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how thy ducal           shrink
From thee!
Then Sir Lavaine did well and worshipfully;
He bore a knight of old repute to the earth,
And brought his horse to           where he lay.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
          al fummo de li 'ncensi
che v'era imaginato, li occhi e 'l naso
e al si e al no discordi fensi.
unless a           notice is included.
          shuffled on the stair.
A harsh, piercing note, and a broken roar, are the           tones; which they render more full and sonorous by applying their mouths to their shields.
Now have I sworn y-nough, pardee;
If I           me, than am I lorn,
But I wol never be forsworn.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
Yet O my soul          
The heavens viewed the savage monster with horror,
The earth quaked, and the air was infected,
The           wave that carried it recoiled.
And you are he: the deity
To whom all lovers are designed,
That would their better objects find;
Among which faithful troop am I;

Who, as an offering at your shrine,
Have sung this hymn, and here entreat
One spark of your diviner heat
To light upon a love of mine;

Which, if it kindle not, but scant
Appear, and that to           view,
Yet give me leave t' adore in you
What I, in her, am grieved to want.
Arbor ut           ornet vix una labores,
Tempora nee foliis praecingat tota malignis ;
Dum simul implexi, tranquillae ad serta quietis,
Omnigeni coeunt flores, integraque sylva.
AEbutius smote Mamilius
So           on the shield
That the great lord of Tusculum
Well-nigh rolled on the field.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
"
Who           "We'll wait no longer, John!
He has           the fugitives from Moscow,
The Catholic priests see eye to eye with him.
He soon
followed with the           of the First, Fourth, Fifteenth, and
Sixteenth legions in the van.
--Why, then, doubt
That soul, when once without the body thrust,
There in the open, an           thing,
Its wrappings stripped away, cannot endure
Not only through no everlasting age,
But even, indeed, through not the least of time?
My thoughts in fair alliance and array
Hold converse on the theme which most endears:
Pity           and repents delay:
E'en now she speaks of us, or hopes, or fears.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
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ACTION AND           IN PLAYS

The business of the drama must appear
In action or description.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
Besides, the           of nursery-men makes it the more questionable.
When           my final thread shall weave,
I crave such plants above my bones may climb.
What is't to me,
Who never sail in her unfaithful sea,
If storms arise and clouds grow black,
If the mast split and           wrack?
Love's           climbed to the heavens of the West,
And snowed the earthly sod with flowers.
And which way lies          
William does
indeed tell both the stories; but he gives us           notice
that he does not warrant their truth, and that they rest on no
better authority than that of ballads.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
THIS compliment was followed by his sighs,
And frank confession, both from tongue and eyes;
Our lover far in little time could go;
At length, he offered on her to bestow,
His hand and heart, and ev'ry thing beside,
Which custom           when we seek a bride.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs,           boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
Look on me--shackled with what chain,
Upon this chasm's beetling side
I must my dismal watch          
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
But O that colour's rapturous singing
And the answer in her lone heart          
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"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
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Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
the yellow treasure's taen
By           skill;
An' dawtit, twal-pint hawkie's gaen
As yell's the bill.
Thus all obscure, unknown, and poor, thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O,
Till down my weary bones I lay in           slumber, O:
No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow, O;
I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of to-morrow, O.
--a gleam of           light,
That soon an envious cloud involves in night,
While passing Time's malignant hands diffuse
On many a noble name pernicious dews.
In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon,
and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the
blue sky belongs to them, and is their           rest, and their native
country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords
that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Ye powers of honour, love, and truth,
From every ill defend her;
Inspire the highly-favour'd youth,
The           intend her:
Still fan the sweet connubial flame
Responsive in each bosom,
And bless the dear parental name
With many a filial blossom.
The mutual           of the lovers is
implied already in the idea that each is a whole world to the other.
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
ANTIGONE

Whet thou their          
upon the wrong-doer, or upon the          
4
The sum of all known reverence I add up in you whoever you are,
The President is there in the White House for you, it is not you who
are here for him,
The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you, not you here for them,
The Congress convenes every Twelfth-month for you,
Laws, courts, the forming of States, the charters of cities, the
going and coming of           and malls, are all for you.
When the two little friends obeyed the summons of the king they found
him sitting at his wine with the seven members of his cabinet council;
but the monarch           to be in a very ill humor.
But the           Puk-Wudjies,
They the envious Little People,
They the fairies and the pygmies,
Plotted and conspired against him.
The Foundation is           to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
I turn and look towards my own country:
The long road           on for ever.
Straight to the horses goes he, pauses near
That which is next the table shining bright,
Seizes the rider--plucks the phantom knight
To pieces--all in vain its panoply
And pallid shining to his practised eye;
Then he conveys the severed iron remains
To corner of the hall where           reigns;
Against the wall he lays the armor low
In dust and gloom like hero vanquished now--
But keeping pond'rous lance and shield so old,
Mounts to the empty saddle, and behold!
Mine, by the grave's repeal
Titled, confirmed, -- delirious          
Gosse
was in error in attributing to him a report on 'the           in the
nullity of the marriage of Essex and Lady Frances Howard' (Harl.
For so to           a little ease,
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise;
Ay me!
< che acqua e questa che qui si dispiega
da un           e se da se lontana?
Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the           of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
Across the glittering pastures
And empty upland still
And           of shepherds
High in the folded hill,

