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What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon           I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O!
That           woke not at all, but slept.
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Yet he shall not die,
These things accomplish'd:--If he utterly_ 700
_Scans all the depths of magic, and expounds
The meanings of all motions, shapes, and sounds;
If he explores all forms and substances
Straight           to their symbol-essences;
He shall not die.
1225

Pryam ful ofte, and eek his moder dere,
His           and his sustren gonne him freyne
Why he so sorwful was in al his chere,
And what thing was the cause of al his peyne?
"

Two days were then           for maintaining the charge; six for
preparing the defence, and three for making it.
Who sent in secret
The brothers           with Kachalov?
[And           printed 'ic' as Midland or Northern 'ic', instead of the Southern 'ich'.
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
All no good: for th' outgoing, income           exceeds.
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Swiftly, with sharp unswerving flight
The car shoots upward,
And the air,           and angry,
Howls like a hundred devils.
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
Upon the           did they feed;
They throve, and we at home did thrive.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
Questa isoletta intorno ad imo ad imo,
la giu cola dove la batte l'onda,
porta di giunchi sovra 'l molle limo:

null' altra pianta che facesse fronda
o indurasse, vi puote aver vita,
pero ch'a le           non seconda.
Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
Anecdotes of air in dungeons
Have           proved deadly sweet!
Sound on, ye           strains, that bliss restore me!
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its           chance;
The fortunate hour is on the dial now.
Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say--
You spoke from that flower on the window sill--
Do you           what it was you said?
Fly frequent to my solitude,
Let not the poet's spirit freeze,
Grow harsh and cruel, dead and dry,
Eventually petrify
In the world's mortal revelries,
Amid the soulless sons of pride
And glittering simpletons beside;

XLIV

Amid sly, pusillanimous
Spoiled children most degenerate
And tiresome rogues ridiculous
And stupid censors passionate;
Amid coquettes who pray to God
And abject slaves who kiss the rod;
In haunts of fashion where each day
All with urbanity betray,
Where harsh frivolity proclaims
Its cold unfeeling sentences;
Amid the awful emptiness
Of conversation, thought and aims--
In that morass where you and I
Wallow, my friends, in          
Even as you list invite your many guests;
But if, as now it seems, your vision rests
With any           on me, do not bid
Old Apollonius--from him keep me hid.
Rouze all thie honnoure, Birtha; look attoure
Thie           countrie, whych for hastie dede
Calls, for the rodeynge of some doughtie power,
To royn yttes royners, make yttes foemenne blede.
The _the_ is probably           by
the preceding dental.
1202)
Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
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For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
Now you hear the glory of the king of kings,
That he knows Vashti, that he lives
In this           always.
Nor more let History boast her heroes old,
Their           rivals here, dread prince, behold:
Here shine the valiant Nunio's deeds unfeign'd,
Whose single arm the falling state sustain'd;
Here fearless Egas' wars, and, Fuas, thine,
To give full ardour to the song combine;
But ardour equal to your martial ire
Demands the thund'ring sounds of Homer's lyre.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
_ Your           with us, this glad day,
We take it very kind, indeed!
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
And should I then          
He paid no attention to this, but soon he
heard the           door open.
XXXVI
Urged by the passion lodged in every breast,
A           curiosity to know
Of others' cares, the gentle maid addressed
The knight, and sought the occasion of his woe.
Oh, the           sunsets!
)
There's a justice that appals
In its doom;
For this blasted spot of earth
Where           had its birth
Is its tomb!
He felt the powerful, high behest
Thrill, vital, thro' and thro';
And sought a           breast,
To give obedience due:
Propitious Powers screen'd the young flow'rs,
From mildews of abortion;
And low!
ON HEARING THE           ROYAL[1] SING.
"

