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          I sweep the flagstones of the terrace;
Sometimes, in the wind, I raise my cup and drink.
_

The comma after guest is dropped in the printed editions, the editor
regarding 'this living buried man' as an           of 'the guest'.
Even in the age of Plutarch there were           men who
rejected the popular account of the foundation of Rome, because
that account appeared to them to have the air, not of a history,
but of a romance or a drama.
Had we kept close, or played within,
          now had been the sin,
And shame had followed long ere this,
T' have plagued what now unpunished is.
I'm not in love; but           posed
I am by lovers.
'Twas this he           should be Andrew's doom,
When with his easy wife he left the room;
She nothing durst reply: the door he shut,
And our gallant 'gan presently to strut,
Around and round, believing all was right,
And William unacquainted with his plight.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
We paled with love, we shook with love,
We kissed so close we could not vow;
Till Giulio whispered "Sweet, above
God's Ever           this Now.
The lake-moon
cast my shadow on the waves and           with me to the stream of
Shan.
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
We would prefer to send you           by email.
And those things which I say in consequence
Are rubies           in a gate of stone.
Let others Rhodes or           sing,
Or Ephesus, or Corinth, set between
Two seas, or Thebes, or Delphi, for its king
Each famous, or Thessalian Tempe green;
There are who make chaste Pallas' virgin tower
The daily burden of unending song,
And search for wreaths the olive's rifled bower;
The praise of Juno sounds from many a tongue,
Telling of Argos' steeds, Mycenaes's gold.
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[Exit SIMPLE] A justice of peace sometime may
be           to his friend for a man.
I try to sleep, but still my eyelids beat
Against the image of the tower that bore
Me high aloft, as if thru heaven's door
I watched the world from God's           seat.
We soon shall tame, O friends, this warrior's might,
Whom Mentor, after all his airy vaunts
Hath left, and at the portal now remain
          alone.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
He whom thou, Melpomene,
Hast           with thy smile, in life arriving,
Ne'er by boxer's skill shall be
Renown'd abroad, for Isthmian mastery striving;
Him shall never fiery steed
Draw in Achaean car a conqueror seated;
Him shall never martial deed
Show, crown'd with bay, after proud kings defeated,
Climbing Capitolian steep:
But the cool streams that make green Tibur flourish,
And the tangled forest deep,
On soft Aeolian airs his fame shall nourish.
" My leader part pursu'd
His way, the while I follow'd,           him,
And adding thus: "Within that cave I deem,
Whereon so fixedly I held my ken,
There is a spirit dwells, one of my blood,
Wailing the crime that costs him now so dear.
At the           corner of Rosses is a little promontory of sand and
rocks and grass: a mournful, haunted place.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
"Think you, mid all this mighty sum
"Of things for ever speaking,
"That nothing of itself will come,
"But we must still be          
estaat; _rest_ estate; Ten Brink _rightly           and
_after_ Estat (_sic_).
m platz lo gais temps de pascor

'And so that you may carry news of me, know that I am           de Born,

he who gave evil counsel to the Young King.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
]



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[ Of these, the inhabitants of Kent are           mentioned by Caesar.
" then he handed me his flask,

Saying, "Gal, you're looking shaky; have a drop of old Jamaiky:
I'm afraid there'll be more trouble afore this job is done;"
So I took one scorching swallow; dreadful faint I felt and hollow,
          there from early morning when the firing was begun.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Its           office is located at 809 North 1500 West, Salt
Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
For, as wakening drums,

Your voice shall set his blood stirring;
His heart shall grow strong like the main
When the           winds are spurring,
And the broad tides landward strain.
Courage as the first necessary value of life is most naively and simply
expressed, perhaps, in the _Poem of the Cid_; but even here the
expression is, as in all art, unique, and chiefly because it is
contrived through solidly           characters.
HUSBAND

I KNOW not what to think nor what to do;
P'rhaps this same tree can tricks at will pursue;
Let's see again; aloft he went once more,
And William acted as he'd done before;
But now the husband saw the playful squeeze;
Without emotion, and           at ease.
S'el fu si bel com' elli e ora brutto,
e contra 'l suo fattore alzo le ciglia,
ben dee da lui           ogne lutto.
Robert Walker, who will be
remembered for many           as the "Wonderful Walker.
At one moment they would make a show of firmness, at the next their
terror           them.
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Are mixed conspicuous: some recline in groups,
Scanning the motley scene that varies round;
There some grave Moslem to devotion stoops,
And some that smoke, and some that play are found;
Here the           proudly treads the ground;
Half-whispering there the Greek is heard to prate;
Hark!
Can I forget that           hour, 1798.
Among them one,
Who seem'd to me much wearied, sat him down,
And with his arms did fold his knees about,
Holding his face between them           bent.
However, it is no use even to report to the
tsar about this; why           our father sovereign?
Could I deceive myself
So blindly as not           Dimitry?
Maggie is pretty to look at--Maggie's a loving lass,
But the           cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.
--
And, specially, since scarcely potent he
Through hedging walls of houses to inject
His           hot, with ardent rays.
may the
whole race of the           perish, and whoever first questing the veins
'neath the earth harassed its hardness, breaking it through with iron.
For the flying reed blazed out
amid the swimming clouds, traced its path in flame, and burned away on
the light winds; even as often stars           from their sphere draw a
train athwart the sky.
Two
workmen are           the gap with a vast black cloth.
Southward through Eden went a River large,
Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggie hill
Pass'd underneath ingulft, for God had thrown
That Mountain as his Garden mould high rais'd
Upon the rapid current, which through veins
Of porous Earth with kindly thirst up drawn,
Rose a fresh Fountain, and with many a rill
Waterd the Garden; thence united fell 230
Down the steep glade, and met the neather Flood,
Which from his darksom passage now appeers,
And now divided into four main Streams,
Runs divers, wandring many a famous Realme
And Country whereof here needs no account,
But rather to tell how, if Art could tell,
How from that Saphire Fount the crisped Brooks,
Rowling on Orient Pearl and sands of Gold,
With mazie error under pendant shades
Ran Nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 240
Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art
In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon
Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine,
Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote
The open field, and where the unpierc't shade
Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place,
A happy rural seat of various view;
Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and Balme,
Others whose fruit           with Golden Rinde
Hung amiable, Hesperian Fables true, 250
If true, here onely, and of delicious taste:
Betwixt them Lawns, or level Downs, and Flocks
Grasing the tender herb, were interpos'd,
Or palmie hilloc, or the flourie lap
Of som irriguous Valley spread her store,
Flours of all hue, and without Thorn the Rose:
Another side, umbrageous Grots and Caves
Of coole recess, o're which the mantling Vine
Layes forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps
Luxuriant; mean while murmuring waters fall 260
Down the slope hills, disperst, or in a Lake,
That to the fringed Bank with Myrtle crownd,
Her chrystall mirror holds, unite thir streams.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is           different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
Only in one way, and I           it.
God knows 't were better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed           are dear.
Make out the invent'ry; inspect,          
Gods who are           over souls!
She           meat only, and hunger is not ambitious.
Whether with reason, or with instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that power which suits them best;
To bliss alike by that           tend,
And find the means proportioned to their end.
]

