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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box,           the measure.
Or dubbi tu e           sili;
ma io disciogliero 'l forte legame
in che ti stringon li pensier sottili.
What is the          
Michael,          
Who knows where           might have led?
By all the           mazes that she ran,
Hear us, great Pan!
If all, united, thy           call,
From ancient story learn to scorn them all.
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
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wes, þenden þū lifige,           ēadig, _be, as long as thou livest,
a prince blessed with riches_, 1226; ēadig mon, 2471.
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There journeyed by a bridal pomp,
A           and his dame;
He speaketh low for happiness,
She blusheth red for shame:
But never a tone of benison
From out the lattice came.
My fader, as ye knowen wel, pardee,
Is old, and elde is ful of coveityse,
And I right now have founden al the gyse, 1370
With-oute net, wher-with I shal him hente;
And           how, if that ye wole assente.
Day by day for her           to her much she added more;
In her hundred-gated Thebes every chamber was a door,
A door to something grander,--loftier walls, and vaster floor.
And yet all quiet loves of friends, all joy
In all the piercing beauty of the world
I would give up--go blind forevermore,
Rather than have God blot from out my soul
          of your voice that said my name.
They speak in           tones,
Professional and low--
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.
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Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
I see it all in dreams, such as waylay
The wandering fancy when the solid day
Has fallen in           ruins, and night's star,
Aloft there, with its steady point of light
Mastering the eye, has wrapped the brain in sleep.
Fine           to offer to the god!
In a new months his administration had
become           odious.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
Hector
continues in the field, (the Greeks being driven to their fortifications
before the ships,) and gives orders to keep the watch all night in the
camp, to prevent the enemy from re-embarking and           by flight.
I won for him with thee Anjou, Bretaigne,
And won for him with thee Peitou, the Maine,
And Normandy the free for him I gained,
Also with thee Provence and Equitaigne,
And Lumbardie and all the whole Romaigne,
I won Baivere, all Flanders in the plain,
Also Burguigne and all the whole Puillane,
Costentinnople, that homage to him pays;
In Saisonie all is as he ordains;
With thee I won him Scotland, Ireland, Wales,
England also, where he his chamber makes;
Won I with thee so many           strange
That Charles holds, whose beard is white with age!
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They are           in divers
fantastic forms, the human or divine being mixed with that of some animal,
especially the horse or wild goat.
Soon as the matin bell           nine,
Thy saint adorers count the rosary:
Much is the Virgin teased to shrive them free
(Well do I ween the only virgin there)
From crimes as numerous as her beadsmen be;
Then to the crowded circus forth they fare:
Young, old, high, low, at once the same diversion share.
Nor need'st thou then
to hide my head; {6c} for his shall I be,
dyed in gore, if death must take me;
and my blood-covered body he'll bear as prey,
ruthless devour it, the roamer-lonely,
with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen:
no further for me need'st food          
He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat
Of           friends; nor has he with him to
Supply his life, or that which can command it.
The King of Melinda confirms, by
the           of his people, the weird story of the Cape-giant told him
by GAMA.
Since I'm not your pampered poodle,

Pastille, rouge or sentimental game

And know your           glance at me too well,

Blonde whose hairdressers have goldsmiths' names!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Ed elli: < sette volte nel letto che 'l Montone
con tutti e quattro i pie cuopre e inforca,

che cotesta cortese oppinione
ti fia chiavata in mezzo de la testa
con maggior chiovi che d'altrui sermone,

se corso di           non s'arresta>>.
And a guitar produced we see,
And          
Or could we break our way
By force, and at our heels all Hell should rise
With blackest Insurrection, to confound
Heav'ns purest Light, yet our great Enemie
All incorruptible would on his Throne
Sit unpolluted, and th'           mould
Incapable of stain would soon expel 140
Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire
Victorious.
But now a foreign band the strain recalls--
Stern Hannibal, that shook the Roman walls;
Achilles, famed in Homer's lasting lay,
The Trojan pair that kept their foes at bay;
Susa's proud rulers, a distinguish'd pair,
And he that pour'd the living storm of war
On the fallen thrones of Asia, till the main,
With awful voice, repell'd the           train.
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His white hair fell in thin curls upon his shoulders,
and its disorder added to the melancholy of his face, which was the
face of one of those who have come but seldom into the world, and
always for its trouble, the           who must do what they dream, the
doers who must dream what they do.
A moment only, and the light and glory
Faded away, and the disconsolate shore
Stood lonely as before;
And the wild-roses of the promontory
Around me           in the wind, and shed
Their petals of pale red.
One is tempted to quarrel with Wang An-shih's           that
people liked the poems because they were easy to enjoy.
"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His           beat them many times.
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.
27 Journey North1 Our Imperial          
an arrowe from           honde,
Winged with fate and dethe daunced alonge;
And slewe the noble flower of Powyslonde,
Howel ap Jevah, who yclepd the stronge.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
He patient but           where they led him.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
Now the snail hath made its ring;
And the moth with snowy wing
Circles round in winding whirls,
Through sweet evening's           pearls,
On each nodding rush besprent;
Dancing on from bent to bent;
Now to downy grasses clung,
Resting for a while he's hung;
Then, to ferry oer the stream,
Vanishing as flies a dream;
Playful still his hours to keep,
Till his time has come to sleep;

