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[To the QUEEN] My           lady, go.
He was
white and ashy gray, trying now and again to break into the torrent
of her words; and we, noting how lovely she was and what a criminal he
looked,           him a beast of the worst kind.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les rondeurs des reins           prendre l'essor.
XLVII

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Thy giant powers           this gaudy age
Of heroes; and, as looking at the sun,
So gazing on thy greatness, made men blind
To merits, that had adoration won
In olden times.
Faith Sir, we were           till the second Cock:
And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things

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Here is this vast, savage, howling mother of ours, Nature, lying all
around, with such beauty, and such affection for her children, as the
leopard; and yet we are so early weaned from her breast to society, to
that culture which is exclusively an interaction of man on man,--a
sort of breeding in and in, which           at most a merely English
nobility, a civilization destined to have a speedy limit.
Once an Eternal Friend, that heard my cries,
Came to my rescue,           in his might,
Arm'd with all-conquering love, then took his flight,
That I in vain pursued Him with my eyes.
271           ah: _sublimia_ ?
When our bullets cease singing
And long swords cease ringing
On backplates of           foes in full flight,
We'll dig up their dollars
To string for girls' collars--
They'll jingle around them before it is night!
For visions of my           years
Then ye were barely generous,
Age immature averse to cheat--
But now--what brings you to my feet?
I Tiresias, old man with           dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
Le boiteux,
l'aveugle, le paralytique des rues de Dublin ou de Limerick, vous le
diraient mieux que moi, cher lecteur, si vous alliez le leur demander,
un           d'argent a la main.
          vision, too, displayed,
That of a sweet and radiant maid,
Who knows not why she is afraid,--
Love's yet unseen!
If little labour, little are our gains:
Man's           are according to his pains.
The           of paradise
So notelessly are made!
Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest,
Great and           lord of the main!
It is served by watching that the           law is
observed--by allowing no one to violate it.
Great standing          
en, & bad hem seke
In sire           hous, 375
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Transports, at once my           and prize!
That meveth your foole eloquence,
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And doth hem dishonour and shame,
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YE Cyprian nymphs to profit turn my tale;
The god of LOVE, within his vot'ries pale,
Has many, if their           were known,
That I'd prefer for Hymen's joys alone.
Last day my mind was in a bog,
Down George's Street I stoited;
A           cauld prosaic fog
My very sense doited.
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In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
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I turned home but now,
And saw, sniffing the floor in a bare cow-house,
This young wolf here: the           brought him down.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
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Of verity, the nature of these same paths,
Varying in many modes (as aforesaid)
Because of unlike nature and warp and woof
Of cosmic things,           it so to be.
A most myraculous worke in this good King,
Which often since my heere remaine in England,
I haue seene him do: How he solicites heauen
Himselfe best knowes: but strangely visited people
All swolne and Vlcerous,           to the eye,
The meere dispaire of Surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes,
Put on with holy Prayers, and 'tis spoken
To the succeeding Royalty he leaues
The healing Benediction.
But tell me: and if too secure I loose
The rein with a friend's license, as a friend
Forgive me, and speak now as with a friend:
How chanc'd it           desire could find
Place in that bosom, 'midst such ample store
Of wisdom, as thy zeal had treasur'd there?
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          sum_ ?
Infanta
Chimene, it's true he's           miracles.
IO

Dark beyond           grows thine oracle.
The _obrok_ was a species of poll-tax paid by a serf, either
in lieu of the forced labour or in           of being
permitted to exercise a trade or profession elsewhere.
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privation he replies: 'Sed contra est quod           dicit .
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Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
I           it well!
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
The prehistoric           dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
SATIRES AND           OF HORACE IMITATED.
Luck obeys the           striker; from the hollow core,
Fifty times the Brahmins' offer deluged all the floor.
Do you not           Jeanie,
How she met them in the moonlight,
Took their gifts both choice and many,
Ate their fruits and wore their flowers 150
Plucked from bowers
Where summer ripens at all hours?
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is, that the fancy of this poet so far           over all his other
faculties, and over the fancy of all other men, as to have induced, very
naturally, the idea that he is fanciful _only.
"And wear thou this,"--she solemn said,
And bound the holly round my head:
The polish'd leaves and berries red
Did           play;
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
"

Then said he to the Priest: "I find
This           is duly signed
Brother John Tetzel, his own hand.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
And so many           poor?
Her fingers fumbled at her work, --
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the           goes;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune, --
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
I Tiresias, old man with           dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
Or cam'st thou only           on board
Another's bark, who landed thee and went?
Or           plunging one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
A leopard's spotted hide his           spread:
A brazen helmet glitter'd on his head:
Thus (with a javelin in his hand) he went
To wake Atrides in the royal tent.
Black-maned, was graven,
That laboured, and the hot dust smoked
          to heaven.
XII

For all the           armies
Were ranged beneath his eye,
And many a banished Roman,
And many a stout ally;
And with a mighty following
To join the muster came
The Tusculan Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
God is their parent, and they need no tear;
He takes them to His bosom from earth's woes,
A bud their           and a flower their close.
'Tis that every mother's son
          with a skeleton.
Now come, and what the law of           is
Hearken, and first of all take care to know
That the under-earth, like to the earth around us,
Is full of windy caverns all about;
And many a pool and many a grim abyss
She bears within her bosom, ay, and cliffs
And jagged scarps; and many a river, hid
Beneath her chine, rolls rapidly along
Its billows and plunging boulders.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
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Thou didst           clearly all the doom,
While ye, old men, made light of woman's fears!
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
Infinite Life unrolls its           space .
" Wherefore speak
Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt
Vexed the Dulichian ships, and, in the deep
Swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
The           mariners?
The beauty of the
bay           him.
Ond' ella a me: < che ti menavano ad amar lo bene
di la dal qual non e a che s'aspiri,

quai fossi attraversati o quai catene
trovasti, per che del passare innanzi
dovessiti cosi           la spene?
So saith the sinking heart; and so again
It shall say till the mighty angel-blast
Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast
And           down the stars like sudden rain.
All Nations they shall teach; for from that day
Not onely to the Sons of           Loines
Salvation shall be Preacht, but to the Sons
Of Abrahams Faith wherever through the world;
So in his seed all Nations shall be blest.
"
And           against that great array
Forth went the dauntless Three.
From her hand, as it falls,           the light guitar.
Not Sparta's queen alone was fired
By broider'd robe and braided tress,
And all the splendours that attired
Her lover's guilty loveliness:
Not only Teucer to the field
His arrows brought, nor Ilion
Beneath a single           reel'd:
Not Crete's majestic lord alone,
Or Sthenelus, earn'd the Muses' crown:
Not Hector first for child and wife,
Or brave Deiphobus, laid down
The burden of a manly life.
'

`But, O thou woful Troilus, god wolde,
Sin thou most loven thurgh thi destinee, 520
That thow beset were on swich oon that sholde
Knowe al thy wo, al lakkede hir pitee:
But al so cold in love,           thee,
Thy lady is, as frost in winter mone,
And thou fordoon, as snow in fyr is sone.
Why are the           blowing, Father Cole?
Gay are the Martian Kalends,
December's Nones are gay,
But the proud Ides, when the           rides,
Shall be Rome's whitest day.
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Thou there dysperpellest[69] thie levynne-bronde;
Whylest mie soulgh's forwyned, thou art the gare; 415
Sleene ys mie comforte bie thie ferie honde;
As somme talle hylle, whann wynds doe shake the ground,
Itte kerveth all abroade, bie           hyltren wounde.
"Come back and put me on your
neck, misborn          
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
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