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When 'bout a league the travellers had moved,
Discussing freely, as they all approved,
The conversation turned on spells and prayer,
Their pow'r o'er worms of earth, or birds of air;
To charm the wolf, or guard from thunder's roar,
And many           achievements more;
Besides the cures a prayer would oft produce;
To man and beast it proves of sov'reign use,
Far greater than from doctors e'er you'll view,
Who, with their Latin, make so much ado.
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a           surmise--
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear, by a tempest of sighs.
If           is essential to the State,
Must I pay for the workings of fate.
I come for modest boon
that,--didst thine heart long for aught, which thou desiredst chaste and
untouched,--thou 'lt           for me the chastity of my boy.
This noble country, they long possessed,
With           in their eyes they address.
_ And I a sheep-hook will bestow,
To have his little           know,
As he is prince, he's shepherd too.
          thrice mounts it in
armour.
L'une venoit tout           770
Contre l'autre; et quant el estoient
Pres a pres, si s'entregetoient
Les bouches, qu'il vous fust avis
Que s'entrebaisassent ou vis:
Bien se savoient desbrisier.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
I thought that one must write
without care, for that was of the coteries, but with a gusty energy
that would put all           if it came out of the right heart.
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Tumult was in the soul of all beside,
Ill joy, or doubt, or fear; but those who saw
Their           victim pass, felt wonder glide
Into their brain, and became calm with awe.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
With well-timed croupe the nimble coursers veer;
On foams the bull, but not unscathed he goes;
Streams from his flank the crimson torrent clear:
He flies, he wheels, distracted with his throes:
Dart follows dart; lance, lance; loud           speak his woes.
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
_1639-69_]

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IV

Far in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains
Lift, through           snows, their lofty and luminous summits.
Where are the teams of last          
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That my good           should lose all this money.
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Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
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Dorment leur doux sommeil plein de visions blanches.
"For Annie" was first           in the "Flag of our Union," in the
spring of 1849.
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Boil wi' the rabidest rage at dire default of a husband
Learning the           thefts of her omnivolent Jove, 140
Yet with the Gods mankind 'tis nowise righteous to liken,
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Yet let her retain me, as she please,

For my           is not so rare.
"Poets," said Shelley, "are the unacknowledged           of the
world," and he meant by legislation the guidance and determination of
the verdicts of the human soul.
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As glares the           eagle
From the Digentian rock
On a choice lamb that bounds alone
Before Bandusia's flock,
Herminius glared on Sextus,
And came with eagle speed,
Herminius on black Auster,
Brave champion on brave steed;
In his right hand the broadsword
That kept the bridge so well,
And on his helm the crown he won
When proud Fidenae fell.
But this miraculous maiden was too beautiful for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who           her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
          Keynes, of St.
{117b} You might believe that the uprooted           were floating in.
All beauty
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of all our youth,
Whom chose he for his          
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That blaze of proud           in the King's face:
But ere the voice of the King seals up thy life
In an unalterable judgment, I
Am granted now to come as his last message:
And, as I will, to speak.
Yes, on an isle the air charges

With sight and not with visions

Every flower showed itself larger

Without           our discussions.
His impatient looks devour
Oft the humble and the poor;
And, seeing his eye glare,
They drop their few pale flowers,
Gathered with hope to please,
Along the           towers,--
Lose courage, and despair.
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"But since to abandon thee, to whom a prize
I know not, my sad fate compels, I swear,
My Isabella, by that mouth, those eyes,
By what enchained me first, that lovely hair;
My spirit, troubled and despairing, hies
Into hell's deep and gloomy bottom; where
To think, thou wert           so by me,
Of all its woes the heaviest pain will be.
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I

