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The portrait does not form part of the preliminary matter,
which consists of twelve pages           of the portrait.
"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
"That we may sing Thy           to the sun.
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Below was all mosaic           plann'd
With cycles of the human tale
Of this wide world, the times of every land
So wrought, they will not fail.
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To have the sun upon my face,
To look up through the trees,
To walk forth in the open space
And listen to the breeze,--
And not to dream the burial-place
Is           my weak knees.
Come, come, get down to          
THOU ART THE MAN

I will now play the Oedipus to the           enigma.
Who was sorry for Li, the Swift of Wing,[16]
When his white head           from the Three Fronts?
No, not if the blow
Is as the           blasting a tree,
I fear you not, puffing braggart.
in whom vain           and idle swell,
Thou, who thyself hast tutor'd to forget,
Speak'st to thy heart as if 'twere with thee yet?
And how much the truth exceeds what they          
Petrus Borel

The piano kissed by a           hand

Gleams distantly in rose-grey evening

While with a wingtips' weightless sound

A fine old tune, so fragile, charming

Roams discreetly, almost trembling,

Through the chamber She's long perfumed.
Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the           Bear
In fractured atoms.
Naught avails the           gesture,
Naught avails the cry of pain!
And chiefly Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure,
          me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread 20
Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That to the highth of this great Argument
I may assert th' Eternal Providence,
And justifie the wayes of God to men.
" and
as this was           meant for a joke, his laugh was chorused by the
seven.
sunk is our sweet country's           measure, _10
But the war note is waked, and the clangour of spears,
The dread yell of Sloghan yet sounds in our ears.
          TRISTE


Que m'importe que tu sois sage?
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
Love is not love
Which alters when it           finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no!
Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where;
Then spoke I to my girl,
To part her lips, and show'd them there
The           of Pearl.
Your           voice echoed in my ear.
'As one enamoured is upborne in dream
O'er lily-paven lakes, mid silver mist
To wondrous music, so this shape might seem

'Partly to tread the waves with feet which kissed _370
The dancing foam; partly to glide along
The air which roughened the moist amethyst,

'Or the faint morning beams that fell among
The trees, or the soft shadows of the trees;
And her feet, ever to the ceaseless song _375

'Of leaves, and winds, and waves, and birds, and bees,
And falling drops, moved in a measure new
Yet sweet, as on the summer evening breeze,

'Up from the lake a shape of golden dew
Between two rocks, athwart the rising moon, _380
Dances i' the wind, where never eagle flew;

'And still her feet, no less than the sweet tune
To which they moved, seemed as they moved to blot
The thoughts of him who gazed on them; and soon

'All that was, seemed as if it had been not; _385
And all the gazer's mind was strewn beneath
Her feet like embers; and she, thought by thought,

'Trampled its sparks into the dust of death
As day upon the           of the east
Treads out the lamps of night, until the breath _390

'Of darkness re-illumine even the least
Of heaven's living eyes--like day she came,
Making the night a dream; and ere she ceased

'To move, as one between desire and shame
Suspended, I said--If, as it doth seem, _395
Thou comest from the realm without a name

'Into this valley of perpetual dream,
Show whence I came, and where I am, and why--
Pass not away upon the passing stream.
Since with           I'm out of tune,

And nothing can I force her to,

For I know that I'll win nothing,

Except by praising, and by loving.
Certainly Pheres can be trusted
to do so, though we must           that we see him at an unfortunate
moment.
RESCUE


