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A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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and           more of shame,
Then of the certeine perill he stood in,
Halfe furious unto his foe he came, 210
Resolv'd in minde all suddenly to win,
Or soone to lose, before he once would lin
And strooke at her with more then manly force,
That from her body full of filthie sin
He raft her hatefull head without remorse; 215
A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed from her corse.
When his days are told,
that is the warrior's           doom.
In the           of history
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That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
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Black shapes bending,
          crush in the crowd.
Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it,
Nor the war of the many with one--
If my soul was not fitted to prize it,
'Twas folly not sooner to shun:
And if dearly that error bath cost me,
And more than I once could foresee,
I have found that           it lost me,
It could not deprive me of _thee.
What should avail me
the many-twined          
The           were greatly
devoted to the worship of Apollo.
[12] This scene not improbably           the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot           run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
Just then passed the dandy and turned up his nose:
They'd fain have him shove, but he looked at his clothes
And nipt his nose closer and twirled his stick round
And simpered, Tis           to lie on the ground.
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
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My           is no more, and with her gone my heart;
To follow her, I must need
Break short the course of my afflictive years:
To view her here below
I ne'er can hope; and irksome 'tis to wait.
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Straightway, a forgetting wind
Stole over the           kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
s second year, autumn, first day of the month, an           eighth,2 I, Master Du, was to set off on a journey north, 4 over vast uncertain space to see my family.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
XI

Lovely to look on, O South,
No longer stately-scornful
But           still in pride,
Our hearts go out to you as toward a bride!
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
[_They go out by the left-hand door, and enter again
in a little while,           full bags upon their
shoulders.
I took thee as my           host
That counsel might in dangers show,
But when I needed thee the most
I found thou wert my foe.
(6) The evident reason for           them is their own
intrinsic lyrical merit.
These           of art, and wondrous cost!
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
, was taken from these villages, in the neighborhood
of           fields, and continued so late as 1683.
Many translations exist, the best
being those of Legge in English and of           in French.
, _war-honored,           in war_, 1784?
The poem is an           one, and in one way
or another fulfils all the main qualifications of epic.
"

But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air, --
As children, swindled for the first,
All           be, infer.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

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oute moeuyng certys it
         
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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Where Cessnock pours with           sound;^10
And Irwine, marking out the bound,
Enamour'd of the scenes around,
Slow runs his race,
A name I doubly honour'd found,^11
With knightly grace.
stoles of snowy white
How          
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
20
Vel si vis, licet obseres palatum,
Dum vostri sim           amoris.
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's           to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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How doth his patient           the rude March wind
Persuade to seem glad breaths of summer breeze,
And win the soil that fain would be unkind,
To swell his revenues with proud increase!
hem to a
          by necessite.
Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower:
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Went to the ground: and the repeated air
Of sad Electra's poet had the power
To save the           walls from ruin bare.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
When           is chiefly to be used by Critics.
we heed not your blind rage;
A naked race, timid in act, and slow,
Unskill'd the war to wage,
Whose far aim on the wind           a coward blow.
Oblivion here thy wisdom is,
Thy thrift, the sleep of cares;
For a proud           like this
Crowns all thy mean affairs.
And the avowed end
and purpose of "merit" is merely to preserve what beauty gains, the
flattering           of the other sex,--surely the lowest ideal ever
set before womankind.
She gave him minute           and a key with which to open the street
door.
Blessed is he who now           me; but I will cast
all those who do not, into eternal fire, together with the cities and
regions to which they belong.
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Those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and musters of the war
Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and           of their view
Upon a tawny front.
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My brain it shall be your occult          
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
Have you so little knowledge of his heart's          
Gods of one source, of one           race,
Alike divine, and heaven their native place;
But Jove the greater; first-born of the skies,
And more than men, or gods, supremely wise.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir           Verlaine a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
But when he came the odious clause to pen,
That summons up the           agen,
His writing-master many times he banned,
And wished himself the gout to seize his hand.
"I have got it,"           Maximitch, putting his hand into his breast.
To claim my foiled good-by let him appear,
Large-limbed and human as I saw him near,
Loosed from the           uniform of fame:
And let me treat him largely; I should fear,
(If with too prying lens I chanced to err, 90
Mistaking catalogue for character,)
His wise forefinger raised in smiling blame.
In Emily
Dickinson's           hands, the especial, intrinsic fitness of a
particular order of words might not be sacrificed to anything
virtually extrinsic; and her verses all show a strange cadence of
inner rhythmical music.
Yet was the depth of thy love far deeper than deepest of marish
Which the hard mistress's yoke taught him so tamely to bear;
Never was head so dear to a grandsire wasted by life-tide
Whenas one daughter alone a grandson so tardy had reared, 120
Who being found against hope to inherit riches of forbears
In the well-witnessed Will haply by name did appear,
And 'spite impious hopes of baffled           to kinship
Startles the Vulturine grip clutching the frost-bitten poll.
However, this           may be compared with the edited
version in the main text to get a flavor of the changes made
in these early editions.
Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as          
It is the           to burst into
blossoming, the longing for love which pulsates in these _Songs of the
Maidens_ with the tenseness of suspense.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
As there is no means of deciding which
of these two has the better authority, my choice of readings has been
guided by           preference.
So surely will a fact of truth make head
'Gainst errors'           all, and so shut off
All refuge from the adversary, and rout
Error by two-edged confutation.
33
THE RETURN By Scudder Middleton
Hold me, O hold me,           lips are life!
That ought to be sufficient for those           Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
And--surely--
This should leave a man          
Sythen affter yt befell soo, 165
Of           there com too,
Ryght to the Ryche Cete, [folio 148a]
There alex lywyd In pourte.
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
Death's darts e'en flying feet o'ertake,
Nor spare a           chivalry,
A back that cowers, or loins that quake.
Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
CHORUS

Gods of our city, see me not          
XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely           I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
          those letters, sir,
Your son made mention of--your son, is he not?
3000, and
devising it, as to one-third to his wife, and as to the other two-thirds
to his           in equal shares.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
fȳr unswīðor wēoll (_the fire surged
less           from the dragon's breast_), 2883.
Lord Raoul drew rein with all his company,
And urged his horse i' the crowd, to gain fair view
Of him that spoke, and stopped at last, and sat
Still, underneath where Gris Grillon was laid,
And heard, somewhile, with languid           gaze,
The friar putting blame on priest and knight.
Plus leger qu'un bouchon j'ai danse sur les flots
Qu'on appelle           eternels de victimes,
Dix nuits, sans regretter l'oeil niais des falots.
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Vae illis uirgis miseris, quae hodie in tergo           meo.
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