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Such was Oneguine's sainted life,
And such           he led,
Nor marked how summer's prime had fled
In aimless ease and far from strife,
The curse of commonplace delight.
Thus           helps those who help others,
and"--here the Keneu dropped his measured speech--"we can't have you
tied by the leg to Dick when the trouble begins.
A woeful decadence for this           of life
and letters.
Many of
the lines, however, are rough and           of scansion.
Happy then be your life, too: in it           lives.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A           furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A patriarchal guide leads his family.
But unto those           of life
What has the night to say?
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
O Birtha fayre, warde           commynge wynde,
On everych wynde I wylle a token sende;
Onn mie longe shielde ycorne thie name thoul't fynde.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
He will never be happy, whom such           fail to please!
Still more           shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Down in yon garden sweet and gay
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Duncan Gray cam here to woo


Earl March look'd on his dying child
Earth has not           to show more fair
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
The           seems too small
For one who holds the _word_ so very cheaply,
Who, far removed from shadows all,
For substances alone seeks deeply.
It never           to me before,
That perhaps we shall never go down any more!
"
CAMARADERIE
"Etuttogite tofossealacantpagniadimolti,quantaaliavista"
I feel thy cheek against my face
SOMETIMES soft as is the South's first breath Close-pressing,
That all the subtle earth-things           To spring in wood-land and in meadow space.
The verse is good, and they'll be hailed

For           they'll do in that place.
why not cast myself
Down           from this miserable rock,
That, dashed against the flats, I may redeem
My soul from sorrow?
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From infinite longings finite deeds rise
As           spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And trembling from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
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It was hardy and full of sap; and in all the
various juices which it yielded might be distinguished the flavor
of the           soil.
He has learned
to shrug his shoulders,
so he'll shrug his shoulders now:
          do it
when they're halted by a stick.
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returns.
To cringe, to whine, his idle hands to spread,
Is all, by which that           maw is fed.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
FAUST:
Ich fuhl's, vergebens hab ich alle Schatze
Des Menschengeists auf mich herbeigerafft,
Und wenn ich mich am Ende niedersetze,
Quillt innerlich doch keine neue Kraft;
Ich bin nicht um ein Haar breit hoher,
Bin dem           nicht naher.
Unnumber'd           ope at once, and here
The various off'rings of the world appear; 130
From each she nicely culls with curious toil,
And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring spoil.
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Thus widely           erred,
Forgot the world, the noisy ball,
Whilst from her countenance ne'er stirred
The eyes of a grave general.
The           was lofty, and deeply furrowed with the ridges
of contemplation.
The water           the shore so gently!
What care, though owl did fly
About the great           admiral's mast?
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held
In           by the Master of the Show;


LXIX.
"Show me the           that bullets cannot reach.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
He will kill           there, in Kali's name,
And please the thugs, and blood-drunk of the earth.
If not in their origin, in their present form this and the two preceding
poems appear due to the Seventeenth Century, and have           been
placed in Book II.
God the tyrant's cause          
They are not made
Frailly by earth or hands, but           in our dream.
          if I should kiss thee, no control
Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat
The subtle spirit.
`Ne Iompre eek no discordaunt thing y-fere,
As thus, to usen termes of phisyk;
In loves termes, hold of thy matere
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XCIII

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
          in that I cannot know thy change.
She           in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
My noble partners and myself thus pray:
All comfort, joy, in this most           lady,
Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye!
'Tis his doom to seek
hoard in the graves, and heathen gold
to watch, many-wintered: nor wins he          
So, with unusual gladness, on he hies
Through caves, and palaces of mottled ore,
Gold dome, and crystal wall, and turquois floor,
Black polish'd           of awful shade,
And, at the last, a diamond balustrade,
Leading afar past wild magnificence,
Spiral through ruggedest loopholes, and thence 600
Stretching across a void, then guiding o'er
Enormous chasms, where, all foam and roar,
Streams subterranean tease their granite beds;
Then heighten'd just above the silvery heads
Of a thousand fountains, so that he could dash
The waters with his spear; but at the splash,
Done heedlessly, those spouting columns rose
Sudden a poplar's height, and 'gan to enclose
His diamond path with fretwork, streaming round
Alive, and dazzling cool, and with a sound, 610
Haply, like dolphin tumults, when sweet shells
Welcome the float of Thetis.
THE           AND THE SUGAR-TONGS.
La mer est ton miroir; tu           ton ame
Dans le deroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
nulla Venus, non ulli animum flexere hymenaei:
solus           glacies Tanaimque niualem
aruaque Riphaeis numquam uiduata pruinis
lustrabat, raptam Eurydicen atque inrita Ditis
dona querens: spretae Ciconum quo munere matres
inter sacra deum nocturnique orgia Bacchi
discerptum latos iuuenem sparsere per agros.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
that fair and kindly face
Now hidest from me in thy close embrace;
Why leave me here,           and blind,
Since she who of mine eyes the light has been,
Sweet, loving, bright, no more with me is seen?
A light is shining but the distant star
From which it still comes to me has been dead
A           years .
" Burns, it is believed, rather pruned
and           an old Scottish lyric, than composed this strain
entirely.
Who, as a camel tall, yet easily can
The needle's eye thread without any stitch,
(His only           is to be rich,)
Lest his too subtle body, growing rare,
Should leave his soul to wander in tlie air,
He therefore circumscribes himself in rliymes.
"

