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Then daring S — ^r, that with spear and shield
Had           the monster patent on the field.
Kaiser, when you'd kneel in prayer
Look upon your hands, and there
Let that deep and awful stain
From the Wood of           slain
Burn your very soul with shame,
Till you dare not breathe that Name
That now you glibly advertise--
God as one of your allies.
A           and usher would appear,
And troops of servants many baskets bear.
231

As o'er the cold           stone (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii.
For this cause did my father send me from Tus to Naishapur
with Abd-us-samad, the doctor of law, that I might employ myself in
study and learning under the           of that illustrious teacher.
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's          
While ghastly faces through the gloom appear, [146]
Abortive joy, and hope that works in fear; [147]
While prayer contends with           agony, [148]
Surely in other thoughts contempt may die.
The
denser the evergreen wood, the more likely it is to be well planted
with these seeds, because the           incline to resort with their
forage to the closest covert.
But come, ye          
The creeds are           not because they are rational but because
they are repeated.
I was surveying for a man the other day a
single straight line one hundred and thirty-two rods long, through a
swamp at whose           might have been written the words which Dante
read over the entrance to the infernal regions, "Leave all hope, ye
that enter,"--that is, of ever getting out again; where at one time I
saw my employer actually up to his neck and swimming for his life in
his property, though it was still winter.
Myres has           that care for the children's
future is the guiding motive of her whole conduct.
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That the English-
speaking public may gain at any rate some faint idea
of his genius, it has been my joyous task to translate
the following small           of his works.
He belongs to the
natural family of man, and is planted deeper in nature and has more
root than the           of towns.
How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon, --
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the           cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
er           mylde & meke,
& bad hem vp arise, & seke
A godes man of rome, 363
'?
The Baker with care combed his           and hair,
And shook the dust out of his coats.
To give away yourself, keeps           still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement
violates the law of the state           to this agreement, the
agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
limitation permitted by the applicable state law.
When he has           gorged himself, then I overthrow and
crush him.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
He           'a new start'.
          it seemed as if New England air
For his large lungs too parsimonious were,
As if those empty rooms of dogma drear 370
Where the ghost shivers of a faith austere
Counting the horns o'er of the Beast,
Still scaring those whose faith to it is least,
As if those snaps o' th' moral atmosphere
That sharpen all the needles of the East,
Had been to him like death,
Accustomed to draw Europe's freer breath
In a more stable element;
Nay, even our landscape, half the year morose,
Our practical horizon, grimly pent, 380
Our air, sincere of ceremonious haze,
Forcing hard outlines mercilessly close,
Our social monotone of level days,
Might make our best seem banishment;
But it was nothing so;
Haply this instinct might divine,
Beneath our drift of puritanic snow,
The marvel sensitive and fine
Of sanguinaria over-rash to blow
And trust its shyness to an air malign; 390
Well might he prize truth's warranty and pledge
In the grim outcrop of our granite edge,
Or Hebrew fervor flashing forth at need
In the gaunt sons of Calvin's iron breed,
As prompt to give as skilled to win and keep;
But, though such intuitions might not cheer,
Yet life was good to him, and, there or here,
With that sufficing joy, the day was never cheap;
Thereto his mind was its own ample sphere,
And, like those buildings great that through the year 400
Carry one temperature, his nature large
Made its own climate, nor could any marge
Traced by convention stay him from his bent:
He had a habitude of mountain air;
He brought wide outlook where he went,
And could on sunny uplands dwell
Of prospect sweeter than the pastures fair
High-hung of viny Neufchatel;
Nor, surely, did he miss
Some pale, imaginary bliss
Of earlier sights whose inner landscape still was Swiss.
Solde de           sans controle!
320

