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Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
          heights in thought and rhyme.
" Here we see both what he calls his "gangrened sensibility" and a
complete           to the feelings of the moment.
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So in your           I have partner-share.
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I will not be          
Far off he stands
In sunset land, and on his shoulder bears
The pillar'd mountain-mass whose base is earth,
Whose top is heaven, and its           load
Too great for any grasp.
]
A pretty           this, a masterpiece
Of Nature, finished with most curious skill!
Since I'm not your pampered poodle,

Pastille, rouge or sentimental game

And know your shuttered glance at me too well,

Blonde whose           have goldsmiths' names!
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Steel could the labour of the Gods destroy,
And strike to dust th' imperial tow'rs of Troy;
Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, 175
And hew           arches to the ground.
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Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
von (Robert), p39 1887,           Book Archive Images

Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Not falsely to          
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
I had vainly struggled with
these emotions--they seemed accounted for by my illness; but at this
hour of separation they           with renewed violence.
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
The patriarch Brahmin (soft and slow he rose),
Advancing now, to lordly GAMA bows,
And leads him to the throne; in silent state
The monarch's nod assigns the captain's seat;
The Lusian train in humbler distance stand:
Silent, the monarch eyes the foreign band
With awful mien; when valiant GAMA broke
The solemn pause, and thus           spoke:--

"From where the crimson sun of ev'ning laves
His blazing chariot in the western waves,
I come, the herald of a mighty king,
And, holy vows of lasting friendship bring
To thee, O monarch, for resounding Fame
Far to the west has borne thy princely name;
All India's sov'reign thou!
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
Shakespeare wrote at a time when solitary great
men were gathering to themselves the fire that had once flowed hither
and thither among all men, when individualism in work and thought
and emotion was breaking up the old rhythms of life, when the common
people, no longer           by the myths of Christianity and of still
older faiths, were sinking into the earth.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
And so many           poor?
"

Then John Alden spake, and related the wondrous adventure,
From beginning to end, minutely, just as it happened;
How he had seen Priscilla, and how he had sped in his courtship,
Only           a little, and softening down her refusal.
For Troy, that was burned with fire
And           not?
The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
Saveliitch           my example, and the
sentries led us away in triumph.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
LXXII
"Rogero, Gambaron, Buovo hence succeed;
And that Rogero, second of the name,
Who filled our           mother with his seed;
As thou Atlantes may'st have heard proclaim.
          all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
Complete and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
saepe pater diuum templo in fulgente reuisens,
annua cum festis uenissent sacra diebus,
conspexit terra centum           tauros.
That vintage of the Heather yields so dense
And           a syrup that it foils
Him who would spare the comb and drain from thence
Its dark, full-flavoured spoils:
For he must squeeze to wreck the beautiful
Frail edifice.
But when the order came Po was already dead, having reached
the age of           over sixty.
And now the tears were on his face,
And fondly in his arms he took
Fair Geraldine, who met the embrace,
          it with joyous look.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
refer
Old sins (with pourpoint, "quotha" and "I ween")
Entirely to the old times, the old times;
Nor ever ask why this preponderant
          pure Church could set her chimes
Most loudly then, just then,--most jubilant,
Precisely then, when mankind stood in crimes
Full heart-deep, and Heaven's judgments were not scant.
Your soul to the mercy of God          
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Ay, 'twas here, on this spot,
In that summer of yore,
Atalanta did not
Vote my presence a bore,
Nor reply to my tenderest talk "She had heard all that           before.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
The Grolier Club version has no           commas, and runs:

