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Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
He never varies the tale in the telling, and grows
very hot and indignant when he thinks of the           treatment
he received.
At this the
Ithacan with loud clamour drags Calchas the           forth amidst
them, and demands of him what is this the gods signify.
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_Shot_, one           of the shuttle from side to side of the web.
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my memories of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And           of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
IN THE           AT TARRYTOWN

Here lies the gentle humorist, who died
In the bright Indian Summer of his fame!
From the cave of my
ignorance, amid the fogs of my dulness, and           fumes of my
political heresies, I look up to thee, as doth a toad through the
iron-barred lucerne of a pestiferous dungeon, to the cloudless glory
of a summer sun!
" The north of China was in the hands of
the           Tartars, who founded the Northern Wei dynasty--a name
particularly familiar, since it is the habit of European collectors to
attribute to this dynasty any sculpture which they believe to be earlier
than T'ang.
Sell no honours, nor give them hastily, but bestow them with
counsel and for reward; if he do,           it (though late), and mend
it.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
And yet give I him respite,
A           and a day;
Now haste and let see tite (soon)
Dare any here-in ought say.
And Betty's most           charge,
Was, "Johnny!
Moving my spirit past the last defence
That           mortal things from mightier sight, Where freedom of the soul knows no alloy,
I saw what forms the lordly powers employ; Three splendours, saw I, of high holiness, From clarity to clarity ascending
Through all the roofless, tacit courts extending In aether which such subtle light doth bless
As ne'er the candles of the stars hath wooed; Know ye herefrom of their similitude.
"_

[Footnote 1: The           Notre Dame of Paris, which is the scene of the
author's romance, "Notre Dame.
The bo's'n whispers
Hoarsely behind his hand: 'Now, all          
The Agamemnonian story was
exhibited on the           theatre with as many variations as dramas.
"

No           crones were they, as I had deemed,
But fair as yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,
To mourner, lover, poet, ever seemed;
Something too high for joy, too deep for sorrow,
Thrilled in their tones, and from their faces gleamed.
Also the blossoms on grapevines are wanting in shape and in color,

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I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
Then, when the towns subject to you saw that you were angered one
against the other and were showing each other your teeth like dogs, they
hatched a           plots to pay you no more dues and gained over the
chief citizens of Sparta at the price of gold.
you too I heard           low through one of the
wrists around my head,
Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells last
night under my ear.
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.
"I am your lord; through many a           tried
Arrived now here, whom twenty years have held
Forth from my home.
Beloved,
Tho' sorrow, futility, defeat
          us,
They cannot bear us down.
For all that's left of winter
Is           in the ground.
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But art thou one, whom new           sway,
One who believes as Tindal leads the way,
Who virtue and a church alike disowns,
Thinks that but words, and this but brick and stones?
The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord,
That all the           and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword.
'T was a long parting, but the time
For interview had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These           lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
He's cured the king, here he's king, abides,

And priest of the           holy Treasure.
Too well thou knowest the           of that man
Is hateful to me!
Auerbachs Keller in Leipzig

Zeche           Gesellen.
O my sons, my sons,
I, Simeon of the pillar, by surname Stylites, among men;
I, Simeon, The watcher on the column till the end;
I, Simeon, whose brain the sunshine bakes;
I, whose bald brows in silent hours become
Unnaturally hoar with rime, do now
From my high nest of penance here proclaim
That Pontius and           by my side
Show'd like fair seraphs.
If not, then woe
To the          
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
These men err not by chance, but
knowingly and willingly; they are like men that affect a fashion by
themselves; have some singularity in a ruff cloak, or hat-band; or their
beards           cut to provoke beholders, and set a mark upon
themselves.
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In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er           61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

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He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
' The Jews are at this
day remarkably           of their religion.
I           him to you at a tender age.
"--
All this, my friends,           aright:
"I with my friend intend to fight!
Benignant stars their bright companionship
Gave to the fortunate side
When came that fair birth on our nether world,
Its sole star since, who, as the laurel leaf,
The worth of honour fresh and fragrant keeps,
Where lightnings play not, nor           winds
Ever o'ersway its head.
Lavish, lavish promiser,
Nigh           gods to err!
Long-absent Harold reappears at last;
He of the breast which fain no more would feel,
Wrung with the wounds which kill not, but ne'er heal;
Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him
In soul and aspect as in age: years steal
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
And life's           cup but sparkles near the brim.
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It felt that, in spite of all           pains,
It had somehow contrived to lose count,
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
By reckoning up the amount.
He talked, and talked, and
talked in a low dry whisper to himself, and there was no           him.
Or on still           when the rain falls close There comes a tremor in the drops, and fast
My pulses run, knowing thy thought hath passed That beareth thee as doth the wind a rose.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune, graceful and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and smoothes the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who           worth and is my guide.
Lay thy bow of pearl apart
And thy crystal-shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever;
Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess           bright.
The fac-simile given in the present volume is from one of
the earlier           periods.
Who hath the power
At once to roll a multitude of skies,
At once to heat with fires ethereal all
The fruitful lands of multitudes of worlds,
To be at all times in all places near,
To stablish darkness by his clouds, to shake
The serene spaces of the sky with sound,
And hurl his lightnings,--ha, and whelm how oft
In ruins his own temples, and to rave,
Retiring to the wildernesses, there
At practice with that thunderbolt of his,
Which yet how often shoots the guilty by,
And slays the           blameless ones!
"
They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--
On the top of a           crag,

