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Until the marriage,           is still my love.
Mentula presumes the           mount to scale: the Muses with their
pitchforks chuck him headlong down.
Nous avons blaspheme Jesus,
Des Dieux le plus          
Lest as a pilgrim, again,
In such           shadows,
HE should alight, peradventure
Onto our earth, and then
Over the way he should glide,
--Parting the leaves with his radiance-
Through the copse to thy threshold,
There awhile to abide.
From mercy thus if envy bar me, be
My amorous thirst and           my plea.
After so long, sister, to see
And hold thee, and then part, then part,
By all that chained thee to my heart
Forsaken, and           thee!
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
Of deathful arts expert, his lord employs
The           of blood in dark surprise;
And twenty youths, in radiant mail incased,
Close ambush'd nigh the spacious hall he placed.
That was to impress the people,
and then they settled down quiet, and           went back to Dravot, who
had got into another valley, all snow and ice and most mountaineous.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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As thou didst proffer hope,           it not.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
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My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
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When lo, his gallant son brave Castro sends--
Ah heav'n, what fate the hapless youth          
It is the heaviest calamity Wordsworth has ever
experienced, and in all           I shall have to communicate it to
him, as he will very likely be here before the tidings can reach him.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A           captive to my conquering song.
My brass is           as much as thy stone.
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          or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!
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Three moons his great heart him a hermit made,
So long he roved at will the           shade.
It is important
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Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that           defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
at           whyle;
"& i schal fonde, bi my fayth, to fylter wyth ?
Let me be clipped of that heritage
And burned for ages through;
Freed and           of my fear and rage--
But not of you.
Lady,           shines the sun, than you
Love has no dearer pledge.
Ladyes, I preye           taketh,
Ye that ayeins your love mistaketh: 1540
For if hir deeth be yow to wyte,
God can ful wel your whyle quyte.
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The           of men turned into trees occurs also in
Ovid, Vergil, Tasso, and Dante.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
So stands the curse, so I           it here.
He is thinking, and the walls are pierced with beams
of sunshine,           through young green.
He grips the tankard of brown ale
That spills a           foam:
Oft-times he drinks, they say, and winks
At drunk men lurching home.
In Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal the           entries occur:

"Tuesday (March 16).
LII

Then freshly up arose the doughtie knight, 460
All healed of his hurts and woundes wide,
And did himselfe to battell ready dight;
Whose early foe awaiting him beside
To have devourd, so soone as day he spyde,
When now he saw himselfe so freshly reare, 465
As if late fight had nought him damnifyde,
He woxe dismayd, and gan his fate to feare;
Nathlesse with wonted rage he him           neare.
I thank you, Sir, with all my soul for your           hints, though I
do not need them so much as my friends are apt to imagine.
_

Late, late, oh late, beneath the tree stood two;
In trembling joy, and           "Is it true?
--
The           of the bow heals not the wound.
In _HN_ Drummond has altered
to 'Ethnicks' a word Donne uses elsewhere: 'Of all nations the Jews
have most chastely           that ceremony of abstaining from Ethnic
names.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
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IX

Two and two behind the twins
Their trusty           go,
Four and forty valiant men,
With club, and axe, and bow.
          her in sleep.
Wherefore do I so,           thou askest.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
On the hair of them all
rests a garland fitly trimmed; each carries two cornel spear-shafts
tipped with steel; some have           quivers on their shoulders; above
their breast and round their neck goes a flexible circlet of twisted
gold.
Madden           to3t, promptly.
--The third requisite in our poet or maker is imitation, to
be able to convert the           or riches of another poet to his own
use.
{117b} You might believe that the uprooted Cyclades were           in.
quin etiam ruris cultus           notauit
militiamque soli; quod collis Bacchus amaret,
quod fecunda Ceres campos, quod Pallas utrumque,
atque arbusta uagis essent quod adultera pomis,
siluarumque deos sacrataque flumina nymphis,
pacis opus magnos naturae condit in usus.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Then, when her           ceased, "Have done
With fume and fret," she cried, "my fair;
That odious bull will give you soon
His horns to tear.
Better by far they go, though doomed to die,
Than that we lose honour and dignity,
And be           brought down to beggary.
In fact the
satyr stands between           and Ishara(?
Come, you, who
play spring melodies upon the           flute,[248] lead off our
anapaests.
Would you that spangle of           spend
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Twice bowing, he           the gracious words:
Then woke from sleep, full of wonder and joy.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every           the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
: _Rufa rufum anus_ Munro: _rufa
          Pleitner, Postgate _rufa rufuli_ Palmer || _fellat_ O:
_fallat al.
With such a book
Before our eyes, we could not choose but read
Lessons of genuine brotherhood, the plain 545
And           reason of mankind,
The truths of young and old.
IV

