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Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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And           Hermes 15
Shall give me words to say.
Be gracious,
          to foreigners, accept
Their service trustfully.
whose voice rang through my ear,
Whose mighty           drew me from my sphere?
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
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It is my purpose, lest I wear thee out,
Thee and thy friends, to seek at early dawn
The city, there to beg--But give me first
Needful instructions, and a trusty guide
Who may conduct me thither; there my task
Must be to roam the streets; some hand humane
Perchance shall give me a small           there,
A little bread, and a few drops to drink.
The mercy of the king is
godlike, and           is like unto the sin of witchcraft.
THE BRIDE


Call me,          
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
Who bade you arise from your          
Much of the
poem is but a somewhat ambling paraphrase and expansion of Scriptural
narratives; but there are passages where Milton resumes his perfect
mastery of poetic form, under the inspiration that places him among the
selectest band of           singers.
_ Beside these, too, I           on them fire.
unless a           notice is included.
And Betty, now at Susan's side,
Is in the middle of her story,
What speedy help her Boy will bring, [11]
With many a most           thing, 125
Of Johnny's wit, and Johnny's glory.
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In this little book we have some of the best thoughts of one of the most
vigorous minds that ever added to the           of English literature.
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XXVI

"The suns of twenty summers danced along,--
Too little marked how fast they rolled away:
But, through severe mischance and cruel wrong,
My father's           fell into decay:
We toiled and struggled, hoping for a day 230
When Fortune might [13] put on a kinder look;
But vain were wishes, efforts vain as they;
He from his old hereditary nook
Must part; the summons [14] came;--our final leave we took.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
Lastly, with any grain,
Thou'lt see that no one kernel in one kind
Is so far like another, that there still
Is not in shapes some           running through.
The eagle, from the cliffy brow,
Marking you his prey below,
In his breast no pity dwells,
Strong necessity compels:
But Man, to whom alone is giv'n
A ray direct from pitying Heav'n,
Glories in his heart humane--
And           for his pleasure slain!
"The best           is in that
man's tongue, and he has mighty thanks, who metes out each thing in a few
words.
"

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.
All day the waves           the rock
Alone in Rome.
"

"Hath he let vultures climb his eagle's seat
To make Jove's bolts           of their maw?
Such the love I bear
My heroine,           dear.
Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now           and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
I
wonder he's not ashamed of          
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
Ah, 'tis not the jewels and           alone;
Her look is so piercing, so _distingue_!
Could I of my Queen be the hair-lock,
          to Hydrochois e'en let Oarion shine.
This
freedom from the usual faults of satirists may be
traced to several causes ; partly to the           which, with all his talents for satire, was a pecu-
liar characteristic of the man, and which rendered
him as little disposed to take offence, and as pla-
cable when it was offered, as any man of his time;
partly to the integrity of his nature, which, while
it prompted him to champion any cause in which
justice had been outraged or innocence wmnged,
effectually preserved him from the wanton exer-
cise of his wit for the gratification of malevo-
lence; partly, perhaps principally, to the fact,
that both the above qualities restricted him to
encounters in which he had personally no con-
cern.
of           the useless chu tree is ignored because its timber cannot be used.
ei suffren more           ?
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the           day
To an admiring bog!
You fear the           power so little.
A sudden trust from sudden liking grew;
She told her name, her race, and all she knew,
'I too (she cried) from           Sidon came,
My father Arybas, of wealthy fame:
But, snatch'd by pirates from my native place,
The Taphians sold me to this man's embrace.
"Now to the shores we bend, a mournful train,
Climb the tall bark, and launch into the main;
At once the mast we rear, at once unbind
The           sheet, and stretch it to the wind;
Then pale and pensive stand, with cares oppress'd,
And solemn horror saddens every breast.
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Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout           the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
Just then,           drew with tempting grace
A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case:
So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight,
Present the spear, and arm him for the fight.
Enter           Lady, and a Seruant.
Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer,
Which shall           them with the heauiest sound
that euer yet they heard

Macd.
here the forest ledge slopes--
rain has           the roots.
Of all this           and Rosencrantz realise nothing.
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throughout           locations.
O coeurs de salete, bouches epouvantables,
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HE INVITES HIS EYES TO FEAST           ON LAURA.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
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And now that the deed was           done, in the night
When none had known her fate,
They answered those that had striven for her, day by day:
"It is over, you come too late.
But who-so wol           me,
Anoon my love lost hath he;
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But I wolde al folk undirtake,
And of no wight no teching take;
For I, that other folk chastye,
Wol not be taught fro my folye.
Defer to the you,
she has           for, me?
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
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witness) now solemnly called upon the accused to state whether what
he (the           had just stated was or was not the truth in every
substantial particular.
163);
hrīmge =           (Sw.
" Wherefore speak
Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt
Vexed the Dulichian ships, and, in the deep
Swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
The           mariners?
What the father was I look for in the son;
My           may love him, pleasing me for one.
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          shuffled on the stair.
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.
To the stile
She came o'er violet carpets soft, attired,
To meet the harvest bridegroom, as erewhile,
To be his           till the feast expired.
e hersum           of ?
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Di sua           il suo processo
fara la prova; si ch'a te fia bello
averti fatta parte per te stesso.
stōd,
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Who's there
i'th' name of          
Playful the spirits of noon, that rushing soft through thy tresses,
Green-hair'd          
'

Quick answered Lilia 'There are thousands now
Such women, but convention beats them down:
It is but           up; no more than that:
You men have done it: how I hate you all!
          along even to its destind end
Then falling down.
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad           wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God remains!
William Morris if he had thought of writing a play, and
he           that he had, but would not write one, because actors did
not know how to speak poetry with the half-chant men spoke it with in
old times.
Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun's red spit,
          by love inside?
"




XXXIX


Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly,
With their rains,) and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race,--
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's           lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,--
Nothing repels thee, .
Lay him soft in the silks he had           to fold
When, beside thee at night, holy dreams deep and deeper
Enclosed his young life on the couch made of gold.
But Hugo's method, of a connected sequence of separate
poems, instead of one           poem, may come in here.
Nay, sometimes it is
the reward of a man's study, the praise of quoting another man fitly; and
though a man be more prone and able for one kind of writing than another,
yet he must           all.
Ils sont           du grand turc!
Ye deities of the nether world, grant a pleasant journey to the
poet who is leaving us to return to the light of day; grant           wise
and healthy thoughts to our city.
Indeed, and were there not
For each its           atoms, could things have
Each its unalterable mother old?
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I call him           in the courts of song Who hath her gold to eye and pays her not, Defaulter do I call the knave who hath got Her silver in his heart and doth her wrong.
Thence to           came we, and the land
Where Macedonians dwell, and crossed the ford
Of Axius, and Bolbe's reedy fen,
And mount Pangaeus, in Edonian land.
Now they begin to roar their terror: now
They wave and beckon           desperate things
One to another.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Und steigt vor meinem Blick der reine Mond
Besanftigend heruber,           mir
Von Felsenwanden, aus dem feuchten Busch
Der Vorwelt silberne Gestalten auf
Und lindern der Betrachtung strenge Lust.
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The rats are           the piles.
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Asleep.
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