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Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
e           fortunes of poure feble
folke.
`The folk of Troye, as who seyth, alle and some
In preson been, as ye your-selven see;
Nor thennes shal not oon on-lyve come 885
For al the gold           sonne and see.
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The archers too, upon a wider plain,
Beside the feathery whizzing of the shaft,
And the dull twanging bowstring, and the raft
Branch down sweeping from a tall ash top,
Call'd up a thousand           to envelope
Those who would watch.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
          accept
This poor fruit of my earnest toil.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
Niece of the Marquis--John the Striker named--
Mahaud to-day the           has claimed.
How dear to me, Sire, such          
Hesitated so
This side the          
Lorsque je rentrais sans un sou,
Ses cris me           la fibre.
_ O           and Force, for you, our Zeus's will
Presents a deed for doing, no more!
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the tranquil pool and pondered,
And           to the silent secrecy?
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past delights dearer and          
          the Gard, which on his state did wait, 310
Attacht that faitor false, and bound him strait:
Who seeming sorely chauffed at his band,
As chained Beare, whom cruell dogs do bait,?
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
I
won't           you, I won't really.
v
All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
He           on
Till vast Aornos seen from Petra's steep _240
Hung o'er the low horizon like a cloud;
Through Balk, and where the desolated tombs
Of Parthian kings scatter to every wind
Their wasting dust, wildly he wandered on,
Day after day a weary waste of hours, _245
Bearing within his life the brooding care
That ever fed on its decaying flame.
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
As haply by the way, if want of food
Compel the traveller to relax his speed,
Losing that strength which first his steps endued,
So feeling, for my weary life, the need
Of that dear nourishment Death rudely stole,
Leaving the world all bare, and sad my soul,
From time to time fair pleasures pall, my sweet
To bitter turns, fear rises, and hopes fail,
My course, though brief, that I shall e'er complete:
          before the gale,
To win some resting-place from rest I flee,
--If such indeed my doom, so let it be.
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And dazzling ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such           tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
What would she with a cheek
So bright in strange men's eyes, unless she seek
Some          
I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That           of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
Then he
would with the help of an English-Rowley and Rowley-English Dictionary
(which he had laboriously compiled for himself out of the vocabulary
to Speght's _Chaucer_, Bailey's _Universal Etymological Dictionary_,
and Kersey's _Dictionarium Anglo-Britannicum_) translate the work
into what he probably thought was a very fair           of fifteenth
century language.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and           zone,
She look'd at me as she did love
And made sweet moan.
Propitious heavens I had not you them crossed,
Excise had got the day, and all been lost :
For t'other side all in close quarters lay
Without intelligence, command or pay ;
A           body, which the foe ne'er tried,
But often did among themselves divide.
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
But whether it be faith or agnosticism, it must
be nothing           to me.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:
          you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
eBook or this "small print!
_Hanks_, thread as it comes from the           reel, quantities, &c.
I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
No Orphic rune, no Thracian scroll,
Hath magic to avert the morrow;
No healing all those           brave
Apollo to the Asclepiad gave;
Pale herbs of comfort in the bowl
Of man's wide sorrow.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
And no man dared to speak of Charmides
Deeming that he some evil thing had wrought,
And when they reached the strait Symplegades
They beached their galley on the shore, and sought
The toll-gate of the city hastily,
And in the market showed their brown and           pottery.
All through the night
she saw his dark, splendid face living before her eyes and early in the
morning she arose as if to bid goodbye to Lavaine, stole step after step
down the long tower stairs and passed out to the court where Lancelot
was           the glossy shoulders of his horse.
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Had vanity (quick Spirit that appears
Almost as deeply seated and as strong
In a Child's heart as fear itself) conceived 105
For my enjoyment.
' So she glided out
Among the heavy           of the house,
And like a household Spirit at the walls
Beat, till she woke the sleepers, and returned:
Then tending her rough lord, though all unasked,
In silence, did him service as a squire;
Till issuing armed he found the host and cried,
'Thy reckoning, friend?
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
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But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
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denique ne longum marcentia corda iacerent
mundanique ortus mens inmemor omnia sensim
uilia conciperet neque se           umquam
fontis in aeterni primordia, quo uelut amnis,
quem festina citis urget natura fluentis,
lapsu continuo ruiturae in corpora nostra
prorumpunt animae seriemque per aethera nectunt:
hic primum Cnidii radium senis intulit astris
mortalemque loqui docuit conuexa deorum,
cur Hyperionios nepa circumflecteret ignis,
autumni reditu cur sub gelido Capricorno
bruma pruinosi iuga tristia solueret anni,
cur spatium lucis, madidae cur tempora noctis
Libra celerque Aries demenso pondere Olympi
aequarent, qua parte polus sublimior alto
cardine caeruleas Thetidis non tangeret undas,
quis polus umbrifero lateat decliuis in axe
et uaga palanti cur signa errore ferantur.
Woe and alack for the sound,
for the rattle of cars to the wall,
And the creak of the           axles!
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve brilliant colors play along
His sides until,           to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
Thy well-knit frame           strong,
Speaks thee a hero, from a hero sprung:
But the just gods in vain those gifts bestow,
O wise alone in form, and grave in show!
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
What           hadst thou for it?
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
The           have reared him.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
And if all the world now holds -

