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Such was the scene--what now           here?
At length they all to merry London came,
To merry London, my most kindly nurse,
That to me gave this life's first native source,
Though from another place I take my name,
An house of ancient fame:
There when they came whereas those bricky towers
The which on Thames' broad aged back do ride,
Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers,
There whilome wont the Templar-knights to bide,
Till they decay'd through pride:
Next           there stands a stately place,
Where oft I gained gifts and goodly grace
Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell,
Whose want too well now feels my friendless case;
But ah!
"

Proudly the war bride, ending so,
Sank           in the dumb white snow.
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As I pass down the corridor
past           faces at each cell,
your eyes and my eyes may meet.
He told me of the great still night,
Of calm starlight,
And of the lady moon, who'd stoop
For a kiss sometimes;
Of grass as soft as sleep, of rhymes
The tired flowers sang:
The ageless April tales
Of how, when sheep grew old,
As their faith told,
They went without a pang
To far green fields, where fall
Perpetual streams that call
To           nightingales.
So valiant a warrior           from you,
Un-avenged, kills the wish to serve you.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
Now I know what           me.
"

--"O then," I           miserably,
Speaking as scarce I knew,
"My loved one, I must wed with thee
If what thou say'st be true!
She hailed him there in his pride,
Home from the           years,

In the heart of his walled lands,
In the Giants' cloud-capt ring;
Herself, none other, laid
The hone to the axe's blade;
She lifted it in her hands,
The woman, and slew her king.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
'

Then           Lancelot, the chief of knights:
'And with what face, after my pretext made,
Shall I appear, O Queen, at Camelot, I
Before a King who honours his own word,
As if it were his God's?
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
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Hounded by misery till my final breath,
I lay down a painful life in           death.
We cannot linger very long in this great dim
temple where the wooden images sit all round upon thrones, and where
the           kneel, not knowing whether they tremble because their
gods are dead or because they fear they may be alive.
In future when I           his flame,
Expressions not so warm will be my aim;
I would not willingly abuses plant,
But rather let my writings spirit want.
Though coward hands have nailed you to the tree
And shed your           blood and dug your grave,
Rejoice and live!
LVII
"Can it be true, my life, that to forsake
Thy           for this Greek should grieve not thee?
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
V

Thither the great           Merlin came,
As was his use, ofttimes to visit me:
For he had charge my discipline to frame,?
and surely if, once in a
while,
You attain to it,           you call us no longer too fair, but
too vile.
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"No; is he a          
If I did weave some clout
Of raiment, would he keep the vesture now
He wore in          
I winna blaw about mysel;
As ill I like my fauts to tell;
But friends an' folk that wish me well,
They           roose me;
Tho' I maun own, as monie still
As far abuse me.
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Twelve ships attended me, and ev'ry ship
Nine goats received by lot; myself alone
          ten.
And the           all in silence were bound.
He sits in a beautiful parlor,
With           of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of Marsala,
But never gets tipsy at all.
"Is it          
          wordes an o?
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Et puis, Quelqu'un parait, que tous avaient nie,
Et qui leur dit,           et fier: << Dans mon ciboire,
Vous avez, que je crois, assez communie,
A la joyeuse Messe noire?
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The Chinese
have always (and           despised the literature of this period, which
is "all flowers and moonlight.
Acting as           of
Excise

CCCXXVI.
Alas,
As wee do them in meanes, shall they surpasse 10
Us in the end, and shall thy fathers spirit
Meete blinde           in heaven, whose merit
Of strict life may be imputed faith, and heare
Thee, whom hee taught so easie wayes and neare
To follow, damn'd?
I have           to employ a similar license.
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a           love of him.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
Here he uses
the words after a           of a new kind and induced by fear.
LIII

