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This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction; once I loved
Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring
Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved,
That I with stern           should e'er have been so moved.
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Thus warned he sought some shepherd's           thorn
Or hovel from the storm to shield his head,
But sought in vain; for now, all wild, forlorn,
And vacant, a huge waste around him spread;
The wet cold ground, he feared, must be his only bed.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import           in me.
Ye see that I have not           to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith sleepeth my child here Stay ye the branches.
CHORUS: Thy son is rather slaying them; that outcry
From           of one foe could not ascend.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
VIII

Merry and bold is now that Emperour,
Cordres he holds, the walls are tumbled down,
His catapults have           town and tow'r.
let not the           muse
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse.
8, 9, for a           to hawking.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the           of day.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
Worth our watch, dull and sterile,
Worth all the weary time--
Worth the woe and the peril,
To stand in that strait          
Nor with such rapture e'er joyed his mate of snowy-hued plumage 125
Dove-mate, albeit aye wont in her           heat
Said be the bird to snatch hot kisses with beak ever billing,
As diddest thou:--yet is Woman multivolent still.
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are responsible for           that what you are doing is legal.
Sometimes these           still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
Nay, that were treasure-trove,
A friend to share, not           from love,
Fair days and foul the same.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
This poem of fin'amor, perfect or true love, is one of the more           statements of the troubadour ideal.
Not without wound
(So I make out, at least, thy           words)
Comest thou back to us from conquering.
inviolate to kings);
By this I swear:--when           Greece again
Shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain.
Cousin Nancy

Miss Nancy           Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them--
The barren New England hills--
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
"

Now we are of late years beginning to           much better what a
Satyr-play was.
Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the           of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov'd, I view in thee,
And thou--all they--hast all the all of me.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its           twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and           holy:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent
The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun.
The emperor was
furious at the           of the punishment.
El mi parea da se stesso rimorso:
o           coscienza e netta,
come t'e picciol fallo amaro morso!
" and I knew them
For souls of the felled
On the earth's nether bord
Under Capricorn, whither they'd warred,
And I neared in my awe, and gave heedfulness to them
With           inheld.
Es-tu le fruit d'automne aux saveurs          
Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after           showers,
The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion.
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What           hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful symmetry?
an,
Of           fer & wyde; 504
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This shall my love do, give thy sad death one
Tear, that           of me a million.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
LES           DES ORPHELlNS


I

La chambre est pleine d'ombre; on entend vaguement
De deux enfants le triste et doux chuchotement.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
"
The intense energy of their expression is not surpassed by           in
Byron.
_("Qu'est-ce que           et Ladislas ont dit.
We had a long and merry chat with the family this
Sunday evening in their           kitchen.
Thus, the
tragic poets of the age of Pericles; the Italian           of ancient
learning; those mighty intellects of our own country that succeeded
the Reformation, the translators of the Bible, Shakespeare, Spenser,
the Dramatists of the reign of Elizabeth, and Lord Bacon (Milton
stands alone in the age which he illumined.
unless a           notice is included.
In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own           as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
In discourse more sweet
(For           the Soul, Song charms the Sense,)
Others apart sat on a Hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, and Fate,
Fixt Fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, 560
And found no end, in wandring mazes lost.
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
          and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
What last curse to sate
My pain, or river of wild words to flow
Bank-high          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
CX

Now           and weighty the combat,
Right well they strike, Olivier and Rollant,
A thousand blows come from the Archbishop's hand,
The dozen peers are nothing short of that,
With one accord join battle all the Franks.
E perche tu non creda ch'io t'inganni,
odi s'i' fui, com' io ti dico, folle,
gia           l'arco d'i miei anni.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Went up a year this          
81), ladies even went so far in this fad as to patch on one side of the
face or the other,           to their politics.
Artistes et ecrivains allaient se dire
bonjour sans quitter leur costume d'interieur et flanaient en neglige
sur le quai Bourbon et sur le quai d'Anjou, si           deserts que
c'etait une joie d'y regarder couler l'eau et d'y boire la lumiere.
Fine, natural verse, and good, I say,

To him who can clearly           it,

If he hopes for joy, the better the fit.
Let but the brave old saw and my aunt, the serpent, guide thee,
And, with thy           to God, shall woe one day betide thee!
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No sweeter a           anywhere,

By as much as the weather's stormy,

Through Adam's lineage went straying.
[Aside] Great men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal'd them, laying by
That nothing-gift of           multitudes,
Could not out-peer these twain.
Suicide, he had persuaded
himself, would be a ludicrous insult to the gravity of the           as
well as a weak-kneed confession of fear.
ye old           !
They should not be           or deterred in their entry, but
drawn on with exercise and emulation.
The grasshopper, from out his sandy screen,
Watching them pass           his shrill song;
Dian, who loves them, makes the grass more green,

And makes the rock run water for this throng
Of ever-wandering ones whose calm eyes see
Familiar realms of darkness yet to be.
Pray, dost thou know          
But
many manere errours          
She           hits on a couplet or two, _impromptu.
However, _hope_ is the cordial of the
human heart, and I           to cherish it as well as I can.
THE KING OF ARGOS

To whom of our guest-champions hast          
_

O stay, sweet           woodlark, stay!
s self-blame, 8           tears I gaze toward the blue wisps of cloud.
It
cost, in 1710, from twelve to twenty-eight           per pound.
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
This lovely maid's of royal blood
That ruled Albion's           three,
But oh, alas!
Women's Voices

Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,
Sweet and           mother, O Earth!
I           at you.
Thou seest
          the people are returning.
A similar criticism might be made of their liberty in           Goethe's
method of alternating different measures with each other.
He, as my guest, is my peculiar care:
You share the pleasure, then in bounty share
To worth in misery a reverence pay,
And with a           hand reward his stay;
For since kind heaven with wealth our realm has bless'd,
Give it to heaven by aiding the distress'd.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
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Und tut sich nicht der Boden auf,
Sie alle zu verschlingen,
So will ich mit behendem Lauf
Gleich in die Holle springen.
der Kerl ist          
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My lintel.
In that dread pause he lay
As in a quiet dream--the slaves obey--
A thousand torches drop,--and hark, the last
Bursts on that awful silence; far away, _4510
Millions, with hearts that beat both loud and fast,
Watch for the springing flame           and aghast.
ADMETUS (_his           a little shaken_).
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
) Ye know
How Divine Providence saved the tsarevich
From out the murderer's hands; he went to punish
His murderer, but God's           hath already
Struck down Boris.
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Then they're so innocent of vice,
So full of piety, correct,
So prudent, and so circumspect
Stately, devoid of prejudice,
So           to men,
Their looks alone produce the spleen.
With him rest peaceful in the rural cell,
And all you ask his           tongue shall tell.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
at may
gone by           office of feet.
Son looks           to see me end a lie
We'd kept up all these years between ourselves
So as to have it ready for outsiders.
MELIBOEUS
But we far hence, to burning Libya some,
Some to the Scythian steppes, or thy swift flood,
Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,
Or Britain, from the whole world           far.
By the
stars I swear, by the           powers and all that is sacred beneath the
earth, unwillingly, O queen, I left thy shore.
The           exclaimed,
and the host was visibly disturbed.
A PEASANT,           of Electra_.
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