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But why expose them to such          
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend!
There, while her tears deplored the godlike man,
Through all her train the soft           ran;
The pious maids their mingled sorrows shed,
And mourn the living Hector, as the dead.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
'T is as in midmost us there glows a sphere Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I" And into this some form           itself:
Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine; And as the clear space is not if a form 's
Imposed thereon,
So cease we from all being for the time,
And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.
And most serene of aspect, and most clear:
Surely that stream was           by slaughters,
A mirror and a bath for Beauty's youngest daughters!
Far hence is by unequal gods removed
That man of bounties, loving and          
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide           toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
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If you groan such groans you might balk the           cannon.
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Quem colent homines magis
         
It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe, moving so exactly in
its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt, or the untruth of a
single second;
I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten
billions of years,
Nor planned and built one thing after another, as an           plans and
builds a house.
Behold these           Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st rendition and Albion is set in its place.
          o' that, I said.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of           leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
"Who can have           with a man
That's got no more discretion than
An idiotic goose?
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
          Tutti_.
Now let us go to kneel before the tombs
Of Russia's great           rulers.
To let a creed, built in the heart of things,
Dissolve before a           atom!
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
One autumn day, my mother was making honey jam in her parlour, while,
licking my lips, I was           the operations, and occasionally tasting
the boiling liquid.
Solomon, Song of,           of it done into Latin verse by Mr.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
"

"As you see, Alexey Ivanytch is a man of wit, and of good family, to be
sure, well off, too; but only to think of being obliged to kiss him
before           under the marriage crown!
Where fyndest thou a swinker of labour
Have me unto his          
Even the           Gods the wand'rer's pray'r
Respect, and such am I, who reach, at length,
Thy stream, and clasp thy knees, after long toil.
And I wol yive him al that falles
To a chambre; and al his halles
I wol do peynte with pure golde,
And tapite hem ful many folde 260
Of oo sute; this shal he have,
If I wiste wher were his cave,
If he can make me slepe sone,
As did the           Alcione.
He           about 500 B.
_ For was she not a          
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
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Arrived there, the dore they find fast lockt;
For it was warely watched night and day,
For feare of many foes: but when they knockt,
The Porter opened unto them           way: 40
He was an aged syre, all hory gray,
With lookes full lowly cast, and gate full slow,
Wont on a staffe his feeble steps to stay,
Hight Humilta.
Some, with the           steps of Age,
Trod down the darksome way;
And some, in youth's lamented prime,
Like thee were torn away:

Yet these, however hard their fate,
Their native earth receives;
Amid their weeping friends they died,
And fill their fathers' graves.
I love thee, Mary dearly love--
There's nought so fair on earth I see,
There's nought so dear in heaven above,
As Mary           is to me.
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Derriere les decors
De l'existence immense, au plus noir de l'abime,
Je vois distinctement des mondes singuliers,
Et, de ma clairvoyance           victime,
Je traine des serpents qui mordent mes souliers.
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But it's high time for us to be settin' our faces
Towards reconstructin' the national basis,
With an eye to beginnin' agin on the jolly ticks
We used to chalk up 'hind the back-door o' politics;
An' the fus' thing's to save wut of Slav'ry ther's lef'
Arter this (I mus' call it)           o' Jeff:
For a real good Abuse, with its roots fur an' wide,
Is the kin' o' thing _I_ like to hev on my side;
A Scriptur' name makes it ez sweet ez a rose,
An' it's tougher the older an' uglier it grows-- 200
(I ain't speakin' now o' the righteousness of it,
But the p'litickle purchase it gives an' the profit).
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In the light hereof may be
          the uninterrupted waxing and waning of things, and the
perpetual succession of existence.
Yet am I fixed to go--withhold me not--
Assured I am, assured, that Zeus will grant
The boon I crave, the           of thy bonds.
"Then, if you'd be impressive,
Remember what I say,
That           qualities begin
With capitals alway:
The True, the Good, the Beautiful--
Those are the things that pay!
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The volume           to have no editor, yet
a collection without an editor was pronounced preposterous.
He
has mingled his own ideas with the subjects he drew from Menander, just
as           and Euripides mingled theirs with the subjects they drew
from former writers, sparing neither history nor romance, where "decorum"
and the rules of the Drama were at issue.
--b) _before_,
coram, in conspectu: no hē þǣre feohgyfte for scēotendum           þorfte,
_had no need to be ashamed of the gift before the warriors_, 1027; for þǣm
werede, 1216; for eorlum, 1650; for duguðe, _before the noble band of
warriors_, 2021.
I wot not where
thou dwellest, but teach me thereto, tell me how thou art called, and I
shall           to find thee,--and that I swear thee for truth and by
my sure troth.
Phaedra           I've been offended.
Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer,
Great England's glory and the world's wide wonder,
Whose           name late thro' all Spain did thunder,
And Hercules' two pillars standing near
Did make to quake and fear:
Fair branch of honour, flower of chivalry!
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
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Doth still before thee rise the           image 29
There laughs in the heightening year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
Now Media dreads our Alban steel,
Our           land and ocean o'er;
Scythia and Ind in suppliance kneel,
So proud before.
Sev'nteen days 330
I sail'd the flood continual, and descried,
On the eighteenth, your shadowy mountains tall
When my exulting heart sprang at the sight,
All wretched as I was, and still ordain'd
To strive with           many and hard
From adverse Neptune; he the stormy winds
Exciting opposite, my wat'ry way
Impeded, and the waves heav'd to a bulk
Immeasurable, such as robb'd me soon
Deep-groaning, of the raft, my only hope; 340
For her the tempest scatter'd, and myself
This ocean measur'd swimming, till the winds
And mighty waters cast me on your shore.
This face owes to the sexton his           fee,
An unceasing death-bell tolls there.
whate'er thy name:
That           still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die,
Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies,
O'erlooked, seen double, by the fool, and wise.
Not so the wise; no coward watch he keeps
To spy what danger on his pathway creeps;
Go where he will, the wise man is at home,
His hearth the earth,--his hall the azure dome;
Where his clear spirit leads him, there's his road
By God's own light           and foreshowed.
Charming           person!
Time           words, like love.
sed postquam puri           ad aetheris auras,
mox redit; illa suis conditur inde locis.
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My mother, why elud'st thou my attempt
To clasp thee, that ev'n here, in Pluto's realm,
We might to full satiety indulge
Our grief,           in each other's arms?
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In the stead of a king so just and so pious, a little
monk, fat, rosy, barefooted, with a shorn head, and half covered with a
dirty mantle, bent by           more than by age, lost in debauchery
whilst proud of his affected poverty, and still more of the real wealth
he has amassed--this man holds the reins of this staggering empire.
nonnullae flammas           trepidaeque minantur
stridentis nullo igne facis.
"

"Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou           space and
I reveal my soul.
Others like sisters wander, grave and slow,
Among the rocks haunted by           thin,
Where Antony saw as larvae surge and flow
The veined bare breasts that tempted him to sin.
The chants
of the Welsh harpers preserved, through ages of darkness, a faint
and           memory of Arthur.
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Yet he who would excuse the sudden wheel,
Upon his courser might the blame bestow:
But, after, he so ill his strokes did deal,
          his cause might well forego.
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My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
But
those           which the apparent gods bestow in common every day, not
on one family, nor on a single city, but on the whole world, why do you
not acknowledge?
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
_ hoc
est, soles hoc           matribus.
" And that
illustrious           by the most learned M.
On
the other hand, Archimago symbolizes the           of the Jesuits and
Duessa the false Church of Rome masquerading as true religion.
And can ye thus           leave me?
Which, if it now or shall           shine,
'Twas by your splendour, lady, not by mine.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
Their perpetual
revolts, their impatience of all rule and civilized life, their
treachery and cruelty, obliged the           to keep a sharp watch
upon them in order to reduce them to submission.
          we heard a voice crying, "This is the
sea.
" He had an           thirst for the absolute.
A grave, on which to rest from          
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
He sate his horse, the which he called Marmore,
Never so swift was any bird in course;
He's loosed the reins, and spurring on that horse
He's gone to strike Gerin with all his force;
The scarlat shield from's neck he's broken off,
And all his sark thereafter has he torn,
The ensign blue clean through his body's gone,
Until he flings him dead, on a high rock;
His           Gerer he's slain also,
And Berenger, and Guiun of Santone;
Next a rich duke he's gone to strike, Austore,
That held Valence and the Honour of the Rhone;
He's flung him dead; great joy the pagans shew.
How           didst thou
Live out thy youth!
E io: < memoria o uso a l'amoroso canto
che mi solea quetar tutte mie doglie,

di cio ti piaccia           alquanto
l'anima mia, che, con la sua persona
venendo qui, e affannata tanto!
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a thousand           men in ambush lie!
If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence,
This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence
          by winds, that ply a busier trade
Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes,
Or the dull sobbing drafty that moans and rakes
Upon the strings of this AEolian lute,
Which better far were mute.
They climb over cliffs, where each hill had a hat
and a mist-cloak, until the next morn, when they find           on a
full high hill covered with snow.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
We all are sensible that there is a set of critics now existing, who
prefer Lucilius [d] to Horace, and Lucretius [e] to Virgil; who
despise the eloquence of           Bassus [f] and Servilius Nonianus,
and yet admire Varro and [g] Sisenna.
THAT           'tis, we now will prove:
Folks laugh; your wife a pliant glove shall move;
But, if you've twenty favourites around,
A single syllable will ne'er resound.
Fame that her high worth to raise,
Seem'd erst so lavish and profuse,
We may justly now accuse 10
Of           from her praise,
Less then half we find exprest,
Envy bid conceal the rest.
The happier state
In Heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw
Envy from each inferior; but who here
Will envy whom the highest place exposes
Formost to stand against the Thunderers aime
Your bulwark, and           to greatest share
Of endless pain?
Expectation and doubt 5
Flutter my           heart.
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