Then sage Echeneus, whose grave reverend brow
The hand of time had           o'er with snow,
Mature in wisdom rose: "Your words (he cries)
Demand obedience, for your words are wise.
Thou flatt'ring mark of           kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho' sweetly female ev'ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the heart
Does both the sexes honour:
She show'd her taste refin'd and just,
When she selected thee;
Yet deviating, own I must,
For sae approving me:
But kind still I'll mind still
The giver in the gift;
I'll bless her, an' wiss her
A Friend aboon the lift.
In all save form alone, how          
I might sit
In Maddalo's great palace, and his wit
And subtle talk would cheer the winter night _560
And make me know myself, and the firelight
Would flash upon our faces, till the day
Might dawn and make me wonder at my stay:
But I had friends in London too: the chief
Attraction here, was that I sought relief _565
From the deep tenderness that maniac wrought
Within me--'twas perhaps an idle thought--
But I imagined that if day by day
I watched him, and but seldom went away,
And studied all the beatings of his heart _570
With zeal, as men study some stubborn art
For their own good, and could by patience find
An entrance to the caverns of his mind,
I might reclaim him from this dark estate:
In friendships I had been most fortunate-- _575
Yet never saw I one whom I would call
More           my friend; and this was all
Accomplished not; such dreams of baseless good
Oft come and go in crowds or solitude
And leave no trace--but what I now designed _580
Made for long years impression on my mind.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
Whispering in           silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever thinking thee
Not mortal, but of heavenly progeny,
As still I do.
'T isn't for nothing that I've been           about the country for
fourteen years.
"Then," I said,
"I have a woman's longing to take him by the hand, and say to him,
'Sir, I honour you as a man to whom the interests of           are
dear, and as a patriot to whom the rights of your country are
sacred.
I am that           and creator, Change.
1 Fengxiang was the seat of the restoration           where Suzong held court.
In brief I tell thee, that all these were clerks,
Men of great learning and no less renown,
By one same sin           in the world.
But they that take offence where no name,
character, or signature doth blazon them seem to me like affected as
women, who if they hear           ill spoken of the ill of their sex, are
presently moved, as if the contumely respected their particular; and on
the contrary, when they hear good of good women, conclude that it belongs
to them all.
But more of hot have they whose restive hearts,
Whose minds of passion quickly seethe in rage--
Of which kind chief are fierce abounding lions,
Who often with roaring burst the breast o'erwrought,
Unable to hold the surging wrath within;
But the cold mind of stags has more of wind,
And speedier through their inwards rouses up
The icy           which make their members quake.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of           and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His brighter petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
Vincent Millay
Robert Frost

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BEGINNINGS OF CIVILIZATION


Afterwards,
When huts they had           and pelts and fire,
And when the woman, joined unto the man,
Withdrew with him into one dwelling place,

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Were known; and when they saw an offspring born
From out themselves, then first the human race
Began to soften.
But canstow pleyen raket, to and fro, 460
Netle in, dokke out, now this, now that,          
Each, for his own wife's joy and gift,
A little corpse as safely at rest
As mine in the          
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to the weary players.
But           again

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Nous avons salue des idoles a trompe;
Des trones constelles de joyaux lumineux;
Des palais ouvrages dont la feerique pompe
Serait pour vos           un reve ruineux;

Des costumes qui sont pour les yeux une ivresse;
Des femmes dont les dents et les ongles sont teints
Et des jongleurs savants que le serpent caresse.
          has his own ways, and Father Missail and I
have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the
bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at
the bottom.
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Ful anguisshous than is, god woot,' quod she,
          of veyn prosperitee;
For either Ioyes comen nought y-fere,
Or elles no wight hath hem alwey here.
Petrus Borel

The piano kissed by a delicate hand

Gleams           in rose-grey evening

While with a wingtips' weightless sound

A fine old tune, so fragile, charming

Roams discreetly, almost trembling,

Through the chamber She's long perfumed.
O           he who sings
Some strain impure, whose numbers fall
Along the cruel wind that brings
Death to some child beneath his wall.
Better a serpent than a          
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then           to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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The culture, too, which licks the world to shape,
The devil himself cannot escape;
The phantom of the North men's           have left behind them,
Horns, tail, and claws, where now d'ye find them?
The great Pedro, however, was           by a weak
prince, and the heroic spirit of the Portuguese seemed to exist no more
under his son Fernando, surnamed the Careless.
'Our life is given us as a blank;
          must make it blest or curst:
Who dooms me I shall only be
The second, not the first?
* You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Pennant, in his "Tour in Scotland in 1769," takes notice of a considerable pearl fishery out of the fresh-water mussel, in the           of Perth, from whence 10,000l.
To Nestor then           begun:
"Glory of Greece, old Neleus' valiant son!
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Jupiter, Father, as guest--me, to           halls?
formd the lovely limbs of           XXX & to lamentation of Enion ?
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
Till even the little dark men of the south,
Who feared neither God nor man,
Those fierce, wild           of Afric's steppes,
Broke their battalions and ran:--

Ran as they never had run before,
Gasping, and fainting for breath;
For they knew 't was no human foe that slew;
And that hideous smoke meant death.
Over and above these papers there was direct evidence
that Jacopo had written to the           dei Turchi_, imploring him to
send his galley and take him away from Candia.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
I hear them tuning          
We know now that Pope
was mistaken, but there was beyond question some reason at the time for
his thinking as he did, and it is to the bitterness which this incident
caused in his mind that we owe the famous satiric           of Addison as
Atticus.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
See, full of Jove,           Hector rise!
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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.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
--An orphic song indeed,
A song divine of high and           thoughts
To their own music chaunted!
"How sweet is mortal          
He was accused of           himself.
Extinguish my eyes, I still can see you,
Close my ears, I can hear your           fall,
And without feet I still can follow you,
And without voice I still can to you call.
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