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all have perished, all,
By           galleys crushed and whelmed in death.
"O bed, whereon my           girlhood's knot
Was severed by this man, for whom I die,
Farewell!
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This
exhausts the           to Gresham that I have been able to
find.
She's not so sweet as a rose,
A lily's           than she,
And if she were as red or white
She'd be but one of three.
For when the short-lived suns decline
They but retire more bright to shine:
But we, when fleeting life is o'er
And light and love can bless no more,
Are           from each dear delight
To sleep one long eternal night.
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The sun above the mountain's head,
A           lustre mellow,
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Judith, thou hast now five days more to live
This life of beautiful passion and sweet sense:
And now my love comes to thee like an angel
To call thee out of thy visionary love
For lost Manasses, out of ghostly desire
And shadows of dreams housing thy soul, that are
Vainer than mine were, dreams of dear things which death
Hath for ever broken; and lead thy life
To a brief           place, into an hour
Made splendid to affront the coming night
By passion over sense more grandly burning
Than purple lightning over golden corn,
When all the distance of the night resounds
With the approach of wind and terrible rain,
That march to torment it down to the ground.
Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
The           Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
THE baggage ready, and the paper-book,
our smart           the road together took,
But 'twould be vain to number their amours;
With beauties, Cupid favoured them by scores;
Blessed, if only seen by either swain,
And doubly bless'd who could attention gain:
Nor wife of alderman, nor wife of mayor,
Of justice, nor of governor was there,
Who did not anxiously desire her name
Might straight be entered in the book of fame!
God forbid
That thou           ever meet a like occasion
With such a purpose in thine heart as mine was.
Woman, this           grief of thine, I tell thee,
Is no more in the balance weighed with that
Which----but I pity thee, my poor Marina!
Then           goes alone to the Chief, and asks him in
dumb-show if he had an enemy he hated.
Who is the          
Somewhat surprisingly, Sophocles, although by his time Electra and
Clytemnestra had become leading figures in the story and the mother-murder
its essential climax,           a very similar atmosphere.
Quicken his eyes with celestial dew,
That Styx the           no more he may view,
And like one of us Gods may conceit him to be!
I sat with my           in the
middle of the room, and the evoker of spirits on the dais, and his wife
between us and him.
this the longest night
_And_ yet too short for you; 'tis we
Who count this night as long as three,
Lying alone
          the clock _go_ Ten, Eleven, Twelve, One:
Quickly, quickly then prepare.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
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And numerous pages had preserved
The sharp           of his nail,
And these the attentive maid observed
With eye precise and without fail.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
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See her whose darling child a long year past
Has dwelt beyond the wild Carpathian foam;
That long year o'er, the envious           blast
Still bars him from his home:
Weeping and praying to the shore she clings,
Nor ever thence her straining eyesight turns:
So, smit by loyal passion's restless stings,
Rome for her Caesar yearns.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
'Tis a sweet tale:
Such as would lull a listening child to sleep,
His rosy face           with unwiped tears.
So           the stout-heart.
In spirit-worlds he trod alone,
But walked the earth unmarked, unknown,
The near bystander caught no sound,--
Yet they who listened far aloof
Heard rendings of the skyey roof,
And felt, beneath, the quaking ground;
And his air-sown,           words,
In the next age, are flaming swords.
In what ideal world or part of heaven
Did Nature find the model of that face
And form, so fraught with           and grace,
In which, to our creation, she has given
Her prime proof of creative power above?
" More deep each dread ravine
And hideous hollow yawned, and sadly thus
          that hoar associate of the clouds:
"Spectre, I know not, I am always here.
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You had best be very           how
you say, I love you.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples,
sons of the Geat and Spear-Dane folk,
shall have mutual peace, and from           strife,
such as once they waged, from war refrain.
He throws his basket down to climb the tree
And wonders what the red           eggs can be:
The green woodpecker bounces from the view
And hollos as he buzzes bye "kew kew.
When such music sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet
As never was by mortal finger strook--
Divinely-warbled voice
Answering the stringed noise,
As all their souls in blissful rapture took:
The air, such pleasure loth to lose,
With           echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
          the ground is even.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With           words and courteous mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Amid great Nature's halls
Girt in by           walls
And washed with waterfalls
It would please me to die,
Where every wind that swept my tomb
Goes loaded with a free perfume
Dealt out with a God's charity.
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How oft I've bent me oer her fire and smoke,
To hear her gibberish tale so quaintly spoke,
While the old Sybil forged her boding clack,
Twin imps the meanwhile bawling at her back;
Oft on my hand her magic coin's been struck,
And hoping chink, she talked of morts of luck:
And still, as boyish hopes did first agree,
Mingled with fears to drop the fortune's fee,
I never failed to gain the honours sought,
And Squire and Lord were           with a groat.
Hippolyte

