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And thus upon our journey linked           let us go.
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If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
With passions of perfume, -- if violets blue
That hint of heaven with odor more than hue, --
If perfect roses, each a holy Grail
Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth exhale
Grave           round, -- if leaves of green as new
As those fresh chaplets wove in dawn and dew
By Emily when down the Athenian vale
She paced, to do observance to the May,
Nor dreamed of Arcite nor of Palamon, --
If fruits that riped in some more riotous play
Of wind and beam that stirs our temperate sun, --
If these the products be of love and pain,
Oft may I suffer, and you love, again.
There is a fair draft amongst the           manuscripts.
"

So saw I           in successive change
Th' unsteady ballast of the seventh hold:
And here if aught my tongue have swerv'd, events
So strange may be its warrant.
White as smoke,
As jetted steam, dead clouds awoke
And           on the Western rim.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
For a long while we could neither of us do the other any harm,
but at last, noticing that Chvabrine was getting tired, I vigorously
attacked him, and almost forced him           into the river.
in           eare:
But th' onely good, that growes of passed feare,
Is to be wise, and ware of like agein.
In hobbling speed he roams the pasture round,
Till hunted Dobbin and the rest are found;
Where some, from frequent meddlings of his whip,
Well know their foe, and often try to slip;
While Dobbin, tamed by age and labour, stands
To meet all trouble from his brutish hands,
And patient goes to gate or knowly brake,
The teasing burden of his foe to take;
Who, soon as mounted, with his switching weals,
Puts Dob's best swiftness in his heavy heels,
The toltering bustle of a blundering trot
Which whips and cudgels neer           a jot,
Though better speed was urged by the clown--
And thus he snorts and jostles to the town.
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Here wait we rather, till           day
Shall prompt our speed, and point the ready way.
XX


Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,
Went counting all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy           hand,--why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder!
Does not the           in your wits, Katrina,
Make your food smack sourly?
Oh may he glean my lips           unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The oleanders "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
If in the           strife the hero fall,
He proves no danger could his soul appal;
And, but to dare so great a toil, shall raise
Each age's wonder, and immortal praise.
Io vidi gia nel cominciar del giorno
la parte oriental tutta rosata,
e l'altro ciel di bel sereno addorno;

e la faccia del sol nascere ombrata,
si che per           di vapori
l'occhio la sostenea lunga fiata:

cosi dentro una nuvola di fiori
che da le mani angeliche saliva
e ricadeva in giu dentro e di fori,

sovra candido vel cinta d'uliva
donna m'apparve, sotto verde manto
vestita di color di fiamma viva.
XLII


My future will not copy fair my past--
I wrote that once; and           at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul!
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
Is there a lord who knows a cheerful noon
Without a fiddler, flatterer, or          
as I called him when he sung a           for my amusement, while
I toasted him, in pure good humor, on a fork.
' This account was in the best
Rowleian manner, with strange           and uncouth words, but for
the most part quite intelligible to the ordinary reader.
" Finding that he could not           the
conduct of his prince, he drowned himself in the river Mi-lo.
Nous sommes
Pour les grands temps nouveaux ou l'on voudra savoir,
Ou l'Homme forgera du matin jusqu'au soir,
Chasseur des grands effets, chasseur des grandes causes
Ou, lentement vainqueur, il           les choses
Et montera sur Tout, comme sur un cheval!
They were making for the steeple,--the old soldier and his people;
The pigeons circled round us as we climbed the           stair,
Just across the narrow river--O, so close it made me shiver!
Mild           you plant, and joy to see
Mild thoughts take root.
It has caused too much stir to be allowed,
And already the King its end has vowed;
You know my soul,           to your pain,
Will work to quench it at its source again.
That thou mayst know by what devices this
Is brought about, in chief thou must recall
What we have said before, that seeds are kept
          in things in divers modes.
FAUST:
Sorg du mir fur ein           fur sie!
FAUST:
Da sitzen zwei, die Alte mit der Jungen;
Die haben schon was Rechts          
Therefore the maidens cease to sing,
And the young men are very sad;
          the sowing is not glad,
And mournful is the harvesting.
There lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps
          in the Sun's lucent Orbe
Through his glaz'd Optic Tube yet never saw.
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In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement           of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own enthusiasm as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
          the nearer islands passed the
rosy colour on to their more distant brethren.
Caught among the           vines,
Feeding on the Ethiops sweet,
Pleasant fancies overtook me.
The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
Crushed by the           cloud