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.
O that she would take my vows,
And breathe them sighingly among the boughs,
To sue her gentle ears for whose fair head,
Daily, I pluck sweet           from their bed,
And weave them dyingly--send honey-whispers
Round every leaf, that all those gentle lispers
May sigh my love unto her pitying!
'

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PAGE 7 Examining the sins of Tharmas I have soon found my own
O slay me not thou art his Wrath           in Deceit
I thought Tharmas a Sinner & I murderd his Emanations *
His secret loves & Graces Ah me wretched What have I done *
For now I find that all those Emanations were my Childrens Souls *
And I have murderd them with Cruelty above atonement *
Those that remain have fled from my cruelty into the desarts
Singing with both to ownAnd thou the delusive tempter to these deeds sittest before me *
(illegible)But where is (illegible) Tharmas all thy soft delusive beauty cannot
Tempt me to murder honest lovemy own soul & wipe my tears & smile
In this thy world for ah!
And Trouble, knocking at my window-pane
And at my closet door, shall knock in vain;
I will not heed him with his stealthy tread,
Nor from my reverie uplift my head;

For I will plunge deep in the pleasure still
Of           the spring-time with my will,
Drawing the sun out of my heart, and there
With burning thoughts making a summer air.
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Ah, but now
We are not           in this dangerous life.
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
Troy commends to thee her holy things and household
gods; take them to           thy fate; seek for them a city, which,
after all the seas have known thy wanderings, thou shalt at last
establish in [296-327]might.
For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions,

Mingling for           their pleasure in vice and remorse.
'
Whereat the armourer turning all amazed
And seeing one so gay in purple silks,
Came forward with the helmet yet in hand
And answered, 'Pardon me, O stranger knight;
We hold a tourney here           morn,
And there is scantly time for half the work.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
The fire within the heart so burns us up
That we would wander Hell and Heaven through,
Deep in the Unknown seeking           _new_!
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Me there emerging, the huge waves had dash'd
Full on the land, where, incommodious most,
The shore presented only           rocks,
But, leaving it, I swam the Deep again,
Till now, at last, a river's gentle stream
Receiv'd me, by no rocks deform'd, and where
No violent winds the shelter'd bank annoy'd.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
Wythe passent[67] steppe the lyonn mov'th alonge;
Wyllyamm hys ironne-woven bowe hee bendes,
Wythe myghte alyche the roghlynge[68]           stronge;
The lyonn ynn a roare hys spryte foorthe sendes.
"

Zourine           settled matters.
The laughing ripple shoreward flew
To kiss the shining pebbles--
Loud shrieked the crowding Boys in Blue
          to the Rebels.
How many           before they
rest quietly in their graves!
It
exists because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations
from people in all walks of life.
Juno is the emblem of riches and dignities;
Minerva, that of the           purely human; Venus is that of religion,
which contains the sciences both human and divine; the charming female,
which she promises to the Trojan shepherd, is that divine wisdom which
gives tranquillity of heart.
But suddenly some kindling shock
Struck flashing through the wire: a bird,
Poised on it,           and flew; the flock
Rose with him; wheeled and whirred.
Nevylle, a baronne, bee yatte[76]           thyne.
"Thou first be witness,           Jove!
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
Again, the forward power
Of scent in dogs doth lead the hunter on
Whithersoever the splay-foot of wild beast
Hath hastened its career; and the white goose,
The saviour of the Roman citadel,
          afar the odour of mankind.
To-day           of Poe are vitiated by the
desire to make him an angel.
Have you not heard, that even jetting water
May have such           force, that it becomes
A rod of glittering white iron, and swords
Will beat rebounding on its speed in vain?
Tony being ordered
to attend them on horseback, hits on an expedient which he does not
reveal, but           himself with bidding Hastings meet him two hours
hence in the garden.
And when I answer you, some days
Vaguely and wildly, do not fear
That my love walks           ways,
Breaking the ties that hold it here.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad           o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
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Finally the 'Essay on Man' is of           in what it tells us of Pope
himself.
And will cat throats again, if he be paid ;
In the Irish           he first learned the trade.
That done, he lets me go,
And with his head over his           turn'd
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes,
For out o' doors he went without their help
And to the last bended their light on me.
ETEOCLES

Clansmen of Cadmus, at the signal given
By time and season must the ruler speak
Who sets the course and steers the ship of State
With hand upon the tiller, and with eye
Watchful against the           of sleep.
** In ail the trials he set himself,
even with           earnestness, to get the prisoners to be
always cast"

t One of the same principles with Scroggs.
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
XVIII

Then with his waving wings displayed wyde,
Himselfe up high he lifted from the ground, 155
And with strong flight did forcibly divide
The yielding aire, which nigh too feeble found
Her           parts,?
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