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" When he
first heard that the horse had come home without his master, and without
his master's saddle-bags, and all bloody from a pistol-shot, that had
gone clean through and through the poor animal's chest without quite
killing him; when he heard all this, he turned as pale as if the missing
man had been his own dear brother or father, and           and shook all
over as if he had had a fit of the ague.
'449'

"The latest           folly is the test, or the proof, of a quick,
up-to-date wit.
18 Detained on Parting by the Two           of the Chancellery Jia [Zhi] and Yan [Wu] and the Rectifiers of Omissions of Both Ministries (I got the rhyme yun) I must go to my fields and gardens awhile, the warhorse regrets leaving the herd.
Kidurkazal,           of Ninkasi, 145.
_

HE AWAKES TO A CONVICTION OF THE NEAR           OF DEATH.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
A virtue, like allay, so gone
          your form, as though that move,
And draw, and conquer all men's love,
This subjects you to love of one,

Wherein you triumph yet: because
'Tis of yourself, and that you use
The noblest freedom, not to choose
Against or faith, or honour's laws.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the           briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
[59]           by Koeppel, p.
The first line of the
new tablet           to Tablet I, Col.
Winding its dark-green wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens           the shade;
While in soft gloom the scattering bowers recede,
Green dewy lights adorn the freshened mead, 1815.
The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their           were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
"While to the shore the rapid vessel flies,
Our swift approach the Siren choir descries;
Celestial music warbles from their tongue,
And thus the sweet           tune the song:

"'Oh stay, O pride of Greece!
Where is your          
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Here, where arising from the sea
Stands Venus, lay the load at last,
Links, crowbars, and artillery,
          all doors that dared be fast.
enne,
1384 "For by a-corde of           3e craue hit as your awen.
'Many disused persons can mutter out some honest           in secret.
"

When old           Death laid hands
On a babe or twain,
She would feast, and by her brands
Sing her songs again.
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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.
Gaze upon the rolling deep
(Fish is           and cheap);
As the sea, my love is deep!
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet           inward joy.
e, employ them          
' We are told also by his
sister--and there is no incongruity in the two accounts--that he
early           a taste for 'preheminence and would preside over his
playmates as their master and they his hired servants.
The snow is fled: the trees their leaves put on,
The fields their green:
Earth owns the change, and rivers           run.
Jack brought the couple           to meet.
Act I Scene IV (Phaedra, Oenone, Panope)

Panope

I wished to hide the           news from you,
My lady: but now I must reveal it to you.
He thrust from him
Prelates, boyars, and Patriarch; in vain
Prostrate they fall; the splendour of the throne
          him.
The sharp sides of the peaks are finger'd white
With flame, lit by the fires of God beyond;
The rest is night; the whole people of dark hills
A front of high           doom.
He can laugh and weep, he
can discuss the           of all things, and even inquire into the
nature of those very atoms!
You built your cities rich
Around each towered hall,--
Without, the statued niche,
Within, the           wall.
5
It           me, to thinke on 'hem.
VI

Of course Tattiana was annoyed
By such allusions scandalous,
Yet was her inmost soul o'erjoyed
With           marvellous,
As in her heart the thought sank home,
I am in love, my hour hath come!
--Ah, thy shoulders urging shape
Of           into thy hair's pouring gleam!
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou sacrifice          
Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends
On an ancient           right.
It may only be
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Our           two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into           & ornamented it with wondrous art
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Robert _the Good_, as he was in some
respects           called, was, for his age, a well-instructed man,
and, for a king, a prodigy.
The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And           are best.
quare illud satis est, si nobis is datur unis
quem lapide illa diem           notat.
Your book will be the standard of Scots songs for
the future: let this idea ever keep your           on the alarm.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
Tapestries were hung on
the walls, and willing hands           the banquet.
enne,
[F] "Bernlak de           I hat in ?
"A           warriors have died on my account on the banks of
the Scamander.
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'Francois Villon'
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern (p329, 1902)
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How vast the foe's, the Lusian fleet how few!
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Dubartas, as
translated by Sylvester, says he'll

