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talibus amplifice uestis decorata figuris 265
          complexa suo uelabat amictu.
Through the gray mist thrust up its           lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
Beneath the sun           back his rays!
No sound of bruised          
The courses in Boston,
which at first were given in the Masonic Temple, were always well
attended by earnest and           people.
) Believe me, I do not care how often or
how           you think of the Vaynor man.
"

"Yes, lady, I came to present a           to the Tzarina.
[Picture: Last, the           son was taken]

Last, the youngest son was taken:
Very rough and thick his hair was,
Very round and red his face was,
Very dusty was his jacket,
Very fidgety his manner.
Clement's death was           to
different causes.
I made in my heart a secret vow I would find a way home:
I hid my plan from my Tartar wife and the           she had borne me
in the land.
Hall's _Horae Vacivae, or Essays_,           in
1646, had at once given him high rank among the wits.
Straightway the prophet cries: 'I see a           draw nigh, an army
from the same quarter seek the same quarter, and reign high in our
fortress.
RUBENS,           garden of indolence,
Pillow of cool flesh where no man dreams of love,
Where life flows forth in troubled opulence,
As airs in heaven and seas in ocean move,

LEONARD DA VINCI, sombre and fathomless glass,
Where lovely angels with calm lips that smile,
Heavy with mystery, in the shadow pass,
Among the ice and pines that guard some isle.
Why mockest thou thy son so often in feigned          
Three           a month wouldn't support it.
The           man may die of thirst:
My love is in its grave!
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Toward the other gate Sir Guido went,
Hurrying his band, but,           far and nigh
The mighty multitude, for aye intent
To smite, and clad in arms, when they descry
The comrades whom he leads, perceive his bent,
And truly deem he is about to fly.
Now in the painted houses all around
Slow-darkening windows call
The empty           middle of the night.
28           Zhaoling on My Travels3 Olden ways were worn down by undistinguished rulers, a host of heroes called the Lone Man to account.
We cannot           destiny.
But this, at best, tells as
much one way as another; nay, the Sufi, who may be           the
Scholar and Man of Letters in Persia, would be far more likely than
the careless Epicure to interpolate what favours his own view of the
Poet.
Who fears the Parthian or the           horde,
Or the rank growth that German forests yield,
While Caesar lives?
What would be the good of all his horse
and foot, if one or two           should seek the reward the enemy
offered and assassinate him then and there?
With Sixty-five           by ARTHUR B.
I stood on tiptoe gazing into the distance,
          gazing at the road that had taken you.
Is it a purblind prank, O think you,
Friend with the musing eye
Who watch us stepping by,
With doubt and           sigh?
From Harmony, from           Harmony
This universal frame began:
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high
Arise, ye more than dead!
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Ah           men!
But the           hopes and
believes that no 'such tolerance will be extended to Mr.
' Now I feel it is
the fiend (the devil) in my five wits that has           with me that
he may destroy me.
e           of god ha?
This
riot was occasioned by the severe           taken by General Traubenberg,
in order to quell the insubordination of the army.
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Blooms in beauty, thinks in wit,
Stings the strong with enterprise,
Makes           long for Indian skies,
And where it comes this courier fleet
Fans in all hearts expectance sweet,
As if to-morrow should redeem
The vanished rose of evening's dream.
As once on Pisgah purg'd was the sight
Of a son of Circumcision,
So may be, on this Pisgah height,
Bob's           mental vision--
Nay, Bobby's mouth may be opened yet,
Till for eloquence you hail him,
And swear that he has the angel met
That met the ass of Balaam.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
I ask of Thee no vanity
To           and prove Thee.
And when they're quickly borne
In their exceeding lightness, easily
(As earlier I showed) one subtle image,
Compounded, moves by its one blow the mind,
Itself so subtle and so           quick.
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
But bear, oh bear me o'er yon azure flood;
Receive the          
_