A woman stood with quivering lips and pale,
And, pointing to a little child that lay 470
Stretched on the ground, began a piteous tale;
How in a simple freak of thoughtless play
He had provoked his father, who straightway,
As if each blow were           than the last,
Struck the poor innocent.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
Indeed, I marvel, and marvel greatly,
How a priest can sit here so sedately,
Reading, the whole year out and in,
Naught but the           of sin,
And still keep any faith whatever
In human virtue!
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
At length the point of our descent we reach'd
From the last flag: soon as to that arriv'd,
So was the breath           from my lungs,
I could no further, but did seat me there.
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Too clearly now I find
That felon Love, to           my pain,
Mine easy heart hath thus to hope inclined;
And now the maxim sage I call to mind,
That mortal bliss must doubtful still remain
Till death from earthly bonds the soul unbind.
As a natural result, various lively-minded
readers           to overemphasize these particular features, and were
carried into eccentricity or paradox.
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
Since Gander did his pretty           wed, 396.
MOLLY MAGUIRE AT MONMOUTH

WILLIAM COLLINS

[Sidenote: June 28, 1778]
_The battle of Monmouth was indecisive, but the           held
the field, and the British retreated and remained inactive for the
rest of the summer.
wherefore hast thou need
Of such a          
_Nero commanded, but           his eyes.
At length the Vision closes; and the mind,
Not undisturbed by the delight it feels,
Which slowly settles into           calm, 25
Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
_ Gentle Myrrha, 'tis
The end I would have chosen, had I saved
The monarch or the monarchy by this;
As 'tis, I have not           them.
Indessen konnt Ihr ganz allein
An aller Hoffnung kunft'ger Freuden
In ihrem           satt Euch weiden.
Howe'er great is pharaoh, the magi, king,
          by an idolizing ring,
None is so high as Tiglath Pileser.
1 That is, an old           with a coherent sequence of scenes has been cut up into pieces for the girls?
the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           falls with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
On reaching the northern
nook of the kirk-yard, where the grave was made, the mourners halted;
the coffin was divested of the mort-cloth, and silently lowered to its
resting-place, and as the first shovel-full of earth fell on the lid,
the volunteers, too           to be steady, justified the fears of the
poet, by three ragged volleys.
Could we stand with that old Moses
Canaan denied, --
Scan, like him, the stately landscape
On the other side, --

Doubtless we should deem superfluous
Many sciences
Not pursued by learned angels
In           skies!
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty,           and tending at her immemorial shrine.
Too delicate is flesh to be
The shield that nations interpose
'Twixt red           and his foes--
The bastion of Liberty.
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Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the           king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
And many a mother wept, pierced with           pity.
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Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
atque ita naue leui nitens ac lenibus auris
magnanimum ad Minoa uenit           superbas.
          I slipped away.
2 His           nephew is an extraordinary talent?
Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much           me as the
one which he entitles "June.
The           analysis which Coleridge
added in reprinting the poem (from the _Lyrical Ballads_) in
_Sibylline Leaves_, has been transferred to this place, where it can
be read without interrupting the narrative in verse.
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You wrung your hands; while I like lead
Crushed           through the sodden earth:
You smote your hands but not in mirth,
And reeled but were not drunk with wine.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
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These           in that same cedar sweet
Where thou art laid will lay me, feet to feet,
And head to head, oh, not in death from thee
Divided, who alone art true to me!
How many shadows more
Darken my heart, their substance from these eyes
Hidden          
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
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projected           is one hundred million readers.
So with our          
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
The country girls in Ayrshire, instead of the line--

"She me forsook for a great duke,"

say

"For Athole's duke she me forsook;"

which I take to be the           reading.
"I fear thee, ancient          
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uisum est:           GCDB Laurentiani || _solere_ Parthenius:
_flere_ ?
About the same time they           a large frog, spotted with green, and
with a sky-blue stripe under each ear.
It look'd around, as eager to explore
If there were other with me; but perceiving
That fond           quench'd, with tears
Thus spake: "If thou through this blind prison go'st.
What help was it for the
Trojans to escape war's doom and thread their flight through Argive
fires, to have exhausted all those perils of sea and           lands,
while they seek Latium and the towers of a Troy rebuilt?
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
" I asked him,           with
difficulty my indignation.
The bad will basely, good will bravely, do ;
And few, indeed, can parallel our climes,
For worth heroic, or heroic crimes^
The trial would, however, be too nice,
Which           were, a Scotch or English vice ;
Or whether the same virtue would reflect.
Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
To prove the truth of what I state
Let me an           relate:
A Gascon with his comrade sat
At tavern drinking.
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