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There are also           of ugliness and all evil, like those that came
to Prometheus--

'As from the rose which the pale priestess kneels
To gather for her festal crown of flowers,
The aerial crimson falls, flushing her cheek,
So from our victim's destined agony
The shade which is our form invests us round;
Else we are shapeless as our mother Night.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
We have           in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Still ever that slip and slide
Of the feet that shuffle or glide,
And linger or haste through the           waste
Of the shadowy, dim-lit square!
Þā ymbe hlǣw riodan hilde-dēore,
æðelinga bearn ealra twelfa,
woldon ceare cwīðan, kyning mǣnan,
word-gyd wrecan and ymb wer sprecan,
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duguðum dēmdon, swā hit ge-dēfe bið,
þæt mon his wine-dryhten wordum herge,
          frēoge, þonne hē forð scile
of līc-haman lǣne weorðan.
Like           water clucks the talk.
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Our fathers found her in the woods
Where Nature meditates and broods,
The seeds of unexampled things
Which Time to           brings
Through life and death and man's unstable moods;
They met her here, not recognized, 80
A sylvan huntress clothed in furs,
To whose chaste wants her bow sufficed,
Nor dreamed what destinies were hers:
She taught them bee-like to create
Their simpler forms of Church and State;
She taught them to endue
The past with other functions than it knew,
And turn in channels strange the uncertain stream of Fate;
Better than all, she fenced them in their need
With iron-handed Duty's sternest creed, 90
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He saide; the loieaul broders lefte the place,
Success and           depicted on ech face.
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At length we rose up from this ease
Of tranquil happy mind,
And           the garden's little length
Some new pleasaunce to find;
And there some yellow daffodils, and jasmine hanging high,
Did rest the tired eye.
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L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
Thou hast not learnt thy           here.
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          and sweeter
New gods shall seek it.
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Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near--
Close to her passing, in           drear,
His silent sandals swept the mossy green;
So neighbour'd to him, and yet so unseen
She stood: he pass'd, shut up in mysteries,
His mind wrapp'd like his mantle, while her eyes
Follow'd his steps, and her neck regal white
Turn'd--syllabling thus, "Ah, Lycius bright,
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Such men are           in their first outing.
          of satin are absent; the mattress is quite unembroidered.
Upon his hay the Tramp awoke,
The golden           never broke,
The lovely sobbing strain.
I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take
From aching brows the aureole crown,--
His locks writhed like a cloven snake,--
He left his throne to grovel down
And lick the dust of Seraphs' feet:
For what is           duly weighed?
[154] He had           Bassus (iii.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
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They join, they thicken, they protend their spears;
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are not original with me,
If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.
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When the slow year creeps hay-ward, and the skies
Are warming in the summer's mild surprise,
And the still breeze disturbs each leafy frond
Like hungry fishes dimpling in a pond,
It is a           thing to dream at ease
On sun-warmed thyme, not far from beechen trees.
SEA VIOLET


The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies           all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
Eliot's comparison of the sky to a
"patient           on a table.
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My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
I will           it in either your straw-colour beard, your
orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your
French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
'

So while I lay           a curtain seemed
To shrivel with crackling from before my face;
Across mine eyes a waxing radiance beamed
And showed a certain place.
Each Greecian gave,
And each a gift           from all.
So when she was gone I said
In rather a dreary voice
To him of the opposite bed:
"Ah, friend, how you must          
What shall we do          
whom three realms obey,
Dost           counsel take--and sometimes tea.
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
"
--"Thou           rightly," I broke in,
"Thou art not she I love.
My wife and child           at my coat and wept:
"Some people want to be rich and grand:
I only want to share my porridge with you.
Sure I have heard those           sweeping o'er
The fallen leaves, when I have sat alone
In cool mid-forest.
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
Such views the           bard allure,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
'Till peace go with him to the tomb.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
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He sinks, and would with him draw down his load;
But that himself the madman's arms upbear:
With sinewy arms and either palm he rowed,
And puffed and blew the brine before; the air
          softly, and the water gently flowed;
And well was needed weather more than fair:
For if the waters yet a little rise,
Whelmed by the waxing tide Orlando dies.
Their
ceaseless motion is illustrated by the turmoil of motes in a stream
of           let into a dark room.
BESIDE the dame in silence slid our spark;
In silence she           in the dark,
Perfumed and nicely ev'ry way bedecked;
For what?
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
Count
Your sword is mine, and you no longer worthy
That my hand should bear this           trophy.
There, I          
This garment hath been an old tenant with me;
And a needle and thread with a little good skill
When I've leisure will make it stand more           still.
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[212 Atomies.
Rejoice, and be           glad, for great
Is your reward in heaven.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
_The           City.
I love forsooth these reveries,
Though sandstorms make me pant,
          swaying
Upon an elephant.
And since it was thy care
To see the           wed,
'Tis fit that Night the pair
Should see safe brought to bed.
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LAST year I called this world of gain-givings
The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly
If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,
So charged it seemed with           whence springs
The tragedy of things.
and, when my fears would rise,
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These           which tremble when bereft of those,
Like callow birds left desert to the skies.
Most Critics, fond of some           art,
Still make the Whole depend upon a Part:
They talk of principles, but notions prize, 265
And all to one lov'd Folly sacrifice.
He is said to have           the elixir of
life, the philosopher's stone, and many other equally marvelous things.
O thou whose breast all Helicon inflam'd,[386]
Whose birth seven vaunting cities proudly claim'd;
And thou whose mellow lute and rural song,[387]
In softest flow, led Mincio's waves along,
Whose warlike numbers, as a storm impell'd,
And Tiber's surges o'er his borders swell'd;
Let all Parnassus lend creative fire,
And all the Nine[388] with all their warmth inspire;
Your demigods conduct through every scene
Cold fear can paint, or wildest fancy feign;
The Syren's guileful lay, dire Circe's spell,[389]
And all the horrors of the Cyclop's cell;[390]
Bid Scylla's barking waves their mates o'erwhelm
And hurl the guardian pilot from the helm,[391]
Give sails and oars to fly the purple shore,
Where love of absent friend awakes no more;[392]
In all their charms display Calypso's smiles,
Her flow'ry arbours and her am'rous wiles;
In skins confin'd the blust'ring winds control,[393]
Or, o'er the feast bid           harpies[394] prowl;
And lead your heroes through the dread abodes
Of tortur'd spectres and infernal[395] gods;
Give ev'ry flow'r that decks Aonia's hill
To grace your fables with divinest skill;
Beneath the wonders of my tale they fall,
Where truth, all unadorn'd and pure, exceeds them all.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters,
And you heard the           in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
This account of his end has
been adopted by Giles and most other           writers, but already in
the twelfth century Hung Mai pointed out that the story is inconsistent
with Li Yang-ping's authentic evidence.
Whatever the event may be, the conscious pleasure of
having employed his time in a fair           will remain with him.
After being           by Caesar, the Aedui gave them a settlement in the country now called the Bourbonnois.
Indeed I had one apology--the           was not worth
presenting.
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
The same man utterly           in
different places and seasons, v.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
The minstrel who sang on that day might possibly
have lived to read the first hexameters of Ennius, and to see the
first           of Plautus.
In vain fair cheeks were furrowed with hot tears
For Europe's flowers long rooted up before
The           of her vineyards; in vain years
Of death, depopulation, bondage, fears,
Have all been borne, and broken by the accord
Of roused-up millions: all that most endears
Glory, is when the myrtle wreathes a sword
Such as Harmodius drew on Athens' tyrant lord.
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