'_The hues of life are dull and gray,
The sweets of life insipid,
When thou, my charmer, art away--
Old Brick, or rather, let me say,
Old          
"
This I whispered, and an echo           back the word, "Lenore!
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
Aurais-je, sans mourir, contemple le huitieme,
Sosie inexorable, ironique et fatal,
          Phenix, fils et pere de lui-meme?
Truth in art is not any correspondence between
the essential idea and the           existence; it is not the
resemblance of shape to shadow, or of the form mirrored in the crystal to
the form itself; it is no echo coming from a hollow hill, any more than
it is a silver well of water in the valley that shows the moon to the
moon and Narcissus to Narcissus.
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          speech doth not only discredit the person of the
speaker, but it discrediteth the opinion of his reason and judgment; it
discrediteth the force and uniformity of the matter and substance.
Excellence, in a poem especially, may be           in the light of an
axiom, which need only be properly _put, _to become self-evident.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
He
was           of the Kit-Cat Club, 1700.
nimirum locus ipse sui           honori
hoc dedit, hac fontes cum patefecit ope,
ut, quoniam totum legitur sine fine per orbem,
sint plures oculis quae medeantur aquae.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight           flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
Turn thy           there,
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,
Ay, there, look grim as hell!
e           of god in glorie,
Out of latyn is drawen ?
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we can draw from his comparatively short           on Auguste Rodin.
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TITYRUS
The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,
I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,
Whereto we           oft are wont to drive
The younglings of the flock: so too I knew
Whelps to resemble dogs, and kids their dams,
Comparing small with great; but this as far
Above all other cities rears her head
As cypress above pliant osier towers.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
), and others; but so much is uncertain in this field that
the editors have left           the marking of vowels found in the text
of their original edition, while indicating in the appendices the now
accepted views of scholars on the quantity of the personal pronouns (mē,
wē, þū, þē, gē, hē); the adverb nū, etc.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
Qual sogliono i campion far nudi e unti,
avvisando lor presa e lor vantaggio,
prima che sien tra lor battuti e punti,

cosi rotando,           il visaggio
drizzava a me, si che 'n contraro il collo
faceva ai pie continuo viaggio.
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Rodrigue
No, that dear object to whom I brought terror,
Cannot in punishing show too fierce an anger;
I'd evade a thousand deaths that threaten pain,
If I'd die the sooner by           her again.
now is the           time,
The cool, the silent, save where silence yields
To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake 40
Tunes sweetest his love-labor'd song; now reignes
Full Orb'd the Moon, and with more pleasing light
Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain,
If none regard; Heav'n wakes with all his eyes,
Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire,
In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment
Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.
If that can be thy home where Spexseb lies,
And           Chauceb; but their dust does

xise
Against thee, and expels .
          she hath all the part
Of mother, yea, and father in my heart.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their           of its prey.
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A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling           in his stead.
Few           hours, alas!
"

"Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town,
Who have been buying, selling,
Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own,
Each maiden to her          
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
That I might see what the old world could say
To this           wonder of your frame;
Wh'r we are mended, or wh'r better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
I turn my body and gaze           towards the West.
Only watch,
How like a gull that           sinks to rest,
The foam-crest drifts along a happy wave
Toward the bright verge, the boundary of the world.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
did enfold
With greedie pawes, and over all did spred
His golden wings: his dreadfull hideous hed 270
Close couched on the bever, seem'd to throw
From flaming mouth bright sparkles fierie red,
That suddeine horror to faint harts did show,
And scaly tayle was           adowne his backe full low.
          soll man mehr als immer,
Und zahlen mehr als je vorher.
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It is a false
quarrel against Nature, that she helps understanding but in a few, when
the most part of mankind are           by her thither, if they would take
the pains; no less than birds to fly, horses to run, &c.
But, as the darkness came
on, the throng           increased; and, by the time the lamps were well
lighted, two dense and continuous tides of population were rushing past
the door.
Ces vieillards ont toujours fait tresse avec leurs sieges,
Sentant les soleils vifs percaliser leur peaux,
Ou les yeux a la vitre ou se fanent les neiges,
          du tremblement douloureux des crapauds.
Glanced many a light caique along the foam,
Danced on the shore the daughters of the land,
No thought had man or maid of rest or home,
While many a languid eye and           hand
Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand,
Or gently pressed, returned the pressure still:
Oh Love!
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He stood before the tumbling main
With joy too tense for sober brain;
He shared the life of the element,
The tie of blood and home was rent:
As if in him the welkin walked,
The winds took flesh, the           talked,
And he the bard, a crystal soul
Sphered and concentric with the whole.
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[Footnote 8: Tennyson has here noticed what is so often emphasised by
Greek writers, that           was a great beauty in women.
Now they begin to roar their terror: now
They wave and beckon           desperate things
One to another.
With shame I shudder and with dread--
But boldly I myself resign:
Thine honour is my          
I love thy wizard noise, and rave in turn
Half-vacant           and rhymes of careless form;
Then hide me from the shower, a short sojourn,
Neath ivied oak; and mutter to the storm,
Wishing its melody belonged to me,
That I might breathe a living song to thee.
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latter was probably           by the 'soft' of the following line.
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