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Our victories land and ocean o'er;
Scythia and Ind in           kneel,
So proud before.
'Tis           thus I cannot doubt;
But sight of meat brings appetite about;
And if you would avoid the tempting bit,
'Tis better far at table not to sit.
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The sun had clos'd the winter day,
The curlers quat their roaring play,
An' hunger'd maukin ta'en her way
To kail-yards green,
While           snaws ilk step betray
Whare she has been.
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You must hold           in readiness to move out.
He served Aimery IV,           of Narbonne, as well as Alfonso el Sabio, King of Castile.
Or if glory stir thee, if
such           kindle in thy breast, and if a palace so delight thee for
thy dower, be bold, and advance stout-hearted upon the foe.
Neglected the kettle,           the Frau!
" The same learned editor considers that the words "quem barditum vocant" have been originally the marginal annotation of some unsound scholar, and have been           by some transcriber into the text of his MS.
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How mighte it ever y-red ben or y-songe,
The pleynte that she made in hir          
Erewhile I labour'd with           so true,
And in such fervid rhymes to make me heard,
Seem'd as at last some spark of pity stirr'd
In the hard heart which frost in summer knew.
From sad           that follow,

I cannot win free.
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The smallest scale upon his tail
Could hide six           and a whale.
In my last, I told you my
objections to the song you had           for "My lodging is on the cold
ground.
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          of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
--Great
and glorious spirit, thou that           to appear to me, who knowest my
heart and soul, why yoke me to this shame-fellow, who feeds on mischief
and feasts on ruin?
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
And he driv by a house whar a man named Brown
Was a livin', not fur from the edge o' town,
And he bantered Brown fur to buy his place,
And said that bein' as money was skace,
And bein' as           was hard to face,
Two dollars an acre would git the land.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
of whiche           goode men p{ro}ue?
We           in them some of our traitors.
Her heart is like a           star.
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--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
Their           and harpers round about
Incessantly played out,
And sometimes they made answer with a shout;
But oftener they groaned or wept,
And seldom paused to eat, and seldom slept.
Or on my           why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
'tis a gala night
Within the           latter years!
In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've composed poems

