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Antony,
And from Mont Martyr southward to the Dome
Of           [D].
DONA SOL: Oh, where is          
Sir Gawayne, the nephew of the king,           his
uncle to let him undertake the encounter; and, at the earnest entreaty
of his nobles, Arthur consents "to give Gawayne the game" (ll.
And, man of the many white croziers, a century there I forgot;
How the           drip blood in the battle, when the fallen on fallen lie
rolled;
How the falconer follows the falcon in the weeds of the heron's plot,
And the names of the demons whose hammers made armour for Midhir of old.
And then for a knave I've           him long!
So those           letters, that audacious pursuit were
not the result of tenderness and love.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
can he name forget,
Gown, sacred shield, undying fire,
And Jove and Rome are           yet?
at in           schulden be; li?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
he can see enough, when years are told,
Who           looks.
[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
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Near Jerusalem, once
the city where God           His grace, the Divine Redeemer withdrew
from the multitude and sought retirement.
MARMADUKE What, if he were sick,
          upon the very verge of life,
And old, and blind--


LACY Blind, say you?
Braid your Locks with rosie Twine
          odours, dropping Wine.
Why, I dared not name a sin
In her presence: I went round,
Clipped its name and shut it in
Some           crystal sound,--
Changed the dagger for the pin.
Cette mutilation de sa pensee par autorite de justice
avait eu pour resultat de rendre les directeurs de journaux et de
revues tres           a son egard, lorsqu'il leur presentait quelques
pages de prose ou des poesies nouvelles; sa situation pecuniaire s'en
ressentit.
Je           le vent baigner ma tete nue!
Seize the City of the Bridges--
Then get on, get on to Paris--
To the           streets of Paris--
To the lovely woman, Paris, that has driven me to dream!
Who but a god can change the general doom,
And give to wither'd age a           bloom!
It is the impatience to burst into
blossoming, the longing for love which           in these _Songs of the
Maidens_ with the tenseness of suspense.
8           hoarse
32 covert drear
i.
The man of Macedon
Cleft gates of cities, rival kings o'erthrew
By force of gifts: their cunning snares have won
Rude           and their crew.
For like great wings           smiting air
And driving it along in rushing rivers,
Desire of joy beats mightily pulsing forward
The world's one nature, and all the loose lives therein,
Carried and greatly streaming on a gale
Of craving, swept fiercely along in beauty;--
Like a great weather of wind and shining sun,
When the airs pick up whole huge waves of sea,
Crumble them in their grasp and high aloft
Sow them glittering, a white watery dust,
To company with light: so we are driven
Onward and upward in a wind of beauty,
Until man's race be wielded by its joy
Into some high incomparable day,
Where perfectly delight may know itself,--
No longer need a strife to know itself,
Only by its prevailing over pain.
If I've your leave I'll take this           up.
CHORUS

Maid of mysterious woes, mysterious lore,
Long was thy prophecy: but if aright
Thou readest all thy fate, how, thus unscared,
Dost thou           the altar of thy doom,
As fronts the knife some victim, heaven-controlled?
We grant no           to the few,
We hold like rights, and shall;--
Equal on Sunday in the pew,
On Monday in the mall,
For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land or life, if freedom fail?
XLVI
"But will you send some frigates, albeit few,
(Provided that unfurled your standards be)
No sooner shall they loose from hence, that crew
Of           shall within their confines flee;
-- Nubians are they, or idle Arabs -- who,
Knowing that you are severed by the sea
From your own realm, and warring with our band,
Have taken courage to assail your land.
Now thou art lifted up, draw mee to thee,
And at thy death giving such           dole,
_Moyst, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule_.
Tasso is
perhaps more           than Camoens; the plastic power of his
imagination is more assured.
My worthy sir, you see the matter
As people           see;
But we must learn to take things better,
Before life pleasures wholly flee.
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
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"In the           was the _Word_.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ihr sprecht schon fast wie ein Franzos;
Doch bitt ich, lasst's Euch nicht verdriessen:
Was hilft's, nur grade zu          
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Dana Burnet and the New York           Sun_:--"The Battle of Liege.
And wherefore          
If anything on earth           the name of rapture
or transport, it is the feelings of green eighteen in the company of
the mistress of his heart, when she repays him with an equal return of
affection.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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Here lies Johnny Pidgeon;
What was his          
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Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
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destroy all copies of the works           in a physical medium
and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of
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For me           the bliss,
The thrill of a woman's kiss.
ider wende in          
After a thousand years I have found my Bao Shu,2 I have achieved           by his willingness to befriend me.
And           still so closely wedged,

