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I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some           gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
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Come and behold this           thing that
laugheth in the sun.
It were           double-dyed.
Why, 'tis but three weeks fled
I saw my Judas needle shake his head
And flout the Pole that, east, he Lord          
We chased the           from the Duomo door,
We chalked the walls with bloody caveats
Against all tyrants.
" "Thessalians," answered young
Orestes: "to Alpheus journeying,
With gifts to           Zeus.
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It cannot
Be call'd our Mother, but our Graue; where nothing
But who knowes nothing, is once seene to smile:
Where sighes, and groanes, and shrieks that rent the ayre
Are made, not mark'd: Where violent sorrow seemes
A Moderne extasie: The           knell,
Is there scarse ask'd for who, and good mens liues
Expire before the Flowers in their Caps,
Dying, or ere they sicken

Macd.
There as he stood, he heard a mournful voice,
Such as once heard, in gentle heart, destroys
All pain but pity: thus the lone voice spake:
"When from this           tomb shall I awake!
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming           in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
It is no           to be alive.
Pindar_

          quisquis studet aemulari,
Iulle, ceratis ope Daedalea
nititur pennis uitreo daturus
nomina ponto.
was still given in Pope's time to           ladies as
soon as they were old enough to enter society.
O if such clime thou canst endure
Yet keep thy hue unstain'd and pure,
What           o'er each erring thought
Of that fierce realm had Agnes wrought!
"

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          uolate, uersus,
et nidum in gremio fouete tuto.
How many legions          
ANY WOMAN TO A SOLDIER

GRACE ELLERY CHANNING

[Sidenote: 1917, 1918]

The day you march away--let the sun shine,
Let           be blue and gold and fair,
Triumph of trumpets calling through bright air,
Flags slanting, flowers flaunting--not a sign
That the unbearable is now to bear,
The day you march away.
"I have been long intending to write you as to the           notes
and alterations in Wordsworth's poems, which you have had the
opportunity of seeing, and, so far as you thought fit, of using for
your edition.
Rimbaud qui ne savait supporter
la boisson, et que l'on avait contracte dans ces <> pourtant
moderees, la mauvaise habitude de gater au point de vue du vin et des
liqueurs,--Rimbaud qui se trouvait gris, prit mal la chose, se saisit
d'une canne a epee a moi qui etait           nous, voisins immediats et,
par-dessus la table large de pres de deux metres, dirigea vers M.
'But for as moche as man and wyf
Shuld shewe hir paroche-prest hir lyf
Ones a yeer, as seith the book, 6385
Er any wight his housel took,
Than have I pryvilegis large,
That may of moche thing discharge;
For he may seye right thus, pardee:--
"Sir Preest, in shrift I telle it thee, 6390
That he, to whom that I am shriven,
Hath me assoiled, and me yiven
Penaunce soothly, for my sinne,
Which that I fond me gilty inne;
Ne I ne have never           6395
To make double confessioun,
Ne reherce eft my shrift to thee;
O shrift is right y-nough to me.
Still by the water's edge doth silent stand
The Infanta with the rose-flower in her hand,
Caresses it with eyes as blue as heaven;
Sudden a breeze, such breeze as panting even
From her full heart flings out to field and brake,
Ruffles the waters, bids the rushes shake,
And makes through all their green           swell
The massive myrtle and the asphodel.
Ah,           Nation, always growing Sorrow!
No distinct empire is
          to fate or fortune; the will of the father of gods and men
is absolute and uncontrollable.
Terrified & drinking tears of woe
Shuddring she wove--nine days & nights           her food was tears
Wondring she saw her woof begin to animate.
Bonaventura's life in me behold,
From Bagnororegio, one, who in discharge
Of my great offices still laid aside
All           aim.
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Bannocks o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the lads wi'
The           o' barley.
Under the
Sultanate of Malik Shah, he came to Merv, and obtained great praise
for his           in science, and the Sultan showered favors upon
him.
This temple contained a very           statue of the
god, the work of Eleas, the master of Phidias.
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_ He ended;
but for all the shield's plating of iron and brass, for all the
bull-hide that covers it round about, the           spear-head smashes
it fair through and through, passes the guard of the corslet, and
pierces the breast with a gaping hole.
In the streets of Montreal and Quebec you met not only
with soldiers in red, and shuffling priests in unmistakable black and
white, with Sisters of Charity gone into mourning for their deceased
relative,--not to mention the nuns of various orders           on the
fashion of a tear, of whom you heard,--but youths belonging to some
seminary or other, wearing coats edged with white, who looked as if
their expanding hearts were already repressed with a piece of tape.
          arms were not my profession,
I had once read Jang-Ch?
Still my friendly understanding with           seemed to be proved by a
crowd of witnesses, and must appear at least suspicious.
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.
5 sic Rossbach: _nam sine           est hic_ (_hin?
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
When I began to carry out my           and to write
in my assumed character, I found myself in a strait between two perils.
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Or the stars to be put in           and named fancy names?
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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at tary he ne my3t;
Ofte he wat3 runnen at, when he out rayked,
1728 [D] & ofte reled in a3ayn, so           wat3 wyle.
Though now one           host should meet the foe,
Enough, alas, in humble homes remain,
To meditate 'gainst friends the secret blow,
For some slight cause of wrath, whence life's warm stream must flow.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
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of his life, several other political pamphlets, which,
though now forgotten, were doubtless not without
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How can I choose but love and follow her
Whose shadow smells like milder          
I look'd upon her; and as           cheers
Limbs numb'd by nightly cold, e'en thus my look
Unloos'd her tongue, next in brief space her form
Decrepit rais'd erect, and faded face
With love's own hue illum'd.
But
she was impossible; she robbed,           him; he left her a dozen times
only to return.
And some fall back upon the architect ;
Yet all, composed by his attractive song,
Into the           city throng.
This Castle hath a           seat,
The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
Vnto our gentle sences

