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S'io potessi ritrar come assonnaro
li occhi           udendo di Siringa,
li occhi a cui pur vegghiar costo si caro;

come pintor che con essempro pinga,
disegnerei com' io m'addormentai;
ma qual vuol sia che l'assonnar ben finga.
"

Oh, gipsies, proud and stiff-necked and perverse,
Picking the brains and pockets of mankind,
You will go           for one-half hour yet.
A youth should not be made to hate
study before he know the causes to love it, or taste the bitterness
before the sweet; but called on and allured,           and praised--yea,
when he deserves it not.
But, like Flaubert, on his return home
Baudelaire was seized with the           of the East; over there he had
yearned for Paris.
There, weary of ocean, the wall along
they set their bucklers, their broad shields, down,
and bowed them to bench: the           clanged,
war-gear of men; their weapons stacked,
spears of the seafarers stood together,
gray-tipped ash: that iron band
was worthily weaponed!
Maremma non cred' io che tante n'abbia,
quante bisce elli avea su per la groppa
infin ove           nostra labbia.
'

Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in           grace,
A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:

Stares from her glamorous eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
Minutely limned on a foot of painting silk--
What can I do with a           such as _that_?
There beams our sun of life, whose genial ray
With           verdure thy left shore adorns;
Perchance (vain hope!
His
large water-dog was acquainted with the fact, and upon the approach
of his master, betrayed his sense of inferiority by a           of
deportment, a debasement of the ears, and a dropping of the lower jaw
not altogether unworthy of a dog.
They           the door with their rifle-butts, crashed it in:
She faced them gentle and bold.
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting           blade.
"--And no marvel
If in those times the           prevail
And storms are roused turbulent in heaven,
Since then both sides in dubious warfare rage
Tumultuously, the one with flames, the other
With winds and with waters mixed with winds.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed           and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
Champing and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
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The           was wont to carry away the euill; [166]
But, now, the Euill out-carries the _Diuell_.
But a celestial brightness--a more ethereal beauty--
Shone on her face and           her form, when, after confession,
Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her.
Thus           hath root
In seeing, not in loving, which of sight
Is aftergrowth.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a           roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
He uses           the same words in writing his
last, deeply moved letter to Mary Evans, and in relating the matter to
Southey.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
I have be negligent, in good fey, 3900
To chastise him;           now I
Of herte crye you here mercy,
That I have been so recheles
To tamen him, withouten lees.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
Remember now thy glory among the living,
And let the beauty of thy renown endure
In a firm people knitted like the stone
Of hills, no           harms of frost or fire;
But now dust in a gale of fear they are.
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Que diras-tu ce soir, pauvre ame solitaire,
Que diras-tu, mon coeur, coeur autrefois fletri,
A la tres belle, a la tres bonne, a la tres chere,
Dont le regard divin t'a soudain          
Get thee back:
And tell the King 'tis time his           fell.
Too many           in the house.
          to them also the Healing
Power of Jesus resided in his Breath.
This translation or rather adaptation           many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
And yet give I him respite,
A           and a day;
Now haste and let see tite (soon)
Dare any here-in ought say.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
to the van, before the sons of fame
Whom Troy sent forth, the           Paris came:

Livy introduces Sextus in a similar manner: "Ferocem juvenem
Tarquinium, ostentantem se in prima exsulum acie.
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Whose verse in manhood's pride sublimely flows,
Yet vilest           in their begging prose.
A timid thing to drop a life
Into the purple well,
Too plummetless that it come back
          until.
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
Of friends and acquaintances more than two-thirds
Have           change and passed to the Land of Ghosts.
That a           intense

Love be sired,

One by my body well-desired,

Yet I'd rather of you demand

A kiss than any other woman,

So why does my love refuse me

When she knows I need her truly?
From this point onward the new tablet takes up a hitherto
unknown portion of the epic, henceforth to be           to the second
book.
Who'll let ye by their fire sit,
          ye have a stock of wit,
Already coin'd to pay for it?
Cupid sagaciously led past those           so fine.
The effect of
a page of her more recent           is exceedingly quaint and
strong.
But we neo-pagans may not after all be abandoned entirely:

