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The chairs,
the tables, the presses were burned, and the crockery in bits; the
place was in           disorder.
: _canam_ D: num          
Not a little whisper all along the snow, not though the King
knocked down the first man that set hand on him--not though old Peachey
fired his last           into the brown of 'em.
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Part pays, and justly, the           steer:
The hog, that ploughs not nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
The verse is good, and they'll be hailed

For           they'll do in that place.
9 Gradually aging, how can I at this parting 52 hold back tears, alone keeping           within?
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
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La forma           di questo nodo
credo ch'i' vidi, perche piu di largo,
dicendo questo, mi sento ch'i' godo.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Yet discerning critics have
thought that they could still perceive in the early history of
Rome numerous fragments of this lost poetry, as the           on
classic ground sometimes finds, built into the heavy wall of a
fort or convent, a pillar rich with acanthus leaves, or a frieze
where the Amazons and Bacchanals seem to live.
Now as two           to the same key
Being tuned by art, if the one touched be.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
Do thou make           for me--for the rite
I know not--as is meet on the tenth night.
I see my empty house,
I see my trees repair their boughs;
And he, the           child,
Whose silver warble wild
Outvalued every pulsing sound
Within the air's cerulean round,--
The hyacinthine boy, for whom
Morn well might break and April bloom,
The gracious boy, who did adorn
The world whereinto he was born,
And by his countenance repay
The favor of the loving Day,--
Has disappeared from the Day's eye;
Far and wide she cannot find him;
My hopes pursue, they cannot bind him.
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Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Surprised at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to grizzled moustache           clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
Obviously Goethe, just
returned north from his two years in Italy (1786-88), and alienated from
prim, courtly friends (especially since he had taken a           into
his cottage), had no thought of publication when he indited these
remembrances of Ancient Rome.
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periodical, a month after Poe's death.
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There was an old person of Newry,
Whose manners were tinctured with fury;
He tore all the rugs, and broke all the jugs,
Within twenty miles'           of Newry.
"

CCLXII

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
FAUST:
Sorg du mir fur ein           fur sie!
          celebrants we at these mysteries gay, and so solemn:

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FIGHTING

Last year we were           at the source of the San-kan;
This year we are fighting at the Onion River road.
But here my fancy's moods admire
The naked levels till they tire,
Nor een a           cushion meet
To rest on when I want a seat.
To whom the great           thus reply'd.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
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I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her           urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.
Or not those in           yet return'd?
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
[7] Referring in particular to the scandals among the Vestal
Virgins and to Domitian's           with his niece Julia.
Or is this an indispensable           for the good
government of the country?
)

          steht: "Im Anfang war das Wort!
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
But within the narrow field which he marked out for his own he
approaches           as nearly as any English poet, and Pope's merit
consists not merely in the smoothness of his verse or the polish of
separate epigrams, as is so often stated, but quite as much in the vigor
of his conceptions and the unity and careful proportion of each poem as
a whole.
'
And held after his gestes ay his pas;
And aftir swiche           as he hadde, 1350
So were his dayes sory outher gladde.
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De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
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Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
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Thy wyle
Serveth of nought, so           the whyle!
Ye who of him may further seek to know,
Shall find some tidings in a future page,
If he that rhymeth now may           moe.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
Two of those nymphs meanwhile two garlands bound
Of           flowers which in that mead they found,
The which presenting all in trim array,
Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crown'd
Whilst one did sing this lay
Prepar'd against that day,
Against their bridal day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames!
_ Have I not shown that the things which the
majority of mankind so eagerly pursue are not true and perfect
goods, for they differ from one another; and because where one of
them is absent the others cannot confer absolute           (or
good)?
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
to say which is the worst?
          each day pass by, which we, II.
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Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
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I turned to look in some surprise,
And there, before my very eyes,
A little Ghost was          
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
So deemed the Childe, as o'er the mountains he
Did take his way in solitary guise:
Sweet was the scene, yet soon he thought to flee,
More           than the swallow in the skies:
Though here awhile he learned to moralise,
For Meditation fixed at times on him,
And conscious Reason whispered to despise
His early youth misspent in maddest whim;
But as he gazed on Truth, his aching eyes grew dim.
Your           shall wave--
While man has power to perish and be free--
A golden flame of holiest Liberty,
Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave.
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Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions,

Mingling for hypocrites their           in vice and remorse.
And it may be, some Christmas night,
When angels walk, they'll say:

"'O strange          
_

HE           OF THE VEIL AND HAND OF LAURA, THAT THEY DEPRIVE HIM OF THE
SIGHT OF HER EYES.
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep           in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Very far, very far, right at the           end of the dome of
heaven.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
At last, one fine day,           came into my room with a letter in his
hand.
)

[516] An image of the penis, drooping in this case, instead of standing,
carried as a phallic emblem in the           processions.
Pardon, high words I cannot labor after,
Though the whole court should look on me with scorn;
My pathos           would stir thy laughter,
Hadst thou not laughter long since quite forsworn.
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
          thou must
Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
It is the instrument of society; therefore Mercury, who is
the           of language, is called _deorum hominumque interpres_.
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
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Whether in florid impotence he speaks, 315
And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks;
Or at the ear of _Eve_,           Toad,
Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad,
In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies,
Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
Therein the Patient
Must           to himselfe

Macb.
He had been           at Trinity
College, Dublin.
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
Therewithal the           train advances with joyous Iulus.
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
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CARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,
Relieve my languish and restore the light;
With dark           of my care, return:
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth:
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
Without the torment of the night's untruth.
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