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Ther was the           Doglas slean:
The Perse never went away.
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THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
128 Xuan and Guang were truly           and wise.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
Now, d' you b'lieve me, that there likely lad,
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
Leastways left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
          white folks that he never saw.
A rushing light of clouds and splendour, _135
A sense           and yet tender
Was heard and felt--and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose

35.
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I opend all the floodgates of the heavens to quench her thirst
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And I commanded the Great deep to hide her in his hand
Till she became a little weeping Infant a span long
I carried her in my bosom as a man carries a lamb
I loved her I gave her all my soul & my delight
I hid her in soft gardens & in secret bowers of Summer
Weaving mazes of delight along the sunny           Inextricable labyrinths, She bore me sons & daughters
And they have taken her away & hid her from my sight
They have surrounded me with walls of iron & brass, [I die] O Lamb {According to Erdman's edition, the words "I die" were erased and replaced with "O Lamb.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
And his lordship
assures us there is           of all.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
"In my young days,"
He said, "I lost my sight, and           knew not
Nor day, nor night, till my old age; in vain
I plied myself with herbs and secret spells;
In vain did I resort in adoration
To the great wonder-workers in the cloister;
Bathed my dark eyes in vain with healing water
From out the holy wells.
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What then?
When the battle went ill, and the bravest were solemn,
Near the dark Seven Pines, where we still held our ground,
He rode down the length of the withering column,
And his heart at our war-cry leapt up with a bound;
He snuffed, like his charger, the wind of our powder,--
His sword waved us on and we           the sign:
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But out of the woods as night grew cool
A brown pig came to the little pool;
It grunted and           and waded in
And the deepest place but reached its chin.
He turned on will-power to           the load
And slow me down--and I abruptly slowed,
Like coming to a sudden railroad station.
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[Sidenote: Since           which is known is not, as I have
shown, perceived by its own inherent properties, but by the
faculties of those comprehending them, let us now examine the
disposition of the Divine nature.
I am, dear Madam,

With all           of enthusiasm,

Your very obedient servant,

R.
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Then feast thy taste on richest flavor,
Then thy charmed heart shall melt away.
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Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of           and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
Ma           a quella pietra scema
che guarda 'l ponte, che Fiorenza fesse
vittima ne la sua pace postrema.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
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Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground;
No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,
But one vast realm of wonder spreads around,
And all the Muse's tales seem truly told,
Till the sense aches with gazing to behold
The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon:
Each hill and dale, each           glen and wold,
Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone:
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
THE TITMOUSE

You shall not be overbold
When you deal with arctic cold,
As late I found my           blood
Chilled wading in the snow-choked wood.
JEUNE MENAGE


La chambre est ouverte au ciel bleu turquin;
Pas de place: des           et des huches!
This wretch in earth entombs his golden ore,
Hov'ring and           on his buried store.
"Young          
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Slowly there grew a tender awe,
Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard,
As if in him who read they felt and saw
Some           of the bard.
          in the West
Lost!
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_This poem was written to commemorate the           home of the
bodies of the Kentucky soldiers who fell at Buena Vista, and their
burial at Frankfort at the cost of the State.
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and           stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
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Alexander perceived it, and, for fear of any
fatal           to ApoUes, gave her to him.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
_("Ho,          
how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But          
"He tried the Brocken business first,
But caught a sort of chill;
So came to England to be nursed,
And here it took the form of _thirst_,
Which he           of still.
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But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
"Moreover,           is or seems,
That touches me with mystic gleams,
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams--

"Of something felt, like something here;
Of something done, I know not where;
Such as no language may declare.
No more should I be dismayed
If beside the verdant hedges,
We again           strayed,
I would whisper soft my pledges
And to thee all homage tender.
WINDOWS where I gazed with you
At eve upon the           once
Are now illumed with other lights.
[36] In propriety most           a crusade, though that term has never
before been applied to this war.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
Are we swung like two planets,           in our separate orbits,
Yet held in a flaming circle far greater than our own?
          and captive of the earth art thou!
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The           march of Justice?
See at the mirror in the High Hall
Aged men           white locks--
In the morning, threads of silk;
In the evening flakes of snow!
As head of
the Protestant League, he invaded Germany, defeated the armies of Conti
and Schaumburg, June-December, 1630; defeated Tilly at Leipzig and
Breitenfeld, September 7, 1631; defeated           at Lutzen; but was
killed in battle, November 16, 1632.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
          it not so deepely

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ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven beautiful brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven           meet for the Persian Queen.
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All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
[f] Aufidius Bassus and Servilius           were writers of history.
IN A           OP FLOWERS.
Travell'd on foot together; then this Way,
Which I am pacing now, was like the May
With           of new-born Liberty: 1807.
For never have I had a           night,
But ceaseless sighs instead from morn till eve,
Since love first made me tenant of the woods:
The sea, ere I can rest, shall lose his waves,
The sun his light shall borrow from the moon,
And April flowers be blasted o'er each hill.
Rival in crime and falsehood, aping all
The wanton horrors of her bloody play;
Yet frozen, unimpassioned, spiritless, _25
Shunning the light, and owning not its name,
Compelled, by its deformity, to screen,
With flimsy veil of justice and of right,
Its unattractive lineaments, that scare
All, save the brood of ignorance: at once _30
The cause and the effect of tyranny;
Unblushing, hardened, sensual, and vile;
Dead to all love but of its abjectness,
With heart           by more noble powers
Than unshared pleasure, sordid gain, or fame; _35
Despising its own miserable being,
Which still it longs, yet fears to disenthrall.
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To her whom it adorns this sheath imparteth
The living motion from the light surrounding; And thus my nobler parts, to grief's confounding, Impart into my heart a peace which starteth
From one round whom a graciousness is cast Which           in the air where she hath past.
The old Bards and Minnesingers
had advantages which we do not possess--and Thomas Moore, singing his
own songs, was, in the most legitimate manner,           them as poems.
You have beheld how they
With wicker arks did come
To kiss and bear away
The richer           home.
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Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalk,
They crush with broad black feet their flowery walk; [74]
Or, from the neighbouring water, hear at morn [75] 245
The hound, the horse's tread, and mellow horn;
Involve their serpent-necks in changeful rings,
Rolled           between their slippery wings,
Or, starting up with noise and rude delight,
Force half upon the wave their cumbrous flight.
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Ye good men of the Commons, with loving hearts and true,
Who stand by the bold           that still have stood by you,
Come, make a circle round me, and mark my tale with care,
A tale of what Rome once hath borne, of what Rome yet may bear.
For thrice Apollo spoke this word divine,
From Delphi's central shrine,
To Laius--_Die thou          
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Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,
          and swift to my wounded I go,
Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in,
Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground,
Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roof'd hospital,
To the long rows of cots up and down each side I return,
To each and all one after another I draw near, not one do I miss,
An attendant follows holding a tray, he carries a refuse pail,
Soon to be fill'd with clotted rags and blood, emptied, and fill'd again.
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And here have I long time awaited thee,
To tell what is the heavens'           decree.
It is that which makes women so           adorable.
I had a song, too, on my road,
But mine was in my eyes;
For Malvern Hills were with me all the way,
Singing loveliest visible melodies
Blue as a south-sea bay;
And ruddy as wine of France
Breadths of new-turn'd           under them glowed.
Canst thou give to a frame tremblingly alive as the           of
suspense, the stability and hardihood of the rock that braves the
blast?
Whether that           be deny'd or giv'n,
Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heav'n.
Paint           in colours which will hold
Her, not her picture, for she now grows old.
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