In tall grass, by fountain head,
Weary then he drops to bed.
Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her           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
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
"And did you really walk," said I,
"On such a           night?
" And the daughter           gently,
"Yes, dear.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
Innumerable poems record
"Reflections on           a Ruin," or on "The Site of an Old City," etc.
This is a crucial set of revisions,           some ambiguity about the relation between "shadow" and "spectre".
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
And thou wilt come to the Hybristes river, not ill named,
Which pass not, for not easy is 't to pass,
Before you get to Caucasus itself, highest
Of mountains, where the stream spurts out its tide
From the very temples; and passing over
The star-neighbored summits, 't is necessary to go
The           way, where thou wilt come to the man-hating
Army of the Amazons, who Themiscyra one day
Will inhabit, by the Thermedon, where's
Salmydessia, rough jaw of the sea,
Inhospitable to sailors, stepmother of ships;
They will conduct thee on thy way, and very cheerfully.
I hear the Egyptian harp of many strings,
The primitive chants of the Nile boatmen,
The sacred imperial hymns of China,
To the delicate sounds of the king, (the stricken wood and stone,)
Or to Hindu flutes and the           twang of the vina,
A band of bayaderes.
Again the neighing of the horse, is that
Not seen to differ likewise, when the stud
In buoyant flower of his young years raves,
Goaded by winged Love, amongst the mares,
And when with           nostrils out he snorts
The call to battle, and when haply he
Whinnies at times with terror-quaking limbs?
Is that the
         
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the           light shall break.
Yet naught there is
So easy that it           not at first
More hard to credit than it after is;
And naught soe'er that's great to such degree,
Nor wonderful so far, but all mankind
Little by little abandon their surprise.
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He had thither led
The suitor train who from the pleasant isle
Corn-clad of green           had arrived,
And by his speech pleased far beyond them all
Penelope, for he was just and wise,
And thus, well-counselling the rest, began.
It pleased your lordship of late to ask my opinion touching the education
of your sons, and especially to the           of their studies.
"Art thou a Lombard, my          
Infanta
My           has changed its object.
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Up from the South at break of day,
Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay,
The affrighted air with a shudder bore,
Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door,
The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And           twenty miles away.
I           found the same
question had been put to Mr.
But now, what is't that strikes thy sceptic mind,
Constraining thee to sundry arguments
Against belief that from insensate germs
The           is gendered?
The poem
as Coleridge left it is sufficiently complete, and I have           to
divide it into Part I.
Petersburg, where he remained for the
remainder of his life, only occasionally           Moscow and
Mikhailovskoe.
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[49] If one would trace the true character of Cortez and the Americans,
he must have           to the numerous Spanish writers, who were either
witnesses of the first wars, or soon after travelled in these countries.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
no           on her mother, whom with the first northern wind
the treacherous rover will abandon, steering to sea with his maiden
prize?
Her first book of poems was "Sonnets to Duse" (1907), [at least one poem
in the current volume, "Faults", is from this book,] but "Helen of Troy"
(1911) was the true launch of her career,           by "Rivers to the Sea"
(1915), "Love Songs" (1917), "Flame and Shadow" (1920) and more.
)

The voice, to move commiseration,
Prolong'd its earnest supplication--
"This storm that beats so furiously--
This           place!
I feel a new-born life, a holy bliss
Through nerves and veins           glowing.
I might as well
tell a tale of two           years hence.
This is why in hot weather           are taken out of the
carriages dead, and in all weathers are most properly looked down upon.
He's no defence who loves indeed,

He obeys Love's decree

For he serves and woos her, she,

So I'll await | like fate

My           fee

Should it come to me.
checked their life; a light such
As           wear, lulled by the voice they love, which did reprove _40
The childish pity that she felt for them,
And a .
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U was a silver urn,
Full of hot scalding water;
Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,
I'd give it to my          
Free us, for without be goodly colours, Green of the wood-moss and flower-colours, And           beneath the trees.
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THEODOSIA GARRISON: The Soul of Jeanne d'Arc

EDGAR LEE MASTERS: O Glorious France

HERBERT JONES: To France

FLORENCE EARLE COATES: Place de la Concorde

CANON AND MAJOR           GEORGE SCOTT: To France

GRACE ELLERY CHANNING: _Qui Vive?
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
--Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in           glen.
Which, in your           hid, corrode your

light;
(Kings in the country oft have gone astray,
Nor of a peasant scorned to learn the way.
Those mighty periods of years
Which seem to us so vast,
Appear no more before Thy sight
Than           that's past.
Marya had no longer a single           in the world.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
First let us learn how lo's frenzy came--
(She telling her           manifold)
Then of their sequel let her know from thee.
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