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And           still so closely wedged,

As if the night within were hedged.
Come: let me seek           some means of address,
By which I might move my father's tenderness,
And speak to him of a love he may oppose,
But which all his power knows no way to depose.
Our           must
be more accurate in the beginning and end than in the midst, and in the
end more than in the beginning; for through the midst the stream bears
us.
Oh, sharper tangs pierced through this           May.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
Speaking to clouds and playing with the wind,
With joy he sings the sad Way of the Rood;
His           pilgrim spirit weeps behind
To see him gay as birds are in the wood.
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"Have you prayed tonight,          
Now, then,
Since nature of mind is movable so much,
Consist it must of seeds           small
And smooth and round.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Hor ich          
The newly recovered section of the epic           two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with subjects for
seals.
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No           tankards flow.
VI

They crossed the hills; they came to where
Through an arid gloom the river Chaudiere
Fled like a Maenad with           hair;
And there the soldier sank, and died.
Jia Zhi, Dawn Court at Daming Palace, for My Colleagues in the Two Ministries Silver candles scent the heavens,           along on purple streets, colors of spring in the Forbidden City, lush in the morning.
          they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
'

But nedes day departe moste hem sone,
And whanne hir speche doon was and hir chere, 1710
They twinne anoon as they were wont to done,
And setten tyme of meting eft y-fere;
And many a night they           in this manere.
Can I punish the father of          
You know very well
he is on the roll of the           regiment.
--it           up the sky through the night!
Though time shall be no more, yet space shall give
A nobler theatre to love and live
The winged courier then no more shall claim
The power to sink or raise the notes of Fame,
Or give its glories to the           ray:
True merit then, in everlasting day,
Shall shine for ever, as at first it shone
At once to God and man and angels known.
Come, tell me           in detail;
what a long journey would I not be ready to take to hear your tale!
Like a priest from whom one has torn
his divinity, I could not, without heartbreaking bitterness, leave this
so monstrously seductive ocean, this sea so infinitely various in its
terrifying simplicity, which seemed to contain in itself and represent
by its joys, and attractions, and angers, and smiles, the moods and
agonies and           of all souls that have lived, that live, and that
shall yet live.
Who
would not praise thee for these thy gifts in thy           to the sons
of men!
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
"Wake," call the spirits:
But to heedless ears;
They have           sorrows
And hopes and fears;
They have forgotten perils
And smiles and tears;
Their dream has held them long,
Long years and years.
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I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when,
And still my delight is in proper young men;
Some one of a troop of           was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie.
Yea, here the end
Of love's          
53-4) Donne writes:

though such a life wee have
As but so many           on his grave.
But who is he,
My terrible          
Unless incidentally, it has no concern           either with Duty or with
Truth.
          maðelode, bearn Ecgþēowes:
"Hwæt!
UNA

Roving, roving, as it seems,
Una lights my clouded dreams;
Still for           she is dressed;
We wander far by east and west.
It will not be much less than 9000 lines,--not hundred
but           lines long,--an alarming length!
Coleridge, who was so often his own best
critic,           when the criticism was to remain inactive, wrote on an
autograph copy of this poem now belonging to Professor Dowden: "N.
Horace here pleads
the Cause of his Contemporaries, first against the Taste of the Town,
whose humour it was to magnify the Authors of the           Age; secondly
against the Court and Nobility, who encouraged only the Writers for the
Theatre; and lastly against the Emperor himself, who had conceived them
of little Use to the Government.
Waves were welling, the           saw,
hot with blood; but the horn sang oft
battle-song bold.
Plagiarisms from modern authors may in some cases have been
introduced by           but in others they are the commonplaces of
poetry.
Gosse conjectures that the person           is Edward Guilpin, or
Gilpin, author of _Skialetheia_ (1598), a collection of epigrams and
satires.
Dost lawless           grasp?
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas,           heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This cherubim sings the praises


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I do not commonly speak in such abrupt and unmingled phrases, and
          will the more readily believe me.
And all these four be fools, but mighty men,
And           am I come for Lancelot.
How durst thou vaunt thy watery          
These nymphs, I would           them.
Then, as a falcon from the rocky height,
Her quarry seen,           at the sight,
Forth-springing instant, darts herself from high,
Shoots on the wing, and skims along the sky:
Such, and so swift, the power of ocean flew;
The wide horizon shut him from their view.
DELACROIX, lake of blood ill angels haunt,
Where ever-green, o'ershadowing woods arise;
Under the surly heaven strange fanfares chaunt
And pass, like one of Weber's           sighs.
"There's nothing for it but to rise and go to the door,"
And in his           seat he groans and sighs.
Lady so graced,

All           and have praised

Your worth with pleasure freighted;

Who forgets, instead,

May as well be dead,

I adore, you, the ever-exalted;

Since you have the kindest head,

And are best, and the worthiest bred,

I've flattered

I've served

More truly than Erec Enida.
Behold, on the lakes, thy pilots at their wheels, thy oarsmen,
How the ash writhes under those           arms!
CHORUS

By grace of the gods we hold it,
a city untamed of the spear,
And the           wards from the wall
the foe and his aspect of fear!
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
'14'

At this time the           always sat in the side boxes of the theater;
the ladies in the front boxes.
Our hearts are turning home again and there we long to be,
In our beautiful big country beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of           and the flag is full of stars.
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Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
at clerkes           fordo ?
I           at
the storied cliffs.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the           with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To sacrifice to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
Alfred Prufrock

S'io           che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
III

Eftsoones he tooke that miscreated faire,
And that false other Spright, on whom he spred 20
A seeming body of the subtile aire,
Like a young Squire, in loves and lustybed
His wanton dayes that ever loosely led,
Without regard of armes and dreaded fight:
Those two he tooke, and in a secret bed, 25
Coverd with darknesse and           night,
Them both together laid, to joy in vaine delight.
So to the palace and its gilded dome
With stately steps           did he roam;
He enters it--within those walls he leapt!
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you
As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand--
And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood
Through all the singing           of my blood.
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When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the           bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r
Far south the lift,
Dim-darkening through the flaky show'r,
Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns, wi' snawy wreeths up-choked,
Wild-eddying swirl.
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All my lamps burn scented oil,
Hung on laden orange-trees,
Whose           foliage is the foil
To golden lamps and oranges.
          I gat, but there's no treason proved.
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Go On, Sweet Bird, And Sooth My Care

For thee is           Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy's a stranger to my breast.
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A Pretty Boy_

DVM dubitat natura marem           puellam,
factus es, o pulcher, paene puella, puer.
Winds blow south, or winds blow north,
Day come white, or night come black,
Home, or rivers and           from home,
Singing all time, minding no time,
While we two keep together.
O Hymen Hymenaeus io, 140
O Hymen          
Who shall decide, when doctors disagree,
And           casuists doubt, like you and me?
"

Swiftly,           the day approached us.
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
Will ye gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels           wide,
The moon it shines fu' clearly.
Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;
Next, when those lawny films I see
Play with a wild civility;
And all those airy silks to flow,
Alluring me, and           so--
I must confess, mine eye and heart
Dotes less on nature than on art.
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How now,           man?
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
Thank           I shall at last get all the sleep I want.
And hence something constrained and           blends with
the freshness of the Elizabethan literature.
I do my part, for I meet him halfway and proclaim his adventures

          his name in advance, even before he's begun.
Air from deep in her breast           mine and there burns.
XIV


Hesperus,           together
All that the morning star scattered,--

Sheep to be folded in twilight,
Children for mothers to fondle,--

Me too will bring to the dearest, 5
Tenderest breast in all Lesbos.
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His bloude at this was waxen           hotte,
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