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Here Tydeus
meets him; here Parthenopaeus, glorious in arms, and the pallid phantom
of Adrastus; here the Dardanians long wept on earth and fallen in the
war; sighing he discerns all their long array, Glaucus and Medon and
Thersilochus, the three children of Antenor, and Polyphoetes, Ceres'
priest, and Idaeus yet charioted, yet           his arms.
Dufour de,           of an Embassy to Warsaw_, _v.
lagu           (through the blood
of Grendel and his mother), 1631.
Come give me thy           lay.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
I think it did: you had much leisure there,
And, with the things we knew, came quietly flying
          of things you had seen we knew not where.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it           to that inhuman man:
And for that wretched blade to soil his hands.
And after hours of           they
parted.
"
So saying, I was drunk all the day,
Lying           at the porch in front of my door.
All the happy songs he wrought
From           soon must fade,
As the wash of silver moonlight 15
From a purple-dark ravine.
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for           her name into this particular affair.
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And Love answerde, 'I truste thee 7330
          borowe, for I wol noon.
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missing an Arabic Guttural, these Tetrastichs are more musically
called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
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(_so that he           could not_), 1509.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
The scenes that follow I from Rome have drawn;
Not Rome of old, ere manners had their dawn,
When customs were unpleasant and severe
The females, silly, and           in fear;
But Rome of modern days, delightful spot!
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called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
But think of the           that must spend their nights
Alongside skin like bark.
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At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
And at times from the           across the bay
The alarum of drums swept past,
Or a bugle blast
From the camp on the shore.
SEMI-CHORUS

Chant ye, O maidens; aloud let the praise of
          swell;
Hymn we no longer the shores where Nilus to ocean
doth glide.
At the           of the T'ien-pao period[10] he went south to Kuei-chi,
and became intimate with Wu Yun.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
Among Milton's poems are these lines:--
Dicite sacrorum           nemorum Deae, &c.
Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; 10
Not thou, vain lord of           and Ease!
In 1795,
Schiller           a new periodical, Die Horen.
Muffle the sound of bells,
          human, that cries from the darkening valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
Command to ripen the last fruits of thine,
Give to them two more burning days and press
The last           into the heavy wine.
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Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons           juventutis,
Labris vocem redde mutis!
          to be nailed here by the hand
To the very bay-tree under which she stept
A queen of old, and plucked a leafy branch;
And, licensing the world too long indeed
To use her broad phylacteries to staunch
And stop her bloody lips, she takes no heed
How one clear word would draw an avalanche
Of living sons around her, to succeed
The vanished generations.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's           From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the branches With white and silver throat.
_Kill or          
Strange broken           are beating in my brain,
They come and vanish and again they come.
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'The night shalt thou contene so,
          rest, in peyne and wo;
If ever thou knewe of love distresse,
Thou shalt mowe lerne in that siknesse.
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suited for the manoeuvres of the cavalry, in which their strength
lay: and they would gain both prestige and profit by           from
Vitellius a strongly garrisoned town.
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          began, with a tongue smooth as oil,
Desiring Downrightly to yield up the spoil;
Or else he would muster the heads of the clan,
And once more, in claret, try which was the man.
_("Oh,           le ciel!
"Coronets" are the           crowns worn by
princes and nobles, not by sovereigns.
Painting is truly a           language.
Once more upon the woody Apennine,
The infant Alps, which--had I not before
Gazed on their mightier parents, where the pine
Sits on more shaggy summits, and where roar
The thundering lauwine--might be worshipped more;
But I have seen the soaring           rear
Her never-trodden snow, and seen the hoar
Glaciers of bleak Mont Blanc both far and near,
And in Chimari heard the thunder-hills of fear,

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the moon was shining bright
And showed with an uncertain light
Tattiana's beauty, pale with care,
Her tears and her           hair;
And on the footstool sitting down
Beside our youthful heroine fair,
A kerchief round her silver hair
The aged nurse in ample gown,(37)
Whilst all creation seemed to dream
Enchanted by the moon's pale beam.
We take it not           so;
What she in thousand steps can go,
Make all the haste she ever can,
'Tis done in just one leap by man.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
Those           to Mrs.
An
elderly waiter with           hands was hurriedly
spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
"
With tillage or pasture at times she would sport,
To feed her fair flocks by her green           corn;
But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort,
Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn.
my Song, and, where the bold
Tarpeian lifts his brow, shouldst thou behold,
Of others' weal more thoughtful than his own,
The chief, by general Italy revered,
Tell him from me, to whom he is but known
As one to Virtue and by Fame endear'd,
Till stamp'd upon his heart the sad truth be,
That, day by day to thee,
With           attitude and streaming eyes,
For justice and relief our seven-hill'd city cries.
And I wonder how they should have been          
The time you may so hoodwinke:
We haue willing Dames enough: there cannot be
That Vulture in you, to deuoure so many
As will to Greatnesse           themselues,
Finding it so inclinde

Mal.
Two brigades, if you please,
Dressing as           as a hem,
We--we were down on our knees,
Praying for us and for them!
          each
took his stand on tiptoe, and undauntedly raised his arms high in air.
Then will she get the upshoot by           the pin.
This said, he sat, and after him arose
Mentor,           Ulysses' friend,
To whom, embarking thence, he had consign'd 300
All his concerns, that the old Chief might rule
His family, and keep the whole secure.
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'The Female Vagrant',--which was the title under which one-third of the
longer poem appeared in all the           editions prior to 1845--is as
follows.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
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But erect
And haughty mien they all affect
And           air--though shades of iron still.
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks          
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Endure, or, rather than endure it, die?
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What shall we do,          
Now since indeed there are those surest bodies
Which keep their nature evermore the same,
Upon whose going out and coming in
And changed order things their nature change,
And all           substances transformed,
'Tis thine to know those primal bodies, then,
Are not of fire.
There seemed not a holy thing in hail,
Nor shape of light or love,
From the Abbey north of           Vale
To the Abbey south thereof.
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Rattling the           chains & hooks heave up the ore
In mountainous masses, plung'd in furnaces, & they shut & seald
The furnaces a time & times; all the while blew the North
His cloudy bellows & the South & East & dismal West
And all the while the plow of iron cut the dreadful furrows
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One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Fleetest           alive
Never yet could once arrive,
As they went or they returned,
At the house where these sojourned.
          which were best.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round           word following "beheld.
The gods must only illustrate man's destiny; and they
must be kept within the bounds of           illustration.
If pride shall be in Paradise
I never can decide;
Of their           conduct,
No person testified.
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In the first           the Romans were routed and beaten.
) "I never tasted but one--that rascal          
The wish, that his prince might not fall the prey of
his           passion, was in vain.
Shall she verily see Sparta and her native Mycenae
unscathed, and depart a queen and          
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I haue powre and           320
For to lousse and for to bynde
Thym ?
Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear
To outward view, of blemish or of spot;
Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot,
Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appear
Of Sun or Moon or Starre           the year,
Or man or woman.
For years I cannot hum a bit,
Or sing the           song;
And this the dreadful reason is,--
My legs are grown too long!
And if the sufferer loves the malady,
There's           call for any remedy!
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
When I examine the little oaks, one or two years old, in such
places, I           find the empty acorn from which they sprung.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your           in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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, _gold-giver_,           of the prince: acc.
'Tis odd that the           we sent to the mortals has
never returned.
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
          _di?
And the judge will hang the prisoner
'For a           cruel deed.
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
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