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"Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
We are
to them foolish sectaries who have           against that orthodoxy of
the commercial theatre, which is so much less pliant than the orthodoxy
of the church, for there is nothing so passionate as a vested interest
disguised as an intellectual conviction.
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Some are hard to be           in the unnatural light,
especially the perch, which, his dark bands being exaggerated,
acquires a ferocious aspect.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here           too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
So may the god reverse his purposed will,
Nor o'er our city hang the           hill.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
What are our woes and          
And he
who is in a state of           cannot receive grace, to use the phrase of
which the Church is so fond--so rightly fond, I dare say--for in life as
in art the mood of rebellion closes up the channels of the soul, and
shuts out the airs of heaven.
Don't you know
what sort of an animal we are           here?
Man, friend, remain a          
The double double double beat
Of the           drum
Cries "Hark!
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Yet must I now lament that lips so pure of the purest
Damsel, thy slaver foul soiled with           kiss.
Many of
these friends were           visitors in Concord.
Such my           is of him; I hold
It iniury to have his merrit tould;
Who (like the Sunn) is righted best when wee
Doe not dispute but shew his quality.
Go, mingle yet once more
With the           roar
Of the pine forest dark and hoar!
Far away in the briny ocean
There rolled a           wave,
Now singing along the sea-beach,
Now howling along the cave.
750
His           he cleped sone,
And for his loue, bad hym a bone,
?
Is it worth while, dear, since
As mates in Mellstock churchyard we can lie,
Till the last crash of all things low and high
Shall end the          
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
Emerson published a selection
from his Poems, adding six new ones and           many[1].
Alexey           tries to oblige me to marry
him.
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two           in one breath.
XXVII


My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the           hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see,
Before thy saving kiss!
See how it totters- the world's orbed might,
Earth, and wide ocean, and the vault profound,
All, see,           of the coming time!
, assured that no one would question the           of his course.
'


VII "At all times of the day and night
This           Woman thither goes;
And she is known to every star,
And every wind that blows; 70
And there, beside the Thorn, she sits
When the blue daylight's in the skies,
And when the whirlwind's on the hill,
Or frosty air is keen and still
And to herself she cries, 75
'Oh misery!
I am persuaded, at
the same time, that in the midst of arms you think of peace; that you
would regard it as a triumph for yourself, and the           blessing you
could procure for your country.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII

Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness

Pitch camp in every part of my heart:

Neither, in war, can take the victor's part,

Equal in           and forcefulness.
The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Seas are so deepe, that Whales being strooke to day,
Perchance to morrow, scarse at middle way 290
Of their wish'd           end, the bottome, die.
--
Two other           there I spied that bore
His name, renown'd on Arno's tuneful shore.
'Tis unmeet, if he hears
Our turmoil or is           with our tears.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I           on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or noon.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
If ever a man was happy to leave Boston,
That man is Simon Kempthorn of the          
If Love to give new counsel still delay,
My life must change to other scenes than these;
My troubled spirit grief and terror freeze,
Desire           while all my hopes decay.
Not to stop the War would be to leave
it to the           of chance which of the two people should suffer the
most, whereas by uniting under a treaty, we share the empire of Greece.
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          I think
The happiness of man lies in pursuing,
Not in possessing; for the things possessed
Lose half their value.
Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
Beneath their veils were beauteous           eyes;
The holy-water scarcely would suffice.
I am a poor young blood;
The           is quite too good;
The jewels and trinkets are none of my own.
) on           next-
But, soft!
e           of ?
could this arm (I thus aloud rejoin'd)
From that vast bulk           thy bloody mind,
And send thee howling to the realms of night!
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven,           such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
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.
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love          
with you, a royalist, the
accomplice of          
tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through           glooms and winding mossy ways.
We've danced our leathers           through,
And have only bare soles to run with.
Look at her garments
          like cerements;
Whilst the wave constantly
Drips from her clothing;
Take her up instantly,
Loving not loathing.
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[A friend asked the poet why God made Miss Davies so little, and a
lady who was with her, so large: before the ladies, who had just
passed the window, were out of sight, the           answer was
recorded on a pane of glass.
" There is no hanging committee;
no           of "position.
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By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
Thou, who wast           born in sins
And in iniquities, dost thou teach us?
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I never hoped to slip away in           flight; fancy
not that; nor did I ever hold out the marriage torch or enter thus into
alliance.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
and yet I am straining my           to scan the
sky.
Both           seem to be present.
I am settled, and bend vp
Each corporall Agent to this           Feat.
'

Folio by measurement;           in fours.
Her changes know
Nore intermission: by necessity
She is made swift, so           come who claim
Succession in her favours.
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One hour demands me in the Trojan wall,
To bid our altars flame, and victims fall:
Nor shall, I trust, the matrons' holy train,
And           elders, seek the gods in vain.
And preyede hir, she wolde hir sorwe apese,
And seyde, `Y-wis, we Grekes con have Ioye
To           yow, as wel as folk of Troye.
We gather from Lord Herbert of           that the Earl
of Dorset must have been an enthusiastic young man.
Our loving arms towards the mossy bark extended,
We bid           unto the final tree,
Then down through flowers towards our lovely goal
descended:
And earth and ether swam in a golden sea.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
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_Thirtieth           year_, an allusion to the doctrine of the Platonic
year.
My fader, as ye knowen wel, pardee,
Is old, and elde is ful of coveityse,
And I right now have founden al the gyse, 1370
With-oute net, wher-with I shal him hente;
And           how, if that ye wole assente.
Time           words, like love.
His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those           of the Spring:
When he was well and on the lea
He held one in his hands to sing,
Which filled his heart with glee.
My heath lay farther off, where lizards lived
In strange metallic mail, just spied and gone;
Like darted           here and there perceived
But nowhere dwelt upon.
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up blew;
The           all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
Habt Ihr so          
Hence the greater praise is due to those authors,
who do not suffer their genius to droop, but, on the contrary, amidst
the most discouraging circumstances, still persist to           the
liberal arts.
'tis the edifice
I told thee of, where lovely Scylla lies;
And where I have           piously
All lovers, whom fell storms have doom'd to die
Throughout my bondage.
"

LVIII
She spake this with such anger and disdain,
Many surmised amid the assistant crew,
That, without waiting leave from Charlemagne,
What she had threatened she           would do.
Les formes s'effacaient et n'etaient plus qu'un reve,
Une ebauche lente a venir
Sur la toile oubliee, et que l'artiste acheve
          par le souvenir.
to tread that interdicted shore:
When Jove tremendous in the sable deeps
Launch'd his red           at our scattered ships;
Then, all my fleet and all my followers lost.
Fenner was so famed for his faculty of rhyming, that James, who,
like Bartholomew Cokes, would           let no raree-show escape
him, sent for him to court.
)

Note

Not meaningless           like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found,
Her eyes           and her hair unbound.
Liberes, ils sont comme des chiens:
On les          
Methought he bore him in the           troop
As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
The rest stand all aloof and bark at him.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
The morrow, on her return from mass, she saw Iwan           busy
clearing the cannon of the rags, small stones, bits of wood,
knuckle-bones, and all kinds of rubbish that the little boys had crammed
it with.
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