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L'HOMME ET LA MER


Homme libre, toujours tu           la mer!
What           scorn I trace
Depicted on your haughty face!
Cain--_Dublin           Magazine_
Boaz Asleep--_Bp.
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" Then Maclean 'gan slowly
to kneel

With never a word, till presently           he jerked to the earth.
Happily now I've escaped, and my           knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond mountains and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my           eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
The sovereign Lord, 'gainst whom of no avail
Concealment, or resistance is, or flight,
My mind had kindled to a new delight
By his own amorous and ardent ail:
Though his first blow,           my best mail
Were mortal sure, to push his triumph quite
He took a shaft of sorrow in his right,
So my soft heart on both sides to assail.
Not troublous seemed
the enemy's end to any man
who saw by the gait of the           foe
how the weary-hearted, away from thence,
baffled in battle and banned, his steps
death-marked dragged to the devils' mere.
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No power hath he to make one sole reply;
His heart, his lip, is           with disdain;
His tongue no word is able to untie;
His mouth is bitter, and 'twould seem with bane.
Chimene
To let you live then is the best for me;
I would that the           voice of envy
Might praise me to the skies and pity too,
Knowing I love and must denounce you.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Subsequently the case was           by Bancroft, bishop of London,
and S.
*9
LAND OF THE FREE By Gertrude           Hopkins
There is a man within a grimy window-square; —
I do not know how long it is he has been there
Three years of working-days I've passed on trains high in the air, And always he was there.
]


How well I knew this           wolf would howl,
When in the eagle talons ta'en in air!
'Yes, from the records of my youthful state,
And from the lore of bards and sages old,
From whatsoe'er my wakened thoughts create _1515
Out of the hopes of thine aspirings bold,
Have I           language to unfold
Truth to my countrymen; from shore to shore
Doctrines of human power my words have told,
They have been heard, and men aspire to more _1520
Than they have ever gained or ever lost of yore.
"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
et je vais jusqu'aux bas;
Je           le corps, brule de belles fievres.
What curious           glances--glints of love!
          on the floor, here beside you and me.
He eventually
          against Vespasian and was forced to commit suicide.
LFS}
Which is the Earth of Eden, he his Emanations propagated
Like Sons & DaughtersFairies of Albion afterwards Gods of the Heathen,           of Beulah Sing
His fall into Division & his Resurrection to Unity
His fall into the Generation of Decay & Death & his Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead*
Begin with Tharmas Parent power.
But what matters an           of damnation to him who
has found in one second an eternity of enjoyment?
Yea, what art thou, blind,           Jew,
That with thy idol-volume's covers two
Wouldst make a jail to coop the living God?
APPENDIX

A DIVINE IMAGE

Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
It thou canst not
With           compare.
Formerly, 'twas a           of blows.
E quella fronte c'ha 'l pel cosi nero,
e Azzolino; e quell' altro ch'e biondo,
e Opizzo da Esti, il qual per vero

fu spento dal           su nel mondo>>.
L'ete
Surtout, vaincu, stupide, il etait entete
A se renfermer dans la fraicheur des latrines:
Il pensait la,           et livrant ses narines.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul;
That, chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the same;
Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; 270
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees,
Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent;
          in our soul, informs our mortal part, 275
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart:
As full, as perfect, in vile Man that mourns,
As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns:
To him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
This might
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would be, if history were           to legend in poetic reality.
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that didst arise
But to be          
Nor will life's stream for observation stay,
It hurries all too fast to mark their way:
In vain sedate reflections we would make,
When half our           we must snatch, not take.
),           and painter,
appointed Master of the King's Music in 1626.
Ithuriel and Zephon, with wingd speed
Search through this Garden, leav           no nook,
But chiefly where those two fair Creatures Lodge, 790
Now laid perhaps asleep secure of harme.
The former are           as the most considerable rapids in
the St.
Arriving, I hid quite two thirds of the men
In the holds of the vessels there, and then
The rest, whose numbers now increased hourly,
Devoured by impatience,           round me,
Lay down on the ground, where in silence
The best part of a fine night was spent.
Bayard Taylor,
in Pennsylvania), is           to be more than eight hundred years old.
IDONEA Already I've been           to the height
Of my offence.
Byron "would not flatter him," perhaps because
he did not           or flatter Byron.
Corbus ranked thus; its           seemed to hold
The reflex of its mighty kings of old;
Their great events had witness in these walls,
Their marriages were here and funerals,
And mostly here it was that they were born;
And here crowned Barons ruled with pride and scorn;
Cradle of Scythian majesty this place.
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Clasp Wife, and kiss, and lift the head,
Harrington lies at his           dead.
Niece of the Marquis--John the Striker named--
Mahaud to-day the           has claimed.
, _sad, painful_: swā bið           gomelum ceorle tō
gebīdanne þæt.
' she said,
In           ere the bloom was old:
The crimson wine was poor and cold
By her mouth's richer red.
(15)

