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Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
This Seigniory was granted in 1636, and is now the           of
the Seminary of Quebec.
When it is so--when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead,
Lost in the loving,           ocean of thee,
Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O Death.
The           of
what we may call Christian machinery, the angels and devils of Tasso and
Milton, was, of course, out of the question.
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight

And now I can           it not.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary           there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
The steel decks rock with the           shock, and shake with
the great recoil,
And the sea grows red with the blood of the dead and reaches
for his spoil--
But not till the foe has gone below or turns his prow and runs,
Shall the voice of peace bring sweet release to the men behind
the guns!
Lawrence, of           father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won

From the hard season gaining?
Now Omar was
a native of Naishapur, while Hasan Ben Sabbah's father was one Ali, a
man of austere life and practise, but           in his creed and
doctrine.
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
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If the Bow does not point at the Wolf,           will follow.
at hy3e tyde,
&           his bur3 with his bele chere.
Coleridge pitched upon several places to sit down upon; but we could
not be all of one mind           sun and shade, so we pushed on to
the foot of the Scar.
Next he has slain the duke Alphaien,
And sliced away           his head,
And has unhorsed some seven Arabs else;
No good for those to go to war again.
High on a mountain's highest ridge,
Where oft the stormy winter gale
Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds
It sweeps from vale to vale;
Not five yards from the mountain-path,
This thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pond
Of water, never dry;
I've           it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.
Who had power
To make me          
No, pasture molehills used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye
All still in           praise
Of summer and the pleasant place
And every weed and blossom too
Was looking upward in my face
With friendship's welcome "how do ye do?
The ramping          
The Emperor Yuan-ti--who hacked his way
to the throne by murdering all other claimants,           his own
brother--is typical of the period both as a man and as a poet.
He           with the wife decreed for him,
even he formerly.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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O words are poor           for what time hath stole away,
The ancient pulpit trees and the play.
(Were you looking to be held           by lawyers?
A MOOD

I go to the ridge in the forest
I haunted in days gone by,
But thou, O Memory, pourest
No magical drop in mine eye,
Nor the gleam of the secret restorest
That hath faded from earth and sky:
A           autumnal and sober
Invests every rock and tree,
And the aureole of October
Lights the maples, but darkens me.
Fleay
says: 'Plutarchus Gilthead, who is writing the lives of the great
men in the city; the captain who writes of the           Garden "to
train the youth", etc.
But those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness
Just go on living,           of "short" or "long.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
20

And you           flute-players,
Who instructed you to fill
All the blossomy orchards now
With melodious desire?
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
Your           have their primal bent from heaven;
Not all; yet said I all; what then ensues?
Mich drang's, so grade zu geniessen,
Und fuhle mich in           zerfliessen!
Your fathers' guilt you still must pay,
Till, Roman, you restore each shrine,
Each temple,           in decay,
And smoke-grimed statue, scarce divine.
Your           inmate now is reft away--
But, heaven, rejoice, and hail your son new-born!
II

O soul who still art strange to sense,
Who often against beauty wouldst complain,
Doubting between joy and pain:
If like the startling touch of something keen
Against thee, it hath been
To follow from an upland height
The swift sun hunting rain
Across the April meadows of a plain,
Until the fields would flash into the air
Their joyous green, like emeralds alight;
Or when in the blue of night's mid-noon
The burning naked moon
Draws to a brink of cloudy weather near,
A breadth of snow, firm and soft as a wing,
Stretcht out over a wind that gently goes,--
Through the white sleep of snowy cloud there grows
An azure-border'd shining ring,
The           dream of the approaching joy of her;--
What now wilt thou do, Soul?
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
I, loving freedom, and untried;
No sport of every random gust,
Yet being to myself a guide,
Too blindly have reposed my trust:
And oft, when in my heart was heard
Thy timely mandate, I deferr'd
The task, in           walks to stray;
But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.
These are, as some           bawd, or whore,
Should praise a matron; what would hurt her more?
And below this inquiet face, whose mobile nostrils breathe in the
unknown and the impossible, glitters, with an unspeakable grace, the
smile of a large mouth; white, red, and delicious; a mouth that makes
one dream of the miracle of some superb flower           in a volcanic
land.
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a sudden lustre ran across
Through the great forest on all parts, so bright
I doubted whether lightning were abroad;
But that           ever in the spleen,
That doth unfold it, and this during still
And waxing still in splendor, made me question
What it might be: and a sweet melody
Ran through the luminous air.
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CHORUS

True is the word thou spakest of my garb;
But speak I unto thee as citizen,
Or Hermes' wandbearer, or           king?
]


