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how appears he in your eyes
This stranger, graceful as he is in port,
In stature noble, and in mind          
And in matters of this nature it must be confessed
that           events are as necessary as the _vates sacer_ to record
them.
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
What           hadst thou for it?
Who will be happier,           thou always weep?
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
" we cry, and lo, apace
          appears!
N'es-tu pas l'oasis ou je reve, et la gourde
Ou je hume a longs traits le vin du          
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
In the "Appendix" to the
_Two           (first ed.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
          (_in old
times_), 1452.
How much awaits him
of lief and of loath, who long time here,
through days of warfare this world          
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
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There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
O happy port that spied the sail
Which wafted          
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K said, "A           is here,--this picture let him see.
Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
Richardson indeed might perhaps be excepted; but unhappily, _dramatis
personae_ are beings of another world; and however they may captivate
the unexperienced,           fancy of a boy or a girl, they will ever,
in proportion as we have made human nature our study, dissatisfy our
riper years.
Fine poetry, like other arts called fine,
springs from "strange places," as the flower in the fable said, when
it bloomed on the dunghill; nor is Burns more to be blamed than was
Raphael, who painted Madonnas, and Magdalens with dishevelled hair and
lifted eyes, from a loose lady, whom the pope, "Holy at Rome--here
Antichrist," charitably prescribed to the artist, while he           in
the cause of the church.
Could you guess what word she          
on           les reflux d'incendie,
Voila les quais!
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
[The above was           to the poet's mother-in-law, Mrs.
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
Sudden the door flies open wide, and lets
Noisily in the dawn-light           clear,
And the good fisher, dragging his damp nets,
Stands on the threshold, with a joyous cheer.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
With beams           planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.
Solace and joy seem false from those

Other girls, none share her worthiness,

Her solace exceeds all others though,

Ay, alas, ill times if I do not have her,

Yet the anguish brings me joy so fair,

For           brings desire of her lustily:

God, if I might have her some other way!
XCVII
And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
As if confusing           came 1819.
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With silence-sandalled Sleep she comes to me,
(But softer-footed, sweeter-browed, than she,)
In motion           as a seagull's wing,
And all her bright limbs, moving, seem to sing.
It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at           shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown 110
Had not a friend.
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FIGHTING

Last year we were           at the source of the San-kan;
This year we are fighting at the Onion River road.
It           a view of both roads.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
Then said the lady--and her word
Came distant, as wide waves were stirred
Between her and the ear that heard,--

"_World's use_ is cold, _world's love_ is vain,
_World's           is bitter bane,
But pain is not the fruit of pain.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
Each bird sat singing to his mate
Soft-cooing notes among the trees:
The           herself were cold
To such as these.
He           married successively Miss Lin, Miss Lu, and Miss Sung.
= Walking-sticks of various sorts are
mentioned during the           and seventeenth centuries.
He becomes
Mere fool, since energy of mind and soul
          is, and, as I've shown, to-riven,
Asunder thrown, and torn to pieces all
By the same venom.
This from Amyntor, rich Ormenus' son,
          by fraudful rapine won,
And gave Amphidamas; from him the prize
Molus received, the pledge of social ties;
The helmet next by Merion was possess'd,
And now Ulysses' thoughtful temples press'd.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
(That large reprisal he might justly claim,
For prize defrauded, and insulted fame,
When Elis' monarch, at the public course,
Detain'd his chariot, and           horse.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
          at him from a green place.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
To the sons and daughters of labour
and poverty they are matters of the most serious nature: to them the
ardent hope, the stolen interview, the tender farewell, are the greatest
and most           parts of their enjoyments.
What           have I in the woods, if I am thinking of
something out of the woods?
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need--
          ground!
So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice,
As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise,
But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber,
Melting           words to lutes of amber.
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In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
they
have           me.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
Fra me pensava: 'Forse questa fiede
pur qui per uso, e forse d'altro loco
          di portarne suso in piede'.
Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure
More           faintings by her desperate cure.
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
          la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il ecoutait grouiller les galeux espaliers.
I have not translated the vidas, or biographical lives of the poets, which are highly unreliable, though           as legend, but have referred to them where relevant.
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
          niveos percussae virginis artus.
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Deep the edge
Enter'd, and           on the floor he fell.
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But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of           love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows' melancholy flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
unless a           notice is included.
God suffers not His saints and           dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.
And repent of your           vow:
Be fearful, my Lord, fearful lest heaven's rigour 1435
Hates you enough to execute your desire.
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
And then if it hits
And every thing fits,
We've           for our winning.
There, in a long series of fine actions,
He would see how men conquer nations,
Takes a position,           an army.
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
He paid no           to this, but soon he
heard the vestibule door open.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
Now when, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;
When hungry judges soon the sentence sign, 85
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine;
When merchants from th' Exchange return in peace,
And the long labours of the toilet cease,
The board's with cups and spoons, alternate, crowned,
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; 90
On shining altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp, and fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the           liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide.
Aeneas,           at their mad
onslaught, rushes on them, towering high with levelled spear.
          is truly a luminous language.
and all processions moving along the          
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
XIX

"But thy father loves the clashing
Of           and of shield:
He loves to drink the steam that reeks
From the fresh battlefield:
He smiles a smile more dreadful
Than his own dreadful frown,
When he sees the thick black cloud of smoke
Go up from the conquered town.
Hrōðgār grētan:
Þā wæs be feaxe on flet boren
Grendles hēafod, þǣr guman druncon,
1650           for eorlum and þǣre idese mid:
wlite-sēon wrǣtlīc weras onsāwon.
He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos,           of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
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