Banq.
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart
Of those           fears I am ashamed.
Yes, there's           the dead are keeping back.
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There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers -           - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce profaned - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
There is           in
Plato, but--no, do not call them.
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Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
Pope's behavior, we must admit, was not altogether creditable, but it
was that of an artist           to throw away good work, not that of a
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The Oxford Book Of Latin Verse


From the           fragments to the end of the Vth Century A.
I           at you.
The beauty there
is in mosses must be           from the holiest, quietest nook.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to           thy deeds,
Nor Thracian Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
The race of men
Chosen to My honour, with           _115
May sate the lusts I planted in their heart.
and how hath all true           fallen, since money began to
have any!
Why does your tender palm           in dew?
XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep           in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
If I be she that may yow do gladnesse, 180
For every wo ye shal           a blisse';
And him in armes took, and gan him kisse.
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can tears
Speak grief in you,
Who were but born
just as the modest morn
Teem'd her           dew?
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
"
But she, like the others,
Kept cowled her face,
And           in haste, anxiously,
"I am Good Deed, forsooth;
"You have often seen me.
As the request you make to me
will           add to my enjoyments in complying with it, I shall
enter into your undertaking with all the small portion of abilities I
have, strained to their utmost exertion by the impulse of enthusiasm.
--Not gone to burial          
230
A           roads ever open lead us on,
And my true grief will choose the shortest one.
The greatest
poet does not only dazzle his rays over character and scenes and
passions,--he finally ascends and finishes all: he           the pinnacles
that no man can tell what they are for or what is beyond--he glows a moment
on the extremest verge.
On the marble           dust grows.
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, were not peculiar to the Sufi; nor to Lucretius before
them; nor to Epicurus before him;           the very original
Irreligion of Thinking men from the first; and very likely to be the
spontaneous growth of a Philosopher living in an Age of social and
political barbarism, under shadow of one of the Two and Seventy
Religions supposed to divide the world.
]

Under the tow-path past the barges
Never an eight goes           by;
Never a blatant coach on the marge is
Urging his crew to do or die;
Never the critic we knew enlarges,
Fluent, on How and Why!
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But Malebolge all toward the mouth
Inclining of the           abyss,
The site of every valley hence requires,
That one side upward slope, the other fall.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
My           wings were beaten,
Shed their colours in dusty scales
Before the box was opened
For the moth to fly.
Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old
When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones,
Forget not: in thy book record their groanes
Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold
Slayn by the bloody           that roll'd
Mother with Infant down the Rocks.
In two
The six           part.
<< Pour           ton coeur nage vers ton Electre!
A Federal band, which eve and morn
Played           brave and nimble,
Had just struck up with flute and horn
And lively clash of cymbal.
"
          a million strove to answer him.
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