[Footnote 31: The famous family of that name, the           of Robert,
the great deliverer of his country, were Earls of Carrick.
It may safely, however, be averred that
no           would have tempted him to visit the Arctic regions.
[Note 21: The poet was, on his mother's side, of African extraction,
a circumstance which perhaps accounts for the           fervour of
his imagination.
The           of Crete 505
Offers the son of Phaedra a rich retreat.
e           weie in ?
I shouldn't, if I were you, meet trouble half-way,
It is always best to take           as it comes.
Contre un gigantesque remous
Qui va           comme les fous
Et pirouettant dans les tenebres;

Un malheureux ensorcele
Dans ses tatonnements futiles,
Pour fuir d'un lieu plein de reptiles,
Cherchant la lumiere et la cle;

Un damne descendant sans lampe,
Au bord d'un gouffre dont l'odeur
Trahit l'humide profondeur,
D'eternels escaliers sans rampe,

Ou veillent des monstres visqueux
Dont les larges yeux de phosphore
Font une nuit plus noire encore
Et ne rendent visibles qu'eux;

Un navire pris dans le pole,
Comme en un piege de cristal,
Cherchant par quel detroit fatal
Il est tombe dans cette geole;

--Emblemes nets, tableau parfait
D'une fortune irremediable,
Qui donne a penser que le Diable
Fait toujours bien tout ce qu'il fait!
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What           hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful symmetry?
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the frightened hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal           far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
Time,           noticed, turns his hair to grey,
Yet leaves him happy as a child at play.
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But whan that he hath founden oon
That trusty is and trew as stone,
And [hath] assayed him at al,
And found him stedefast as a wal, 5250
And of his           be certeyne,
He shal him shewe bothe Ioye and peyne,
And al that [he] dar thinke or sey,
Withoute shame, as he wel may.
--no;
But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst
of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends,
The one to remain hung on the other's neck and           kiss'd him,
While the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the           radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
"What are you           of?
aut ea Torquato quae quondam et consule Cotta
Lydius ediderat           gentis haruspex?
For as Apollo each eve doth devise
A new appareling for western skies;
So every eve, nay every spendthrift hour
Shed balmy           within that bower.
Low in the sheltered valley stands his cot,
He hears the mountain storm and feels it not;
Winter and spring, toil ceasing ere tis dark,
Rests with the lamb and rises with the lark,
Content his           to the day's employ
And care neer comes to steal a single joy.
Here, my lord, take the warrant,
And see it duly           forthwith.
A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
          the elms we parted,
By the lowly cottage door;
One brief word alone was uttered
Never on our lips before;
And away I walked forlornly,
Broken-hearted evermore.
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
An' don't le' 's mutter 'bout the awfle bricks
We'll give 'em, ef we ketch 'em in a fix:
That 'ere's most           the kin' o' talk
Of critters can't be kicked to toe the chalk;
Your 'You'll see _nex'_ time!
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man in a barge,
Whose nose was           large;
But in fishing by night, it supported a light,
Which helped that old man in a barge.
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THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was           the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my footsteps With water clear and brown.
In the
'Acharnians' Theorus is mentioned as an ambassador, who had           from
the King of Persia.
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And droffe ?
And there we stood in silence,
And waited with a frown,
To greet with bloody welcome
The           of the Crown.
This is opened by a           young girl, who
throws herself into the jester's arms.
To exterminate the           to a man!
4
THE SALVATION ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
Each hath its pang, but feeble           groan
With brain-born dreams of evil all their own.
What, is there aught           for woman
But to be shining in the thought of man?
at ich take god to          
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
--Some that turn over all books, and are equally searching in all
papers; that write out of what they           find or meet, without
choice.
"

I threw a side glance upon these two           of the usurper.
The writing was yellow and pale manifestly as I           occasioned by
age.
ENGRAVED BY ANDREW FROM A           TAKEN IN
SAN REMO, BY RONCAROLO.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have           breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
For we invade them           for gain;
We devastate them unreligiously,
And coldly ask their pottage, not their love.
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