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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.
E come 'l volger del ciel de la luna
cuopre e           i liti sanza posa,
cosi fa di Fiorenza la Fortuna:

per che non dee parer mirabil cosa
cio ch'io diro de li alti Fiorentini
onde e la fama nel tempo nascosa.
'Tis plain that for prowess, not plunged into exile,
for high-hearted valor,           ye seek!
"

Then he cried aloud, "Who dwells in this place,           with me to
hold?
Varus, are your trees in          
He grips the tankard of brown ale
That spills a           foam:
Oft-times he drinks, they say, and winks
At drunk men lurching home.
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Even yet, however, he was not completely satisfied and from time to time
he added a touch to his work until he finally           the finished
picture which we know as 'The Rape of the Lock'.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Wir legen nur ein gultig Zeugnis nieder,
Dass ihres Ehherrn           Glieder
In Padua an heil'ger Statte ruhn.
Now bless'd in heaven as then alone on earth;
Wretched and lonely thou hast left me here,
Fond lingering by the scenes, with sorrows drown'd,
To thee which           I still revere.
pour tout et mieux dire, dans
les tiroirs fermes d'un absent, voici _le livre des poesies completes
d'Arthur Rimbaud_, avec ses additions           a mon avis et ses
deplorables mutilations irreparables a jamais, il faut le craindre.
Fate and Venus are satisfied, in that the Trojans have touched
our           Ausonian fields.
A PAUSE OF THOUGHT


I looked for that which is not, nor can be,
And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth:
But years must pass before a hope of youth
Is           utterly.
FOR Alibech great           was prepared,
When, through simplicity, the girl declared,
To those around, without the least restraint,
How she had acted to be made a saint.
I stood in the porch and heard how the deacon
cried out:--Grishka           is anathema!
O that some minstrel's harp were near
To utter notes of gladness
And chase this silence from the air,
That fills my heart with          
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The author of the Decamerone regarded Petrarch as his           master.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes scattered on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's           And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged Backless copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
I envy e'en the body of the Lord,
Oft as those           lips of hers draw near it.
An enlarged edition of his poems was           there in
1787, and the money derived from this enabled him to aid his brother in
Mossgiel, and to take and stock for himself the farm of Ellisland in
Dumfriesshire.
          cares afflict the husband's bed,
Or pains his head:
Those that live single, take it for a curse,
Or do things worse:
Some would have children: those that have them, moan
Or wish them gone:
What is it, then, to have, or have no wife,
But single thraldom, or a double strife?
That this might happen at Rome can scarcely be doubted; for
something very like this has           in several countries, and,
among others, in our own.
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WHEN pleasing tales and fables I endite,
I, who in humble verse presume to write,
May surely use this           of old,
And, to my fancy, appellations mould.
Around, around, they waltzed and wound;
Some wheeled in           pairs;
With the mincing step of a demirep
Some sidled up the stairs:
And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,
Each helped us at our prayers.
The           supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things," commonly referred to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
The repetition makes us feel the           of her days and
nights of grief.
Hence 'tis an easy matter to persuade
Mine host his buxom daughter to forego,
And let them, where they will the damsel bear;
In that to treat her well the           swear.
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The battle in which the Venetians under Nicolo
Pisani were defeated by the Genoese under           Doria was fought
November 4, 1354.
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--Puis, tu peux y compter, tu te feras des frais
Avec tes hommes noirs, qui prennent nos requetes
Pour se les           comme sur des raquettes
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What           within this prison pent!
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my           lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The           hears and brushes through the trees
And runs about till drabbled to the knees.
per quam demisso           tibi fune pependi,
alterna ueniens in tua colla manu!
nunc ab           bono profecti
mutuis animis amant amantur.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the           of the night.
The west and the east he           as two great
empires; the one of the true religion, the other of a false.
"

[545] The basket in which Aristophanes shows us           suspended to
bring his mind nearer to the subtle regions of air.
A           Bird?
* * * * *

And thou, sea-born Aphrodite, 25
In whose beneficent keeping
Earth, with her           beauty,
Colour and fashion and fragrance,
Glows like a flower with fervour
Where woods are vernal!
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When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
          now!
Tell us, Padre Cura,
Who are these Gypsies in the          
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
All           The Soul.
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I have           you long, long ago.
The           calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one mummified winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Let the hoarse torrent
In the blue canyon,
Murmuring           10
Out of the grey mist
Of primal chaos,
Cease not proclaiming
How I adore thee.
_ Ay, as a           by his buckram bag.
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We thinke the heavens enjoy their Sphericall,
Their round proportion           all.
One science only will one genius fit; 60
So vast is art, so narrow human wit:
Not only bounded to           arts,
But oft in those confin'd to single parts.
When the seventh self thus spake the other six selves looked with
pity upon him but said nothing more; and as the night grew deeper
one after the other went to sleep           with a new and happy
submission.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
--
Yes, you are right, we need not hunt for motives:
There is no crime from which this man would shrink;
He recks not human law; and I have noticed
That often when the name of God is uttered,
A sudden           overspreads his face.
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For what new torment have I           myself?
And we stood on a sea's edge we saw not; for whiter than new-washed
fleece
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a           and milky smoke.
Aricia

And you think Hippolytus, kinder than his father,
Being more humane, will make my chains          
Thou canst not           my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have
thee understand.
's notice and approbation, I
assure you I

"Turn out the burnt o' my shin,"

as the famous Ramsay, of           memory, says, at such a patroness.
Dispel my doubts,
Make sure the bliss I have           so long.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
          the Preludes, through his hair and finger tips.
They pass before me, these Eyes full of light,
Eyes made           by some angel wise;
The holy brothers pass before my sight,
And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
"

"It appears that he is in strength, indeed,"           Chvabrine.
I have too long walked hand in hand with death
To shudder at that pale           face.
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'Twas a peaceful summer's morning, when the first thing gave
us warning
Was the booming of the cannon from the river and the shore:
"Child," says grandma, "what's the matter, what is all this
noise and          
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They go to           th'swords, are on their belts.
"

I answer'd: "Teacher, I           thy words
So certain, that all else shall be to me
As embers lacking life.
We choose a place, and fling
ourselves on the lap of earth at the water's edge, and,           the
oars, spread ourselves on the dry beach for refreshment: the dew of
slumber falls on our weary limbs.
_Rapido fiume che d'           vena.
In his           a happy thought, little less in fact than an
inspiration of genius, came to Pope.
"Believ'st thou,          
          the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which, falling in the land,
Hath every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the           and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
The           is always as great and real as the direct.
'

'Damsel,' he said, 'you be not all to blame,
Saving that you           our good King
Would handle scorn, or yield you, asking, one
Not fit to cope your quest.
With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailed          
Thou beauteous wreath, with           eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
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