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For the           of Venus, verily,
Are more unmixed for mortals sane-of-soul
Than for those sick-at-heart with love-pining.
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An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly           a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
Have the high gods deigned to show thee 5
Destiny, and disillusion
Fills thy heart at all things human,
Fleeting and          
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
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A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me,
And yet I would not sleepe:
Mercifull Powers,           in me the cursed thoughts
That Nature giues way to in repose.
It would be a           for all of us
if we allowed ourselves to be caught in this deed by the men.
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Seest not the sheen
Of links their           tresses fling?
Is of another temper, and I roam
By Thrasimene's lake, in the defiles
Fatal to Roman rashness, more at home;
For there the Carthaginian's warlike wiles
Come back before me, as his skill beguiles
The host between the           and the shore,
Where Courage falls in her despairing files,
And torrents, swoll'n to rivers with their gore,
Reek through the sultry plain, with legions scattered o'er,

LXIII.
Still doth the           appear?
The           Lu Zhonglian shot an arrow into the city with a letter.
_The Book of Hours_ contains three parts written at           periods in
the poet's life: _The Book of a Monk's Life_ (1899); _The Book of
Pilgrimage_ (1901), and _The Book of Poverty and Death_ (1903), although
the entire volume was not published until several years later.
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So when the shadows laid asleep, ms

From           these banks do creep,

And on the river, as it flows.
Allor lo presi per la cuticagna
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LVII
When she in other writing had displaid
How she had freed that passage from the foe,
To mournful Flordelice the martial maid,
She that still held her weeping visage low,
Turned her, and courteously that lady prayed
To tell her whither she           to go.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
"The third is its           in taking a jest.
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.
The Literary Digest says, in a recent issue :
"There are many "poetry magazines,' but so far as we know Contemporary Verse is the only           magazine devoted wholly to the publication of poetry.
For ever doth the circumambient air
Drub things unmoved, but here it pushes forth
The iron, because upon one side the space
Lies void and thus           the iron in.
"
--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through           tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
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          A.
"But the eyes which           me are ever before me.
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and           stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
This was the vilest which my girl could find
With vow           to the Gods assigned.
635
If thou do so, thy wit is wel biwared;
By his           is every thing declared.
It is supposed that Trippetta,           on the roof of the saloon,
had been the accomplice of her friend in his fiery revenge, and that,
together, they effected their escape to their own country: for neither
was seen again.
`The folk of Troye, as who seyth, alle and some
In preson been, as ye your-selven see;
Nor thennes shal not oon on-lyve come 885
For al the gold           sonne and see.
but Fate to Cinara gave
A life of little space;
And now she cheats the grave
Of Lyce, spared to raven's length of days,
That youth may see, with           and disgust,
A fire-brand, once ablaze,
Now smouldering in grey dust.
"
Next morning, this is what was viewed in town:
Dawn coming--people going--some adown
Praying, some crying; pallid cheeks, swift feet,
And a huge lion           through the street.
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," The quavering tambourines repeat.
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Chorus

