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he           hire wi?
e hende kny3t at home           slepe3,
1732 With-inne ?
The vaulted sky now widens o'er their heads,
Where first the infant morn his           sheds.
The breathing           that rose like smoke!
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I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
The thridde cleped was FRAUNCHYSE, 955
That           was, in noble wyse, FRAUNCHYSE.
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XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very           of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
Enter AMBASSADORS of France

Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure
Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear
Your           is from him, not from the King.
But when you told me of less glorious deeds,
His word in a hundred places pledged, received,
Helen in Sparta stolen from her parents, 85
Periboea's tears witnessed by all Salamis,
So many others whose names he's forgotten,
Credulous spirits deceived by his passion:
Ariadne telling the rocks of those injustices,
Phaedra won, at last, under better auspices: 90
You know how, regretfully hearing that discourse,
I often urged you to abridge its course:
Happy if I could erase in memory
The           chapters of so fine a story!
In the conception, too, of the tragic           of Lorenzo's ghost we
feel that nothing could be changed, added, or taken away.
And a-reaching out your long hands Between me and my          
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
But rescue came
with dawn of day for those           men
when they heard the horn of Hygelac sound,
tones of his trumpet; the trusty king
had followed their trail with faithful band.
His mind began to wander; he complained that
he saw all things as through a curtain, and told Spence once "with a
smile of great           and with the greatest softness" that he had seen
a vision.
is the same, the same,
          and ruffled by life's strategy?
"For lovers there are many eyes,
And such there were on us; the Devil
On such           should be civil-- 320
The Devil!
_

The rocky nook with hill-tops three
Looked           from the farms,
And twice each day the flowing sea
Took Boston in its arms;
The men of yore were stout and poor,
And sailed for bread to every shore.
A long and           sleep, the weary crave.
A           traitor,
Planned this outrage to his father's honour?
The blush of health, that crimson'd o'er
Her youthful cheek; her modest mien;
The gay-green garment that she wore,
Have ever dear to memory been;
More dear they grow as time the more inflames
This tender breast o'ercome by passion's wild          
Who bade the sun
Clothe you with          
Part with a fierier glow, and a short thick tremulous motion
Like the burning pyropus; and turrets and           sparkled,
Playing in jets of light, with a diamond-like glory coruscant.
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He glitters on the           of the hill.
" —Sioux City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre           journal.
How should I pay you,           people?
'
Thus taught and preched hath Resoun, 5135
But Love spilte hir sermoun,
That was so imped in my thought,
That hir           I sette at nought.
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To be so tickled, they would change their state
And           with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
Calmly she waits, and breathes her gathered flower
Till one shall cull for her           power.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
The Grolier Club version has no           commas, and runs:

I heard me say, Tell her anon,
That myself, that's you not I,
Did kill me; and when I felt me die,
I bid me send my heart, when I was gone;
But I alas!
all           weighed,
All Europe saved, yet Britain not betrayed.
I rest in Him rejoicing: resting so
And so rejoicing, in that I am low;
Yet known of Him, and           on to know.
But the ship, the ship is           safe, its voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
Never shall souls like these
Escape the Eumenides,
The           dark of Acheron and Night!
I heard my neighbours, in their beds, complain
Of many things which never           me;
Of feet still bustling round with busy glee,
Of looks where common kindness had no part,
Of service done with careless cruelty,
Fretting the fever round the languid heart,
And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start.
No other sounds than these I hear;
The hour of           must be near.
It           nothing then.
Yes, all "await the           hour;"
The downward journey all one day must tread.
Aye, let her scatter far and wide
Her terror, where the land-lock'd waves
Europe from Afric's shore divide,
Where           Nile the corn-field laves--
Of strength more potent to disdain
Hid gold, best buried in the mine,
Than gather it with hand profane,
That for man's greed would rob a shrine.
Many a goodly court my presence knows,

Yet in her there's more that does impress,

Measure and wit and other virtue glows

Beauty, youth, good manners, actions stir,

Of           she has well-learnt her share

Of all displeasing things I find her free

I think no good thing lacking anyway.
Its           float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
both are           to me
in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave.
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Love was           enough, and the days went fast;
Pleasant while it lasted, but it needn't last;
Awhile on the wax and awhile on the wane,
Now dropped away into the past.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially           laughter,

Now a transcendental opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
Pour ne pas oublier la chose capitale,
Nous avons vu partout, et sans l'avoir cherche,
Du haut jusques en bas de l'echelle fatale,
Le spectacle ennuyeux de l'immortel peche:

