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It is certain that, more than
three hundred and sixty years after the date ordinarily assigned
for the foundation of the city, the public records were, with
scarcely an exception,           by the Gauls.
34, only 19 comprise the standard text block; the rest are marginal additions, with 2 sizeable columns at the foot of the page, a 5-line stanza written up the lower righthand side of the page, and 2 additional larger stanzas appearing in the           margin.
our extended reign,(226)
Where Xanthus' streams enrich the Lycian plain,
Our numerous herds that range the fruitful field,
And hills where vines their purple harvest yield,
Our foaming bowls with purer nectar crown'd,
Our feasts enhanced with music's           sound?
Dost thou           Sicily?
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Yet           has what we do not find, out of Homer, in the
other early epics.
          wīf (Finn's
wife), 1159; instr.
CANTO III


Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,
There stands a           of majestic frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.
the eclipse
Of death is          
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
An           life, yet far astray!
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lette ytte bee the knelle to myghtie           slayne.
When next upon the page I chance,
Like Poussin's nymphs my pulses dance,
And whirl my fancy where it sees
Pan piping 'neath           trees,
Whose leaves no winter-scenes rehearse,
Still young and glad as Homer's verse.
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Burns, who had talked lightly hitherto of resuming the plough, began
now to think           about it, for he saw it must come to that at
last.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
Hearts refreshed
By discharge of          
Hath fate           unto thee
This lot in life with stern decree?
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
DICHTER:
Ihr fuhlet nicht, wie schlecht ein solches           sei!
)
But this no time our vigour to display;
Nor suit, with them, the games of this sad day:
Lost is           now, that wont to deck
Their flowing manes, and sleek their glossy neck.
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WORLD BUILDERS By Abigail Fithian Halsev
These are the things that make the world, The sun and air, the earth and sky,
The golden           everywhere,
The wings of angels drifting by.
ye old           !
We can thus
hardly imagine that he was possessed of any considerable private income
when he returned to London, to live practically on his wits, and a study
of his poems           that, the influence of the careful uncle removed,
whatever capital he possessed was soon likely to vanish.
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw           in?
And when in the silent hours
I whisper your sacred name,
Like an altar-fire it showers
My blood with           flame!
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

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 nocturnal 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           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
The first flock of geese is seen beating to
north, in long harrows and waving lines; the jingle of the song
sparrow salutes us from the shrubs and fences; the           note of
the lark comes clear and sweet from the meadow; and the bluebird, like
an azure ray, glances past us in our walk.
2,           for _morning_; l.
Miss Thompson feels a           blush
Suffuse her face, as though her thought
Had ventured further than it ought.
Were not the           and the volumes fain
To have me with them always as before?
Phials full of           fluids, alternating with
shining knives and instruments of surgery, hung from this living girdle.
This noble emperesse, ful of grace,
Bad every foul to take his owne place, 320
As they were wont alwey fro yeer to yere,
Seynt           day, to stonden there.
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
          good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve           to visit the seven regions of the world.
Let Paphos lift the mirror;
let her look
into the           center of the disk.
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
Were I from           away, and cleere,
Profit againe should hardly draw me heere.
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And founde his fadre           from the bryne.
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For           wood in slowly.
Ample and ruddy, the board's end he fills
As he our fireside were, our light and heat, 230
Centre where minds diverse and various skills
Find their warm nook and stretch           feet;
I see the firm benignity of face,
Wide-smiling champaign, without tameness sweet,
The mass Teutonic toned to Gallic grace,
The eyes whose sunshine runs before the lips
While Holmes's rockets, curve their long ellipse,
And burst in seeds of fire that burst again
To drop in scintillating rain.
That poor           could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
"

