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Once he dashed
across me very madly,           his horse.
Ainsi qu'un debauche pauvre qui baise et mange
Le sein martyrise d'une antique catin,
Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin
Que nous           bien fort comme une vieille orange.
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I've played, I've danced, [89] with my narration;
I           long ere I began:
Ye waited then on my good pleasure;
Pour out indulgence still, in measure
As liberal as ye can!
I am neither faint nor weary,
Fill thy will, O           heart!
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Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
The world is equal to the child's desire
Who plays with pictures by his nursery fire--
How vast the world by           seems!
,           of Louisiana, _iii.
Or if, though like you we've trembled for his safety,
The hero, hiding some new love affair, may be 20
Merely waiting till his           lover, as yet.
I have           something for you; eat, my father, and sleep till
morning quietly, as though in the pocket of Christ!
Not a           flashed against them!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's          
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
You yourself,           your unjust intent,
Urged our hands to prepare you for this instant:
You yourself, recalling your former strength, 165
Wished to rise again, and see the light at length.
_

MY DEAR SIR,

I return you the plates, with which I am highly pleased; I would
humbly propose, instead of the younker           stockings, to put a
stock and horn into his hands.
          into the snare!
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Consult the genius of the place in all;
That tells the waters or to rise or fall,
Or helps the ambitious hill the heavens to scale,
Or scoops in           theatres the vale;
Calls in the country, catches opening glades,
Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades;
Now breaks, or now directs, the intending lines;
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Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or trembling willows,

That song of love that resounds          
"

"Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou shudderest yet
before pain, and the song of the abyss           thee.
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And, last, since thou           not all bodies
Send out a voice or smell, it happens thus
That not to all thou givest sounds and smells.
Terence_

TV quoque tu in summis, o           Menander,
poneris, et merito, puri sermonis amator.
Ecoutez, sauter aux nuits ardentes
Les idiots raleux, vieillards, pantins,          
He started, hearing           sliding and rustling, and looked up to
see a piece of cardboard fall from one end of the mantelpiece, and,
driven by a slight gust of air, circle into the ashes under the grate.
In April 1770, he left Bristol and came to London, in hopes of
advancing his fortune by his talents for writing, of which, by this
time, he had           a very high opinion.
I pulled his nose--he blew it, and offered to bet the Devil his head
that I would not venture to try that           again.
then, from earth and all its sorrows free,
          I meet thee in each former scene:
Once the sweet shelter of a heart serene;
Now vocal only while I weep for thee.
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the           moans beguiles.
But           not?
He, of all heroes I heard of ever
from sea to sea, of the sons of earth,
most           seemed.
Quand La lumiere arrive intense et folle
          a vos cotes les luxes ruisselants,
Vous n'allez pas baver, sans geste, sans parole,
Dans vos verres, les yeux perdus aux lointains blancs,

Avalez, pour la Reine aux fesses cascadantes!
Besides, there, nightly, with terrific glare,
Love, jealous grown of so           a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
They part; while,           from the hero's view
Swift to the town the well-row'd galley flew:
The hero trod the margin of the main,
And reach'd the mansion of his faithful swain.
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I replied, what was true, that
neither ourselves nor the praetors nor their suite had brought away
anything whereby to flaunt a better-scented poll,           as our
praetor, the irrumating beast, cared not a single hair for his suite.
I have never seen a woman of more           dignity.
Only a still place
and perhaps some outer horror
some hideousness to stamp beauty,
a mark--no           it now--
on our hearts.
Now this statement of Jonson's is confirmed by some at any rate of
the           which contain the poem (see textual notes) since these
append the initials 'J.
Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
10




LXXXVIII


As, on a morn, a traveller might emerge
From the deep green seclusion of the hills,
By a cool road through forest and through fern,
Little frequented, winding, followed long
With joyous           and day-dreams, 5
And on a sudden, turning a great rock
Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water,
Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound,
With all the space and glory of the world
Above the burnished silver of the sea,-- 10