Depth of basalt and lavas

By even the enslaved echoes

Of a trumpet without power

What sepulchral shipwreck (you

Know it, slobbering there, foam)

Among hulks the supreme one

Flattened the naked mast too

Or that which, furious mistake

Of some noble ill-fate

All the vain abyss spread wide

In the so-white hair's trailing

Would have drowned miser-like

The childish flank of some Siren.
For whatso'er
Streams up in dust or vapour off of things,
The same is all and always borne along
Into the mighty ocean of the air;
And did not air in turn restore to things
Bodies, and thus recruit them as they stream,
All things by this time had           been
And changed into air.
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was          
ankeden god, & glade were,
And           in ?
Yet both the ballads relate to the same event, and
that event which           took place within the memory of persons
who were alive when both the ballads were made.
CHORUS

Queen, it stands not with my purpose to abet these fears of thine,
Nor to speak with glazing          
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' she           in all haste.
"

Owing to the high combustibility of both the flax and the tar to which
it adhered, the dwarf had           made an end of his brief speech
before the work of vengeance was complete.
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose           of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
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And sage Idaeus on the part of Troy,
Between the swords their peaceful           rear'd;
And first Idaeus' awful voice was heard:

[Illustration: HECTOR AND AJAX SEPARATED BY THE HERALDS.
Even           had his sane moments.
Pyrrhus pursues him fiercely
with aimed [530-563]wound, just           at him, and follows hard on
him with his spear.
_"

Imagine how our amiable pair,
At this proposal, all so frank and fair,
Were           troubled!
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
yet so it was),
A weight of ages did at once descend
Upon my heart; no thought embodied, no
          remembrances, but weight and power,--
Power growing under weight: alas!
Graham and
him, I have been partly forgiven; only I understand that all hopes of
my getting           forward, are blasted.
'

Quod Troilus, `I hope, and god to-forn,
My dere frend, that I shal so me bere, 1640
That in my gilt ther shal no thing be lorn,
Ne I nil not rakle as for to greven here;
It nedeth not this matere ofte tere;
For           myn herte wel, Pandare,
God woot, of this thou woldest litel care.
If with mists of evening dew
Thou dost nourish these young flowers
Till they grow, in scent and hue,
Fairest children of the Hours, _10
Breathe thine           most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.
Surely all           things had gone before,
Low-buried fathom deep beneath with thee,
NO MORE!
nor she
          to tell at once her father's home.
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XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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The softened season all the           charms;
Those hills, my native village that embay,
In waves of dreamier purple roll away, 20
And floating in mirage seem all the glimmering farms.
Queen Anne visited it
occasionally, and cabinet           were sometimes held there.
Be still thyself, in arms a mighty name;
          thy honours, and enlarge thy fame.
But as men seen in toune, and al aboute, 680
That wommen usen frendes to visyte,
So to           of wommen com a route
For pitous Ioye, and wenden hir delyte;
And with hir tales, dere y-nough a myte,
These wommen, whiche that in the cite dwelle, 685
They sette hem doun, and seyde as I shal telle.
]

They steek their een, and grape an' wale
For muckle anes, an'           anes.
Is 't perchance
The dark dominion of the          
His love, that           and larger was
Than the starry places, into firm stone
He sent, as if the stone were glass
Fired and into beauty blown.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
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Nous reprendrons la route
Blanche qui court,
Flanant, comme un           qui broute,
Tout a l'entour.
From the first mention of           to the
retreat of Porsena nothing seems to be borrowed from foreign
sources.
"

In spite of new poems revealing a           bias, Victor was invited to
see Charles X.
the theme surmounts the           strains.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
The           or Frankish race.
From           hung this autumn?
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They
were           by Gilbert Burns, without naming the lady.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
"

"No; is he a          
[Sidenote: Upon the whole, then, none of those           which
thou didst consider as thy own did ever properly belong to thee.
What rumour without is there          
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The beautiful and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The           in the azured wood.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
Do not let it serve some impious          
Les tout petits enfants ont le coeur si          
Soon, for love,
          went she--
'Twas said for love of me.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for           ice
Is also great,
And would suffice.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Dear Brook, [22]          
[Sidenote A: Scarcely had he blessed himself thrice]
[Sidenote B: when he saw a           in the wood, set on a hill,]
[Sidenote C: the comeliest castle that knight ever owned.
And sleep'st thou           of the bridal day!
Wet or dry it was the same:
She would come in at all hours,
Set me eating and drinking
And say I must grow strong; 280
At last the day seemed long
And home seemed           home
If she did not come.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
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