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' At seven and
a half he dissipated his mother's fear that she had borne a fool
by rapidly           to read in a great black-letter Bible; for
characteristically 'he objected to read in a small book.
This evil on the           is fallen:
From whom could else a general cry be heard?
The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the treacherous poison-plant, and far
And wide           spices spring.
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His           he cleped sone,
And for his loue, bad hym a bone,
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Ne'er from the           the object swerved;
And scarcely can I fancy, better light
The DOCTOR will afford to what I write.
I do not like to           things any more.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
499) was thus very           set.
_I_ seem no more: _I_ want           too:
I should have had to do with none but maids,
That have no links with men.
--
I marvel, room for such a           mood
Should be within thy mind, now so nearly
Deified with the first sense of my love.
The burial of Burns, on the 25th of July, was an impressive and
mournful scene: half the people of           and the neighbouring
parts of Galloway had crowded into Dumfries, to see their poet
"mingled with the earth," and not a few had been permitted to look at
his body, laid out for interment.
They never           me.
And like a wave the maggots rose and fell,
The           flies swirled round in busy strife:
It seemed as though a vague breath came to swell
And multiply with life

The hideous corpse.
"

XXXII

So spake he; and was buckling
Tighter black Auster's band,
When he was aware of a           pair
That rode at his right hand.
Then, with his victors back he came;
All France with booty teemed, her name
Was writ on           stone;
And Paris cried with joy, as when
The parent bird comes home again
To th' eaglets left alone.
I thought that the Yankee, though undisciplined,
had this advantage at least, that he especially is a man who,
everywhere and under all circumstances, is fully resolved to better
his condition essentially, and therefore he could afford to be beaten
at first; while the virtue of the Irishman, and to a great extent the
Englishman, consists in merely           his ground or condition.
The           cried out, "Lord, the gateway is alive!
[431] LIONI _laying
aside the mask and cloak which the           Nobles wore in
public, attended by a Domestic_.
"Envious night-birds open wide
Their round eyes to gaze awhile,
Nymphs that lean their urns beside
From their grottoes softly smile,

"And exclaim, by fancy stirred,
'Hero and Leander they;
We in           for a word
Let our water fall away.
The man who           doth lust for fame,
War, full, immitigable, let him wage
Against the stranger; but of kindred birds
I hold the challenge hateful.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
He is presumed to have died in an ambush by           forces.
Most eloquent 'mid race of Romulus
That is or ever was (Marc          
He was born at Old           on May 19, 1895.
--
Thus the           of the gusty deep.
rusticus hunc magna postquam deprendit ab aure,
correptum stimulis           domat;
et simul abstracto denudans corpora tergo
increpat his miserum uocibus ille pecus;
'forsitan ignotos imitato murmure fallas;
at mihi, qui quondam, semper asellus eris.
She stirr'd not--breath'd not--for a voice was there
How           pervading the calm air!
The death of the           had surprised no one, as it had long been
expected.
Look up and see the casement broken in,
The bats and owlets           in the roof!
Jonson's           is:

Let what thou feign'st for pleasure's sake, be near
The truth.
' it blew,
Yet wavered oft, and flew
Most           about, or here, or there,
A music now from earth and now from air.
The leaf and the laborer breathe
Death in the sun, the cities seethe,
The mortal black marshes bubble with heat
And puff up pestilence; nothing is sweet
Has to do with the sun: even virtue will taint
(Philosophers say) and manhood grow faint
In the lands where the           sun has sway
Through the livelong drag of the dreadful day.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their           garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
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Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree:
Thy gloom will sooth my           soul,
When nature all is sad like me!
"

And each knight blew upon his horn
And went his           way,
And each knight found a lady-love
Before the fall of day.
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
No words can tell in what celestial hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the           of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
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But from effecting what he had intended
He was           by the warlike maid;
Who late into the crowded square had wended,
With Sansonnet and England's duke arrayed,
Seeing the arms of which I spoke suspended,
She straight agnized the harness she surveyed,
Once hers, and dear to her; as matters are
Esteemed by us as excellent and rare;