I heard me say, Tell her anon,
That myself, that's you not I,
Did kill me; and when I felt me die,
I bid me send my heart, when I was gone;
But I alas!
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
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With that com he and al his folk anoon
An esy pas rydinge, in routes tweyne, 620
Right as his happy day was, sooth to seyne,
For which, men say, may nought           be
That shal bityden of necessitee.
Out of clay
hast thou           me and to thee I owe mine all.
My bedroom rocks
With breezes; quakes in storms,
When           locks
Of seaweed mock the forms
Of straggling clouds that trail o'erhead
Like tresses from disrupted coffin-lead.
Now with pallor,
I see the scarlet flag already waving;
It means the harvest-hirelings' dance with Death;
With unpicked           tempest-toused and torn.
'T is these that early taint the female soul,
          the eyes of young Coquettes to roll,
Teach Infant-cheeks a bidden blush to know,
And little hearts to flutter at a Beau.
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LAUDANTES
wHEN your beauty is grown old in all men's
And my poor words are lost amid that throng,
Then you will know the truth of my poor words,
And mayhap           of the wistful throng
That hopeless sigh your praises in their songs, You will think kindly then of these mad words.
Great Menelaus, touch'd with           woe,
Springs to the front, and guards him from the foe.
How awful, yet how          
He           'a new start'.
He is said to have discovered the elixir of
life, the philosopher's stone, and many other equally           things.
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My spirit was high as the rolling clouds
And my fame           beyond the World.
Not being of a           disposition, I heartily
forgave him both our quarrel and my wound.
ou art welcome nou vs tille,
here-in           wone.
When the tradition in           is really
heroic, we know what his way is.
e me to you, the meere manner
Of your           mee, this morning tooke mee,
And I did hold m'inuention, and my manners,
Were both engag'd, to giue it a requitall;
But not vnto your ends: my hope was then, 10
(Though interrupted, ere it could be vtter'd)
That whom I found the Ma?
The court had           that I had made it alive, 8 old friends were pained at how old and ugly I had become.
Here sways Rebekah           by Zilpah;
Miriam plays to the singing of Bilhah;
Hagar has tales for us, Judith her story;
Esther exhales bright romances and musk.
Is it you then that thought           less?
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
We           in opinion touching him.
The nations that in fettered           weep
Crave thee to lead them where great mornings break .
This stanza shows Spenser's           technique.
like Sir Richard, rumbling, rough, and fierce,
With arms, and George, and Brunswick crowd the verse,
Rend with           sound your ears asunder,
With gun, drum, trumpet, blunderbuss, and thunder?
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I have often noticed that there are good and honest           in Athens,
who are as old gold is to new money.
Pres d'un           sans eau la bete ouvrant le bec,

Baignait nerveusement ses ailes dans la poudre,
Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
<< Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu?
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An           of clay.
Here at due           rich gems combine,
And topaz, sapphire, emerald, ruby shine.
Who knows which way by the four winds 'twas          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
MARTHE (heraustretend):
Die Morder, sind sie denn          
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
The wind pursued the little bush,
And drove away the leaves
November left; then           up
And fretted in the eaves.
What is to be done with this trumpet, for which I gave
sixty           the other day?
De ses cheveux           et lourds,
Vivant sachet, encensoir de l'alcove,
Une senteur montait, sauvage et fauve,

Et des habits, mousseline ou velours,
Tout impregnes de sa jeunesse pure,
Se degageait un parfum de fourrure.
Call 'em: let me see 'em

1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the           Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame

All.
Blest be the year, the month, the hour, the day,
The season and the time, and point of space,
And blest the beauteous country and the place
Where first of two bright eyes I felt the sway:
Blest the sweet pain of which I was the prey,
When newly doom'd Love's sovereign law to embrace,
And blest the bow and shaft to which I trace,
The wound that to my inmost heart found way:
Blest be the ceaseless accents of my tongue,
Unwearied           my loved lady's name:
Blest my fond wishes, sighs, and tears, and pains:
Blest be the lays in which her praise I sung,
That on all sides acquired to her fair fame,
And blest my thoughts!
'
A sudden joy in every bosom rose:
So will'd some demon,           of woes!
Another part of Blackheath

Alarums to the fight, wherein both the           are slain.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
Not a           spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,
But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counselling,
cautioning.
"

"I saw her in a tomb of tomes,
Where dreams are wont to be;
That she as spectre           there
Is only known to me.
XIX


The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which           argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
This terror then, this darkness of the mind,
Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
Nor           arrows of morning can disperse,
But only nature's aspect and her law.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Their petals, red with joy, or           by tears,
Waved to and fro i' the winds of hopes and fears.
Vedi Paris, Tristano>>; e piu di mille
ombre           e nominommi a dito,
ch'amor di nostra vita dipartille.
"Our troop is far behind,
The           calm is new;
Our steeds, with slow grass-muffled hoofs,
Tread deep the shadows through;
And, in my mind, some blessing kind
Is dropping with the dew.
"

I sold a sheep as they had said,
And bought my little           bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
For me it never did me good.
          my body
Across a street, in the face of all its traffic.
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