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Look on the west, how           it is _620
Vaulted with radiant vapours!
As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
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The beasts in cages much more loyal are,
Restlessly pacing, pacing to and fro,
          of countries beckoning from afar,
Lands where they roamed in days of long ago.
He then quickly falls into the power of Carnal Pride, or the brutal tyranny
of False           (Orgoglio).
It
involves endless claims upon one, endless           to business, endless
bother.
FROSCH:
Gib acht, ich           sie!
des           sans repit,

Comme le Juif errant et comme les apotres,
A qui rien ne suffit, ni wagon ni vaisseau,
Pour fuir ce retiaire infame; il en est d'autres
Qui savent le tuer sans quitter leur berceau.
Plessis in libello Traite de           Grecque
et Latine p.
In an old corner           by the wall
His books are laid, though good, in number small,
His Bible first in place; from worth and age
Whose grandsire's name adorns the title page,
And blank leaves once, now filled with kindred claims,
Display a world's epitome of names.
of the Life in the Durham Cathedral Library, but my           about it have not yet elicited any answer.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
'No, such a genius never can lie still;'
And then for mine           mistakes
The first lampoon Sir Will.
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And those who           the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as           as hand
A sofa to the air.
" he seem'd to say;
"Through this dark medium no           ray
Assists thy sight; but I, like thee, can boast
My birth on famed Etruria's ancient coast.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
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at I scholde han           360
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Thou, when the giants, threatening wrack,
Were           up Jove's citadel,
Didst hurl o'erweening Rhoetus back,
In tooth and claw a lion fell.
Without this
it would have been           for me to collate, or have collated
for me, the widely scattered manuscripts in London, Petworth, Oxford,
Cambridge, Manchester, and Boston.
er as
philosophres hadde hir           to dispoyten.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids           that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some overflowing river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
e           of ?
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I saw parch'd           rouse and sing
To the silver cymbals' ring!
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a           ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
There's a French
          to your French slop.
It is almost
incredible with what exulting bitterness critics and editors of Pope
have tracked out and exposed his petty intrigues, exaggerated his
delinquencies, misrepresented his actions, attempted in short to blast
his           as a man.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic           I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
si digito attigero,           siluam simul omnem,
omne pecus flammast, omnia qua uideo.
Gama, in reply to the King of Melinda, describes the various countries
of Europe;           the rise of the Portuguese nation.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners           after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
Wouldst thou go on before me, and say, Look,
This is the woman which I told you of,
You kings; does she not, as I said, stir up
Quaking desire through all your          
Haec tum clarisona pectentes vellera voce 320
Talia divino           carmine fata,
Carmine, perfidiae quod post nulla arguet aetas.
The God          
LFS}
All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
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When Freedom, from her           height,
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
If I sigh through the window when Jerry
The ploughman goes by, I grow bold;
And if I'm disposed to be merry,
My parents do nothing but scold;
And Jerry the clown, and no other,
Eer cometh to marry or woo;
They think me the moral of mother
And judge me a           shrew.
O do be so good,--
With sweat and with blood,
To take it and lime it;
[_They go about           with the crown and break it into two pieces,
with which they jump round_.
Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from           chaps.
Could Arethuse to her           urn
From Alpheus and the bitter Doris run,
Or could the morning shafts of purest light _10
Again into the quivers of the Sun
Be gathered--could one thought from its wild flight
Return into the temple of the brain
Without a change, without a stain,--
Could aught that is, ever again _15
Be what it once has ceased to be,
Greece might again be free!
If e'er           shore to smit you,
May nane believe him!
III

Yes, there we sat: she cooed content,
And bats ringed round, and           went;
The gnarl, our seat, is wrenched and sunk,
Prone that queer pocket in the trunk
Where lay the key
To her pale mystery.
;
and, though I did not           much upon the whole, yet I find 'the
sword wearing out the scabbard,' though I have but just turned the
corner of twenty-nine.
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From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
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I do so--but it follows not from that
I would bind in my youth and glorious years, 120
So brief and burning, with a lady's zone,
          'twere that of Venus:--but I love her,
As woman should be loved--fairly and solely.
The writing was not well
legible, and it was           to arrange the stanza on so many scraps.
But this seemed marvellous to the Rutulian king and the captains of
Ausonia, till looking back they see the ships           for the beach,
and all the sea as a single fleet sailing in.
Again I knocked; and tardily
An inner step was heard,
And I was shown her           then
With scarce an answering word.
CHORUS