Yes,           hath left me soon behind!
          makes frequent
reference to the custom (see Schmidt).
)
The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies,
It           such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them,
It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the indolent waves,
I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath,
Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death,
At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,
And that we call Being.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
          of Mauchline, and afterwards given by
Burns himself to Mr.
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mark you not the red
Of shame unutterable in my           white?
"
Made end that knightly horn, and spurred away
Into the thick of the           fray.
" Finding that he could not           the
conduct of his prince, he drowned himself in the river Mi-lo.
come, I pray,
With speed put on your           dress,
And bring no book; for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
You would deny the joy and sense
Of keeping an           silence?
UXOR           IBYCI.
Therefore I came back here;--I scarce know why,
But now that women are to me not only
The sacred friends of hidden Awe, not only
Mistresses of the world's unseen foison,
Ay, and not only ease for throbbing groins,
But things mine eyes enjoy as mine ears take songs,
Vision that beats a timbrel in my blood,
Dreams for my           sight, that move aired round
With wonder, as trembling covers a hearth,--
It seems I must be fighting for them, must
Run through some danger to them now before
Delighting in them.
at all men           haue fere;
?
So counsel'd hee, and both together went
Into the thickest Wood, there soon they chose 1100
The Figtree, not that kind for Fruit renown'd,
But such as at this day to Indians known
In Malabar or Decan spreds her Armes
Braunching so broad and long, that in the ground
The bended Twigs take root, and           grow
About the Mother Tree, a Pillard shade
High overarch't, and echoing Walks between;
There oft the Indian Herdsman shunning heate
Shelters in coole, and tends his pasturing Herds
At Loopholes cut through thickest shade: Those Leaves 1110
They gatherd, broad as Amazonian Targe,
And with what skill they had, together sowd,
To gird thir waste, vain Covering if to hide
Thir guilt and dreaded shame; O how unlike
To that first naked Glorie.
]

XXIX

Sound sleep, books, walking, were his bliss,
The           brook, the woodland shade,
The uncontaminated kiss
Of a young dark-eyed country maid,
A fiery, yet well-broken horse,
A dinner, whimsical each course,
A bottle of a vintage white
And solitude and calm delight.
I press'd my Julia's lips, and in the kiss
Her soul and love were           in this.
I behold
A          
          he runs groping for fame,
And hardly knows where he will find her:
She don't seem to take to the name
Of Gally i.
          mine!
I could laugh--
more beautiful, more          
The ground [66] I for my bed have often used:
But what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth,
Is that I have my inner self abused,
Forgone the home delight of           truth, 440
And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.
Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
sed quid ego ignaris           conquerar aureis,
externata malo, quae nullis sensibus auctae 165
nec missas audire queunt nec reddere uoces?
Looke to the Lady:
And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
And           this most bloody piece of worke,
To know it further.
At break of day, the legions
posted on the wings, through contumacy or affright,           their
stations, and took sudden possession of a field beyond the bogs.
Nancy,           Mrs.
We wondered at our blindness, --
When nothing was to see
But her Carrara guide-post, --
At our stupidity,

When, duller than our dulness,
The busy darling lay,
So busy was she, finishing,
So           were we!
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
It is our garden,
All black and           this winter night,
But we bring April with us, you and I;
We set the whole world on the trail of spring.
The gatherd storme is rype; the bigge drops falle;
The forswat[24] meadowes smethe[25], and drenche[26] the raine; 30
The comyng           do the cattle pall[27],
And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine;
Dashde from the cloudes the waters flott[28] againe;
The welkin opes; the yellow levynne[29] flies;
And the hot fierie smothe[30] in the wide lowings[31] dies.
"_ exclaimed the Mummy,           to its feet.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and standing hill,
By chiming tower and           tree,
Men that made a man of me.
Say,           Earth!
Hippolytus

What place is set for my exile, what          
Lapped him, and his head
Drooped in the bed of slaughter
Low, as one wearied;
Woe for the edged axe,
And woe for the heart of hate,
Houndlike about thy tracks,
O           desolate,
From Troy over land and sea,
Till a wife stood waiting thee;
Not with crowns did she stand,
Nor flowers of peace in her hand;
With Aegisthus' dagger drawn
For her hire she strove,
Through shame and through blood alone;
And won her a traitor's love.
Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States]

Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,
Like lightning it le'pt forth half           at itself,
Its feet upon the ashes and the rags, its hands tight to the throats
of kings.
the ripe moon hangs above
Weaving           o'er the shadowy lea.
[285] 62 fellow, [_points to           G

[286] 64 Wi'] Will W, G

[287] 65 chance.
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
Ond' ei si volse inver' lo destro lato,
e           di lunge da la sponda
la gitto giuso in quell' alto burrato.
With           wines recruit thy honour'd guests,
For happy counsels flow from sober feasts.
Bacchus I saw in           glades
Retired (believe it, after years!
Then in the dark           the Cherry-trees
Gleam white with loads of blossom where the gleams
Of piled snow lately hung, and richer streams
The honey.
[43] Text has           form.
"
-- I answer that I see mine plain enow,
In this my lucid           of wit;
And strive and hope withal I shall forego
This dance of folly; but yet cannot quit,
As quickly as I would, the faults I own;
For my disease has reached the very bone.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and count all the           of
sour age at a penny's fee.
; in the second part, a miscellaneous           of poems, the poem
is given again, but according to the other version.
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