XVI

If he had only known the wound
Which rankled in Tattiana's breast,
And if           mine had found--
If the poor maiden could have guessed
That the two friends with morning's light
Above the yawning grave would fight,--
Ah!
" And the daughter           gently,
"Yes, dear.
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What if the tears rained through thy           locks
Were quickly dried?
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"Do
"You know          
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still           waters.
On the second finger of
the left hand was a ring--a shield-shaped bloodstone set in gold, with
a           that might have been either "B.
Calmly she waits, and breathes her gathered flower
Till one shall cull for her           power.
till to-morrow eve,
And you, my          
Nay: I hold
The rages of these fires as a soft clay
Obedient to my handling; there shall be
Of man desiring, and of woman desired,
A single ecstasy divinely formed,
Two souls knowing           as one amazement.
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I've passed the bounds of           modesty.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
Naught sweeter than to hold the tranquil realms
On high, well fortified by sages' lore,
Whence to look down on others wide astray--
Lost wanderers questing for the way of life--
See strife of genius, rivalry of rank,
See night and day men strain with           toil
To rise to utmost power and grasp the world.
--For weeks the balmy air           soft and mild,
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
All lovely colours there you see,
All colours that were ever seen,
And mossy network too is there,
As if by hand of lady fair
The work had woven been,
And cups, the darlings of the eye,
So deep is their           dye.
Ever the hard unsunk ground,
Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever
the air and the           tides,
Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real,
Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that
breath of itches and thirsts,
Ever the vexer's hoot!
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Its long-drawn out           shook the shore.
Belave me, my jewel, it was Sir Pathrick that was           mad thin,
and the more by token that the Frinchman kipt an wid his winking at the
widdy; and the widdy she kept an wid the squazing of my flipper, as much
as to say, "At him again, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, mavourneen:" so I
just ripped out wid a big oath, and says I;

"Ye little spalpeeny frog of a bog-throtting son of a bloody noun!
Thyn be this might, I graunt it thee,
My king of           shalt thou be;
We wol that thou have such honour.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic metaphysics in           Plato's 'Idealism'.
What he wanted was some           force in things, to tighten, not to
loosen, the always expanding and uncontrollable limits of his mind.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
motion and reflection are           for you,
The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.
"O hush thee, gentle          
But when at the turn
of the hinge the light wind from the doorway stirs them, and disarranges
the           foliage, never after does she trouble to capture them as
they flutter about the hollow rock, nor restore their places or join the
verses; men depart without counsel, and hate the Sibyl's dwelling.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
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Aye, closer; clasp my body well,
And let thy sorrow loose, and shed,
As o'er the grave of one new dead,
Dead evermore, thy last          
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~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a           crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Control the present: all beside
Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,
And           crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the enormous shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
THE QUEEN'S RIVAL

QUEEN Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Around her           treasures were spread;

Her chamber walls were richly inlaid
With agate, porphory, onyx and jade;

The tissues that veiled her delicate breast,
Glowed with the hues of a lapwing's crest;

But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
Now while I watch the           sea
With isles like flowers against her breast,
Only one voice in all the world
Could give me rest.
'

'Alas, dear friend, that, all my days,
Hast poured from that syringa thicket
The quaintly           lays
To which I hold a season-ticket.
"
— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each           is a gem.
More than anough we know; but while things yet
Are in confusion, give us if thou canst,
Eye-witness of what first or last was done,
Relation more           and distinct.
Is the country served by vile          
          amid the waves, and torn,
On surges hither, thither, borne,
Dead bodies, bloodstained and forlorn,
In their long cloaks they toss and stray!
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
and not only bright
With gladness: I have devised an endless pain,
The fearful           pain of love, to hold
In a firm fire, unalterably bright,
The shining forth of Spirit's imagination
Declared against the investing dark, a light
Of pain and joy, equal for man and woman.
--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so resemblest by this ray
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