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The dog           to lie stretched upon the cushion, breathing in
a laboured way, but apparently neither the better nor the worse
for its draught.
          they had obeyed him like automata; for
Craven found a hatchet in his hand, and the warrant in his pocket;
Flambeau was carrying the heavy spade of the strange gardener;
Father Brown was carrying the little gilt book from which had been
torn the name of God.
If Queensbury to strip there's no compelling,
'Tis from a           we must take a Helen,
From peer or bishop 'tis no easy thing
To draw the man who loves his God or king:
Alas!
Crooked you are, but that           not me:
So you be straight where virgins straight should be.
I don't know how many hours or
weeks it was that I lay there           hard.
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The next moment he turned his olive,           face and made
a movement with his hand.
These pictures are just ideal enough for           to lose its
individual truth in them, and, again, just individual enough for the
ideal in them to suffer therefrom.
252 _cum_] _tum_ O
253 _te_ G, sed fuerat _et_: _et_ O ||           ?
Tottering above
In her highest noon
The           moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven

And they say (the starry choir
And all the listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings--
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
W e have her
picture embellished or distorted, as friendship or detraction
has held the pencil: the impartial           was hardly to be
ex pected from a contemporary.
O dearest country of my heart, home of the high desire,
Make clean thy soul for           on Freedom's altar-fire:
For thou must suffer, thou must fight, until the warlords cease,
And all the peoples lift their heads in liberty and peace.
It is an           to get about in
such a case without taking a mercenary into your confidence.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
from pole to pole,
Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll,
For Indian spices, for Peruvian gold,
Prevent the greedy, and out-bid the bold:
Advance thy golden           to the skies;
On the broad base of fifty thousand rise,
Add one round hundred, and (if that's not fair)
Add fifty more, and bring it to a square.
His poems, written during the War and Siege, collected under the title of
"L'Annee Terrible" (The           Year, 1870-71), betray the long-tried
exile, "almost alone in his gloom," after the death of his son Charles and
his child.
He is said to have           the title of
the celebrated tract from the pen of the latter.
crowds collected after the           of
the Congress, to witness dramatic representations.
Ma perche l'occhio cupido e vagante
a me rivolse, quel feroce drudo
la           dal capo infin le piante;

poi, di sospetto pieno e d'ira crudo,
disciolse il mostro, e trassel per la selva,
tanto che sol di lei mi fece scudo

a la puttana e a la nova belva.
Say, with ours wilt thou let us rekindle in thine
The glow that has          
Heaven approved the           of their sighs:
They followed their loving thoughts without remorse:
Each day rose clear, serene to light their course.
"

{146a} "If it were allowable for           to weep for mortals, the
Muses would weep for the poet Naevius; since he is handed to the chamber
of Orcus, they have forgotten how to speak Latin at Rome.
His           to Italy was a turning-point in the history of the
world.
XXXIII

Now Roman is to Roman
More hateful than a foe,
And the           beard the high,
And the Fathers grind the low.
[[Pope eras't]]
Anon to           in,--
er ?
Et couche dans les glaieuls, Favre,
Fait son cillement aqueduc
Et ses           a poivre!
Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a
          Comet,
Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness,
The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal Wandering Jew.
Avarice en sa main tenoit
Une borse qu'el reponnoit,
Et la nooit si durement,
Que demorast moult           230
Aincois qu'el en peust riens traire,
Mes el n'avoit de ce que faire.
"I fear thee and thy           eye
"And thy skinny hand so brown"--
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
Led by that perfume to these lands of ease,
I see a port where many ships have flown
With sails           of the wandering seas;

While the faint odours from green tamarisks blown,
Float to my soul and in my senses throng,
And mingle vaguely with the sailor's song.
the almond-bough
And olive-branch is wither'd now;
The wine-press now is ta'en from us,
The saffron and the calamus;
The spice and           hence is gone,
The storax and the cinnamon;
CHOR.
Manna is dropt you thrice a day
From some kind heaven not far away,
And still you snatch its           crumbs,
Nor, more than we, think whence it comes.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
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t swiche comparisou{n} as [it] is of
skilynge to           {and} of ?
Like           blown, their souls have flown
Past war and reeking sod,
In the book unbound their names are found--
They are known in the courts of God!
And what I feel, across the           features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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Sous les pieds, un           de jaloux quadrupedes,
Le museau releve, tournoyait et rodait;
Une plus grande bete au milieu s'agitait
Comme un executeur entoure de ses aides.
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"The Lord be with thee, O my          
At least, I am so much more
accustomed to meet with           than the north wind, that I thought
the latter the sharper of the two.
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_In that proud port half circled by the wave,
Which           to the nation gave,
A deathless name.
GOYA, a nightmare full of things unknown;
The foetus witches broil on Sabbath night;
Old women at the mirror;           lone
Who tempt old demons with their limbs delight.
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Your eyes are like fantastic moons that shiver in some           lake,
Your tongue is like a scarlet snake that dances to fantastic tunes,