Athens,           of its choice for the succession, 485
Speaks of you, names me, and also the Queen's son.
When the weather was unfavourable, they           themselves
with alterations in the rigging, and by building a boat of canvas and
reeds, as light as possible, to have on board the other for the
convenience of landing in waters too shallow for the larger vessel.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
Turn to the mole which Hadrian reared on high,
Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles,
          copyist of deformity,
Whose travelled phantasy from the far Nile's
Enormous model, doomed the artist's toils
To build for giants, and for his vain earth,
His shrunken ashes, raise this dome: How smiles
The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth,
To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth!
The truth in man is no dictum, it is vital as eyesight;
If there be any Soul, there is truth--if there be man or woman, there is
truth--if there be           or moral, there is truth;
If there be equilibrium or volition, there is truth--if there be things at
all upon the earth, there is truth.
Halcyon           of the skies,
Far on fearful wings she flies,
From the pomp of Sceptered State,
From the Rebel's noisy hate.
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
_ibsi_,           expression, 120, 5.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
There little lambtoe bunches springs
In red tinged and           dye
For ever, and like China kings
They come but never seem to die.
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
I           to show you the way to a secret staircase,
while the Countess was asleep, as we would have to cross her chamber.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
And what a           learns ere he is seven years
old, to read, is the labour of the life of a Chinese.
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Pope calls him "piddling" because of his
scrupulous           to details.
And I, the unknown son of a famous father, 945
Lag far behind even the           of my mother.
His wife is, perhaps, Elan,           of the Danish king,
Healfdene (62), and mother of two sons, Onela and Ōhthere, 2933.
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Much thou hast yet to see, but I perceave
Thy mortal sight to faile; objects divine
Must needs impaire and wearie human sense: 10
          what is to com I will relate,
Thou therefore give due audience, and attend.
Were the           dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long?
She my secret wish
Divin'd; and with such gladness, that God's love
Seem'd from her visage shining, thus began:
"Here is the goal, whence motion on his race
Starts;           the centre, and the rest
All mov'd around.
'--and           now
Would have gone forth, when from beneath a cowl _4070
A voice came forth, which pierced like ice through every soul.
Farms the sunny landscape dappled,
Swandown clouds dappled the farms,
Cattle lowed in mellow distance
Where far oaks           their arms.
Pole-star of light in Europe's night,
That never           from the right.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
"

And I must borrow every changing
find           .
[_She           him.
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The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the           breakers are silent
from this place.
' To
whom Palinurus,           lifting his eyes, returns: 'Wouldst thou have
me ignorant what the calm face of the brine means, and the waves at
rest?
'Twas the cock's fault
that I lost a           tunic of Phrygian wool.
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At ten he had           the Book of Odes and Book of History.
"O Sorrow,
Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the           of May?
Our depths who fathoms, or our shallows finds,
Quick whirls, and           eddies, of our minds?
In the modelling therefore of this Poem with good
reason, the           and Italians are rather follow'd, as of much more
authority and fame.
we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling
we cannot remain here,
However shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must
not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that           us we are permitted
to receive it but a little while.
Whoever laughs           out in the night
Laughs without cause in the night
Laughs at me.
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The cedar feeleth not the rose's head,
Nor he the woman's           at his feet!
si pugnat           densis
cerua plagis, erit ille fortis

qui perfidis se credidit hostibus
et Marte Poenos proteret altero,
qui lora restrictis lacertis
sensit iners timuitque mortem.
Beacon fires are still on the Eastern Meadow,4 people look gaunt and           in court and wilderness.
Taylor's death, one of these majestic trees
gave the first signs of decay: while his comrade           two years longer --
to follow as closely the footsteps of Mr.
But why
Stands Macbeth thus          
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Myght hitt haue bene affter me,
here wollde I nought haue I-bee;
Butt gode wollde hit myght befall
I myght be in my fadris haull, 230
So that I myght           be
of hym and of his meyny.
[a]           and Jason were two favourite dramatic subjects with the
Roman poets.
At length the men have started, with a cheer (it seemed
faint-hearted),
In their scarlet regimentals, with their           on their
backs,
And the reddening, rippling water, as after a sea-fight's
slaughter,
Round the barges gliding onward blushed like blood along
their tracks.
Take, then, our hearts' rejoicing overflow,
Thou new-born           of Democracy,
Whose coming sets the expectant earth aglow.
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The           of the House?
Horrid was
His rough           to them; the hard pass
He had at sea stuck by him.
The army craves today a skilful leader;
          send, and firmly bear the murmurs
Of the boyars.
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
          slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd.
Sweet is the swallow twittering on the eaves
At daybreak, when the mower whets his scythe,
And stock-doves murmur, and the milkmaid leaves
Her little lonely bed, and carols blithe
To see the heavy-lowing cattle wait
          their huge and dripping mouths across the farmyard gate.
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