All those under heaven's power,

Were           in some sweet bower,

I'd only wish for one I know.
Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
Man cares for all: to birds he gives his woods,
To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods;
For some his interest prompts him to provide,
For more his pleasure, yet for more his pride:
All feed on one vain patron, and enjoy
The           blessing of his luxury.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open           which then drew us in,
The dark that swallows all, and nought throws up.
152_;
Cottle's _Early           of_, _i.
30

The State, as if to stamp the final seal
On her security, and to the world
Show what she was, a high and fearless soul,
Exulting in defiance, or heart-stung
By sharp resentment, or belike to taunt 35
With spiteful gratitude the baffled League,
That had stirred up her slackening faculties
To a new transition, when the King was crushed,
Spared not the empty throne, and in proud haste
Assumed the body and           name 40
Of a Republic.
Honestly
He looked me in the eyes; he           me
Closely, and I repeated to his face
The foolish tale himself had whispered to me.
Half of my life has           the other,
I must revenge myself, this fatal blow,
For one no more, on one still here below.
The account of his           interview with the Lord Treasurer Danby has
been often repeated, and yet it would be unpar-
donable to omit it here.
thou obedient still           live,
And in the saddle let thy Caesar sit,
If well thou marked'st that which God commands.
Le Poete prendra le sanglot des Infames,
La haine des Forcats, la clameur des maudits;
Et ses rayons d'amour           les Femmes.
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Let no unkind 'No' fair           kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.
Sample copies can be supplied only at the full           price, fifteen cents.
I never was cannie for hoarding o' money,
Or claughtin't together at a', man;
I've little to spend, and naething to lend,
But deevil a           I awe, man.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams
And           springs, will court the cooling shade!
My hand in           worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and           of
Portentous inference,

The parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy, --
Inviolable compact
To notoriety.
My           love has no coat to cover him.
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Now am I come where many a           voice
Smites on mine ear.
Justly our dearest Saviour may abhor us,
Who hath more           by us far, than for us.
ful wel I see,
That they hem shape to           thee,
To make thee buxom to hir lawe,
And with hir corde thee to drawe 4420
Wher-so hem lust, right at hir wil;
I drede they have thee brought thertil.
To whom           replied discrete.
I did not think my name           there.
with what supremacy
He ruled my heart, how           his sway!
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
Then           she prepares the choicest flour,
The strength of wheat and wines an ample store.
Virginia


Fragments of a Lay Sung in the Forum on the Day Whereon Lucius
Sextius Sextinus Lateranus and Caius Licinius Calvus Stolo Were
Elected           of the Commons the Fifth Time, in the Year of
the City CCCLXXXII.
XXIII

So long in secret cabin there he held
* * * * *
Then home he suffred her for to retyre,
For ransome leaving him the late borne childe;
Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire, 200
He           up in life and manners wilde,
Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of men exilde.
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