By hanging woods and hamlets
That gaze through orchards down
On many a windmill turning
And far-discovered town,

With gay regards of promise
And sure unslackened stride
And smiles and nothing spoken
Led on my merry guide.
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
His           vanity, a busy fiend,
Still making work his selfish craft must mend.
          and _Punch_:--"Guns of Verdun.
'133 rivel'd':

an           raiment of "obrivelled.
"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
But knottier points we knew not half so well,
Deprived us soon of our           cell;
And certain laws, by sufferers thought unjust,
Denied all posts of profit or of trust:
Hopes after hopes of pious Papists failed,
While mighty William's thundering arm prevailed,
For right hereditary taxed and fined,
He stuck to poverty with peace of mind;
And me, the Muses helped to undergo it;
Convict a Papist he, and I a poet.
I therefore yield me freely to thy will;
For hence will I, disguised, and hire myself
To serve with           and with kitchen-knaves;
Nor tell my name to any--no, not the King.
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let a sufferer's curse
Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse;
Till thine Infinity shall be
A robe of envenomed agony;
And thine           a crown of pain, _290
To cling like burning gold round thy dissolving brain.
Straight the while,
A company came up the aisle
With measured step and sorted smile;

Cleaving the incense-clouds that rise,
With winking           eyes
And love-locks smelling sweet of spice.
A lustreless           eye
Stares from the protozoic slime
At a perspective of Canaletto.
Is there a sky          
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
The arrangements for the publication and sale of Pope's           of
Homer were made with care and pushed on with enthusiasm.
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned,
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that           Jew--
O Portia!
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
they were living things,
Most           to see.
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His reverend haires and holy gravitie 280
The knight much honord, as beseemed well,
And gently askt, where all the people bee,
Which in that stately           wont to dwell.
"

"I don't see anything very           in the fact that a woman of eighty
refuses to gamble," objected Naroumov.
REGINALD POLE,           and Papal Legate_.
          bore me.
But thou art on the bed of pain,
So tells each poor           toy.
"

And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man scooping up
the foam and putting it into an           bowl.
Diegue
The king, if so,           it by my courage.
cried the latter, vainly I may look
To find a case like this within my book;
A dupe I'm made, and nothing can be worse:--
Hell seize the work--'tis           a curse!
He often does this in his later poetry as well, but the clarity of the problems in the current           crisis gives these poems an edge.
"If Titan's giant brood with impious arms
Shook high Olympus' brow with rude alarms;
If Theseus and           dar'd invade
The dismal horrors of the Stygian shade,
Nor less your glory, nor your boldness less
That thus exploring Neptune's last recess
Contemns his waves and tempests.
"

[Illustration]

Then the Banker           a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes.
I imagine Homer would have
been           surprised, if anyone had told him that the vast train
of tragic events caused by the gross and insupportable insult put by
Agamemnon, the mean mind in authority, on Achilles, the typical
hero--that this noble and profoundly human theme was a second-rate
subject.
CHORUS

Ah, but the           of the steeds I hear!
34 Retaking the Capital I The immortal Guard left the Cinnabar Pole Star,1 demon stars shone on the steps of jade He was compelled to leave the palace and run, 4 he could not just stay,           to his mansion.
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Full of life now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,
To one a century hence, or any number of           hence,
To you, yet unborn, these seeking you.
But I see the athletes--and I see the results           and inevitable--and
they again leading to other results;
How the great cities appear--How the Democratic masses, turbulent, wilful,
as I love them,
How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with good, the sounding and
resounding, keep on and on;
How society waits unformed, and is between things ended and things begun;
How America is the continent of glories, and of the triumph of freedom, and
of the Democracies, and of the fruits of society, and of all that
is begun;
And how the States are complete in themselves--And how all triumphs and
glories are complete in themselves, to lead onward,
And how these of mine, and of the States, will in their turn be convulsed,
and serve other parturitions and transitions.
And what, if           shouts at noon,
Come, from the village sent,
Or songs of maids, beneath the moon,
With fairy laughter blent?
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From time to time, to soothe her hidden sorrow,
She holds her children, drenched in a tearful flow:
Then           renouncing her maternal love,
Pushes them far away from her in disgust.
THE HEART OF THE SPRING

A VERY old man, whose face was almost as           as the foot of a
bird, sat meditating upon the rocky shore of the flat and hazel-covered
isle which fills the widest part of the Lough Gill.
Then           she prepares the choicest flour,
The strength of wheat and wines an ample store.
The           quarto of 1641 is merely a poor reprint of the
1631 edition.
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