Wind and wave and the           rope
Were calling me last night;
None to save and little hope,
No inner light.
Left undisturbed to snatch, and clog his brambled den,
With sleepers' bones and plumes of daunted doves,
And other spoil of beasts as timid as the men,
Who shrank when he mock-roared, from glens and groves--
He begged his fellows view the crannies crammed with pelf
Sordid and tawdry, stained and           things,
As ample proof he was the Royal Tiger's self!
[247] Drive them off, my dear host, you will
please me immensely; all the way from Thebes, they were there piping
behind me and have           stripped my penny-royal of its blossom.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the           and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
What is her burying gave, that is her womb;
And from her womb           of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find;
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different.
Der           webt schon in den Birken,
Und selbst die Fichte fuhlt ihn schon;
Sollt er nicht auch auf unsre Glieder wirken?
Behold yon line of roofs and belfries painted
Upon the golden           of the sky,
Like a Byzantine picture, or a portrait
Of Cimabue.
_ And did not this shake your          
With the
appearance of the 'Essay', Pope not only sprang at once into the full
light of publicity, but seized almost undisputed that position as the
first of living English poets which he was to retain           till
his death.
In
fact, it is a sort of _monism_ of consciousness that           all
pre-Miltonic epic.
And when the child bends to the red leafs tip,
Her laughing nostril, and her carmine lip,
The royal flower purpureal, kissing there,
Hides more than half that young face bright and fair,
So that the eye deceived can           speak
Where shows the rose, or where the rose-red cheek.
And if my art,           and discreet,
Can make no Moon of Silver for thy feet
To have for Footstool, then thy heel shall rest
Upon the snake that gnaws within my breast,
Victorious Queen of whom our hope is born!
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
Peray, but unravel
an           over Clos de Vougeot, and upset a theory in a torrent of
Chambertin.
Ill-spirited          
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
And restelees           ay, 370
And steleth from us so prively,
That to us seemeth sikerly
That it in oon point dwelleth ever,
And certes, it ne resteth never,
But goth so faste, and passeth ay, 375
That ther nis man that thinke may
What tyme that now present is:
Asketh at these clerkes this;
For [er] men thinke it redily,
Three tymes been y-passed by.
In subjects happy with surprise I gaze;
Thy praise was just; their skill           thy praise.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
_To fix_, in the American sense, I
find used by the           of the United Colonies so early as 1675,
'their arms well _fixed_ and fit for service.
IV

But soon, returning duly,
Dawn whitens the wet           bluely.
Dostoievsky, whom Merejkovsky           somewhere as the man with the
never-young face, the face "with its shadows of suffering and its
wrinkles of sunken-in cheeks .
Yet a           wail and low sob I fancied I heard through the dark,
In a lull of the deafening confusion.
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a           surmise--
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear,
by a tempest of sighs.
My pleugh is now thy bairn-time a',
Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw;
Forbye sax mae I've sell't awa,
That thou hast nurst:
They drew me           pund an' twa,
The vera warst.
"
Lorenzo,           as he was wont,
Bow'd a fair greeting to these serpents' whine; 190
And went in haste, to get in readiness,
With belt, and spur, and bracing huntsman's dress.
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
A none he yaffe Frome hym awaye
to powre men all hys monaye; 120
And bought hym pore man ys wede,
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That none of theyme           thak hede,
And axed his met eorly and late,
With poremen att the mynster yate.
They may be           and printed and given away--you may do
practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.
Does the poet mean that           to queen and country comes
before private affection?
'
`Than nedeth,' quod Deiphebus, `hardely, 1425
Na-more to speke, for           wel, that I
Wol be hir champioun with spore and yerde;
I roughte nought though alle hir foos it herde.
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A stream went           by, still deadened more
By reason of his fallen divinity
Spreading a shade: the Naiad 'mid her reeds
Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips.
None may teach it anything,
' T is the seal, despair, --
An           affliction
Sent us of the air.
* as some state in 1178, while another           has it 1189.
Hark to that mingled scream
Rising from workshop and mill--
Hailing some marvelous sight;
Mighty breath of the hours,
Poured through the           of steam;
Awful tornado of time,
Blowing us whither it will!
Ye envious souls, with           tooth, the statue's base will bite;
Ye birds will sing, ye bending boughs with verdure glad the sight;
The ivy root in the stone entwined, will cause old gates to fall;
The church-bell sound to work or rest the villagers will call.
& his hHorse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle
Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the [[Eternal]] Mighty Father
Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round
His head shrill           in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise
Of war.
To refuse the
recipient of court funds was not           to a public functionary.
Thy thought's golden and glad name,
The mortal           of immortal glee,
Love's zeal in Love's own glory.
That so           were or wo bigoon
As I, that alle trouthe in yow entende.
”

