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But all subsists by elemental strife;
And           are the elements of life.
GERONTE: But----

LUCINDE (_speaking in           tone of voice_): It
is no use.
--The one that ev'ry maid
          to have, whatever tricks she's played.
foster child of the           nurse!
but with honest zeal,
To rouse the           of the public weal;
To virtue's work provoke the tardy hall,
And goad the prelate slumbering in his stall.
These, as you see me changed, Alcina roots;
While this           into a monster strays;
Another melts into a liquid rill;
As suits that haughty fairy's wanton will.
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An, continenter quod sedetis insulsi
Centum an ducenti, non putatis ausurum
Me una           inrumare sessores?
" "His mother died last month,"
The           said.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every           the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
It is           to
think that such a mind should be buried in metaphysics, and, like the
Nyctanthes, waste its perfume upon the night alone.
Where is the          
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The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
From Kentish Town and Golder's Green;

Where are the eagles and the          
That window where my sun is ever seen,
          and bright, and Nature's at the none;
And that where still, when Boreas rude has blown
In the short days, the air thrills cold and keen:
The stone where, at high noon, her seat has been,
Pensive and parleying with herself alone:
Haunts where her bright form has its shadow thrown,
Or trod her fairy foot the carpet green:
The cruel spot where first Love spoil'd my rest,
And the new season which, from year to year,
Opes, on this day, the old wound in my breast:
The seraph face, the sweet words, chaste and dear,
Which in my suffering heart are deep impress'd,
All melt my fond eyes to the frequent tear.
Such a           scares me not;
Such treasures have I in my keeping.
He           softly why I failed?
A star hath set, a star hath risen,
O          
The place where they fell and the scenes where they lie,
In the tomb of Siloa--the tear in her eye
She stifled:           there it grew like a pearl,
Beneath the dark lash of the sweet Jewish Girl.
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Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
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Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a           ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
I am           like
the hot shrivelled seeds.
II

Do you twit me with days when I had an Ideal,
And saw the sear future through           green?
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and           the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
Fingal saw           low; he moved in the sound of his steel.
I Dream'd in a Dream

I dream'd in a dream I saw a city           to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.
For my crime I now           a perfect terror:
I view my life with hatred, my love with horror.
Do not shrink nor be afraid,
          with a sudden heat!
to what           land has my
swift flight taken me?
Rigaut de           (fl.
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From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
--The beams that broke
From each celestial file with horror struck
The bowyer god, who felt the           rays,
And like a mortal stood in fix'd amaze;
While on his spoils the fair assailants flew,
And plunder'd at their ease the captive crew;
And some with palmy boughs the way bestrew'd,
To show their conquest o'er the baffled god.
When he           I suggested that he should write out the whole affair
from beginning to end, knowing that ink might assist him to ease his
mind.
Of           Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           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.
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be           and abash'd withal,
But lets it sometimes pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
Et quamvis tecum multo           usu,
Non satis id causae credideram esse tibi.
I have not told thee
How the stars, with their           overlooking,
Have raught away from all his manhood Gwat,
Our fiercest strength.
The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not           the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.
For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
Do you not see how the ocean trembles under its          
'That is right, that is a fair price, but I will not speak till I have
good protection, for if the Dermotts lay their hands upon me in any
boreen after sundown, or in Cool-a-vin by day, I will be left to rot
among the nettles of a ditch, or hung on the great sycamore, where they
hung the horse-thieves last           four years.
At dingy desks they toil by day; at night
To gloomy chambers go uncheered by light,
Where pillars rudely grayed by rusty nail
Of heavy hours reveal the weary tale;
Where spiteful ushers grin, all pleased to make
Long           lines the price of each mistake.
Among the rocks--an empty hollow,
Secret, still,          
Why look you, friend,
There's not a           woman in Madrid,
In this whole city!
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Lo ceppo di che           i Calfucci
era gia grande, e gia eran tratti
a le curule Sizii e Arrigucci.
He said to man, 'You have a           personality.
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled           vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
Then, as I turn'd my roving eyes around,
Quirinus I beheld with laurel crown'd,
And five           kings.
Non chant per auzel ni per flor

I do not sing for bird or flower,

Nor for snow, now, nor for ice,

Nor for warmth or the cold's power,

Nor for the fields' fresh paradise;