As if the night within were hedged.
Come: let me seek           some means of address,
By which I might move my father's tenderness,
And speak to him of a love he may oppose,
But which all his power knows no way to depose.
Our           must
be more accurate in the beginning and end than in the midst, and in the
end more than in the beginning; for through the midst the stream bears
us.
Oh, sharper tangs pierced through this           May.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
Speaking to clouds and playing with the wind,
With joy he sings the sad Way of the Rood;
His           pilgrim spirit weeps behind
To see him gay as birds are in the wood.
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"Have you prayed tonight,          
Now, then,
Since nature of mind is movable so much,
Consist it must of seeds           small
And smooth and round.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Hor ich          
The newly recovered section of the epic           two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with subjects for
seals.
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No           tankards flow.
VI

They crossed the hills; they came to where
Through an arid gloom the river Chaudiere
Fled like a Maenad with           hair;
And there the soldier sank, and died.
Jia Zhi, Dawn Court at Daming Palace, for My Colleagues in the Two Ministries Silver candles scent the heavens,           along on purple streets, colors of spring in the Forbidden City, lush in the morning.
          they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
'

But nedes day departe moste hem sone,
And whanne hir speche doon was and hir chere, 1710
They twinne anoon as they were wont to done,
And setten tyme of meting eft y-fere;
And many a night they           in this manere.
Can I punish the father of          
You know very well
he is on the roll of the           regiment.
--it           up the sky through the night!
Though time shall be no more, yet space shall give
A nobler theatre to love and live
The winged courier then no more shall claim
The power to sink or raise the notes of Fame,
Or give its glories to the           ray:
True merit then, in everlasting day,
Shall shine for ever, as at first it shone
At once to God and man and angels known.
Come, tell me           in detail;
what a long journey would I not be ready to take to hear your tale!
Like a priest from whom one has torn
his divinity, I could not, without heartbreaking bitterness, leave this
so monstrously seductive ocean, this sea so infinitely various in its
terrifying simplicity, which seemed to contain in itself and represent
by its joys, and attractions, and angers, and smiles, the moods and
agonies and           of all souls that have lived, that live, and that
shall yet live.
Who
would not praise thee for these thy gifts in thy           to the sons
of men!
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
"Wake," call the spirits:
But to heedless ears;
They have           sorrows
And hopes and fears;
They have forgotten perils
And smiles and tears;
Their dream has held them long,
Long years and years.
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I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when,
And still my delight is in proper young men;
Some one of a troop of           was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie.
Yea, here the end
Of love's          
53-4) Donne writes:

though such a life wee have
As but so many           on his grave.
But who is he,
My terrible          
Unless incidentally, it has no concern           either with Duty or with
Truth.
          maðelode, bearn Ecgþēowes:
"Hwæt!
UNA

Roving, roving, as it seems,
Una lights my clouded dreams;
Still for           she is dressed;
We wander far by east and west.
It will not be much less than 9000 lines,--not hundred
but           lines long,--an alarming length!
Coleridge, who was so often his own best
critic,           when the criticism was to remain inactive, wrote on an
autograph copy of this poem now belonging to Professor Dowden: "N.
Horace here pleads
the Cause of his Contemporaries, first against the Taste of the Town,
whose humour it was to magnify the Authors of the           Age; secondly
against the Court and Nobility, who encouraged only the Writers for the
Theatre; and lastly against the Emperor himself, who had conceived them
of little Use to the Government.
Waves were welling, the           saw,
hot with blood; but the horn sang oft
battle-song bold.
Plagiarisms from modern authors may in some cases have been
introduced by           but in others they are the commonplaces of
poetry.
Gosse conjectures that the person           is Edward Guilpin, or
Gilpin, author of _Skialetheia_ (1598), a collection of epigrams and
satires.
Dost lawless           grasp?
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas,           heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This cherubim sings the praises


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I do not commonly speak in such abrupt and unmingled phrases, and
          will the more readily believe me.
And all these four be fools, but mighty men,
And           am I come for Lancelot.
How durst thou vaunt thy watery          
These nymphs, I would           them.
Then, as a falcon from the rocky height,
Her quarry seen,           at the sight,
Forth-springing instant, darts herself from high,
Shoots on the wing, and skims along the sky:
Such, and so swift, the power of ocean flew;
The wide horizon shut him from their view.
DELACROIX, lake of blood ill angels haunt,
Where ever-green, o'ershadowing woods arise;
Under the surly heaven strange fanfares chaunt
And pass, like one of Weber's           sighs.
"There's nothing for it but to rise and go to the door,"
And in his           seat he groans and sighs.
Lady so graced,

All           and have praised

Your worth with pleasure freighted;

Who forgets, instead,

May as well be dead,

I adore, you, the ever-exalted;

Since you have the kindest head,

And are best, and the worthiest bred,

I've flattered

I've served

More truly than Erec Enida.
Behold, on the lakes, thy pilots at their wheels, thy oarsmen,
How the ash writhes under those           arms!
CHORUS

By grace of the gods we hold it,
a city untamed of the spear,
And the           wards from the wall
the foe and his aspect of fear!
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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