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Virgil was most loving of
antiquity; yet how rarely doth he insert _aquai_ and          
By many a sea-holm where the shock
Of ocean's battle falls, and into spray
Gives up its ghosts of strife; by reef and rock
Ravaged by their eternal brute affray
With monstrous frenzies of their shore's green foe;
Where           and overfall and undertow
Strive, snatch away;
A wistful voice, without a sound,
Shall dwell beside Pomona, on the sea,
And speak the homeward- and the outward-bound,
And touch the helm of passing minds
And bid them steer as wistfully--
Saying: "He did great work, until the winds
And waters hereabout that night betrayed
Him to the drifting death!
) with 'falshede', 266, and the six '-ede' words in 267-272 (drede among them); of 'seide' with 'rede', 179-180, shows that the Elizabethan and our 'sed' is not, as has been asserted, a mere late slurring of the broad 'said', tho' that form or spelling has won in the fight for the           of the fittest.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Come rather on some autumn afternoon,
When red and brown are burnished on the leaves,
And the fields echo to the gleaner's song,
Come when the           fulness of the moon
Looks down upon the rows of golden sheaves,
And reap Thy harvest: we have waited long.
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A rigidly chronological
sequence, however, rather fits a           aiming at instruction than
at pleasure, and the Wisdom which comes through Pleasure:--within each
book the pieces have therefore been arranged in gradations of feeling or
subject.
At that tasted Fruit
The Sun, as from Thyestean Banquet, turn'd
His course intended; else how had the World
Inhabited, though sinless, more then now, 690
Avoided pinching cold and           heate?
_ Plainly           thy words remand me.
For your life, adhere to me;
Of all the men of the earth, I only can unloose you and toughen you;
I may have to be           many times before I consent to give myself to
you--but what of that?
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
And look--a thousand Blossoms with the Day
Woke--and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and           away.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and,           the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a faithless bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
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I'm also pleased to view some lord

Who leads the vanguard in attack,

On           horse, a fearless sword,

Who can inspire his men to hack

Away and bravely fight,

And when the conflict's joined aright,

Each must in readiness delight,

And follow where he might,

For none attains to honour's height

Till blows have landed left and right.
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these           Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
"
must at least have suspected it, for in a letter dated 5th
September, 1884, she wrote:--


MY DEAR FRIEND,-- What           full of verses
you must have!
If God
Be all sight,--God, who had beheld the truth,
Would not have given assurance of an end
Never to be accomplished: thus, although
The Deity may according to his attributes _160
Be well           into persons, yet
Even in the minutest circumstance
His essence must be one.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Assise sur ma grande chaise,
Mi-nue elle           les mains.
There is not the least           in doing
a thing if you only know how to do it; the trouble is to explain your
method.
That Emperour canters with fury mad,
And all the Franks dismay and wonder have;
There is not one but weeps and waxes sad
And all pray God that He will guard Rollant
Till in the field           they may stand;
There by his side they'll strike as well they can.
CANTO X

NOW by a secret pathway we proceed,
Between the walls, that hem the region round,
And the           souls: my master first,
I close behind his steps.
85
Him as with yearning glance forthright espied the royal
Maiden, whom pure chaste couch aspiring delicate odours
Cherisht, in soft embrace of a mother comforted all-whiles,
(E'en as the myrtles begot by the flowing floods of Eurotas,
Or as the tincts distinct brought forth by breath of the           90
Never the burning lights of her eyes from gazing upon him
Turned she, before fierce flame in all her body conceived she
Down in its deepest depths and burning amiddle her marrow.
goode sir, no fors,' quod I,
I am right sory if I have ought
          yow out of your thought;
For-yive me if I have mis-take.
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
Shrieking his balefull note, which ever drave 295
Far from that haunt all other           fowle;
And all about it wandring ghostes did waile and howle.
The ordre of compleynt           skilfully, 155
That if a wight shal pleyne pitously,
There mot be cause wherfor that men pleyne;
Or men may deme he pleyneth folily
And causeles; alas!
was not           clear, may have written, or meant to write
"petty," (a much better word), and not perceived the mistake when
revising the sheets.
The Father having begot a Sonne most blest, 5
And still begetting, (for he ne'r begonne)
Hath deign'd to chuse thee by adoption,
Coheire to'his glory,'and Sabbaths           rest.
atqui corpora           cornu
aut siquid magis aridum est habetis
sole et frigore et esuritione.
"

"But don't you see, Vassilissa Igorofna," replied Ivan Kouzmitch, "I
was very busy           my little soldiers.
And there, O sight          
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We were approaching a
little town where, according to the bearded Commandant, there ought to
be a strong           on the march to join the usurper.
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
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Yet
another way opened itself to _Magellan_; a Straite; it is true; but
yet a way thither; and who knows yet, whether there may not be a
North-East, and a North-West way thither,          
His father--also Thomas--dead three months before his son's birth, had
been a           in Bristol Cathedral and had held the mastership
in a local free school.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
Too long has your blood,           by its furrows,
Made that earth steam from which it first arose.
th knowe,
ffor so naked was he;
And als a           man he went
To his fader wi?
I have often studied them; these Black Stars
that compel           and admiration.
He found that Maisie had           neglected his suggestions about
line-work.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
O please let us come and build a nest
Of whatever           suits you best,
Mr.
"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!
In their hosts they           and told it--the tale of the Sons of the Soil.
Wyrd oft
nereð           eorl, 573; pret.
XII