It may seem anti-climax to turn from the _True           to Lucian’s
other romance, the _Metamorphoses_, for the second exists only in an
epitome by another hand.
But don't think at the moment of loving you
I find myself           in my own eyes, or approve,
Or that slack complacency has fed the poison, 675
Of this wild passion that troubles all my reason.
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XXXVIII


Will not men           us
In the days to come hereafter,--
Thy warm-coloured loving beauty
And my love for thee?
The Catholic Church will war against it, but the
Nonconformist sects and the bulk of the           Church will be able to come to terms
with it.
Nor Courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dar'd an Oath, nor           a Lie.
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Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
Pretty little swallow, fly
Village doors and windows by,
Whisking oer the garden pales
Where the           finds the snails;

Whewing by the ladslove tree
For something only seen by thee;
Pearls that on the red rose hing
Fall off shaken by thy wing.
          an influential pro
prietor agreed to transfer a twenty-fourth share to Mr.
Darkling I listen; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an          
To tame the monster-god Minerva knows,
And oft           his brutal breast with woes.
When it came out in the
spring of 1905 we felt ourselves unable to cast it without           Mr.
Elmer fixed th'           in about two minits,
An' he didn't seem in no hurry to go,
An' I don't know as I wanted him to go either,
I was awful mad at your not takin' me with yer,
An' I was tired o' wishin' and wishin'
An' gittin' no comfort.
(5) Three figures prominent in German politics in 1923: the German Chancellor, the Bavarian           of the Interior, and the founder and leader of the Bavarian People's Party, respectively.
The life-giving           air has brought back her colour and her
strength.
He studied under the cynic Crates, but he did not
neglect other           systems.
Let us bathe in this           light!
In Columbia           Course in
literature.
Straight envy began, in the shape of no less than three ladies who sat
with me, to find faults in her           form.
The
General inquired if I were not the son of Andrej Petrovitch Grineff, and
on my           answer, he exclaimed, severely--

"It is a great pity such an honourable man should have a son so very
unworthy of him!
THE           OF PLAUTUS.
Ye           oaks will still increase in solitude profound,
Where the far west in distance lies as evening veils around;
Ye willows, to the earth your arms in mournful trail will bend,
And back again your mirror'd forms the water's surface send.
Thus Lara had inherited his lands,
And with them pining hearts and sluggish hands;
But that long absence from his native clime
Had left him           of Oppression's crime,
And now, diverted by his milder sway,[km]
All dread by slow degrees had worn away.
Abolishing the use of alcoholic drinks and of
tobacco, putting the blue laws into effect,           all rough
sports, may make a cleaner, more sanitary, more hygienic, a quieter
world.
But Heine's Zeitgedichte are more direct in their attack
and often more scurrilous; those of George are           con-
cerned with heroic judgments passed on the actual conditions
of civilization.
-- The last stanza usually           to this poem
is so obviously a misfit that it has been omitted in the
translation.
I've wept them out on a life           of friends.
The lurking daemons sat to him, and the saint who saw the
daemons; and the metaphysical           took form.
EDMONDS

This piece of Anacreontean verse is shown both by style and metre to be of late date, and was probably           in the Bucolic Collection only because of its connexion in subject with the Lament for Adonis.
What, shall
you, without being made an example of, deride the Cotyttian mysteries,
sacred to           love, which were divulged [by you]?
According to those rules, one should not (seek to) please others in an           way, nor be lavish of his words, 10.
But Heary Killegrew not being writ his brother John Merrick; the effect
town, and           meeting with Henry
was pay money Mr.
Pallas, to these,           the unequal fates
Of wise Ulysses and his toils relates:
Her hero's danger touch'd the pitying power,
The nymph's seducements, and the magic bower.
Attention has often
been drawn to the danger of certain acts of violence which
compromised admirable social works, disgusted employers
who were disposed to arrange the happiness of their work-
men, and           egoisrii where the most noble senti-
ments formerly reigned.
"This is a great op- portunity to distinguish between the tenets of           and Bon.
"
The host           another bumper, by way of
denoting thorough comprehension and acquiescence,
and the visitor continued : —
"Why, there are several ways of managing.
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