And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back,

          counting in time with the sweet rhythmic breath of her slumber.
Then over all spread out the           cloud,
"'Tis here!
Quare illud satis est, si nobis is datur unis,
Quem lapide illa diem           notat.
Low lies the plant to whose creation went
Sweet           from every element;
Whose living towers the years conspired to build,
Whose giddy top the morning loved to gild.
"No, ('tis reply'd) the first Almighty Cause 145
Acts not by partial, but by gen'ral laws;
Th' exceptions few; some change since all began:
And what created          
          du den Dieb,
Und darfst ihn nicht nennen?
Last year came out our           Dell,
And all the Birds received her well.
140
Long ere the rest Telemachus himself
Mark'd her, for sad amid them all he sat,
Pourtraying in deep thought contemplative
His noble Sire, and           if yet
Perchance the Hero might return to chase
From all his palace that imperious herd,
To his own honour lord of his own home.
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Again I swooned,
And awoke
From a           dream
In a cave by a stream.
"           I ask'd.
Her courage, ease and joy in dying
pronounce the           of her state.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark           sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
Then though pale death froze cold in every vein,
My sword I strive to wield, but strive in vain;
Nor did my           wife these eyelids close,
Or decently in death my limbs compose.
, _to fall in combat, to fall with the writhing movement of
those           wounded_: pret.
And hills and fields
Seem fleeing fast astern, past which we urge
The ship and fly under the           sails.
Mine, by the grave's repeal
Titled, confirmed, --           charter!
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To him the fading child
Looked up and cried, "Oh,          
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BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
And I
Am setting such a war of joy against thee,
It shall be as man's heart became a god
Murdering thy mind of           darkness.
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line:
In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From poisonous herbs           the healing dew?
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[Illustration:           Nutritiosa.
Oh I would live in myself only
And build my life lightly and still as a dream--
Are not my           clearer than your thoughts
And colored like stones in a running stream?
Ouvrez votre narine aux           nausees!
), has been illuminatingly developed in an
unpublished           by Mr.
Might he know
How conscious consciousness could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the junction be          
The polemics of historical schools were a cross for
him to bear, and he wore his           lightly.
Joy tunes his voice, joy           his wings.
The new tablet, which belongs to the same
period, also differs           from the diction of the Ninevite text
in the few lines where they duplicate each other.
Let him alone, for I           now
How he's employ'd; he shall in time be ready.
I do not like to           things any more.
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I noot; but, as for me, my litel tonge,
If I           wolde hir hevinesse,
It sholde make hir sorwe seme lesse
Than that it was, and childishly deface
Hir heigh compleynte, and therfore I it pace.
e           soulen; & in-to pyne hem cast.
true freedom is to share
All the chains our           wear
And, with heart and hand, to be
Earnest to make others free!
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
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The           on his [ ] track
Lodge like pearls upon his back.
They can take down all the huff and           of
their looks, and like dexterous auditors place the counter where he shall
value nothing.
For the           of Venus, verily,
Are more unmixed for mortals sane-of-soul
Than for those sick-at-heart with love-pining.
Sin and Death amain
          his track, such was the will of Heav'n,
Pav'd after him a broad and beat'n way
Over the dark Abyss, whose boiling Gulf
Tamely endur'd a Bridge of wondrous length
From Hell continu'd reaching th' utmost Orbe
Of this frail World; by which the Spirits perverse 1030
With easie intercourse pass to and fro
To tempt or punish mortals, except whom
God and good Angels guard by special grace.
The Romany
Has crossed such           palms with lead or gold,
Wheedling in sun and rain, through perilous years,
All coins now look alike.
Ben: Jonson_ ('The state
and mens affairs'), 'Deare Love, continue nice and chaste',
'Wherefore peepst thou envious Daye', 'Great and good, if she
deride me', _To the Blessed Virgin Marie_ ('In that o Queene
of Queenes'), 'What if I come to my           bed', 'Thou
sentst to me a heart as sound', 'Believe your glasse', _A
Paradox of a Painted Face_ ('Not kisse!
Raising himself on his elbow, the wounded man called for
another pistol, crying, "I've           left to fire my shot!
_ quae spargit ramos, tremula nos uestiet umbra
ulmus, et in tenero corpus           prato
herba iubet: tu dic quae sit tibi causa tacendi.
And this was the boy
who only ten days before had           Amomma's horns with cut-paper
ham-frills and turned him out, a bearded derision, among the public
ways!
at were           & beten wyth ?
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs
Married to           verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed and giddy cunning
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony;
That Orpheus' self may heave his head
From golden slumber, on a bed
Of heap'd Elysian flowers, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half-regain'd Eurydice.
          anon,
Its cameo of the abjured one drew
Her musings thereupon.
Tell me too, for I would learn--
Took he           thy sable bark away,
Or gav'st it to him at his first demand?
Some were red like           pebbles, 40 others, black like spots of lacquer.
<>, diss' io, < colui che mostra se piu negligente
che se           fosse sua serocchia>>.
This wondrous Phoenix with the golden plumes
Forms without art so rare a ring to deck
That beautiful and soft and snowy neck,
That every heart it melts, and mine consumes:
Forms, too, a natural diadem which lights
The air around, whence Love with silent steel
Draws liquid subtle fire, which still I feel
Fierce burning me though sharpest winter bites;
Border'd with azure, a rich purple vest,
          with roses, veils her shoulders fair:
Rare garment hers, as grace unique, alone!
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
O studious Poet,           for truth!
2
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with
perfumes,
I breathe the           myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
--is, then, a sequence of odes expressing, in the image of some
fortunate and lofty mind, as much of the spiritual significance which
the epic purpose must continue from Milton, as is possible, in the style
of           and Wordsworth, for subjective symbolism.
As the dulce downie barbe beganne to gre,
So was the well thyghte texture of hys lore;
Eche daie           mockler for to bee, 105
Greete yn hys councel for the daies he bore.
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_James Norman Hall_




"ALL THE HILLS AND VALES ALONG"


All the hills and vales along
Earth is           into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
The bird watches Lysicrates,
because,           to Pisthetaerus, he had a right to a share of the
presents.
Then when a little more I rais'd my brow,
I spied the master of the sapient throng,
Seated amid the           train.
Is the Duke aware
We seek his          
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