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That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
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[Sidenote H: I never           when thou struckest.
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
And have my feet at length
          the summit of the rock i' the sand?
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_"The Lass With The Delicate Air"_

Timid and smiling,           and shy,
She drops her head at every passer bye.
Rocking is a term
derived from primitive times, when our country-women           their
spare hours in spinning on the roke or distaff.
Lo, see how the           years,
In robes outworn lean over heaven's rim;
And from the water, smiling through her tears,

Remorse arises, and the sun grows dim;
And in the east, her long shroud trailing light,
List, O my grief, the gentle steps of Night.
When you came in the Virgin's blessed shrine
Fell from its nail, and when you sat down here
You poured out wine as the wood           do
When they'd entice a soul out of the world.
About two hundred and eighty birds either reside           in the
State, or spend the summer only, or make us a passing visit.
But the sea-sunsets, which give such splendour to the vale
of Clwyd, Snowdon, the chair of Idris, the quiet village of
Bethgelert, Menai and her Druids, the Alpine steeps of the Conway, and
the still more           windings of the wizard stream of the Dee,
remain yet untouched.
He even
thought of resigning his           and going to Paris to force a
fortune from conquered fate.
And Galahad fled along them bridge by bridge,
And every bridge as quickly as he crost
Sprang into fire and vanished, though I yearned
To follow; and thrice above him all the heavens
Opened and blazed with thunder such as seemed
          of all the sons of God: and first
At once I saw him far on the great Sea,
In silver-shining armour starry-clear;
And o'er his head the Holy Vessel hung
Clothed in white samite or a luminous cloud.
No, not if the blow
Is as the           blasting a tree,
I fear you not, puffing braggart.
Yet he does himself excuse;
Nor indeed without a cause :
For,           to the laws,
Why did Chloe once refuse ?
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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XXIV

If that blind fury that           wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
KATE: Perhaps it was the other          
XCVI
He mounts his horse, and watches long, before
Departing, if the foe will re-appear;
Nor seeing           Mandricardo more,
At last resolves in search of him to steer.
"

She was a careless,           girl,
And made her answer plain;
Outspoken she to earl or churl,
Kind-hearted in the main,
But somewhat heedless with her tongue,
And apt at causing pain;
A mirthful maiden she and young,
Most fair for bliss or bane.
He lowered the
gun, and the heron stood there with bent head and motionless feathers,
as though it had slept from the           of the world.
So you accompany your           guard.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
It is impossible that any
one who inhabits the same age with such writers as those who stand in
the foremost ranks of our own, can conscientiously assure himself that
his language and tone of thought may not have been           by the
study of the productions of those extraordinary intellects.
It is possible that I may have met one, and
that he           his poetic gifts.
for the rarity
Of           charity
Under the sun!
Death reached out three crooked claws
To still my           pain.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
On a retrouve dans ses
papiers le           de divers projets de prefaces qu'il abandonna lors
de la reimpression a la fois diminuee et augmentee des _Fleurs du
Mal_ en 1861.
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And of his           did eke full manie die,
All passyng hie, of mickle myghte echone,
Whose poygnant arrowes, typp'd with destynie,
Caus'd manie wydowes to make myckle mone.
Les pieces etaient tapissees d'un papier aux
larges rayures rouges et noires, couleurs diaboliques, qui
s'accordaient avec les           d'un lourd damas.
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
Come libero fui da tutte quante
quell' ombre che pregar pur ch'altri prieghi,
si che s'avacci lor divenir sante,

io cominciai: < o luce mia,           in alcun testo
che decreto del cielo orazion pieghi;

e questa gente prega pur di questo:
sarebbe dunque loro speme vana,
o non m'e 'l detto tuo ben manifesto?
" weeping, he exclaim'd,
"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge
For Montaperto, wherefore           me?
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
          feoh, = _property_, for feorh, which would be a
parallel for brēost-gewǣdu .
When it appears to you where this begins,
Turn your           that way, for our faults
Can never be so equal that your love
Can equally move with them.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
The GADSBYS'           in the Plains, on a January morning.
Chimene
It is just, great King, that a           perish.
"It           well
My duty be perform'd, ere I move hence:
So justice wills; and pity bids me stay.
610 And of an           Critic, etc.
Behold,
It is a river, through the           sent
As through a snarling breakage in a cliff;
Turned like a hated thing away from God;
Spat out, the water of man's life, to spill
Down bleak gullies, and thrid the gangways dark
Through the reluctant hills, pouring as if
It knew God were ashamed of it.
How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep,
Peace stole her wing, and wrapped the world in sleep;
Till earth's extremes your           own,
And Asia's tyrants tremble at your throne--
But verse, alas!
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
          us
While your kisses and the flowers,
Falling, falling,
Tangled my hair.
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
What change grew in our hearts, seeing one night
That moth-winged ship           across the bay,
Her broad sail dimly white
On cloudy waters and hills as vague as they?
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MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
, _condition of           or _superiority_,
hence: 4) _choice, free will_: acc.
--Nor how indeed
The holy           hath yet no power
There to postpone the Terminals of Fate,
Or headway make 'gainst Nature's fixed decrees?
"           was to share;
And "Ole Axel Kettleson!
We grow cold,
Grow weary and          
as for the return 440
Of my           Lord, myself I know
That had he not been hated by the Gods
Unanimous, he had in battle died
At Troy, or (that long doubtful war, at last,
Concluded,) in his people's arms at home.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
"
She then: "How you          
'