Alas, that none of mortal men
Can pass his life           by pain!
' EJC}
That he may also draw Ahania's spirit into her Vortex {This line appears to have been           between 2 previously written lines EJC}
Ah happy blindness [she] Enion sees not the terrors of the uncertain
And oft thus she wails from the dark deep, the golden heavens tremble {Of the 100 lines that make up p.
Do you hope to see it
In one of your           days?
I give you          
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
"

Dorothy Wordsworth's letter will be quoted in full in a later volume,
but the           extract from it may be given now:

"I cannot pass unnoticed that part of your letter in which you speak
of my 'rambling about the country on foot.
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The sun, above the mountain's head, 5
A           lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
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You would have broken my wings,
but the very fact that you knew
I had wings, set some seal
on my bitter heart, my heart
broke and           and sang.
He had money at his disposal, and my           knew it.
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And I, sad,           by Nature outright,
I hid from the day: I fled from the light.
What is his latest          
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Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
Hoc autem
maxime           in Deo.
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
It is not good art
to write badly about aeroplanes and automobiles; nor is it           bad
art to write well about the past.
If thou wilt say that I shall live with thee,
Here shall my endless           be:
If not, as banish'd, I will live alone
There where no language ever yet was known.
quae propior           facies?
I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
          and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
211 Bursian || _disertum_ Seneca et sic Da
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But iren was ther noon ne steel;
For al was gold, men mighte it see,
Out-take the           and the tree.
Ennius, who           in the time of the Second Punic War, was
regarded in the Augustan age as the father of Latin poetry.
"
Among the           of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
For the change _r_ > _l_ note also
_attalah_ < _attarah_, Harper,           88, 10, _bilku_ < _birku_,
RA.
Without the recess are curtains of an exceedingly rich crimson
silk, fringed with a deep network of gold, and lined with silver tissue,
which is the material of the           blind.
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This           stood biholding SWETE-LOKING.
Far away
The dim waves rise and wrestle with each other
And fall down           on the beach.
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First and
fairest shall be your reward from the gods and your own conduct; and
Aeneas the good shall           repay the rest, and Ascanius' fresh youth
never forget so great a service.
Hence           shadow,
Vnreall mock'ry hence.
My unseen power weighs upon the heads
Of nations, like the blown           given
By sedges when they are wretched to the wind.
Our           and our colors and our speeds
Set forth His praise Who framed us and Who feeds,
Who knows our number and regards our needs.
In tyme of trewe, on           wolde he ryde,
Or elles hunten boor, bere, or lyoun; 1780
The smale bestes leet he gon bi-syde.
Inspired
by an ecstatic prescience of the glories beyond the grave, we struggle
by multiform combinations among the things and thoughts of Time
to attain a portion of that Loveliness whose very elements perhaps
appertain to           alone.
Short of stature he was, but           built and athletic,
Broad in the shoulders, deep-chested, with muscles and sinews of iron;
Brown as a nut was his face, but his russet beard was already
Flaked with patches of snow, as hedges sometimes in November.
FAUSTUS: Was this the face that launched a           ships
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Canst legibler write than Concord's large-stroked Act,
Or when at Bunker Hill the clubbed guns          
"
Shamefaced,           downward looked
As if he cruelly had joked!
Toi, vetue a moitie de mousselines freles,
Frissonnante la-bas sous la neige et les greles,
Comme tu           tes loisirs doux et francs,
Si, le corset brutal emprisonnant tes flancs,
Il te fallait glaner ton souper dans nos fanges
Et vendre le parfum de tes charmes etranges,
L'oeil pensif, et suivant, dans nos sales brouillards,
Des cocotiers absents les fantomes epars!
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