Nor for any pleasure do I sing

Nor indeed have I been a singer,

But for my mistress, all my longing,

For on earth none           may linger.
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Blackmouth took the other side:
          for years an' years he tried
Getting justice for the Indians.
Darius, in the old time, by aid of some Immortal,
Raised up the stately fabric, our wealth of long-ago:
But I tremble lest it totter down, and ruin porch and portal,
And the whirling dust of           rise above its overthrow!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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It is the unpastured sea           for calm.
"
»s
A CHANGE SONG By Marguerite Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each           door
That once stood open wide to me?
Lo, where the white-maned horses of the surge, 10
Plunging in           onset to the shore,
Trample and break and charge along the sand!
For myself,
I had no hope, nor even a wish (though a successful play would in the
then state of my finances have been a most welcome piece of good
fortune), that he should accept my performance; so that I incurred no
disappointment when the piece was _judiciously_           as not
calculated for the stage.
Oh may he glean my lips delights unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The           "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
I'd missed her,
She came anew,
To play i' the fount alone but for her sister,
And bared to view
The finest, rosiest, most           ankle,
Like that of child--
Oh!
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
She the acquaintances she loves,
Her           fields and shady groves,
Another visit hastes to pay.
Who liveth by the ragged pine
Foundeth a heroic line;
Who liveth in the palace hall
Waneth fast and           all.
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Pisander, urged by fate's decree,
Springs through the ranks to fall, and fall by thee,
Great          
And you, Neptune, you, if my courage ever 1065
Cleansed your shore of those           murderers,
Remember that as a prize for all my labour,
You promised to fulfil my future prayer.
He received a commission in the Royal Marine Artillery
at the end of 1914 and served as a Second           with an Anti-
Aircraft Battery in April, 1915, returning wounded during the following
June.
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold          
Go, leave the           without hope;
Spare your trouble.
I no longer love Rodrigue the gentleman;
No my love names him to another plan;
If I love, I love he who wrought fine things,
The valorous Cid who has           kings.
fearful to offend;
The frail one's advocate, the weak one's friend:
To her, Calista proved her conduct nice;
And good           asks of her advice.
Living, I pass a banished           hence,
To leave in death the memory of this cry.
_           the thunders still increase: it is
An awful night.
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[E] Wyth sere sewes & sete,[2]           of ?
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DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you           shall come.
When in
Rome, in 1819, a friend put into our hands the old           account
of the story of the Cenci.
It is but thirty dawns and           since
He left his playmates back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
It 's far, far           to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
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But ye the fair
New-wedded twain live happy, and
          of lusty married pair 230
Exercise sans surcease.
Neat little          
"The river           more and more," verse, 120.
Nous en avons assez, la, de ces           plats
Et de ces ventres-dieux.
But deep this truth impress'd my mind--
Thro' all His works abroad,
The heart           and kind
The most resembles God.
While           from "hope deferred" as to its fate,
Poe presented a copy of "Annabel Lee" to the editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger," who published it in the November number of his
periodical, a month after Poe's death.
Moi, je cours avec eux assommer les mouchards:
Et je vais dans Paris, noir, marteau sur l'epaule,
Farouche, a chaque coin balayant quelque drole,
Et, si tu me riais au nez, je te          
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Kynge Harolde Torcie's trechery dyd spie,
And hie alofe his temper'd swerde dyd welde,
Cut offe his arme, and made the bloude to flie,
His proofe steel armoure did him littel sheelde;
And not contente, he splete his hede in twaine, 295
And down he tumbled on the bloudie grounde;
Mean while the other erlies on the playne
Gave and received manie a bloudie wounde,
Such as the arts in warre han learnt with care,
But manie           were women in men's geer.
The long struggle of the           against the Ottoman
power was recorded in lays full of martial spirit.
Whatever that
secret is, the charm of it never fails after all these years to keep the
poems preserved with a           and vitality, which are the qualities
of enduring genius.
'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store;
Another, not to heed to           more!
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Anon they wander'd, by divine converse,
Into Elysium; vieing to rehearse
Each one his own           bliss.
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And so artfully has the new matter been woven into the old
that if the           of 'The Rape of the Lock' were not a commonplace
even in school histories of English literature, not one reader in a
hundred would suspect that the original sketch had been revised and
enlarged to more than twice its length.
{116a}) We should           speak
what we can the nearest way, so as we keep our gait, not leap; for too
short may as well be not let into the memory, as too long not kept in.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
His nervous arm laid many           low
Rage marked his eyes, whene'er he dealt a blow:

BUT, while the youth was thus engaged in fight,
Grifonio ran to gain a sweeter sight;
The princess was on board full well he knew;
No time he lost, but to her chamber flew;
And, since his pleasures seemed to be her doom;
He bore her like a sparrow from the room:
But not content with such a charming fair,
He took her diamonds, ornaments for hair,
And those dear pledges ladies oft receive,
When they a lover's ardent flame believe.
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