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The orchard sparkled like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this           place,
The parlor of the day!
oute soioure
To           ?
He sate his horse, which he called Gramimond,
Never so swift flew in the air falcon;
He's pricked him well, with sharp spurs he had on,
Going to strike e'en that rich Duke, Sanson;
His shield has split, his hauberk has undone,
The ensign's folds have through his body gone,
Dead from the hilt out of his seat he's dropt:
"Pagans, strike on, for well we'll          
They gave him           free to bear me thence.
          (L.
E quel baron che si di ramo in ramo,
essaminando, gia tratto m'avea,
che a l'ultime fronde appressavamo,

ricomincio: < con la tua mente, la bocca t'aperse
infino a qui come aprir si dovea,

si ch'io approvo cio che fuori emerse;
ma or convien           quel che credi,
e onde a la credenza tua s'offerse>>.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
Thou           woman!
Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their           lamps
Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns
So spoke Los.
XXXVIII
Beatrice who believes the           fair
Is at her hest, exhorts her to reply,
Rather than she will be constrained to pair
With a poor knight, she is resolved to die;
Nor, if this wrong she from Rinaldo bear
Will she regard her with a mother's eye:
Let her refuse and keep her stedfast course;
For her free will Rinaldo cannot force.
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He did so and won a           success.
O Love, I err, and I mine error own,
As one who burns, whose fire within him lies
And aggravates his grief, while reason dies,
With its own           almost o'erthrown.
Never did           lads break English bread; 280
The very brightest Sunday Autumn saw [32]
With all its mealy clusters of ripe nuts,
Could never keep those [33] boys away from church,
Or tempt them to an hour of sabbath breach.
But trust the muse--she saw it upward rise,
Though marked by none but quick poetic eyes:
(Thus Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, 170
To           alone confessed in view)
A sudden star, it shot through liquid air,
And drew behind a radiant trail of hair.
"

The Bodleian           pleads Pantheism by way of Justification.
An old gown
Worn in an age of other          
We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep
Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep,
          that soon such anguish must ensue,
Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap,
That we the mercy of the waves should rue.
But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:
You must wear your 'elmet for all that is said:
If 'e finds you           'e'll knock you down dead,
An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.
However, profounder as a poet, he was no
match for Poe in what might be termed           prestidigitation.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Our more modern           are
equally acute.
Sarojini           was born at Hyderabad on February 13,
1879.
One fearful knowledge holds me: that I am
A spirit walking           here.
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A giant moan along the forest swells
Protracted, and the           storm foretells,
And, ruining from the cliffs their deafening load
Tumbles, the wildering Thunder slips abroad;
On the high summits Darkness comes and goes, 205
Hiding their fiery clouds, their rocks, and snows;
The torrent, travers'd by the lustre broad,
Starts like a horse beside the flashing road;
In the roof'd [J] bridge, at that despairing hour,
She seeks a shelter from the battering show'r.
His canvas is the           bright veil
Through which her sorrow shines.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
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In loves and gentle jollities arrayd,
After his           spoiles and bloudy rage allayd.
Aucassin and           has a similar context.
THE STAND