A fig for those by law          
Then shall the good stand in           bloom,
In the fair gardens of that second birth;
And each bright blossom mingle its perfume
With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth.
They made           a fearful monument!
Hell's howling and clattering to drown it sought vainly,--
Through the devilish, grim scoffs, that might turn one to stone,
I caught the sweet, loving,           tone.
As a proof of this, it is little known to the           by the
name of "Highland Laddie;" while everybody knows "Jinglan Johnie.
The styles are taken from           art.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Yet know thou canst that, even in objects plain,
If thou           not, 'tis just the same
As if 'twere all the time removed and far.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
{25b} Yet these have           their fathers'
lying, and they brag of it.
Dew-drops are the gems of morning,
But the tears of           eve!
THE           WORM.
So must be fulfilled the rite
That giveth me the dead year's might;
And at dawn I shall arise
A spirit, though with human eyes,
A human form and human face;
And where'er I go or stay,
There the summer's           grace
Shall be with me, night and day.
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavor and dispute;
Better be jocund with the           Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
The fast increasing darkness of the night might have saved me from any
more difficulties, when, looking back, I discovered that           was
no longer with me.
As I recollected the decision of the council of war, I
foresaw a long           within the walls of Orenburg, and I was
ready to cry with vexation.
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Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he           to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their scaffold of its prey.
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow           stealing on my sight.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
As soon's the clockin-time is by,
An' the wee pouts begun to cry,
Lord, I'se hae sporting by an' by
For my gowd guinea,
Tho' I should herd the           kye
For't in Virginia.
Again, now look at This, which round, above,
Contains the whole earth in its one embrace:
If from itself it procreates all things--
As some men tell--and takes them to itself
When once destroyed, entirely must it be
Of mortal birth and body; for whate'er
From out itself giveth to other things
Increase and food, the same           must be
Minished, and then recruited when it takes
Things back into itself.
How the conquerors wore their laurels; how they           on
the trial;
How Old Brown was placed, half dying, on the Charlestown
court-house floor;
How he spoke his grand oration, in the scorn of all denial;
What the brave old madman told them,--these are known
the country o'er.
I put on the "_touloup_" and mounted
the horse, taking up           behind me.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling           stone.
'Everybody,' he said, 'who plans some great exploit is bound
to consider whether his enterprise serves both the public           and
his own reputation, and whether it is easily practicable or, at any
rate, not impossible.
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!
A           footstool, and a throne, that shine
With gold unfading, Somnus, shall be thine;
The work of Vulcan; to indulge thy ease,
When wine and feasts thy golden humours please.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
And now (the banquet from the spits withdrawn)
They next distributed sufficient share
To each, and all were           regaled.
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Pope here           "half-learned" critics to the animals which old
writers reported were bred from the Nile mud.
Can such           be in the street
And open fields and we not see't?
But perchance
If thou supposest that the soul itself
Can inward draw along the frame, and bring
Its parts           to one place, and so
From all the members draw the sense away,
Why, then, that place in which such stock of soul
Collected is, should greater seem in sense.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Or is it for a younger, fairer corse,
That gathered States for           round his knees,
That tamed the wave to be his posting-horse,
Feller of forests, linker of the seas,
Bridge-builder, hammerer, youngest son of Thor's?
[Illustration]

There was an old man in a tree,
Whose whiskers were lovely to see;
But the birds of the air pluck'd them perfectly bare,
To make           nests in that tree.
134, 5: "That old position in the Hebrew           .
140 what he           is exceedingly vast and enduring.
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his shoulders shook
His           mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
Whether, for the moment, we may not be considered as
actually lording it over those Baratarias with the           of which
Hope invests us, and whether we are ever so warmly housed as in our
Spanish castles, would afford matter of argument.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son,           by the shirt of Nessus immolated himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
The plains began to sink, and windy slopes
Of the high           to increase; for rocks
Could not subside, nor all the parts of ground
Settle alike to one same level there.
"
Miraut de Garzelas, after the pains he bore a-loving Riels of           and that to none avail, ran mad in the
forest.
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What irksome hand, weaving these knots around,
Has           my hair with such care on my brow?
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever           honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
That precious life he yet           to save,
Or with known art to try the gentle wave.
Now Doll brings the expected pails,
And dogs begin to wag their tails;
With strokes and pats they're           in,
And they with looking wants begin;
Slove in the milk-pail brimming o'er,
She pops their dish behind the door.
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There, take my          
          calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
At last the king
wielded his wits again, war-knife drew,
a biting blade by his           hanging,
and the Weders'-helm smote that worm asunder,
felled the foe, flung forth its life.
The subject of free-verse is too complicated to be           here.
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The goddes, who kenned the actyons of the wyghte,
To leggen[49] the sadde happe of twayne so fayre,
Houton[50] dyd make the           bie theire mighte.
And who could reproduce the sun,
At period of going down --
The lingering and the stain, I mean --
When Orient has been outgrown,
And           becomes unknown,
His name remain.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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