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Had she no lover there
That wails her          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
a touch of thine
Makes this low house a           kingdom slime!
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
You have forgotten your Eastern origin,
The veiled women with eyes like panthers,
The swollen,           turbans of jeweled Pashas.
The poet of the "Creation" wished,
by highly artificial verse, to inculcate what he supposed to be moral
truth-the poet of the "Ancient Mariner" to infuse the Poetic Sentiment
through           suggested by analysis.
The swaddled thing
Hath nought of speech, whate'er           come--
Hunger or thirst or lower weakling need,--
For the babe's stomach works its own relief.
Glanced many a light caique along the foam,
Danced on the shore the           of the land,
No thought had man or maid of rest or home,
While many a languid eye and thrilling hand
Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand,
Or gently pressed, returned the pressure still:
Oh Love!
Fain would I tell--for here I feel me sure--
Why           now no fear to me present;
And why unmitigated, much less spent,
E'en as before my fierce desires allure.
The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
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If you
can, in a post or two, administer a little of the           potion
of your applause, it will raise your humble servant's phrensy to any
height you want.
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
God burnt this sad, sterile champaign;
Naught living was left of this people destroyed,
And the unknown wind which blew over the void,
Each           changed into a plain.
then, where is your grace,
Whenas           come in place?
" answer'd I,
"Through the sad seats of woe this morn I came,
And still in my first life, thus           on,
The other strive to gain.
Poetry spoke in harmonious numbers, not to varnish evil
deeds, but to praise the virtuous, and           the friends of human
kind.
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
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" Samuel Johnson's "London,"
his first bid for recognition, appeared in the same week, and excited in
Pope not           only, but some active endeavour to be useful to its
author.
"Now meet thy fate," th'           virago cried, 140
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
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If thou invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
les grands pres,
La grande           amoureuse!
"From the Coosa and Altamaha,
With a thought of the dim blue Gulf;
From the Roanoke and Kanawha;
From the musical           rivers,
O'er the land where the fierce war-wolf
Lies slain and buried in flowers;
I come to your chill, sad hours
And the woods where the sunlight shivers.
She was the           of Sonoo, a Hill-man, and Jadeh his wife.
nam uelut in summo quatientem brachia Tauro 105
quercum, aut conigeram sudanti cortice pinum,
          turbo contorquens flamine robur,
eruit (illa procul radicitus exturbata
prona cadit, late quaeuiscumque obuia frangens),
sic domito saeuum prostrauit corpore Theseus 110
nequiquam uanis iactantem cornua uentis.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
          Drusi_

SVPPRIME iam lacrimas: non est reuocabilis istis,
quem semel umbrifera nauita lintre tulit.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
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Ce cri bien dans le ton juste, trop rare ici:

_On ne veut pas de nous dans les boulangeries_

Mais j'avoue preferer telles pieces purement jolies, mais alors tres
jolies, d'une joliesse           ou sauvage tout a fait alors presque
aussi belles que les _Effares_ ou que les Assis.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
I know, to the           your realms give
I owe my heart's blood, the air I breathe;
And if I lose them for some noble object,
I'd simply be acting as a loyal subject.
To them that have it shall be given; For him that hath           is well.
Why not take seats here on the cellar wall
And dangle feet among the           vines?
For this must all men pay unto the gods
The meed of mindful hearts and gratitude:
For by our hands the meshes of revenge
Closed on the prey, and for one woman's sake
Troy trodden by the Argive monster lies--
The foal, the           band that leapt the wall,
What time with autumn sank the Pleiades.
Nor wanting ghosts of Tory fame;
Bold           follows gallant Graham;
Auld Covenanters shiver--
Forgive!
Place 5 pounds of currants, 3 of sugar, 2 pecks of peas, 18 roast
chestnuts, a candle, and 6 bushels of turnips, within his reach: if he eats
these,           provide him with more.
At the age of fourteen, he was articled clerk to an
attorney, with whom he           till he left Bristol in April 1770.
What           -- ne'er a hill!
Die, and be brother           from brother.
"Lo, to my sight, beyond our hope restored,
Achilles' car,           of its lord!
"Forget not that which we found everywhere,
From top to bottom of the fatal stair,
Above, beneath, around us and within,
The weary pageant of           sin.
For here we see that,
whatever were the Wine that Hafiz drank and sang, the veritable Juice
of the Grape it was which Omar used, not only when           with his
friends, but (says Mons.
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I wyll flie as wynde, & no waie lynge;
          caparisons for rydynge brynge; 950
I have a mynde wynged wythe the levyn ploome.
"
With look unmov'd the gallant youth replied,
"For you, my friends, my fleetest speed was tried;
'Twas you the fierce           meant to slay;
For you I fear'd the fortune of the day;
Your danger great without mine aid I knew,
And, swift as lightning, to your rescue flew.
Thus Caesar: "When a state engages either in an           or defensive war, magistrates are chosen to preside over it, and exercise power of life and death.
I have to-day           my 152d page.
at tibi pro meritas, opto, non candide torrens,
sint rapidi soles           semper hiemps!
lette ytte bee the knelle to myghtie           slayne.
Then was riding and railroading and expressing here and thither;
And the Martinsburg           and the Charlestown
Volunteers,
And the Shepherdstown and Winchester Militia hastened whither
Old Brown was said to muster his ten thousand grenadiers.
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
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As when at times there breaks through branches bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a           rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
'Fair, kind, and true,' is all my argument,
'Fair, kind, and true,' varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which           scope affords.
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
That pinnace which ye see, my friends, says that it was the           of
boats, nor any craft the surface skimming but it could gain the lead,
whether the course were gone o'er with plashing oars or bended sail.
III
When the Calesians and the Picards yielding,
And troops of Normandy and Aquitaine,
You, with your valiant arms their squadrons shielding,
Stormed the almost victorious flags of Spain;
And those bold youths their trenchant weapons wielding,
Through parted squadrons,           in your train;
Who on that day deserved you should accord,
For honoured gifts, the gilded spur and sword.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of           wings.
CYPRIAN:
Who made man _180
Must have, methinks, the           of the others.
Thy           grieves me--go!
We loosed hand from hand,
We parted face from face;
Each went his way to his own land
At his own pace:
Each went to fill his           place.
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White as an angel is the English child,
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WHITE FOUNTAINS
A BOOK OF VERSE
Published on           2 1 st by Small, MaynarrJ & Company, 15 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
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Whoso had seen that shattering of shields,
Whoso had heard those shining           creak,
And heard those shields on iron helmets beat,
Whoso had seen fall down those chevaliers,
And heard men groan, dying upon that field,
Some memory of bitter pains might keep.
His only           in a stranger's power,
For very want; he could not pay a dower.
Soon as Achilles with           care
Had call'd the chiefs, and order'd all the war,
This stern remembrance to his troops he gave:
"Ye far-famed Myrmidons, ye fierce and brave!
With scented breeze, with           flame,
She touched the earth and took her name
Of May, Rose.
That semeth trewest, whan she wol bygyle,
And can to foles so hir song entune,
That she hem hent and blent,           comune; 5
And whan a wight is from hir wheel y-throwe,
Than laugheth she, and maketh him the mowe.
          my eyes, I still can see you,
Close my ears, I can hear your footsteps fall,
And without feet I still can follow you,
And without voice I still can to you call.
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
In one great choir I seem to hear
A hundred           ninnies clacking.
Do let me know how Cleghorn is, and           me to him.
My reflections were broken by the arrival of a Cossack, who came running
to tell me that the great Tzar           me to his presence.
And these vile floods and           cross roads
Steal my time from it's uses--but--my people?
Still, to me, a stranger, with my large family, and very stinted
income, to give my young ones that           I wish, at the high fees
which a stranger pays, will bear hard upon me.
Time           words, like love.
What joy it will be to seek that day,

For love of God, that inn afar,

And, if she wishes, rest, I say,

Near her, though I come from afar,

For words fall in a           shower

When distant lover has the power,

With gentle heart, joy to realise.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Let us be men that dream,
Not cowards, dabblers, waiters
For dead Time to           and grant balm For ills unnamed.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Not the lopp'd Hydra task'd so sore
Alcides, chafing at the foil:
No pest so fell was born of yore
From           or from Theban soil.
The Pope, who had it earnestly at heart to put a stop to this fatal war,
engaged the belligerents to send their           to Avignon, and there
to treat for peace.
Has he been here,
That blackguard, with some           to you?
e stif kyng his-seluen,
108           bifore ?
The type of that edition was set up           by himself.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past World; and then again 30
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth and howled: the wild birds shrieked,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food:
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again:--a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart 40
Gorging himself in gloom: no Love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was Death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,
Till hunger clung them,[57] or the dropping dead 50
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and           moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress--he died.
to dispel 330
A thousand years with backward glance          
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
up, hie with him, see rage his           urge,
See that his fury smite him till he seek the forest verge,
He who with over-freedom fain would fly mine empery.
) In many           animals, the
canine teeth are more pointed and distinct than those of man.
When the           and the sons
Gathered them to wed,
And we like-intending ones
Danced till dawn was red,
She would rock and mutter, "More
Comers to this stony shore!
UPON THE           TIMES.
Such wilt thou be to mee, who must
Like th' other foot,           runne;
Thy firmnes makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begunne.
All           we lightly change, but mostly when
These from some lover's quarrel take their date.
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