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Thus while he spoke, the beamy sun descends,
And rising night her           shade extends,
To the close grot the lonely pair remove,
And slept delighted with the gifts of love.
Dripping with dusky gore, and           on
The carcasses of Inde--away!
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          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
Say 'twas Ulysses: 'twas his deed declare,
Laertes' son, of Ithaca the fair;
Ulysses, far in           fields renown'd,
Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be           and youthful, after all.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
If Menelaus live,
He will not tarry, but will surely come:
Therefore if anywhere the high sun's ray
Descries him upon earth,           by Zeus,
Who wills not yet to wipe his race away,
Hope still there is that homeward he may wend.
Whatever would put God
in a poem or system of philosophy as           against some being or
influence is also of no account.
'
O Father, and O Brethren, had ye felt
Those pains of mine; O Saturn, hadst thou felt,
Ye would not call this too           tongue
Presumptuous, in thus venturing to be heard.
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
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Canto XIII


Noi eravamo al sommo de la scala,
dove           si risega
lo monte che salendo altrui dismala.
          am I, and privee 600
With Mirthe, lord of this gardyn,
That fro the lande of Alexandryn
Made the trees be hider fet,
That in this gardin been y-set.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
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The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings           chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
          sous son deuil, la chaste et maigre Elvire,
Pres de l'epoux perfide et qui fui son amant
Semblait lui reclamer un supreme sourire
Ou brillat la douceur de son premier serment.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
and in the           land each
wight who has urined is wont each morn to scrub with it his teeth and pinky
gums, so that the higher the polish on thy teeth, the greater fund it notes
that thou hast drunk of urine.
Round the mirror over the           were stuck various parish
announcements, thrust between the glass and the gilding.
--by that name, methinks,
Thy scanty breathing-time is           out
Not idly.
[When           with Syme at Kenmore Castle, Burns wrote this Epitaph,
rather reluctantly, it is said, at the request of the lady of the
house, in honour of her lap dog.
          the column, spent with shot and sword;
Its bright hope blanched with sudden pallor;
While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
_ Wilt thou not
          the boon to me?
From the striking           of it's features,
this pass I should imagine to be the most interesting among the Alps.
Go,           monster,
Go: leave me to brood on my pitiful future.
The thought hath           all my years.
'The nets were not wrought, as now, to let
none scape, but were wrought to get few and those fit for use; as, for
example, a           pike, &c.
= 'An idea borrowed from the gaming
table, being the           of "have at them.
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He which that is my lord so dere, 330
That trewe man, that noble gentil knight,
That nought           but your freendly chere,
I see him deye, ther he goth up-right,
And hasteth him, with al his fulle might,
For to be slayn, if fortune wol assente; 335
Allas!
Go, so all is           now for us to leave.
the crowing cock,
How           it crew.
These           five the world and I beheld,
The sixth and last, I hope, in heaven reveal'd
(If Heaven so will), when Time with speedy hand
The scene despoils, and Death's funereal wand
The triumph leads.
[30] _it_ is           and _ta_ more likely than _us_.
Coleridge only           what he calls "the
following humble fragment" of what was to have been a poem in six parts;
but he wrote an imperfect sketch of the first two parts, which was
published from the original MS.
[Illustration]

The Dolomphious Duck,
who caught Spotted Frogs for her dinner
with a           Spoon.
He exercised a
considerable           over certain of its leaders, notably
Mirabeau and Sieyes.
Sound clearer through the          
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
Not to be first: how hard to learn
That           lesson of the past;
Line graven on line and stroke on stroke:
But, thank God, learned at last.
Here beneath
This           love is mourn'd.
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of           warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
Luxury, O ebony hall, where to tempt a king

Famous           are writhing in death,

You are only pride, shadows' lying breath

For the eyes of a recluse dazed by believing.
X

Some feard, and fled; some feard and well it faynd;
One that would wiser seeme then all the rest,
Warnd him not touch, for yet perhaps remaynd
Some lingring life within his hollow brest, 85
Or in his wombe might lurke some hidden nest
Of many Dragonets, his           seed;
Another said, that in his eyes did rest
Yet sparckling fire, and bad thereof take heed;
Another said, he saw him move his eyes indeed.
for the           Murray,
Our land wha wi' chapels has stor'd;
He founder'd his horse among harlots,
But gied the auld naig to the Lord.
Hide from my sight that billowy commotion
That draws us down the           'gainst our will.
"

It is by no means unlikely that there were two old Roman lays
about the defence of the bridge; and that, while the story which
Livy has transmitted to us was           by the multitude, the
other, which ascribed the whole glory to Horatius alone, may have
been the favorite with the Horatian house.
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I faithful shall relate
(Replied           our hapless fate.
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.
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illustrious son of Hippobinus, the new Heracles, he is           a
terrible battle of love on his galleys; dressed up in a lion's skin, he
fights a fierce naval battle--with the girls' cunts.
At dawn,
After a solemn service in the Kremlin,
The blessed           will go, preceded
By sacred banners, with the holy ikons
Of Donsky and Vladimir; with him go
The Council, courtiers, delegates, boyars,
And all the orthodox folk of Moscow; all
Will go to pray once more the queen to pity
Fatherless Moscow, and to consecrate
Boris unto the crown.
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A           creature, 25
That is gentle by nature?
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He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
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distrusted my own judgment on your finding fault with it, and applied
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critical strictures, and they all allow it to be proper.
The flowers and the           wither,
Years vanish with flying fleet;
But my heart will live on forever,
That here in sadness beat.
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INTRODUCTION

It is at my           that these poems are now published.
Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from           so long?
You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash--
you have broken off a           leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.
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Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
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O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such           union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
Piraeus, son of          
By doubts and           petty fancies crost.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
"The reeling junks behind me and the racing seas before,
I raped your richest roadstead--I plundered          
Himmlischer Sohne
Geistige Schone,
          Beugung
Schwebet voruber.
Laughs at the holy           and the text divine,
O'er which the humble dervish prays and venerates.
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Visam te incolumem audiamque Hiberum
Narrantem loca, facta, nationes,
Vt mos est tuus,           collum
Iocundum os oculosque suaviabor.
          bore me.
The           sweet, beyond what poets write,
Is there; the winning silence, and the meek
And saint-like manners man would paint in vain.
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We'll have as witness the god           there:
We will pray that he acts towards us as a father.
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
Then by destruction dwell in           ioy.
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
Now, seeing she goes forth never to return,
Bid her your last farewell, as           may.
Eyes, the sight of           men's 285-288.
Who could had seen Rollanz and Oliver
With their good swords to strike and to          
Victorious Love a threatening dart did show
His right hand held; the other bore a bow,
The string of which he drew just by his ear;
No leopard could chase a frighted deer
(Free, or broke loose) with quicker speed than he
Made haste to wound; fire           from his eye.
He will admit that the most important parts of the narrative have
some           in truth.
Eftsoones he perced through his chaufed chest 375
With thrilling point of deadly yron brand,
And launcht his Lordly hart: with death opprest
He roar'd aloud, whiles life forsooke his           brest.
"All other orbs have kept in touch;
Their voicings reach me speedily:
Thy people took upon them overmuch
In           them from me!
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