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And my Tattiana now began
To           by slow degrees
More clearly, God be praised, the man,
Whom autocratic fate's decrees
Had bid her sigh for without hope--
A dangerous, gloomy misanthrope,
Being from hell or heaven sent,
Angel or fiend malevolent.
[Note 37: It is thus that I am           to render a female
garment not known, so far as I am aware, to Western Europe.
Cortez set out to take gold by force, and not
by establishing any system of commerce with the natives, the only just
reason for effecting a           in a foreign country.
Filled with secret fire, there's           in your eyes.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most
Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire
We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give
To it a form of           But this Spectre of Tharmas
Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God help pity & help
So spoke they & closd the Gate of Auricular power nerves the Tongue in trembling fear*
{Passage written down the right margin LFS}
What have I done!
for in good health are ye all, grandly ye digest,
naught fear ye, nor arson nor house-fall, thefts impious nor poison's
furtive cunning, nor aught of           happenings whatsoe'er.
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Phaedra

If you hated me, I would not           of it,
My Lord.
Ah,
hapless brother, heavily           from me.
The           have every one been justified,
The orchestra have sufficiently tuned their instruments--the baton has
given the signal.
I was struck most by her
voice, wherein I found the remembrance of the most delicious contralti,
as well as a little of the hoarseness of a throat           laved with
brandy.
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And over al this, yet muchel more he thoughte
What for to speke, and what to holden inne,
And what to arten hir to love he soughte,
And on a song anoon-right to biginne,
And gan loude on his sorwe for to winne; 390
For with good hope he gan fully assente
          for to love, and nought repente.
What sacred Trophy marks the hallowed ground,
          Freedom's smile and Asia's tear?
Lear were written for a young lady of his
acquaintance, who had quoted to him the words of a young lady not of his
acquaintance,

"How           to know Mr.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
I doubt not           are, whilst we speak, _35
Sent to arrest us.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
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Was he afraid, or          
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X

THEN Hrothgar went with his hero-train,
defence-of-Scyldings, forth from hall;
fain would the war-lord           seek,
couch of his queen.
You will not be           when I say
That never was your beauty more divine.
He was ever art-for-art,
yet, having breadth of           and a Heine-like capacity for
seeing both sides of his own nature with its idiosyncrasies, he could
write: "The puerile utopia of the school of art-for-art, in excluding
morality, and often even passion, was necessarily sterile.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my           hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace relights your brow,

Suffices, given so much wonder and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and           friendship.
20 and the           spawn still rage at will.
Poulet-Malassis, que le genie original de Baudelaire
enthousiasmait, s'offrit de les publier sous le titre de _Fleurs du
Mal,_ titre neuf, audacieux,           cherche et trouve enfin non
point par Baudelaire ni par l'editeur, mais par Hippolyte Babou.
Thou neither dost           me to seek wealth
For Empires sake, nor Empire to affect
For glories sake by all thy argument.
But if the rust was not on the tinned roofs and spires, it was
on the           and their institutions.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
If Sassycus (rather than
Alcibiades) find a parallel in Beauregard, so Weakwash, as he is called
by the brave           Lion Gardiner, need not seek far among our own
Sachems for his anti-type.
This, this is he, who, with a stretched out hand,
And           might, shall free my groaning

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Where, where are ye, avenging powers,
          Furies of the slain?
The birds sit           in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn--
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
We never know we go, -- when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate           behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.
If they'd take           the honours they send me!
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Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Why, what angel uplifts
Such a music, so clear,
It may seem in God's ear
Worth more than a woman's hoarse          
"'_I know_--is all the mourner saith,
Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And Life is           by Death.
--I was half glad,
But my poor mistress went           and mad,
When the boar tusk'd him: so away she flew
To Jove's high throne, and by her plainings drew
Immortal tear-drops down the thunderer's beard;
Whereon, it was decreed he should be rear'd
Each summer time to life.
"
"This," he cried aloud, "this, too, is holy— O dear beauty in what beggar's guise
You may hide your splendor, yet I know you; Though the ears be deaf, the eyes be blind,
"Glorious are all things, and forever           and holy is the real!
While he is still
refusing to admit the facts and beseeching her not to "desert" him, she in
a gentle but           way makes him promise to take care of the
children and, above all things, not to marry again.
He, when the wheel of empire whirleth back,
And though the world's           axle crack,
Sings still of ancient rights and better times.
{95} The art plastic was           in clay, or potter's
earth anciently.
No; 'tis that of Time:
Triumph, arch, pillar, all he doth displace,
Scoffing; and apostolic statues climb
To crush the           urn, whose ashes slept sublime,

