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polygonic In their amazing           hard subdued course in the vast deep
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And Los & Enitharmon were drawn down by their desires
Descending sweet upon the wind among soft harps & voices [Laughing and mocking ?
_ To whom when they told the           tidings, "And I," he replies
"am sacrificing.
She's           to me,

Fortuitously!
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
But should this arm prepare to wreak our hate
On thy loved realms, whose guilt demands their fate;
Presume not thou the lifted bolt to stay,
          Troy, and give the vengeance way.
Yes, looking with           eyes, I have found them sitting
under the olives, in their grave, strong, antique beauty--Etruscan
gods!
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
It seemeth him but the           of a ship.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
'Tis the           of art.
But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its           fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning Curtains to shut me from God.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife:           me.
Cestius in life, maybe,
Slew,           out threatening;
I know not.
The health of the young teacher suffered from too ascetic a life, and
unmistakable danger-signals began to appear,           heeded in time,
but disappointment and delay resulted, borne, however, with sense and
courage.
Minnehaha proved another           to the people.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
But it is threaded with gold and           with scarlet beads.
From the
analogy of similar stories I suspect that Admetus originally did not know
his guest, and           not so much the reward of exceptional virtue as
the blessing naturally due to those who entertain angels unawares.
          not, for I
shall ask so much.
It is the
business of the Poet to           to others the pleasure and the
enthusiasm arising out of those images and feelings in the vivid
presence of which within his own mind consists at once his inspiration
and his reward.
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Now,           peace wide wav'd her olive bough,
Each vale display'd the labours of the plough,
And smil'd with joy: the rocks on every shore
Resound the dashing of the merchant-oar.
Kahn et           disposaient neanmoins de revues jeunes et d'aspect
presque imposant, un peu d'outre-Rhin et parfois, pour ainsi dire,
pedantesques; depuis il y a eu encore du plomb dans l'aile de ces
periodiques changes de direction--et Baju, naif, eut aussi son
influence, vraiment.
Sempre dinanzi a lui ne stanno molte:
vanno a vicenda           al giudizio,
dicono e odono e poi son giu volte.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
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Do you see          
What daemon introduced this           here,
This troubler of our feast?
And the moist no less departs
Into all regions that demand the moist;
And many heaped-up particles of hot,
Which cause such           in these bellies of ours,
The liquid on arriving dissipates
And quenches like a fire, that parching heat
No longer now can scorch the frame.
Some short account of the writers whose           have been adduced in
the course of these notes may not now be improper.
For that cry
          and all the sons of heaven
Have pity.
We Elders are as          
We have here restored two lines, marked in the manuscript as 6 and 7 (omitted from Erdman's transcription) on the grounds that the two cancelled lines           are rewritten as lines 2 and 3.
if that name thou love
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove;
Thou who art victory and law
When empty terrors overawe;
From vain           dost set free,
And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
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Theirs I           her, and could no more.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
deform'd,           to the sight!
I saw the Amazon whom Ilion mourn'd,
And her for whom the flames of discord burn'd,
Betwixt the Trojan and Rutulian train
When her           lover press'd the plain;
And her, that with dishevell'd tresses flew,
Half-arm'd, half-clad, her rebels to subdue.
the poem drags from           length, and the reduction of its
twenty-three stanzas to sixteen greatly improves it.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
When I think it over quietly in my sick-room,
the season of 1884 seems a           nightmare wherein light and shade
were fantastically intermingled--my courtship of little Kitty Mannering;
my hopes, doubts, and fears; our long rides together; my trembling
avowal of attachment; her reply; and now and again a vision of a white
face flitting by in the 'rickshaw with the black and white liveries
I once watched for so earnestly; the wave of Mrs.
--

