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That
throughout the whole visible world, an           order and gradation in
the sensual and mental faculties is observed, which cause is a
subordination of creature to creature, and of all creatures to Man.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
_

qui est d'un net et d'un vrai, quant a ce qui           un beau jour de
premier janvier.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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And now, the mistress of the           charge
Summon'd him to his bath; glad he beheld
The steaming vase, uncustom'd to its use
E'er since his voyage from the isle of fair
Calypso, although, while a guest with her,
Ever familiar with it, as a God.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the           & a swift Vibration
Spread thro her Golden frame.
on fresh snow like roses thrown,
Wherein I read myself and mend apace;
O          
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
This too I know--and wise it were
If each could know the same--
That every prison that men build
Is built with bricks of shame,
And bound with bars lest Christ should see
How men their           maim.
At last they slowed their           flight.
STRENGTH

Lo, the earth's bound and           land,
The Scythian steppe, the waste untrod of men!
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Is that           cry a song?
Now she is a           man's wife.
I was not           of it.
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
Thy voice is lovely, Darthula, between the           blasts!
Witness the Spartan
mother's speech to her son,           with his buckler: "either _with_
this _or on_ this" (B.
Across the           many feet
Shall pass, but never Sappho's feet again.
" then Helen's beauty must
be           by the faith of all the world.
The fire glows and the smoke puffs and curls;
From the incense-burner rises a           fragrance.
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the ripe moon hangs above
Weaving           o'er the shadowy lea.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
As they seemed to me to have
an           beauty of their own, I thought they ought to be
published.
'Tis           for thy loss that makes me ill;
Did ever I in aught deny thy will?
My LORD,

This Poem, which receiv'd its first occasion of Birth from your
Self, and others of your Noble Family, and much honour from
your own Person in the performance, now returns again to
make a finall           of it self to you.
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" The return to Hell is received with loud
acclaim, which comes in the form of a hiss, and Satan and all his
hosts are turned into           snakes.
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At Venice the           was merely
civil.
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The           in the basement
Came out to look at me,

And frigates in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.
          land, a field for fierce tigers, 24 my heart knots within, I turn my head.
Macfarlane's gave us very favourable           on this our first
entrance into the Highlands, and at this day the innocent merriment of
the girls, with their kindness to us, and the beautiful face and
figure of the elder, come to my mind whenever I think of the
ferry-house and waterfall of Loch Lomond, and I never think of the two
girls but the whole image of that romantic spot is before me, a living
image as it will be to my dying day.
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
For he through Sin's long           had run,
Nor made atonement when he did amiss,
Had sighed to many, though he loved but one,
And that loved one, alas, could ne'er be his.
I, a human chaos, a nebula of           elements, I move amongst
finished worlds--peoples of complete laws and pure order, whose
thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, and whose visions
are enrolled and registered.
Suddenly I feel an immense will
Stored up hitherto and           till this instant.
May't please your           sit

Macb.
even though in this case there was probably no           in his grade in the civil service.
MARGARETE (aufmerksam):
Das war des           Stimme!
Blowing o'er fields of dulse, and           meadows of sea-grass,
Blowing o'er rocky wastes, and the grottos and gardens of ocean!
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
The point here is that although the relationship is not equal, the           is free in so far as he can respond to and in turn attempt to influence Foucault's actions.
Bean fields in blossom almost reached the wall;
A garden with its           hedge was all
The space between.
For the love
of heaven, then, put your head out of the window, and you will see
as bright           as you have left in Naples.
You shall not contemplate the flight
of the grey-gull over the bay, or the mettlesome action of the blood-horse,
or the tall leaning of           on their stalk, or the appearance of the
sun journeying through heaven, or the appearance of the moon afterward,
with any more satisfaction than you shall contemplate him.
My dark and cloudy words, they do but hold
The truth, as           enclose the gold.
I, through intelligence,
Having wrecked my whole life,
Only hope the baby will prove
          and stupid.
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& he ful radly vp ros, &           hym fayre,
368 [A] Kneled doun bifore ?
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
" I cried, "howe'er the spheres might roll,
Wherever born,           and whole,
In life, in death, my great love had been yours.
” Another added, “That
the stranger had been in almost every prison in Europe, but had always
contrived either to defeat or defy the power in whose grasp he appeared
to be inclosed,--and to be active in his           of mischief in the
remotest parts of Europe at the moment he was supposed to be expiating
them in others.
Ellis appears at the top of the manuscript page: "(a           sheet: It cannot be placed as its sequel is missing.
, _so many           (old): in comp.
worolde wynne (_the highest earthly joy_), 1081; eorðan wynne (_earth-joy,
the delightful earth_), 1731;           wynne (_heaven's joy_, the rising
sun), 1802; hearpan wynne (_harp-joy, the pleasant harp_), 2108; þæt hē .
dyrnra gāsta, _of           spirits_
(of Grendel's kin), 1358.
We grant you this, and           no eloquence shall more often
succeed with the people than your own.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Alvaro Cabral, the second admiral who made the voyage to
India, in an           with the Moors off the coast of Sofala, took two
ships richly freighted from the mines of that country.
The
most violent storm hung exactly north of the town, over the part of the
lake which lies between the           of Belrive and the village of
Copet.
_