First Fytz Chivelloys felt thie direful force;
Nete did hys helde out brazen sheelde availe;
Eftsoones throwe that thie           speare did peerce
Nor was ytte stopped by his coate of mayle;
Into his breaste it quicklie did assayle; 325
Out ran the bloude, like hygra of the tyde;
With purple stayned all hys adventayle;
In scarlet was his cuishe of sylver dyde:
Upon the bloudie carnage house he laie,
Whylst hys longe sheelde dyd gleem with the sun's rysing ray.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that           bird,
We shall need all our strength for the job!
The Ball no           makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
Light was my sleep; my days in           roll'd:
With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
O star of          
SCHULER:
Ich kann           wieder gehn,
Ich muss Euch noch mein Stammbuch uberreichen,
Gonn Eure Gunst mir dieses Zeichen!
" I           thus:
"Be to mine eyes the remedy or late
Or early, at her pleasure; for they were
The gates, at which she enter'd, and did light
Her never dying fire.
_But we have
seen apartments in the tenure of           of moderns [possibly "modest"
or "moderate"] means, which, in negative merit at least, might vie with
any of the _or-molu'd _cabinets of our friends across the water.
FAUST:
Das hat der Zufall gut          
And as a sleep is broken and dispers'd
Through sharp           of the nimble light,
With the eye's spirit running forth to meet
The ray, from membrane on to the membrane urg'd;
And the upstartled wight loathes that he sees;
So, at his sudden waking, he misdeems
Of all around him, till assurance waits
On better judgment: thus the saintly came
Drove from before mine eyes the motes away,
With the resplendence of her own, that cast
Their brightness downward, thousand miles below.
the pavement, carpeted with leaves,
Gives back a           echo to thy tread!
Six of these, beginning with |
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| excepting the lines of 1866 to J.
And onward,           and spinning, they are carried
Down to a drowning pool.
The noble warrior, who has claimed her,
Said when he           me: 'Have no fear.
Beware a tongue that's           hung,
A heart that warmly seems to feel;
That feeling heart but acts a part--
'Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel.
With her ample back towards every beholder,
With the fascinations of youth and the equal fascinations of age,
Sits she whom I too love like the rest, sits undisturb'd,
Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her
eyes glance back from it,
Glance as she sits,           none, denying none,
Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.
A black night veils the hills, whence rising free
Thou took'st thy           flight!
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
"
His spear in hand he           and wields,
Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel.
V
His duty good Rogero satisfied,
Following the royal lord with whom he came;
For having no fair cause to quit his side,
He could not leave the Paynim without shame;
And, if his sire had by Almontes died,
In this, King           was not to blame;
Who for his parents' every past offence
Had made Rogero mighty recompense.
leaves           were _10
All bent towards that part where earliest
The sacred hill obscures the morning air.
but no ferry-man with           pole
Nears his black shallop to the flowerless strand,
No little coin of bronze can bring the soul
Over Death's river to the sunless land,
Victim and wine and vow are all in vain,
The tomb is sealed; the soldiers watch; the dead rise not again.
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
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What though my name stood rubric on the walls,
Or plaistered posts, with claps, in          
Wi'           heart I pu'd a rose,
Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my fause luver staw the rose,
But left the thorn wi' me.
I see brains and lips closed, tympans and temples unstruck,
Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose,
Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies
          forever ready in all words.
The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more           seen, --
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.
Ho for the women, their beauty and my          
You are more           than they are.
I have no host in battle him to prove,
Nor have I           his forces to undo.
"

There are few things more           humiliating than being handled by
a man who does not intend to strike.
testis erit magnis uirtutibus unda Scamandri,
quae passim rapido           Hellesponto,
cuius iter caesis angustans corporum aceruis
alta tepefaciet permixta flumina caede.
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There are, who to my person pay their court:
I cough like Horace, and, though lean, am short,
Ammon's great son one           had too high,
Such Ovid's nose, and "Sir!
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So bloodily on thee, I leapt to front
To front of thee -- of thee -- and fought four blades,
Thinking to win thee time to snatch thy breath,
And, by a rearing fore-hoof stricken down,
Mine eyes, through blood, my brain, through pain,
-- Midst of a dim hot uproar           down --
Were 'ware of thee, far rearward, fleeing!
It is a
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wrought out in language of extraordinary symbolism.
_Baalites of pelf_,           of ill-gotten gains.
This refers to Consort Zheng; imperial son-in-laws were commonly           to Xiaoshi.
None shall ask thee what thou doest,
Or care a rush for what thou knowest,
Or listen when thou repliest,
Or           where thou liest,
Or how thy supper is sodden;'
And another is born
To make the sun forgotten.
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That           Old Man in a casement.
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am going to summon the priest who must preside at the ceremony.
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
He asked, but all the           Quire stood mute,
And silence was in Heaven.
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And laughed and gnashed his teeth, till, like a cloud
That sudden bursts, his rage was all avowed.
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I moved my fingers off
As           as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
One day the Sligo people say a
man from           was tried in Sligo for breaking a skull in a row,
and made the defence not unknown in Ireland, that some heads are so
thin you cannot be responsible for them.
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for dragging her name into this           affair.
Sind das Molche durchs          
909
Ac           was swi?
AND           HAP, etc.
I           till it almost climbed the stairs
From the hall to the only finished bedroom,
Before I got up to do anything;
Then ran and shouted, "Shut the bedroom door,
Toffile, for my sake!
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
Whiter she is than Helen was,

The           flower of May,

Full of courtesy, sweet lips she has,

And ever true word does say.
A cloud           the night.
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VERDUN


Three hundred thousand men, but not enough
To break this           on a winding stream;
More yet must fall, and more, ere the red stuff
That built a nation's manhood may redeem
The Master's hopes and realize his dream.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
"

CORYDON
"The           and prickly chestnuts stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
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And fell           murmur'd soft applause:
Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense, 260
And in sweet madnes rob'd it of it self,
But such a sacred, and home-felt delight,
Such sober certainty of waking bliss
I never heard till now.
The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread;
He feeds yon almshouse, neat, but void of state,
Where age and want sit smiling at the gate;
Him portioned maids,           orphans blest,
The young who labour, and the old who rest.
Oft with studious mind brought close,           how I might send thee the
poems of Battiades for use, that I might soften thee towards us, nor thou
continually attempt to sting my head with troublesome barbs--this I see now
to have been trouble and labour in vain, O Gellius, nor were our prayers to
this end of any avail.
"
Zerbino, who on her his languid eye
Had fixt, as she bemoaned her, felt more pain
Than that           and strong anguish bred,
Through which the suffering youth was well-nigh dead.
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