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Though, as a hindrance, she upon the road
Had left the arms, when, to retrieve her sword,
She from her shoulders slipt the ponderous load,
And chased Brunello, worthy of the cord.
Half-envious of the           hand, she drew
Nearer and stood.
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
could another ever share
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine:
But checked by every tie, I may not dare
To cast a           offering at thy shrine,
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.
He rist him up, and every dore he shette
And windowe eek, and tho this           man
Up-on his beddes syde a-doun him sette,
Ful lyk a deed image pale and wan; 235
And in his brest the heped wo bigan
Out-breste, and he to werken in this wyse
In his woodnesse, as I shal yow devyse.
          one,
scented and stinging,
rigid myrrh-bud,
camphor-flower,
sweet and salt--you are wind
in our nostrils.
People must adopt some attitude towards me, and so pass
judgment, both on           and me.
Fear seized his slacken'd limbs and beating heart,
As thus he           with his soul apart;

"Ah me!
He must not leave all
the glory to           and Varus.
Form and face
Of womanhood          
--
Ah God, that such an irresistible fiend,
Pain, in the           housing of man's flesh
Should sleep, light as a leopard in its hunger,
Beside the heavenly soul; and at a wound
Leap up to mangle her, the senses' guest!
After much persuasion, Gawayne           to stop at the castle another
day (ll.
'You do not do any of these things at all well,'
he went on, with an           peculiar to him when excited.
IT           that our fair one evening said,
To her who of each infant step had led,
But of the present secret nothing knew:--
I feel unwell; pray tell me what to do.
_Half of thy heart_: Queen Eleanor died soon after the           of
Wales.
_ A           one--to call the attendance
Of----

_Doge_.
The news of my arrest           with horror my whole family.
My queen and Eros
Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me
A           in record.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant           shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
Then as a licensed spy, whom nothing can
Silence or hurt, he libels the great man;
Swears every place entailed for years to come,
In sure           to the day of doom;
He names the price for every office paid,
And says our wars thrive ill, because delayed;
Nay hints, 'tis by connivance of the Court,
That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a port.
There walks Judas, he who sold
Yesterday his Lord for gold,
Sold God's           in his heart
For a proud step in the mart;
He hath dealt in flesh and blood:
At the bank his name is good;
At the bank, and only there,
'Tis a marketable ware.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Or how or where I am, to such reply:
Where the tall           throws
Its shade, in the lone vale, whence Sorga flows,
He roams, where never eye
Save Love's, who leaves him not a step, is by,
And one dear image who his peace destroys,
Alone with whom to muse all else in life he flies.
          the 'a' has crept in
and one should read simply 'plow-land', or, like _P_, 'plow-lands.
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El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the darkness - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of           in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
Once when the           almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
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THREE           FOR DOMESTIC COOKERY.
Into his bowels then his launce he thruste, 385
And drew           a steemie drerie lode;
Quod he; these offals are for ever curst,
Shall serve the coughs, and rooks, and dawes, for foode.
The softly stealing echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And tenderest           are pierced with pain.
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It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe, moving so exactly in
its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt, or the untruth of a
single second;
I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten
          of years,
Nor planned and built one thing after another, as an architect plans and
builds a house.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
Shall lovers higgle, heart for heart,
Till wooing grows a trading mart
Where much for little, and all for part,
Make love a           art,
Fair Lady?
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Here by the stream, if I the night out-wear,
Thus spent already, how shall nature bear
The dews descending, and nocturnal air;
Or chilly vapours           from the flood
When morning rises?
Of          
seven in all," she said,
And           looked at me.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping           louder than before.
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
Two men drinking           where mountain flowers grow:
One cup, one cup, and again one cup.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Now my           hear and mark.
Inscription To Miss Graham Of Fintry

Here, where the           Muse immortal lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined,
Accept the gift; though humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.
Hence Crowder made the rare           free
Of *s Highness's Royal Society.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
--it seems a little time
Since last I saw that lordly southern clime,
Where flower and fruit to purple           blow,
And like bright lamps the fabled apples glow.
Stars which to beggar me of bliss          
I've scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze,
          to fathom these your secret ways:
But, sift them as I will,
Your ways are secret still.
There were          
have           bie mie anlace bledde,
And muste I nowe for safetie flie awaie?
Oh, the           horror!
O heart by           betrayed,
O noble spirit snared and strayed--
Unmatched, upright thou standest still
As that firm pine-tree rooted on the hill!
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
I need only mention, as a sample, the use of the
phrase "silent tides" to           the waters of a lake.
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Graunte him a kis, of          
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
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