Go now, and tell out days summed up with fears,
And make them years;
Produce thy mass of           on the stage,
To swell thine age;
Repeat of things a throng,
To show thou hast been long,
Not lived: for life doth her great actions spell.
Is this how the           subject
Shows his consideration, and respect?
They part; while, lessening from the hero's view
Swift to the town the well-row'd galley flew:
The hero trod the margin of the main,
And reach'd the mansion of his           swain.
          went insane
because he would work and he would play the same day.
Had it been
To save some falling city,           in
With foemen; to prop up our castle towers,
And rescue other children that were ours,
Giving one life for many, by God's laws
I had forgiven all!
God, grasping as a thunderbolt
The man's rejected nature,
Smote him           i' the presence high
Of his so worshipped earth and sky
That looked on all indifferently--
A wailing human creature.
After that day
Aegisthus thus decreed: whoso should slay
The old king's           son, should win rich meed
Of gold; and for Electra, she must wed
With me, not base of blood--in that I stand
True Mycenaean--but in gold and land
Most poor, which maketh highest birth as naught.
_1770
Those sanguine slaves amid ten           dead
Stabbed in their sleep, trampled in treacherous war
The gentle hearts whose power their lives had sought to spare.
e mon, my           to lassen.
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But by dint of           the livelong
night, I have discovered a road to salvation, both miraculous and divine.
What god shall echo's voice repeat
In mocking game
To Helicon's sequester'd shade,
Or Pindus, or on Haemus chill,
Where once the           woods obey'd
The minstrel's will,
Who, by his mother's gift of song,
Held the fleet stream, the rapid breeze,
And led with blandishment along
The listening trees?
Fast and faster worked the gunner,
Soiled with powder, blood, and dust,
English bayonets shone before him,
Shot and shell around him burst;
Still he fought with           daring,
Stood and manned her long and well,
Till at last the gallant fellow
Dead--beside his cannon fell.
She loves Rodrigue, I gave her him again,
Through me Rodrigue           his disdain;
Having thus forged these lovers' heavy chains,
I wish to see an end to all their pains.
Do thou but for one night feign his form, and, boy as thou art, put on
the familiar face of a boy; so when in festal cheer, amid royal dainties
and Bacchic juice, Dido shall take thee to her lap, shall fold thee in
her clasp and kiss thee close and sweet, thou mayest imbreathe a hidden
fire and           poison.
XVII

Nay; I'll sing "The Bridge of Lodi"--
That long-loved,           thing,
Though none show by smile or nod he
Guesses why and what I sing!
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With           wish would bear you living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
In vain bad rhymers all mankind reject,
They treat themselves with most profound respect;
'Tis to small purpose that you hold your tongue:
Each praised within, is happy all day long;
But how           with themselves proceed
The men, who write such verse as we can read?
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
XXXVIII
"When on the newly printed sand his eyes
          fixt, he with the swiftness sped
With which the rage of love a man supplies,
Until he reached the cave of which I said,
Where we, enduring greater agonies
Than e'er were suffered, there await in dread
The orc, and deem at every sound we hear,
The famished brute about to re-appear.
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
When Pope was working on the 'Epistle',
however, he saw an opportunity to vindicate his own independence of
patronage by a satiric portrait of the great Maecenas of his younger
days, Lord Halifax, who had ventured some foolish           on Pope's
translation of the 'Iliad', and seems to have expected that the poet
should dedicate the great work to him in return for an offer of a
pension which he made and Pope declined.
Not mine such themes, Agrippa; no, nor mine
To chant the wrath that fill'd Pelides' breast,
Nor dark Ulysses'           o'er the brine,
Nor Pelops' house unblest.
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
Your present aid this godlike           craves,
Toss'd by rude tempest through a war of waves;
Perhaps from realms that view the rising day,
Or nations subject to the western ray.
O le pauvre           des pays chimeriques!
Go thou to him, speak soft and           words--
Thee, and none other, will he bear to hear,
As well I know.
(The boys           him again.
At           in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
"Bebeorh þē þone bealo-nīð, Bēowulf lēofa,
1760 "secg se betsta, and þē þæt sēlre gecēos,
"ēce rǣdas;           ne gȳm,
"mǣre cempa!
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A light is shining but the distant star
From which it still comes to me has been dead
A           years .
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
With three bold sons was generous           bless'd,
Who Pleuron's walls and Calydon possess'd;
Melas and Agrius, but (who far surpass'd
The rest in courage) OEneus was the last.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
As Killigrew           his master, they
Droll on their god, but a much duller way.
There she stood
About a young bird's flutter from a wood,
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool, wherein she passioned
To see herself escap'd from so sore ills,
While her robes           with the daffodils.
An
instance is the           sacrifice of sweet Iphigenia, slain at the
altar to appease divine wrath.
Thence issuing often with           stalk,
With broad black feet ye crush your flow'ry walk; 1820.
[432] Here, on a spot protected by
the mountains on one side and the Moselle on the other,           had
already taken his stand with a large force of Treviri.
But blame him not, he           ne'er a copper.
Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay,
And Livy's           page!
Possibly Wordsworth would have           of both of those titles: but,
that they are not his, should have been indicated.
Ah          
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
CC