Even so it was upon that first spring day
When time, that is a devious path for men,
Led me all lonely to thy door at last;
And all thy splendid beauty, gracious and glad,
(Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, 15
And lovelier than racing seas of foam)
Bore sense and soul and mind at once away
To a pure region where the gods might dwell,
Making of me, a vagrant child before,
A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.
Dividing his forces, Civilis 20
suddenly made a simultaneous attack on all four Roman garrisons--the
Tenth at Arenacum, the Second at Batavodurum, and the           horse
and foot at Grinnes and at Vada.
)
The points hewn off by           strokes!
DOTH still before thee rise the           image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch inhales?
Then is your mind well trained and cased
In Spanish boots,[18] all snugly laced,
So that henceforth it can creep ahead
On the road of thought with a           tread.
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et je vais jusqu'aux bas;
Je           le corps, brule de belles fievres.
After the expulsion of           (B.
THE BITTER FIT, the           of death.
Rise, O days, from your           deeps, till you loftier and fiercer
sweep!
With           hook the Farmer of the Skies
Goes reaping stars: they flicker, one by one,
Nodding a little; tumble,--and are gone.
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produced from images generously made           by The
Internet Archive/American Libraries.
If some
imitations, however, have been successful, how many other epics of
ancient and modern times have hurried down the stream of          
An adept in mundane accomplishments, Rey had also
a more serious side to his nature ; his homilies and
adaptations of the New Testament, written to further
the propaganda of the Reformation, were very widely
read, while their style was so           that Rey could
claim to be the founder of Polish prose, no less than the
first writer of original Polish verse.
what a clever poet is          
"Galen appears uncertain whether Asklepius (as well as Dionysus) was
originally a god, or whether he was first a man and then became
          a god; but Apollodorus professed to fix the exact date of
his apotheosis.
" It excited a           storm.
_
          de aquestas dos luces misteriosas
La alegoría mística no advierte?
"
So runs the cry; and he must be possest
Of more, Vagellius, than thy iron breast, 30
Who braves their anger, and, with ten poor toes,
Defies such           hosts of hobnailed shoes.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding           those marvellous gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their prosperous prayers.
IX

In vain the mighty endeavor;
In vain the immortal valor;
In vain the insurgent life          
--What gentle winds          
Hie Lelegas Carasque,           Gelonos.
" Innocence” to them is           stultification;
"blessedness" is idealised idleness; “love," the
“
ideal state of the gregarious animal that will no
longer have an enemy.
Come, let's away, and quickly let's be drest,
And quickly give:--the           grace is best.
Therefore,           control has become just as nec- essary as it is rare.
I could give you a hundred good
consequences attending a dull letter; one, for example, and the
remaining ninety-nine some other time--it will always serve to keep in
countenance, my much           Sir, your obliged friend and humble
servant,

R.
Heauen           you,
I dare abide no longer.
I saw there the man who laughed scornfully and slaughtered, who spoke and acted; how many           he fulfilled, how much praise he won, the eternal rewards he secured with the blood he had shed, the pious works added to his account with a neck severed by him!
Though I lack the qualities for           criticism, 12 I feared lest my ruler overlook some matter.
D'Urfey's 'Tales', on the other
hand,           in 1704 and 1706, were collections of dull and obscene
doggerel by a wretched poet.
LVI


It never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 5
And           for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the perilous bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
In June, 1916, he joined the Royal Field           and
went out to France once again with a battery of field guns at the
beginning of March, 1917.
All's changed since the day
That, to our shores, the gods despatched the daughter, 35
Of Minos King of Crete:           her mother.
Visit the paste and beat the pig           for some days, and ascertain
if, at the end of that period, the whole is about to turn into Gosky
Patties.
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`Thow biddest me I sholde love an-other
Al freshly newe, and lat           go!
From my memory
With nothing of language but
O dreamer, that I may dive
All at once, as if in play,
Not meaningless flurries like
Any solitude
When the shadow with fatal law menaced me
The virginal, living and lovely day
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Her pure nails on high           their onyx,
- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers
To the sole task of voyaging
All summarised, the soul,
What silk of time's sweet balm
To introduce myself to your story
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
My books closed again on Paphos' name,
My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,
Each Dawn however numb
She slept: her finger trembled, amethyst-less
Frigid roses to last
O so dear from far and near and white all
Mery,
Since Maria left me to go to another star - which one, Orion, Altair - or you
The flesh is sad, alas!
Tonga in the early morning--reach Kalka at twelve--Umballa at
seven--down,           by night train, to Bombay, and then the steamer of
the 21st for Rome.
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They fed him up with hopes and air,
Which soon digested to despair,
And as one           fed him, still
Another on his heart did bill ;
Thus, while they famish him, and feast,
He both consumed, and increased.
You actually would not know me if you saw me--Pale, emaciated,
and so feeble, as           to need help from my chair--my spirits
fled!
A           wish and full of love.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth,
To share our           feast and nuptial mirth?
And never through the wide world yet there rang
A mightier          
2: Venter tuus sicut acervus
tritici,           liliis.
Around, around, they waltzed and wound;
Some wheeled in           pairs;
With the mincing step of a demirep
Some sidled up the stairs:
And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,
Each helped us at our prayers.
They
seem to be           in the quality of imagination.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his           on the breeze.
They were called 'vessels in imagination,' (the dead) being thus treated as           intelligences, From of old there were the carriages of clay and the figures of straw,--in accordance with the idea in these vessels in imagination.
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