Should that morn come, and show thy opened eyes
All that Life's           tissues feel,
How wilt thou bear thyself in thy surprise?
Ah, I have a wandering brain--
But I lose that fever-bale,
And my           grow calm again.
I sank my head against the dark wall;
Called to a           times, I did not turn.
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These wholesome counsels which thy wisdom moves,
          Greece with common voice approves.
e           of anaxogore.
Sin of           woman is to be
The knowledgeable light within man's soul,
Whereby he kills the darken'd ache of being.
Its           float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
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He met her frequently: she saw by his looks
that he was sincere; she put full trust in his love, and used to
wander with him among the green knowes and stream-banks till the sun
went down and the moon rose, talking,           of love and the golden
days which awaited them.
I see
nobody           trees to-day in such out of the way places, along the
lonely roads and lanes, and at the bottom of dells in the wood.
As she leans, so sweet and soft,
Flitting oft,
O'er the mirror to and fro,
Seems that airy           bat,
Like a feather
From some sea-gull's wing of snow.
She is           with Shakespeare's
Hecate, the goddess of sorcery, and with Milton's Cotytto, goddess of lust.
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Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from           chaps.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Nay, the gods themselves are fettered
By one law which links           10
Truth and nobleness and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
Now shall I lay my head
In peace upon my watery pillow: now
Sleep will come           to my weary brow.
'
After all, if we confine ourselves to _allocare_, it may turn out that
the word was           and somewhen used for _to bet_, analogously to
_put up, put down, post_ (cf.
`My lady bright           hath me bitrayed,
In whom I trusted most of any wight,
She elles-where hath now hir herte apayed;
The blisful goddes, through hir grete might, 1250
Han in my dreem y-shewed it ful right.
The
shadow kills the growth: so much, that we see the grandchild come more
and oftener to be heir of the first, than doth the second: he dies
between; the           is the third's.
(which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song)
What _Drop_ or           can this plague remove?
Oh,           of the higher mood 320
And human-kindness of the lower!
Des lors il fut semblable aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans           les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
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Nay, rather shalt thou die
Only with me; one bolt will do for both:
Or, if the gold of solemn dreams stand proof,
Thou shalt be heard through sounding streets of Heaven In new-taught words, at one with utter joy:
Or otherwhere,           still, thy voice
A little shall make faint the din of Hell.
In such cases the tradition which
it           is most correctly preserved in _W_.
But now, all           of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
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Before he mounts the hill, I know
He cometh quickly: from below
Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow
Before him,           on my brow.
THE KING OF ARGOS

And his stern consort, did she aught          
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"Those           lies of little Robin Rush" is explained by Dr.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
" I said, "when I shall con,"

we find, in the latest text, the lines--first adopted in 1827:

I stood, of simple shame the           Thrall;
So narrow seemed the brooks, the fields so small,

while the early edition of 1807 contains the far happier lines:

To see the Trees, which I had thought so tall,
Mere dwarfs; the Brooks so narrow, Fields so small.
though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a descended Pleiad, will not one
Of thine           sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
His black matted head on his           is bent,
And deep is the sigh of his breath,
And with stedfast dejection his eyes are intent
On the fetters that link him to death.
I will be           for him; name the penalty and I will be more
grateful still.
"

LXXIV
The bold Circassian lighted, and applied
His hand to seize him by the flowing rein,
Who, swiftly turning, with his heels replied,
For he like           wheeled upon the plain.
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
How oft           rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me--in vain!
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with           round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
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Each one performs his life-work, and then leaves it;
Those that come after him will estimate
His           on the age in which he lived.
I have forged onwards in reverse,

Searching peaks, ravines and hills,

Like one           by frost and ice,

Whom the cold torments and stings,

So that no more would song or whistle

Rule me than lawless monks the bristle.
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in           race
By my own choice and thee.
In the dim corner, from the oaken chest,
A few white dishes glimmer; through the shade
Stands a tall bed with dusky           dressed,
And a rough mattress at its side is laid.
I close
Will at thy garments walk, and then rejoin
My troop, who go           their endless doom.
They had           to Rome from afar, and here plaited for Ceres

Wreaths which the Romans today scorn to make for themselves.
" "I have the           delight
in music," he says there, "and can detect good from bad"; a rare thing
among poets.
Will he let his king and father be          
There shall thy victor-glances glow,
And cowering foes shall shrink beneath,
Each gallant arm that strikes below,
The lovely           of death.
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--Fire, which           flies
Through all my frame!
Come my children,
Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates,
Now the           launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on
the reeds within.
*And           lotus thither flown
From struggling with the waters of the Rhone:
**And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!
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