"not believe that the great architect
With all these fires the           arches decked
Only for show, and with these glistering shields,
T' awake poor shepherds, watching in the fields.
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no           flee I.
Each day I hope that this my latest eve
Shall part from my quick clay the sad salt waves,
And leave me in last sleep on some cold hill;
So many           man beneath the moon
Ne'er bore as I have borne; this know the woods
Through which I wander lonely day and night.
"What           my Ivan Kouzmitch to-day to drill his troops so long?
Now that he had gained the           of Cologne, Civilis 66
determined to win over the neighbouring communities or to declare war
in case of opposition.
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on           feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules,
Of all beau-kind the best           fools!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
In its
strength I have overcome evil customs           I have gone, and have
passed through Pagan lands and clashed with Pagan hordes and broken them
down everywhere.
Their times in his           booke of fate
Are written sure, and have their certaine date.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all,
And art           with a damned pack
To make a loathsome abject scorn of me;
But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes
That would behold in me this shameful sport.
for no more in empty word,
But in sheer sooth, the world is          
Venian ver' noi, e           gridava:
< esser alcun di nostra terra prava>>.
Why with           too deep
O'ertask a mind of mortal frame?
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I will have shown, in the Poem below, more than a sketch, a 'state' which yet does not entirely break with tradition; will have           its presentation in many ways too, without offending anyone; sufficing to open a few eyes (This applies to the 1897 printing specifically: translator's note).
If plagues or           break not Heav'n's design, 155
Why then a Borgia, or a Catiline?
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit,
His only visitants a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the           sand-piper;
And on these barren rocks, with juniper,
And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er,
Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
And lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis
Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty still more beauteous.
Wherefore I hope that e'en in heaven she mourns
My heavy anguish, and on me the while
Her sweet face eloquent of pity turns,
And that when shuffled off this mortal coil,
Her way to me with that fair band she'll wend,
True           of Christ and virtue's friend.
I cannot           it, but I will convey it to you by hints.
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
Is thy Master          
I do my part, for I meet him halfway and           his adventures

Praising his name in advance, even before he's begun.
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
And I wonder how they should have been          
War, goare-faced war, bie envie burld[205], arist[206], 210
Hys feerie heaulme[207]           to the ayre,
Tenne bloddie arrowes ynne hys streynynge fyste--

* * * * *

[Footnote 1: Of old, formerly.
I doubt if there could be
another           event comparable in large value and in long
consequences to this closer association.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
True, so wee sal doe best to lyncke the chayne,
And alle attenes[134] the spreddynge           bynde.
Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
qui desponsa tua firmes conubia flamma,
quae           uiri, pepigerunt ante parentes,
nec iunxere prius quam se tuus extulit ardor.
At even-tide reaching the cultur'd coast
Of Ithaca, they left me bound on board
With tackle of the bark, and           ship
Themselves, made hasty supper on the shore.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
[Adnotatio 1: Extat epigramma siue _uersus domini           de
Campexanis de Vicencia de resurrectione Catulli poetae Veronensis_

Ad patriam uenio longis de finibus exul,
causa mei reditus compatriota fuit.
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refund.
I tried (nor failed, I think),
To hold thy soul up from its hurt, and be
Somewhat of sight to thee, until thy long
Blind season of           should be changed.
that couldst so soon prevent

Those trains by youth against thee meant ;

Tears (wateiy shot that pierce the mind,) ^w

And sighs (love's cannon chai'ged with wind ;)

True praise (that breaks through all defence,)

And feigned complying innocence ;

But knowing where this ambush lay,

She 'scaped the safe, but           way.
Your hand's owre light to them, I fear;
Your factors, grieves, trustees, and bailies,
I canna say but they do gaylies;
They lay aside a' tender mercies,
An' tirl the           to the birses;
Yet while they're only poind't and herriet,
They'll keep their stubborn Highland spirit:
But smash them!
Meanwhile we had arriv'd
Far as the mountain's foot, and there the rock
Found of so steep ascent, that           steps
To climb it had been vain.
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed           are dear.
How long ago,
And on what pilgrimage and journey far Was lost this land           ?
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