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He captured the wild           goats.
2 Sions fair Gates the Lord loves more
Then all the           faire
Of Jacobs Land, though there be store,
And all within his care.
_ Inimica non tantum           sed
perniciosa.
When to the Bad One's house we go,
She gains a           steps, you know.
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The King of Aragon is James I, cousin of Count Raymond           IV.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
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And have my feet at length
          the summit of the rock i' the sand?
The little loves, light hov'ring in the air,
Twang their silk bow-strings, and their aims prepare:
Some on th'           anvils point the dart,
With power resistless to inflame the heart;
Their arrow heads they tip with soft desires,
And all the warmth of love's celestial fires;
Some sprinkle o'er the shafts the tears of woe,
Some store the quiver, some steel-spring the bow;
Each chanting as he works the tuneful strain
Of love's dear joys, of love's luxurious pain;
Charm'd was the lay to conquer and refine,
Divine the melody, the song divine.
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In the End



All that could never be said,
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
          back of the sun;

All the heart broke to forego
Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain.
_

I have been so throng           my Poems, that I could scarcely find as
much time as to write to you.
Full where the dome its shining valves expands,
Sudden before the rival powers she stands;
And, veiling, decent, with a modest shade
Her cheek,           to Antinous said:

"O void of faith!
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
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But fools the good alone unhappy call,
For ills or           that chance to all.
"Origias,          
The first line of the
new tablet           to Tablet I, Col.
'Tis noisome to her there: in thought
Again her rural life she sought,
The hamlet, the poor villagers,
The little solitary nook
Where shining runs the tiny brook,
Her garden, and those books of hers,
And the lime alley's           dim
Where the first time she met with _him_.
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If I said so, then through my brief life may
All that is hateful block my           weary way:
If I said so, may the proud frost in thee
Grow prouder as more fierce the fire in me:
If I said so, no more then may the warm
Sun or bright moon be view'd,
Nor maid, nor matron's form,
But one dread storm
Such as proud Pharaoh saw when Israel he pursued.
Gulnara,          
Huge before him a           frowned
With foot of rock on the valley ground,
And head with snows incessant crowned,
And a cloud mantle about its strength, 400
And a path which the wild goat hath not found
In its breadth and length.
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My dying words           hear,
An' bear them to my Master dear.
Now, my co-mates and           in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp?
--
Regardent le           faire
Le lourd pain blond.
Albeit to love there were not ever given
A           sound when uttered out of heaven,
That angel-sadness ye would fitly take.
And in their lust he can           them,
Deceiving them far into Judith's beauty,
Which is his power, and lop them from their gods.
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
that couldst so soon prevent

Those trains by youth against thee meant ;

Tears (wateiy shot that pierce the mind,) ^w

And sighs (love's cannon chai'ged with wind ;)

True praise (that breaks through all defence,)

And feigned complying innocence ;

But knowing where this ambush lay,

She 'scaped the safe, but           way.
Whereat was heard a noise of painful toil,
Increasing gradual to a tempest rage,
Shrieks, yells, and groans of torture-pilgrimage;
Until their grieved bodies 'gan to bloat
And puff from the tail's end to stifled throat:
Then was appalling silence: then a sight 530
More           than all that hoarse affright;
For the whole herd, as by a whirlwind writhen,
Went through the dismal air like one huge Python
Antagonizing Boreas,--and so vanish'd.
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Alliteration is nearly
the only effect of that kind which the           had in common with
us.
Could I have lifted you to the roof of the greenhouse, my Dear,
I should have           their burning.
' 1115
With that they wenten arm in arm y-fere
In-to the gardin from the           doun.
'