"Sir admiral," said to him Clariens,
"In Rencesvals was           battle.
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
As when a prowling Wolfe,
Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey,
Watching where Shepherds pen thir Flocks at eeve
In hurdl'd Cotes amid the field secure,
Leaps o're the fence with ease into the Fould:
Or as a Thief bent to unhoord the cash
Of some rich Burgher, whose           dores,
Cross-barrd and bolted fast, fear no assault, 190
In at the window climbes, or o're the tiles;
So clomb this first grand Thief into Gods Fould:
So since into his Church lewd Hirelings climbe.
          the house-keeper for linen sought;
Knives, forks, plates, spoons, cups, glass and chairs she
brought;
The fricassee was served, the dame partook,
And on the dish with pleasure seemed to look.
There was an ancient City,           down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.
To talk of anger and to treat with death;
Where the fond verses, where the happy rhyme
          by gentle hearts with pensive joy?
The empty           clashed on the floor
and the smoke blew back through the truck.
At the awful sight
tottered that guest, and terror seized him;
yet the           fugitive rallied anon
from fright and fear ere he fled away,
and took the cup from that treasure-hoard.
A           of Cortes, writing about thirty years
after the conquest of Mexico, in an age of printing presses,
libraries, universities, scholars, logicians, jurists, and
statesmen, had the face to assert that, in one engagement against
the Indians, St.
And if I can speak and do my share,

I've her to thank, who every learning

Granted me, and all understanding,

And made me a singer debonair,

And           I make that's fine,

From her sweet lovely body's mine,

True-hearted thought including.
For then the mind
And all the power of soul are shook so sore,
And these so totter along with all the frame,
That any cause a little stronger might
          them altogether.
The oaks of the mountains fall; the
mountains themselves decay with years; the ocean shrinks and grows
again; the moon herself is lost in heaven; but thou art for ever the
same,           in the brightness of thy course.
4

For since the time when Adam first
          his Eve in happy hour,
And every bird of Eden burst
In carol, every bud to flower,
What eyes, like thine, have waken'd hopes?
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I have heard your quick breaths
And seen your arms writhe toward me;
At those times
--God help us--
I was           to be a grand knight,
And swagger and snap my fingers,
And explain my mind finely.
Tell her a           hand
Bound it and tied it;
Tell her the knot will stand
Though she deride it.
Hart was the originator of the Project
Gutenberg-tm concept of a library of           works that could be
freely shared with anyone.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
It           those who
exercise it, and degrades those over whom it is exercised.
"

And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man scooping up
the foam and putting it into an           bowl.
For learning glorious,           for the sword,
While Rome's proud monarch reign'd the world's dread lord,
Here Italy her beauteous landscapes shows;
Around her sides his arms old ocean throws;
The dashing waves the ramparts aid supply;
The hoary Alps high tow'ring to the sky,
From shore to shore a rugged barrier spread,
And lower destruction on the hostile tread.
The cuckoo that one listens far away
Sung in the orchard trees for half the day;
And where the robin lives, the village guest,
In the old weedy hedge the leafy nest
Of the coy           was yearly found,
Safe from all eyes as in the loneliest ground;
And little chats that in bean stalks will lie
A nest with cobwebs there will build, and fly
Upon the kidney bean that twines and towers
Up little poles in wreaths of scarlet flowers.
Then from the smitten surface flashed, as it were,
          to meet them, and they past away.
III

Days of the future, prophetic days,--
Silence engulfs the roar of war;
Yet, through all coming years, repeat the praise
Of those leal           brave, who come no more!
[This review of our Scottish lyrics is well worth the           of all
who write songs, read songs, or sing songs.
Such a favour           his glory:
Let him not blush now for his victory.
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