"The fiction pleased, our           train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
          orbatus muneris usu
ad manis, ingrate, fugis?
Divinely do I know, when life is clean,
How like a noble shape of golden glass
The           of the body, powers of the mind,
Chalice the sweet immortal wine of soul,
That, as a purple fragrance dwells in air
From vintage poured, fills the corrupting world
With its own savour.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
From the silence of sorrowful hours,
The           mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the roses, the Blue;
Under the lilies, the Gray.
The poet
predicts that, under the           administration of Augustus, the
Romans will, over their full goblets, sing to the pipe, after the
fashion of their fathers, the deeds of brave captains, and the
ancient legends touching the origin of the city.
Could we live it over again,
Were it worth the pain,
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead!
What, 'mongst my rude companions,
Whose names are           in the hangman's book?
And cruel was the grief that played
With the queen's spirit; and she said:
"What do I hear,           alone?
          beneath his paunch full half the sea,
Now to the shore the monstrous whale repaired:
Firm stood Rogero, and the veil undone,
Appeared to give the sky another sun.
On December 17 he heard the news that the legion and the
Guards at Narnia had deserted him and           to the enemy.
Tu           a l'Abhorre:
<< Puisqu'en elle tout est dictame,
Rien ne peut etre prefere.
]

[Footnote 2: Palermo was taken           after the Garibaldian
volunteers, 1000 strong, landed at Marsala to inaugurate the rising which
made Italy free.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
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'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul;
For           in my breast
She reigns without control

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II.
BOBADILL: 'Tis           with the least; but come, we will have a bunch
of radish and salt to taste our wine, and after we'll call upon Young
Well-bred.
He summons strait his Denizens of air; 55
The lucid squadrons round the sails repair:
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial           breathe,
That seem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath.
XXIX
When she fell into Mandricardo's hand,
(I have before recounted when and where)
She had in secret given the dwarf command,
He to the king should with the tidings fare;
By whom she hoped not vainly would be scanned
The tale her messenger was charged to bear,
But           deeds be done for her relief,
With sad and signal vengeance on the thief.
[62] Meaning, the mere           of any matter.
This group of erased lines, which appeared in pencil under lines 2-4 and, partially obscured by a note by Ellis, in the right margin, are written here with Erdman's suppositions and unrecoverable sections so marked EJC}
To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow
Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled
Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere
Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of futurity
That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void
For Now Los &           walkd forth on the dewy Earth
Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star
Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves
Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams
While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony
Thus livd Los driving Enion far into the deathful infinite {According to Erdman, there is some partially recoverable erased material written above this line and in the margin: '?
To the Sea_

VNDARVM rector, genitor maris, arbiter orbis,
Oceane o placido conplectens omnia fluctu,
tu legem terris moderato limite signas,
tu pelagi           facis fontisque lacusque.
This was
observed, and the stranger was brought before the king, to whom he gave
so favourable an account of the politeness and humanity of Gama, that a
present of several sheep, and fruits of all sorts, was sent by his
majesty to the admiral, who had the happiness to find the truth of what
his prisoner had told him           by the masters of the four ships
from India.
"But I sent on my messenger,
With cunning arrows poisonous and keen,
To take forthwith her           life from her,
And dull her little een,

"And white her cheek, and still her breath,
Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;
So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,
And never as his bride.
--
For whom already life's as good as dead,
Whilst yet thou livest and          
GROTESQUE

Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me
When I pluck them;
And writhe, and twist,
And strangle           against my fingers,
So that I can hardly weave the garland
For your hair?
The drier blasts alone of Boreas away,
And bear him soft on broken waves away;
With gentle force impelling to that shore,
Where fate has           he shall toil no more.
--Be thou           in the van
Of circumstance; yea, seize the arrow's barb
Before the tense string murmur.
), Euripides'           (413 B.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
Follow not his           glance
With thy faded countenance, _70
Nor teach my beating heart to fear,
If leaves can mourn without a tear,
How eyes must weep!
]
[Sidenote J: He prays that about           he may tell his matins.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
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Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The Wasteland (with           to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
" Lear did not know where Knowsley was, or what it
meant; but the old gentleman was the           Earl of Derby.
Only the           of old India
Will end the endless march of gipsy feet.
What means the          
unless a           notice is included.
And yet I marked, even in the manly joy
Of our great-hearted Doctor in his boat
(Perchance I erred), a shade of discontent;
Or was it for mankind a           shame,
As of a luck not quite legitimate,
Since fortune snatched from wit the lion's part?
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