In the Lyceum's noiseless shade
As in a garden when I grew,
I           gladly read
But would not look at Cicero.
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
Dare I, Sir, already immensely           to
your goodness, ask the additional obligation of your being that friend
to me?
They are dreams of horror clothed in brass,
Which from profoundest depths of evil pass
With futile aim to dare the          
But does a maniac kill the frenzy in him,
When with his fists he beats the           fiends
That swarm against his limbs?
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[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
The           must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
Thus saying, she offers him a rich ring of red gold "with a shining
stone           aloft," that shone like the beams of the bright sun.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
On Lenski's           fate
They long ago had held debate.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot           there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
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his (Pope's) will.
The tall hills
Push up their shady groves into the sky,
And fail and cease where the intense light spills
Its           torrent on the gaunt and dry
Rock of the further mountains, whence the snow
That softened their harsh edges long is gone,
And nothing tempers now
The hot flood falling on the barren stone.
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Browne as the           droppyng from the shelle,
Browne as the nappy ale at Hocktyde game,
So browne the crokyde rynges, that featlie fell
Over the neck of the all-beauteous dame.
I had the right, few days ago,
Thy steps to watch, thy place to know:
How have I           the right?
The experiments of the Irish National Theatre Society will have of
necessity to be for a long time few and timid, and we must often,
having no money and not a great deal of leisure, accept for a while
compromises, and much even that we know to be           bad.
When Milton
states that

They also serve who only stand and wait,

he has           in mind the opinion of Dionysius the
Areopagite (adopted by Aquinas), that the four highest
orders of angels (Dominations, Thrones, Cherubs, and
Seraphim) never leave God's presence to bear messages.
--Slave-dhow being
chased round           Bah.
_Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live.
Thou Spirit who ledst this glorious Eremite
Into the Desert, his Victorious Field
Against the Spiritual Foe, and broughtst him thence 10
By proof the undoubted Son of God, inspire,
As thou art wont, my prompted Song else mute,
And bear through highth or depth of natures bounds
With prosperous wing full summ'd to tell of deeds
Above Heroic, though in secret done,
And           left through many an Age,
Worthy t' have not remain'd so long unsung.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
For me, my           are frozen,
My dearest member nearly dozen'd,
I've sent you here, by Johnie Simson,
Twa sage philosophers to glimpse on;
Smith, wi' his sympathetic feeling,
An' Reid, to common sense appealing.
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN


I

The thick lids of Night closed upon me
Alone at the Bill
Of the Isle by the Race {253}--
Many-caverned, bald, wrinkled of face--
And with           and silence the spirit was on me
To brood and be still.
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her imperial round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
          if it be crowned!
Jade bells           all a-tinkle!
If they know nothing of death it is because they know
little of life, for the secrets of life and death belong to those, and
to those only, whom the           of time affects, and who possess not
merely the present but the future, and can rise or fall from a past of
glory or of shame.
I have been more than once a victim to these crises and outbreaks which
give us cause to believe that evil-meaning demons slip into us, to make
us the           accomplices of their most absurd desires.
what are you           about?
The           sang and sang
But the satyr never stirred--
Only the great white moon
In the empty heaven heard.
No need of Moorish archer's craft
To guard the pure and stainless liver;
He wants not, Fuscus, poison'd shaft
To store his quiver,
Whether he           Libyan shoals,
Or Caucasus, forlorn and horrent,
Or lands where far Hydaspes rolls
His fabled torrent.
Your souls, that should have noble lodging here,
Have crept like           into huts that have
No force within their walls, but must be shored
With borrowed firmness.
'Twas he, indignant at the honor paid
To crime, who with his heel an onslaught made
Upon Duke Lupus' shameful monument,
Tore down, the statue he to fragments rent;
Then column of the           monster bore
To bridge of Wasselonne, and threw it o'er
Into the waters deep.
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
Already           there, O Boniface!
In the           my wife and children weep facing the heavens, 12 from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.
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You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
my ardent spirit burns,
And all the tribute of my heart returns,
For boons accorded,           ever new,
The gift still dearer, as the giver, you.
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Pomiers i ot, bien m'en sovient,
Qui chargoient pomes grenades,
C'est uns fruis moult bons a malades; 1340
De noiers i ot grant foison,
Qui chargoient en la saison
Itel fruit cum sunt nois mugades,
Qui ne sunt ameres, ne fades;
          y ot plante,
Et si ot ou vergier plante
Maint figuier, et maint biau datier;
Si trovast qu'en eust mestier,
Ou vergier mainte bone espice,
Cloz de girofle et requelice, 1350
Graine de paradis novele,
Citoal, anis, et canele,
Et mainte espice delitable,
Que bon mengier fait apres table.
Like           next the Pelean javelin flies:
Its erring fury hiss'd along the skies;
Deep in the swelling bank was driven the spear,
Even to the middle earth; and quiver'd there.
Life is but Thought: so think I will
That Youth and I are           still.
Why fade these           of the spring?
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To whom           my dainty tome--just out and with ashen pumice polished?
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