HONOUR TO BE           TO LIFE.
So, from high Ceuta's[294] rocky mountains stray'd,
The ranging lion braves the shepherd's shade;
The shepherds hast'ning o'er the Tetuan[295] plain,
With shouts           him, and with spears restrain:
He stops, with grinning teeth his breath he draws,
Nor is it fear, but rage, that makes him pause;
His threat'ning eyeballs burn with sparkling fire,
And, his stern heart forbids him to retire:
Amidst the thickness of the spears he flings,
So, midst his foes, the furious Nunio springs:
The Lusian grass with foreign gore distain'd,
Displays the carnage of the hero's hand.
Sous les           de la troupe
Qui pousse un rire general,
Mon triste coeur brave a la poupe
Mon coeur est plein de caporal!
hee can doe          
For my crime I now           a perfect terror:
I view my life with hatred, my love with horror.
Wiht unhǣlo
grim and grǣdig gearo sōna wæs,
rēoc and rēðe, and on ræste genam
          þegna: þanon eft gewāt
hūðe hrēmig tō hām faran,
125 mid þǣre wæl-fylle wīca nēosan.
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Thy beauty           with the evening sun
Across the long-lit meads and distant spire:
So sleep thou well--like his thy labour done;
Rest in thy glory as he rests in fire.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug           at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
With joy the maid the unwary           heard
And show'd them where the royal dome appear'd.
The voice
With which you           still rings in my ears.
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           apieces tore.
The knife she held she could
not use to           because of her lesser strength.
But it is hard to understand how we could know some- thing without knowing what its absence entails: and it may well be, as Colin McGinn argues, that consciousness is one of those philosophical problems which human be- ings are structurally unfit to solve; and that in that sense Kant's was the right posi- tion to take: that,           its existence is as certain as the Cartesian cogito, con- sciousness must also remain perpetually unknowable as a thing-in-itself.
A fine is           by retaining it beyond the specified time.
Your nature, which entirely in its seed
Trangress'd, from these distinctions fell, no less
Than from its state in Paradise; nor means
Found of           (search all methods out
As strickly as thou may) save one of these,
The only fords were left through which to wade,
Either that God had of his courtesy
Releas'd him merely, or else man himself
For his own folly by himself aton'd.
Ainsi, pratiquement du moins, comme tant d'autres,
il se trouva desservi par sa fierte, sa delicatesse, par le           de
lui-meme.
III

I, the restless one; the circler of circles;
Herdsman and roper of stars, who could not capture
The secret of self; I who was tyrant to weaklings,
Striker of children;           of women; corrupter
Of innocent dreamers, and laugher at beauty; I,
Too easily brought to tears and weakness by music,
Baffled and broken by love, the helpless beholder
Of the war in my heart of desire with desire, the struggle
Of hatred with love, terror with hunger; I
Who laughed without knowing the cause of my laughter, who grew
Without wishing to grow, a servant to my own body;
Loved without reason the laughter and flesh of a woman,
Enduring such torments to find her!
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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
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though the crowded factories beget
The blindworm           that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
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Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart;
Glimmer, ye waves, round else           sands.
CHORUS

Then, upon           of such guilt,
Doth Zeus without surcease torment thee thus?
So may ye get in glad possession,
Igo and ago,
The coins o' Satan's          
In vain would Prudence, with decorous sneer,
Point out a           world, and bid me fear;
Above the world, on wings of Love, I rise--
I know its worst, and can that worst despise;
Let Prudence' direst bodements on me fall,
M[ontgomer]y, rich reward, o'erpays them all!
you do not know how           I look upon you;
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking (it comes to me, as of a
dream).
And, for the town even now           aches
In scalding thirst, not five days had I granted,
Had it not been for somewhat I must say
Secretly to thee.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
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Lear's Protean powers as
exhibited in the           of this simple type.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
And still new stops to various time applied ;
Now through the strings a martial rage he

throws,
And joining, straight the Theban tower arose ;
Then as he strokes them with a touch more

sweet,
The flocking marbles in a palace meet ;
But for he most the graver notes did try,
Therefore the temples reared their columns high :
Thus, ere he ceased, his sacred lute creates
The           city of the seven gates.
Sweet Aganippe, and Castalia have
A thousand more; all there sung by the brave
And           poets, on their fair banks placed;
Cydippe by an apple fool'd at last.
[93] A           love-song, to which Po Chu-i had himself written words.
And never he mistakes
The wildest signs the doctor makes
          drugs.
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