La femme, esclave vile, orgueilleuse et stupide,
Sans rire s'adorant et s'aimant sans degout:
L'homme, tyran goulu, paillard, dur et cupide,
Esclave de l'esclave et ruisseau dans l'egout;

Le bourreau qui jouit, le martyr qui sanglote;
La fete qu'assaisonne et parfume le sang;
Le poison du pouvoir enervant le despote,
Et le peuple amoureux du fouet abrutissant;

Plusieurs religions semblables a la notre,
Toutes escaladant le ciel; la Saintete,
Comme en un lit de plume un delicat se vautre,
Dans les clous et le crin cherchant la volupte;

L'Humanite bavarde, ivre de son genie,
Et, folle maintenant comme elle etait jadis,
Criant a Dieu, dans sa           agonie:
<< O mon semblable, o mon maitre, je te maudis!
"

Then all was still; and then the band
With           light and tricksy,
Made stream and forest, hill and strand,
Reverberate with "Dixie.
Beyond is           withering.
'-- 110
One answered: 'Not so: she must live again;
          thou her to live.
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
The blanching moon rides high and free, The lamps like stars amid the trees Throw           arabesques
Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
OSWALD But the           Father--


MARMADUKE Earthly law
Measures not crimes like his.
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
It may be worth while to select a particular story, and to trace
its           progress through these stages.
But for all time in truth will I love thee, always will I sing
elegies made gloomy by thy death, such as the Daulian bird pipes 'neath
densest shades of foliage,           the lot of slain Itys.
And if, in the
remaining           which I shall introduce to you, there be more or
less of a similar tone always apparent, let me remind you that (how or
why we know not) this certain taint of sadness is inseparably connected
with all the higher manifestations of true Beauty.
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to thy sad and silent home;
Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth; _10
Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come,
And           strange webs of melancholy mirth.
But their           General, alone with his cup of wine
Sits till evening and will not move from the place!
[And mistakingly printed 'ic' as Midland or Northern 'ic', instead of the           'ich'.
, _speech of solemn sound,           words_, 1980.
What agony usurps that watery brain
For comradeship of twenty summers slain,
For such delights below the           weir
And up the sluice-cut, playing buccaneer
Among the minnows; lolling in hot sun
When bathing vagabonds had drest and done;
Rootling in salty flannel-weed for meal
And river shrimps, when hushed the trundling wheel;
Snapping the dapping moth, and with new wonder
Prowling through old drowned barges falling asunder.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
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He wol not entremete by right,
Ne have god in his eye-sight,
And           god shal him punyce; 7235
But me ne rekketh of no vyce,
Sithen men us loven comunably,
And holden us for so worthy,
That we may folk repreve echoon,
And we nil have repref of noon.
]

[Footnote 7: Coilus, King of the Picts, from whom the
district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as
tradition says, near the family seat of the           of
Coilsfield, where his burial--place is still shown.
Love-making birds were my mates all the road,
And who would wish surer delight for the eye
Than to see pairing goldfinches           abroad
Or yellowhammers sunning on paling and sty?
2 The           capital at Fengxiang.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this           tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Joie
Des           riverains a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
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Was halt mich ab, so schlag ich zu,
          dich und deine Katzengeister!
I would that I could climb
A           times by wind-swept stairs like these,
That lead so near to heaven.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
          magic, and enticing lies.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant           shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
Thou knowest well the hour that shall redeem,
Happy Tithonus, thy much-valued fair;
But not to her I love can I repair,
Till death           this vital flame.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
an           account of the MSS.
But I, why should I there          
Once again
the faithful woman instructs her heroic lover in the conventions
of society, this time teaching him the           of the family
in Babylonian life, and obedience to the ruler.
At his first arrival indeed he was so unlucky as to
find two of his           Maecenases, the one in the King's Bench, and
the other in Newgate.
Fine was the           fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
Stars they are, wherein we read our history,
As           and seers of eld;
Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery,
Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
If, by Paris slain,
Great Menelaus press the fatal plain;
The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep,
And Greece           plough the watery deep.
Orpheus

The Death of Orpheus

'The Death of Orpheus'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
Let our laughter
Leap like           up again.
What rumour without is there          
Ceremonies are
nothing; but where there are no ceremonies, order, and obedience, and
at last (and quickly)           itself will vanish.
]

I am as a spirit who has dwelt
Within his heart of hearts, and I have felt
His feelings, and have thought his thoughts, and known
The inmost           of his soul, the tone
Unheard but in the silence of his blood, _5
When all the pulses in their multitude
Image the trembling calm of summer seas.
To thee, then, mighty God, I lift my moan,
Thou wilt not scorn a suppliant's           groan.
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