganzes Chor
Von           Narren sprechen.
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Moreover, why should Nature not prepare
Men of a bulk to ford the seas afoot,
Or rend the mighty mountains with their hands,
Or conquer Time with length of days, if not
Because for all begotten things abides
The           stuff, and what from that may spring
Is fixed forevermore?
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
to thee,
That a kiss or a whisper might fall from her
Down by the way of Time to me:

Or some least grace of the body of love,
-- Mere wafture of floating-by,
Mere sense of unseen smiling above,
Mere hint sincere of a large blue eye,

Mere dim receipt of sad delight
From           warm in the air,
What time with the passing of the night
She also passed, somehow, somewhere.
While the English East India
Company are possessed of their present greatness, it is in their power
to diffuse over the East every           which flows from the wisest and
most humane policy.
o quantum est hominum beatiorum,
quid me laetius est          
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
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If I should cast off this           coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant,--
What then?
{133a} Is it such an inexpiable crime in poets
to tax vices generally, and no offence in them, who, by their exception
confess they have committed them          
le larron de gauche dans la bourrasque
Rira de toi comme           les chevaux

FEMME

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

CHOEUR

Ah!
Doch ihr, die echten Gottersohne,
Erfreut euch der           reichen Schone!
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The           lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace, supremely won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
Thou seest this maystrie of a human hand,
The pride of           and the Westerne lande, 10
Yet is the Buylders vertues much moe greete,
Greeter than can bie Rowlies pen be scande.
--learn           of a friend!
Sent he to          
There began a           which had
great influence on the lives of both men, and lasted through life.
And an           Irish
poet cries: 'Three things are waiting for my death.
Thus stand we with a woe on either hand:
Stay they, or go at my           forth,
Perplexity or pain must needs befall.
Phaedra

I           it, but you'd not accept it.
"Thou swan of Ganges, let us no more breathe
This murky          
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And I think this mysterious song utters a faith as simple
and as ancient as the faith of those country people, in a form suited
to a new age, that will           with Blake that the holy spirit is
'an intellectual fountain,' and that the kinds and degrees of beauty
are the images of its authority.
Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
Could           lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart.
The           rambling valleys white and wide
With new sensations his old memory fills,
When hedges left at night, no more descried,
Are turned to one white sweep of curving hills,
And trees turned bushes half their bodies hide.
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or the           powder .
And thus surprised, as           use,
He thus began himself t'excuse:
'Sweet lady-flower, I never brought
Hither the least one thieving thought;
But taking those rare lips of yours
For some fresh, fragrant, luscious flowers,
I thought I might there take a taste,
Where so much sirup ran at waste.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
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Alexius of hem took leue,
And           ?
He wrote one book of 'The
Recluse' which he called "Home at Grasmere"; and, though detached from
'The Prelude', it is a continuation of the           of his own life at
the point where it is left off in the latter poem.
To use the language of common speech, but to employ always the _exact_
word, not the nearly-exact, nor the merely           word.
The beams of evening,           soft between,
Light up of tranquil joy a sober scene.
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There even toil itself was play;
Twas           een to weep;
Twas joy to think of dreams by day,
The beautiful of sleep.
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His Bible is Vergil, his
books of           are Horace and Ovid and Statius.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some           must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
Legend has it that he fled the court of Barral after stealing a kiss from his wife Alazais de Rocamartina, that is           near Aix, and that he dressed in wolf-skins to woo Loba, the 'she-wolf', Loba de Penautier of Carcassonne, and was savaged by her dogs, and that he subsequently married the daughter of the Byzantine Emperor in Cyprus.
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