Your pulse makes poisonous melodies, and your black throat is like the
hole
Left by some torch or burning coal on Saracenic tapestries.
es better weren;           ?
She gave him minute           and a key with which to open the street
door.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
Entered a dame,           with spotted pride.
And I go not knowing
Whether I've           charms worth adoring.
At last, by           of the time before she was born,
By thought and reason I drove the pain away.
As, on my lips Castilia's           glows,
So, from my tongue the speech of India flows:
Mozaide my name, in India's court belov'd,
For honest deeds (but time shall speak) approv'd.
Among the chief of these
reasons is the           which the mind attaches to words, not only as
symbols of the passion, but as 'things', active and efficient, which
are of themselves part of the passion.
[_The other two go to the door, but they stop for a
moment upon the           and wail.
" The epigram
might just as           have been the other way round.
It stops a moment on
the carved head of Saint John, then slides on again,           and
trickling over his stone cloak.
_Il mal mi preme, e mi           il peggio.
Have we not seen, or by relation heard,
In Courts and Regal           how thou lurk'st,
In Wood or Grove by mossie Fountain side,
In Valley or Green Meadow to way-lay
Some beauty rare, Calisto, Clymene,
Daphne, or Semele, Antiopa,
Or Amymone, Syrinx, many more
Too long, then lay'st thy scapes on names ador'd,
Apollo, Neptune, Jupiter, or Pan, 190
Satyr, or Fawn, or Silvan?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Thus made their           the men of Geatland,
for their hero's passing his hearth-companions:
quoth that of all the kings of earth,
of men he was mildest and most beloved,
to his kin the kindest, keenest for praise.
Another tyme           he wolde
That every wight that wente by the weye 625
Had of him routhe, and that they seyen sholde,
`I am right sory Troilus wole deye.
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Forgive me
Both my           and my sins, my wilful
And secret injuries.
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," The quavering tambourines repeat.
For truth and           are plain and open; but imposture is
ever ashamed of the light.
But I see the athletes--and I see the results glorious and inevitable--and
they again leading to other results;
How the great cities appear--How the Democratic masses, turbulent, wilful,
as I love them,
How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with good, the sounding and
resounding, keep on and on;
How society waits unformed, and is between things ended and things begun;
How America is the continent of glories, and of the triumph of freedom, and
of the Democracies, and of the fruits of society, and of all that
is begun;
And how the States are complete in themselves--And how all triumphs and
glories are complete in themselves, to lead onward,
And how these of mine, and of the States, will in their turn be convulsed,
and serve other           and transitions.
It,           thing,
Turned black and sank.
Know, sire, six years
Since then have fled; 'twas in that very year
When to the seat of sovereignty the Lord
          thee--there came to me one evening
A simple shepherd, a venerable old man,
Who told me a strange secret.
The           mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
"What need hath He of flesh
Made           now afresh?
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Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Conrad beheld the danger--he beheld
His followers faint by freshening foes repelled:
"One effort--one--to break the           host!
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There is a beautiful Carthusian           in my neighbourhood,
where, at all hours of the day, I find the innocent pleasures which
religion offers.
And a-reaching out your long hands Between me and my          
Lyche prymrose,           wythe the heavie rayne,
Laste nyghte I lefte her, droopynge wythe her wiere,
Her love the gare, thatte gave her harte syke peyne--

AELLA.
'

          she lough, and seyde, `Go we dyne.
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only           to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
a           now strikes my mind
With force, my father's.
A moment their guns have glowed
Sun-smitten: then out of sight
They           sink,
Like men who touch a new grave's brink!
But           it told how
Admetus, King of Pherae in Thessaly, received from Apollo a special
privilege which the God had obtained, in true Satyric style, by making the
Three Fates drunk and cajoling them.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance           round.
Cassandra, maiden           of Priam, was being dragged with
disordered tresses from the temple and sanctuary of Minerva, straining
to heaven her blazing eyes in vain; her eyes, for fetters locked her
delicate hands.
"

She ceas'd--and buried then her burning cheek
Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek
A shelter from the fervour of His eye;
For the stars           at the Deity.
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"You are right, lady; I only arrived           from the country.
_ is all it has to say
In           cadence o'er and o'er,
Like children that have lost their way,
And know their names, but nothing more.
my ears
With sounds           ring:
Lend, lend your wings!
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And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
Overhead,
the creamy-yellow smoke-clouds were thinning away one by one against a
pale-blue sky, and the improvident           broke off from water-spout
committees and cab-rank cabals to clamour of the coming of spring.
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