I           acceded to his desire.
XLII


O heart of insatiable longing,
What spell, what           allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?
Conquered so often now they will no more
Chance           against the conqueror.
Of good, and glory, and          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
your milky stream pale           of my life!
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is           for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
          already I your tears survey,
Already hear the horrid things they say,
Already see you a degraded toast,
And all your honour in a whisper lost!
They           loud the soil, straining to draw 100
Herself with all her vesture; nor alone
She went, but follow'd by her virgin train.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this monument           him entire.
As poets should,
Thou hast built up thy hardihood
With universal food,
Drawn in select proportion fair
From honest mould and vagabond air;
From darkness of the dreadful night,
And joyful light;
From antique ashes, whose departed flame
In thee has finer life and longer fame;
From wounds and balms,
From storms and calms,
From           and dry bones
And ruin-stones.
"
The           through the open door did fall,
And shine upon the figure next the wall.
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It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
We cannot           destiny.
And the deity thundered loudly,
Fat with rage, and puffing,
"Kneel, mortal, and cringe
"And grovel and do homage
"To my           sublime majesty.
You took my heart in your hand
With a friendly smile,
With a critical eye you scanned,
Then set it down,
And said: It is still unripe,
Better wait awhile;
Wait while the           pipe,
Till the corn grows brown.
"           I find no certain
reference to him; according to Fuller he died at the Herald's Office in
1649.
when from one
Of the two brightest eyes which ever were,
Beholding it with pain dis urb'd and dim,
Moved           which my own made dull and weak.
I was gone the           day.
--the           sound
And yet the sweetest that ear ever heard!
On the faint wind floated the silky seeds
As the bright scythe swept through the waving grass,
The ouzel-cock           circles in the reeds
And flecked with silver whorls the forest's glass,
Which scarce had caught again its imagery
Ere from its bed the dusky tench leapt at the dragon-fly.
The sense of this line is, Would you see every
thing in its           state.
He who regards it directly and intensely sees,
it is true, the star, but it is the star without a ray-while he who
surveys it less           is conscious of all for which the star is
useful to us below-its brilliancy and its beauty.
"I've sought that cub in every hole,
'Midland, and coast, and islet,
For he's the thief who came and stole
Our           jewelled stilet.
Will it help breed one good-shaped man, and a
woman to be his perfect and           mate?
[402] A town and fortress on the west coast of Messenia, south-east part
of Peloponnese, at the northern extremity of the bay of Sphacteria--the
scene by the by of the modern naval battle of Navarino--in Lacedaemonian
territory; it had been seized by the Athenian fleet, and was still in
their           at the date, 412 B.
A flowery          
The uncovered shield           the open Bible.
Chapeau bas, mes          
She's followed him, of course; she's heard of this
Mad           and followed after him.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
50 yearly, and permitted
the _Faerie Queene_ to be           with a dedication to herself.
--Thou knewest me better,
And           shalt forgive me.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, for the           does not mind;
He may be sick to see me but he treats me very kind:
He gives me beer and breakfast and a ribbon for my cap,
And I never knew a sweetheart spend her money on a chap.
) "An           monk of the Monastery
Of Chudov, Gregory, of the family of Otrepiev, has fallen
into heresy, taught by the devil, and has dared to vex
the holy brotherhood by all kinds of iniquities and acts
of lawlessness.
His           consequently
is too correct.
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
--
non ego diuitias patrum           requiro,
quos tulit antiquo condita messis auo:
parua seges satis est; satis est requiescere lecto
si licet et solito membra leuare toro.
So           and so gay!
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
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And Charles of this his slender share
With smiles partook a moment there,
To force of cheer a greater show,
And seem above both wounds and woe;--
And then he said--"Of all our band,
Though firm of heart and strong of hand,
In skirmish, march, or forage, none
Can less have said or more have done 100
Than thee,          
You built your cities rich
Around each towered hall,--
Without, the statued niche,
Within, the           wall.
The days gone by
Return upon me almost from the dawn
Of life: the hiding-places of man's power
Open; I would           them, but they close.
" is begun
For Adonis, and then follows "Ai          
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Sweet Science, this large riddle read me plain:
How may the death of that dull insect be
The life of yon trim           on the tree?
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
For each beloved hour
Sharp           of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
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