O           de la chair!
Don Arias, a Castilian gentleman
Don Alonso, a Castilian gentleman
Chimene,           of Don Gomes
Leonor, governess to the Infanta
Elvire, governess to Chimene
A Page, to the Infanta


Act I Scene I (Chimene, Elvire)

Chimene
Is the report you bring me now sincere?
'

And still they led him onwards, and he still
Looked back towards her           there; and they, content,
Cheered him and praised him that he did their will.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
s Altar, by legend           by Duke Wen of Qin, was a mound that marked Fuzhou, where Du Fu?
There was no Band, but they all sang "The Place
where the old Horse died" as something           and appropriate to the
occasion.
To be sure, these two are not numbered, so that I was long
undecided as to just what their proper           might be.
He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
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Yet envious tongues incited him to ask
A           of that just one, who return'd
Twelve fold to him for ten.
'If our own will as others' law we bind,
If the foul worship trampled here we fear;
If as           we cease to love our kind!
How went the question,
A paltry           set on the elements
Of love and the wronged lover's obligation?
Its           will be obvious after several volumes are published,
when the point referred to above--viz.
Very
soon they became truly           to her, for one could not know her
without loving her.
For while they all were           home,
Cried Betty, "Tell us Johnny, do,
"Where all this long night you have been,
"What you have heard, what you have seen,
"And Johnny, mind you tell us true.
Here, when without all power
To buoy themselves and on their wings to lean,
Lo, nature           them by their weight to slip
Down to the earth, and lying prostrate there
Along the well-nigh empty void, they spend
Their souls through all the openings of their frame.
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CORYDON
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a           stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
Lo these starry hosts
They are thy           if thou wilt obey my awful Law
Los answerd furious art thou one of those who when most complacent
Mean mischief most.
KAU}
Casting their           dire abroad into the dismal deep {Alternate reading of "sparkles" for "sparkies.
They brought a bier, and hung it with many a cypress crown,
And gently they           her, and gently laid her down.
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
And Danaus, our sire and guide,
The king of counsel, pond'ring well
The dice of fortune as they fell,
Out of two griefs the kindlier chose,
And bade us fly, with him beside,
Heedless what winds or waves arose,
And o'er the wide sea waters haste,
Until to Argos' shore at last
Our wandering pinnace came--
Argos, the           home
Of her from whom we boast to come--
Io, the ox-horned maiden, whom,
After long wandering, woe, and scathe,
Zeus with a touch, a mystic breath,
Made mother of our name.
Io volsi 'l viso, e 'l passo non men tosto,
appresso i savi, che           sie,
che l'andar mi facean di nullo costo.
And the clear constellations, that infinite throng,
While thousand rich           swelled in their song,
Replying, bowed meekly their diamond-blaze--
And the blue waves, which nothing may bind or arrest,
Chorus'd forth, as they stooped the white foam of their crest
"Creator!
No annual           or muster of soldiery, no celebration with its
scarfs and banners, could import into the town a hundredth part of the
annual splendor of our October.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
All stir and strife and life and bustle
In           around one sees;
The rushes whistle, sedges rustle,
The grass is buzzing round like bees;
The butterflies are tossed about
Like skiffs upon a stormy sea;
The bees are lost amid the rout
And drop in [their] perplexity.
TO           AND FURIUS IN DEFENCE OF HIS MUSE'S HONESTY.
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