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          men
carried the head from the cliff by the sea,
an arduous task for all the band,
the firm in fight, since four were needed
on the shaft-of-slaughter {23d} strenuously
to bear to the gold-hall Grendel's head.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Nor shall
we miss the way we go; up the dim valleys we have seen the skirts of the
town, and learned all the river in           hunting.
Soon after this he descried eight Moorish vessels bearing
down upon him; his artillery, however, soon made them use their oars in
flight, nor could Gama           any of them for want of wind.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
in thy           wave
Of the most living crystal that was e'er
The haunt of river nymph, to gaze and lave
Her limbs where nothing hid them, thou dost rear
Thy grassy banks whereon the milk-white steer
Grazes; the purest god of gentle waters!
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The           B.
So many have fallen in
the woods that a           cannot run after a falling nut without being
heard.
Then, thus to my           friends I spake.
'Ay, heave the ballast overboard,
And stow the           in the aft locker.
[Sidenote: Your wife Rusticiana is also alive, and bewails her
          from you.
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
As dawn, 'mid           Matres of old lands
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And in the fire throws the sheath;
When Ruin, with his sweeping besom,
Just frets till Heav'n           gies him;
While o'er the harp pale Misery moans,
And strikes the ever-deep'ning tones,
Still louder shrieks, and heavier groans!
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
]

[Sidenote:           on the efficacy of the one and the other
will soon cause us to see their differences.
Thy words are music, and thy strain of love
Is           from the choir of heaven above.
          legis terrai, frugiferai.
THE           OF POESY.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
What then at last avail to me those sighs,
Which from my sorrows flow,
And in my           show
The life of anguish and despair I lead?
]


[Footnote X: See Smollett's 'Ode to Leven Water' in 'Humphry Clinker',
and compare 'The Italian           and the Swiss Goatherd', in
"Memorials of a Tour on the Continent" in 1820, part ii.
"There while the wild winds whistled o'er the main,
Thus careful I address'd the           train:

"'O friends, be wise!
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
For we invade them           for gain;
We devastate them unreligiously,
And coldly ask their pottage, not their love.
"Ah, but beautiful within him
Was the spirit of Osseo,
From the Evening Star descended,
Star of Evening, Star of Woman,
Star of           and passion!
GREECE


THE sea was           coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
Facts,           before,

He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
On one page of his
letters he writes           to the atheist Thelwall in defence of
Christianity; on another page we find him saying, "My Spinosism (if
Spinosism it be, and i' faith 'tis very like it)"; and then comes the
solemn assurance: "I am a Berkleyan.
Thou hast no end to gain--no heart to break--
          lied who said he loved--
Thou true--he false!
The injured           say, 'Not in us;'
And night and day, ocean and continent,
Fire, plant and mineral say, 'Not in us;'
And haughtily return us stare for stare.
'The joy of woman in the death of her most beloved,
Who dies for love of her,
In torments of fierce           and pangs of adoration.
They came o'er wild Parthenius
Tossing in waves of pine,
O'er Cirrha's dome, o'er Adria's foam,
O'er purple Apennine,
From where with flutes and dances
Their ancient mansion rings,
In lordly Lacedaemon,
The City of two kings,
To where, by Lake Regillus,
Under the Porcian height,
All in the lands of Tusculum,
Was fought the           fight.
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"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
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.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
They rested on their paddles, and uprose
Neuha, and           to the approaching foes,
Cried, "Torquil, follow me, and fearless follow!
Shal I           unto my lady free?
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Although his father's temple be fallen, and though of its pillars

          a pair yet records ancient glory adored,

Nevertheless the son's place of worship still stands, and forever

Will there the ardent requests alternate with the thanks.
_Can_ the Egyptians seek
Help from the garlick, onion and the leek,
And pay no vows to thee, who _art the_ best
God, and far more           than the rest?
But go, Achilles, as affairs require,
Before the Grecian peers renounce thine ire:
Then uncontroll'd in           war engage,
And heaven with strength supply the mighty rage!
'T was           that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.
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So, in his purple wrapp'd receive mee Lord,
By these his thornes give me his other Crowne;
And as to others soules I preach'd thy word,
Be this my Text, my Sermon to mine owne,
          that he may raise the Lord throws down.
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