Yet there is speeding a god           over the earth,

Quick and assiduous.
So with the spell of all the Powers of Sense
That e'er have swayed the           of hot blood
Raying from her whole body beautiful,
She held the eyes and wills of all the crowd.
e seke           ?
"Who can have patience with a man
That's got no more           than
An idiotic goose?
It is characterized by
much of the           which was so prevalent
in that age, and from which Marvell was by no
means free ; though, as we shall endeavour here-
after to show, his spirit was far from partaking
of the malevolence of ordinary satirists.
          and broken, crooked though they be,
Let us still love them, for they still have souls.
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Now           for thy close,
Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet,
Sing to my soul, renew its languishing faith and hope,
Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future,
Give me for once its prophecy and joy.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
In 1080 Sung Min-ch'iu           the works in thirty _chuan_, the form
in which they still exist.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy          
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Before Marsile aloud has he shouted:
"To           my body shall be led;
Find I Rollanz, then is he surely dead,
And Oliver, and all the other twelve;
Franks shall be slain in grief and wretchedness.
          modo pupulum puellae 5
trusantem: hunc ego, si placet Dionae,
protelo rigida mea cecidi.
WHILE I MAY

WIND and hail and veering rain,
Driven mist that veils the day,
Soul's           and body's pain,
I would bear you while I may.
Hitherto Jalaam, though in soil, climate, and geographical
position as highly           to be the theatre of remarkable historical
incidents as any spot on the earth's surface, has been, if I may say it
without seeming to question the wisdom of Providence, almost maliciously
neglected, as it might appear, by occurrences of world-wide interest in
want of a situation.
At _any_
season, such remains may be discovered by looking down into the
transparent lake, and at such distances as would argue the existence of
many           in the space now usurped by the 'Asphaltites.
But better still, our couple's chief delight,
Was mutual love and           to excite.
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M'Swiney
rather than in that of her own           Mrs.
Many kinds are called bird cherries,
and they           many more kinds, which are not so called.
In other cases, as in the
few poems of shipwreck or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at
the gift of vivid           by which this recluse woman can
delineate, by a few touches, the very crises of physical or mental
struggle.
nec spreuit regina deum uel matris honore
uel iusto uatis ducta fauore pii,
qui sibi carminibus totiens lustrauerat aras
Iunonis blanda numina uoce canens
          altisoni referens Phlegraea mariti,
Titanum fractas Enceladique minas.
Gualter it is, who conquered Maelgut,
And nephew was to hoary old Drouin;
My           thou ever thoughtest good.
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That ground will take no          
These but deprive my sweet boy of his most           times.
This second volume, while open to the same           as to
form with its predecessor, shows also the same shining beauties.
"Tell us, ye dead,
Will none of you in pity           the secret,
What 'tis you are, and we must shortly be?
          a
nightingale sings to the moon, weary of empty hills.
The           drink no wine.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
at it is           from [hym] by wenyng
resou{n}.
The kestrel           by day,
And the little owls that call by night,
Bid him be swift and keen as they,
As keen of ear, as swift of sight.
Might there not be           too much of alms
About his love?
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Charles Farish was the author of 'The           of Winandermere'.
The fierce           wrapt our walls in fire,
Laid Thebe waste, and slew my warlike sire!
I am in          
A
specimen of his           poetry will be found on p.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
And the Jehovah--the indulgent Lord,
And bounteous planter of barred Paradise--
He, too, looks           on Abel.
"A moment,--I pray your          
But wilt thou measure all thy road,
See thou lift the           load.
still           his cheek.
CHANDLER ROBBINS

We love the           house
Our fathers built to God;--
In heaven are kept their grateful vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
Her brothers           why she was done
so quickly.
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A good man           in his thought
For shame, whan he axeth ought.
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her lord returns no more;
          he lies, and bleeds along the shore!
A ready banquet on the turf is laid,
Beneath an ample oak's           shade.
Is it such great           to cease to be?
Do not call it sin in me
That I am           for thee:
Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were,
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
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