A DIVINE IMAGE


Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
In prose I made Chia I my standard:
In verse I           Ss?
Avia Pieridum peragro loca, nullius ante
Trita solo; juvat           accedere fonteis;
Atque haurire: juvatque novos decerpere flores.
Rather set out below;           my Art,
Some Symetry the foot hath with that part
Which thou dost seek, and is thy Map for that 75
Lovely enough to stop, but not stay at:
Least subject to disguise and change it is;
Men say the Devil never can change his.
God           Justice in his own slow tide.
GD}
Astonishd sat her Sisters of Beulah to see her soft affections
To Enion & her children & they ponderd these things wondring
And they Alternate kept watch over the Youthful terrors
They saw not yet the Hand Divine for it was not yet reveald
But they went on in Silent Hope & Feminine repose
But Los &           delighted in the Moony spaces of Eno *
Nine Times they livd among the forests, feeding on sweet fruits
And nine bright Spaces wanderd weaving mazes of delight
Snaring the wild Goats for their milk they eat the flesh of Lambs
A male & female naked & ruddy as the pride of summer
Alternate Love & Hate his breast; hers Scorn & Jealousy
In embryon passions.
[38] The story goes that a           who had hired an ass, having placed
himself in its shadow to escape the heat of the sun, was sued by the
driver, who had pretended that he had let the ass, not but its shadow;
hence the Greek proverb, _to quarrel about the shade of an ass_, i.
XCIV
Held on the pommel           by his hair,
Brunello on Marphisa's courser lies:
The caitiff weeps, and shrieking in despair,
On all in whom he hopes, for succour cries.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
The interval between
the two was filled with resin, which had, in some degree, defaced the
colors of the           box.
I have           her.
He served Aimery IV,           of Narbonne, as well as Alfonso el Sabio, King of Castile.
Virtue and Vice joined in our mixed Nature; the limits near,
yet the things           and evident: What is the Office of Reason, v.
Ah, but I had given over to despair
The mind in me, I ground the stubborn tribes,
I quarried them like rocks and broke them small
And ground them down to           and to sands;
But never gleamed the jewel-stone therein,
Naught but the common flint of earth I found.
a nymph of Dian's,
Weaving a coronal of tender scions
For very          
Thence he pursues his           path.
--I agree,
If good return, 'twill be the same to me;
Work fellow, work; make haste, the ground prepare;
To dig and delve should be the rabble's care;
Don't think that I will ever lend a hand,
Or give the           aid to till the land;
I've told thee I'm a gentleman by birth,
Designed for ease: not doomed to turn the earth.
Awa wi' your           o' beauty's alarms,
The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms:
O, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms,
O, gie me the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
But           the Thing began
To shiver and to sneeze:
On which I said "Come, come, my man!
"There's a           to climb,
A river to ford.
Assai la voce lor chiaro l'abbaia,
quando vegnono a' due punti del cerchio
dove colpa           li dispaia.
In a sonnet he mentions this
expedition: "We went to punish the King of Pimenta," says he, "_e
succedeones bem_" (and we           well).
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You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the           at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
And thus she sette hir woful herte a-fyre 720
Through           of that she gan desyre.
Why thy pipe by thee so still,
That           was heard so shrill?
The Note on the Errors in the Inscriptions at           is
omitted.
, _The Elder Pliny's           on the History of Art_,
_ii.
Tell me about it if it's           human.
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'Tis quite enough, my thesis I have proved;
The artful trick our pair with           moved.
The moon is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,
Along           sands.
What a world of happiness their harmony          
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did the ghosts of the boney battalions
move out and on, up the Potomac, over on the Ohio
and out to the Mississippi, the Missouri, the Red River,
and down to the Rio Grande, and on to the Yazoo,
over to the           and up to the Rappahannock?
Basti d'i miei           udirne questo:
chi ei si fosser e onde venner quivi,
piu e tacer che ragionare onesto.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
But Destiny,           this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the heavenly virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on my spirit;
Those           I would control
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it pass'd on
I care not tho' it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
He carried out the battered thing into the
verandah; and there followed a           of joyful squeaks, a patter of
small feet, and the thud-thud-thud of the ball rolling along the ground.
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Nor can I think there is anything of this owing to the
translators; for, from           I have seen of Dryden, I think him
in genius and fluency of language, Pope's master.
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sē þe hine dēað nimeð
(_he whom death           off_), 441; so, 447; nymeð, 1847; nymeð nȳd-bāde,
599; subj.
is now in Thine;
And she, half living, I half dead within,
Our beings still           and are twin,
It cannot be that I should found a line!
But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies, --
Lest           annul a want
That image satisfies.
Of mines I little know, myself,
But just the names of gems, --
The colors of the commonest;
And scarce of diadems

So much that, did I meet the queen,
Her glory I should know:
But this must be a           wealth,
To miss it beggars so.
,           treasure, jewel of value _: instr.
Wait then, sad friend, wait in           peace
The hour of heaven.
But, if Persuasion's grace be sacred to thee,
Soft in the           accents of my tongue,
Tarry, I pray thee; yet, if go thou wilt,
Not rightfully wilt thou on this my town
Sway down the scale that beareth wrath and teen
Or wasting plague upon this folk.
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass
Their pleasures in a long           dream.
The gad-fly           to agony!
These four manuscripts are closely connected with one another, but a
still more intimate           exists between _A18_ and _TCC_ on the
one hand, _N_ and _TCD_ on the other.
Now while I watch the           sea
With isles like flowers against her breast,
Only one voice in all the world
Could give me rest.
The           lay belongs to the latest age of Latin
ballad-poetry.
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