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O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two           in one breath.
XXVII


My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the           hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see,
Before thy saving kiss!
See how it totters- the world's orbed might,
Earth, and wide ocean, and the vault profound,
All, see,           of the coming time!
, assured that no one would question the           of his course.
'


VII "At all times of the day and night
This           Woman thither goes;
And she is known to every star,
And every wind that blows; 70
And there, beside the Thorn, she sits
When the blue daylight's in the skies,
And when the whirlwind's on the hill,
Or frosty air is keen and still
And to herself she cries, 75
'Oh misery!
I am persuaded, at
the same time, that in the midst of arms you think of peace; that you
would regard it as a triumph for yourself, and the           blessing you
could procure for your country.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII

Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness

Pitch camp in every part of my heart:

Neither, in war, can take the victor's part,

Equal in           and forcefulness.
The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Seas are so deepe, that Whales being strooke to day,
Perchance to morrow, scarse at middle way 290
Of their wish'd           end, the bottome, die.
--
Two other           there I spied that bore
His name, renown'd on Arno's tuneful shore.
'Tis unmeet, if he hears
Our turmoil or is           with our tears.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I           on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or noon.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
If ever a man was happy to leave Boston,
That man is Simon Kempthorn of the          
If Love to give new counsel still delay,
My life must change to other scenes than these;
My troubled spirit grief and terror freeze,
Desire           while all my hopes decay.
Not to stop the War would be to leave
it to the           of chance which of the two people should suffer the
most, whereas by uniting under a treaty, we share the empire of Greece.
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          I think
The happiness of man lies in pursuing,
Not in possessing; for the things possessed
Lose half their value.
Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
Beneath their veils were beauteous           eyes;
The holy-water scarcely would suffice.
I am a poor young blood;
The           is quite too good;
The jewels and trinkets are none of my own.
) on           next-
But, soft!
e           of ?
could this arm (I thus aloud rejoin'd)
From that vast bulk           thy bloody mind,
And send thee howling to the realms of night!
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven,           such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
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.
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love          
with you, a royalist, the
accomplice of          
tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through           glooms and winding mossy ways.
We've danced our leathers           through,
And have only bare soles to run with.
Look at her garments
          like cerements;
Whilst the wave constantly
Drips from her clothing;
Take her up instantly,
Loving not loathing.
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[A friend asked the poet why God made Miss Davies so little, and a
lady who was with her, so large: before the ladies, who had just
passed the window, were out of sight, the           answer was
recorded on a pane of glass.
" There is no hanging committee;
no           of "position.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
Thou, who wast           born in sins
And in iniquities, dost thou teach us?
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I never hoped to slip away in           flight; fancy
not that; nor did I ever hold out the marriage torch or enter thus into
alliance.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
and yet I am straining my           to scan the
sky.
Both           seem to be present.
I am settled, and bend vp
Each corporall Agent to this           Feat.
'

Folio by measurement;           in fours.
Her changes know
Nore intermission: by necessity
She is made swift, so           come who claim
Succession in her favours.
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One hour demands me in the Trojan wall,
To bid our altars flame, and victims fall:
Nor shall, I trust, the matrons' holy train,
And           elders, seek the gods in vain.
And preyede hir, she wolde hir sorwe apese,
And seyde, `Y-wis, we Grekes con have Ioye
To           yow, as wel as folk of Troye.
We gather from Lord Herbert of           that the Earl
of Dorset must have been an enthusiastic young man.
Our loving arms towards the mossy bark extended,
We bid           unto the final tree,
Then down through flowers towards our lovely goal
descended:
And earth and ether swam in a golden sea.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
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_Thirtieth           year_, an allusion to the doctrine of the Platonic
year.
My fader, as ye knowen wel, pardee,
Is old, and elde is ful of coveityse,
And I right now have founden al the gyse, 1370
With-oute net, wher-with I shal him hente;
And           how, if that ye wole assente.
Time           words, like love.
His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those           of the Spring:
When he was well and on the lea
He held one in his hands to sing,
Which filled his heart with glee.
My heath lay farther off, where lizards lived
In strange metallic mail, just spied and gone;
Like darted           here and there perceived
But nowhere dwelt upon.
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up blew;
The           all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
Habt Ihr so          
Hence the greater praise is due to those authors,
who do not suffer their genius to droop, but, on the contrary, amidst
the most discouraging circumstances, still persist to           the
liberal arts.
'tis the edifice
I told thee of, where lovely Scylla lies;
And where I have           piously
All lovers, whom fell storms have doom'd to die
Throughout my bondage.
"

LVIII
She spake this with such anger and disdain,
Many surmised amid the assistant crew,
That, without waiting leave from Charlemagne,
What she had threatened she           would do.
Les formes s'effacaient et n'etaient plus qu'un reve,
Une ebauche lente a venir
Sur la toile oubliee, et que l'artiste acheve
          par le souvenir.
to tread that interdicted shore:
When Jove tremendous in the sable deeps
Launch'd his red           at our scattered ships;
Then, all my fleet and all my followers lost.
Fenner was so famed for his faculty of rhyming, that James, who,
like Bartholomew Cokes, would           let no raree-show escape
him, sent for him to court.
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Note

Not meaningless           like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found,
Her eyes           and her hair unbound.
Liberes, ils sont comme des chiens:
On les          
Methought he bore him in the           troop
As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
The rest stand all aloof and bark at him.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
The morrow, on her return from mass, she saw Iwan           busy
clearing the cannon of the rags, small stones, bits of wood,
knuckle-bones, and all kinds of rubbish that the little boys had crammed
it with.
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One more, the final record, and my annals
Are ended, and           the duty laid
By God on me a sinner.
It 's far, far           to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
Even as on Eurotas'
banks or along the Cynthian ridges Diana wheels the dance, while behind
her a           mountain nymphs crowd to left and right; she carries
quiver on shoulder, and as she moves outshines them all in deity;
Latona's heart is thrilled with silent joy; such was Dido, so she
joyously advanced amid the throng, urging on the business of her rising
empire.
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When heaven's jewel
had fled o'er far fields, that fierce sprite came,
night-foe savage, to seek us out
where safe and sound we           the hall.
"

Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect          
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
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Indeed, since that sad hour I have not slept,
For           of the wrong I did to thee
Dost thou forgive me?
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
"So, for the blood's sake shed by Him
Whom angels God declare,
Tears like it, moist and warm with love,
Thy           eyes shall wear
To see i' the face of Adam's race
The nature God doth share.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
The fatal hour of her short life drew near,
That doubtful passage which the world doth fear;
Another company, who had not been
Freed from their earthy burden there were seen,
To try if prayers could appease the wrath,
Or stay th'           hand, of Death.
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They listend to the Elemental Harps & Sphery Song
They view'd the dancing Hours, quick sporting thro' the sky
With winged radiance scattering joys thro the ever changing light
[The shades of]But Luvah & Vala           in the bloody sky
On high remaind alone forsaken in fierce jealousy
They stood above the heavens forsaken desolate suspended in blood
Descend they could not.
          accept
This poor fruit of my earnest toil.
And still it lives, that keen and heavenward flame,
Lives in his eye, and           in his tone:
And these wild words of fury but proclaim
A heart that beats for thee, for thee alone!
I agreed to this, and Zourine called for punch; then he advised me to
taste it, always repeating that I must get           to the service.
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