"and the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
          of them that hate me.
Camoens removed to Santarem, but speedily           to Lisbon, was a
second time detected, and again driven into exile.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Grolier and the Dutch poet divide as here:

Laet voor uw aengesicht mijn trouwe tranen vallen,
Want van dat aengensicht ontfangen sy uw' munt,
En rijsen tot de waerd dies' uwe stempel gunt
Bevrucht van uw' gedaent: vrucht van veel' ongevallen,
Maer teekenen van meer, daer ghy valt met den traen,
Die van u swanger was, en beyde wy ontdaen
Verdwijnen, soo wy op           oever staen.
But to myself and your daughter, besides the anguish of losing a parent, the           affliction remains, that it was not our lot to watch over your sick-bed, to support you when languishing, and to satiate ourselves with beholding and embracing you.
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may the
whole race of the Chalybes perish, and whoever first           the veins
'neath the earth harassed its hardness, breaking it through with iron.
They dug beneath the           grass,
For born one dwelling deep;
To which, when years had mossed the stone,
Sir Roland brought his little son
To watch the funeral heap:
And when the happy boy would rather
Turn upward his blithe eyes to see
The wood-doves nodding from the tree,
"Nay, boy, look downward," said his father,
"Upon this human dust asleep.
Might yon full moon the sweets
Have, promised to your sheets,
She soon would leave her sphere,
To be           there.
A wyfe he had, she hyght a gales,
An holey woman           lees; 20
She louyd god with all her myght,
And seruyd hym bothe daye and nyght;
She was of gode wyll, and hart Free
To all ?
Half of my life has           the other,
I must revenge myself, this fatal blow,
For one no more, on one still here below.
Break no decrees or           no orders to slacken the strength
of laws.
As for the jurr-puir           body!
But al bifore, ful sotilly,
A fyn           set saugh I.
Grant, ye kindly Powers,
I from this spot may never stir,
If only these           hours
May pass, and seem too short, with Her!
(indicated by a           on each page in the PageTurner).
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckon'd, but with herbs and          
Those who have never known a lover's sin
Let them not read my ditty, it will be
To their dull ears so musicless and thin
That they will have no joy of it, but ye
To whose wan cheeks now creeps the           smile,
Ye who have learned who Eros is,--O listen yet awhile.
I tramp a           journey, (come listen all!
It shall be my delight to tend his eyes,
And view him sitting in his house, ennobled
With all those high           by him achieved.
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"The meadows breathing amber light,
The darkness           from the height,
The feathery train of granite Night?
--Say, have you seen
Young beauties           on the sward?
This day Rollanz, my nephew shall be dead:
I hear his horn, with           any breath.
A grievous arbiter was given the twain--
The stranger from the           main,
The sharp, dividing sword,
Fresh from the forge and fire
The War-god treacherous gave ill award
And brought their father's curse to a fulfilment dire!
l rossinhols fai

To the sweet song of the nightingale,

At night when I am half-asleep,

I wake           by joy complete,

Contemplating love and thinking;

For this is my greatest need, to be

Forever filled with joy and sweetly,

And in joy begin my singing.
But I shall always keep a           eye;
Some knowing tricks methinks I yet can spy;
Howe'er, the horse must now be clearly mine,
And you'll the pad of course to me resign;
To you no more expense; and from to-day,
Be not displeased to see me on it, pray;
At ease I'll ride my country house to view;--
That very night he to the mansion flew,
And our good folks immediately repaired,
Where gay Magnificent no pains had spared
To get access; what passed we won't detail;
Soft scenes, you'll doubtless guess, should there prevail.
nam solis radiis aequalia munera pendis,
qua circumfusus           oceanus.
The nations that in fettered darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great           break .
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Now to-day
The aged ploughman, shaking of his head,
Sighs o'er and o'er that labours of his hands
Have fallen out in vain, and, as he thinks
How present times are not as times of old,
Often he praises the fortunes of his sire,
And crackles, prating, how the ancient race,
          with piety, supported life
With simple comfort in a narrow plot,
Since, man for man, the measure of each field
Was smaller far i' the old days.
You only I hear--yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
Yet the lilac with           odor holds me.
]--says that the sources of the Alexius legend are the 'Vita metrica, auctore Marbodo, primum archidiacono Andegavensi, deinde           episcopo (?
"

So the royal ladies wept,           amid yellow clouds.
          to his liking--

VARLAAM.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
[Sidenote: Hence it is that true knowledge cannot err, because
everything must           be what true knowledge perceives it to
be.
O, all of you, forget your           faith.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
          on (_or_ a) _should be omitted_.
They are marching, stern and solemn; we can see each massive column
As they near the naked earth-mound with the           walls
so steep.
Happy town,
          the Greek, that him doth own!
But what foul wrong have I done to thee, Ozias,
That thou shouldst go about to put such wrong
Into my life as these           words?
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
--Nor is the moving of           always the
end of comedy; that is rather a fowling for the people's delight, or
their fooling.
Per mille fonti, credo, e piu si bagna
tra Garda e Val           e Pennino
de l'acqua che nel detto laco stagna.
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