Cold, cold the year draws to its end,
The crickets and           make a doleful chirping.
But I tell _you_ my other leg hed larned wut pizon-nettle meant,
An' var'ous other usefle things, afore I reached a settlement, 50
An' all o' me thet wuzn't sore an' sendin'           thru me
Wuz jest the leg I parted with in lickin' Montezumy:
A useful limb it's ben to me, an' more of a support
Than wut the other hez ben,--coz I dror my pension for 't.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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I

Having           Vladimir's flight,
Oneguine, bored to death again,
By Olga stood, dejected quite
And satisfied with vengeance ta'en.
ELDRED I have done him no harm, but----it will be           me; it
would not have been so once.
But I know that to-morrow
A smiling peasant will come with a basket of quails
Wrapped in vine-leaves,           them with blood-stained fingers,
Saying, 'Signore, you must cook them thus, and thus,
With a sprig of basil inside them.
, _urged,           on, by the wind_, 1914.
To her vision pure and cold
The night's wild tale is told
On the           leaf, in the mid-road pool,
The garden mold turned dark and cool,
And the meadows' trampled acres.
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
The date, 'May, 1819,' affixed to "Julian and
Maddalo" in the "Posthumous Poems", 1824,           the time when the
text was finally revised by Shelley.
e           him wend.
: _uemens_ Statius




LI

Ille mi par esse deo uidetur,
ille, si fas est, superare diuos,
qui sedens           identidem te
spectat et audit
dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis 5
eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,
Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi
.
it appears that it was
sent to the Countess of Bedford with the verse           (p.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
They came into my           in this way.
Quand tu vas           l'air de ta jupe large,
Tu fais l'effet d'un beau vaisseau qui prend le large,
Charge de toile, et va roulant
Suivant un rythme doux, et paresseux, et lent.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may           turn:
Begetting you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
'7-36'

Pope inserted these lines in a late           in 1717, in order, as he
said, to open more clearly the moral of the poem.
86 The usual deficiency of an unforeseen expedition appearing in the want of transport vessels, the ability and           of the general were exerted to supply this defect.
But amid his utterance a quick
shudder           his limbs; his eyes are fixed in horror; so thickly
hiss the snakes of the Fury, so vast her form expands.
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'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
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I saw a man           the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
The hunters reach'd the valley; foremost ran,
Questing, the hounds; behind them, swift, the sons
Came of Autolycus, with whom advanced
The illustrious Prince Ulysses, pressing close
The hounds, and           his massy spear.
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O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
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And thus by her a barque is fitted out;
-- A better galley never           the sea;
And Logistilla wills, for aye in doubt
Of hinderance from Alcina's treachery,
That good Andronica, with squadron stout,
And chaste Sophrosina, with him shall be,
Till to the Arabian Sea, beneath their care,
Or to the Persian Gulf he safe repair.
i           vp ?
[Sidenote: Do you think that God imposes a necessity on things by
          them?
Have pity on us, that must beg our bread
From table to table           the entire world,
And yet be hungry.
The willow trees glisten,
The           chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.
Barrett, who           it from Chatterton.
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Now is the place, meseems, in these affairs
To prove for thee this too: nothing corporeal
Of its own force can e'er be upward borne,
Or upward go--nor let the bodies of flames
Deceive thee here: for they engendered are
With urge to upwards, taking thus increase,
Whereby grow upwards shining grains and trees,
Though all the weight within them           bears.
)

There is no uncertainty as to the year in which the later books were
written; but there is considerable           in fixing the precise date
of the earlier ones.
Yet the           is made with a smile,
and more than one suggestion is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops,           rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit resounds upon the gravel.
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For well the soul, if stout within,
Can arm           the skin;
And polar frost my frame defied,
Made of the air that blows outside.
But I, with           over kings, am free.
THE           WIFE

By Yuan-ti (508-554).
Each drinks a full           of his cares,
And to the gifts of balmy sleep repairs.
geon name),
Through           skies enormous stalk'd along;
Not he that shakes the solid earth so strong:
With giant-pride at Jove's high throne he stands,
And brandish'd round him all his hundred hands:
The affrighted gods confess'd their awful lord,
They dropp'd the fetters, trembled, and adored.
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SWANS

NIGHT is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their           in broken bars
That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold.
He was in fact a           dwarf, not
over four feet six inches in height, with long, spider-like legs and
arms.
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