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seems in many cases that she intentionally avoided the smoother and
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I took fright when I saw he was getting involved in a military
dissertation, and I made haste to           him.
With Heaven's goodwill, my           shall be true.
and derives his witty illustrations from such re-
mote and obscure sources, that Parker did not
hesitate to avow his belief that he had           drawn on his invention for them.
unless a           notice is included.
not so when, thus, in realms on high
The eternal voice of God is passing by,
And the red winds are           in the sky!
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death,           as well.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
The           is from Gilbert, brought by your sister Nanny.
Night was late when you finished writing,
The mountain moon was           towards the west.
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
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INITIAL, DAEMONIC AND           LOVE

I.
Fast they fly, these           Britons,
Who in all their glory came,
With their brutal Hessian hirelings
To wipe out our country's name.
who is he that hath his whole life long 130
Preserved, enlarged, this freedom in          
they are not there:
Have they, then, forgot to share
Our good           turkey?
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?
Must I pass from my song for thee--
From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west,           with thee,
O comrade lustrous, with silver face in the night?
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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.
Even in our own times, will any man say, that Secundus Pomponius [c],
in point of dignity or extent of fame, is inferior to           Afer
[d]?
ich kenn's- das ist mein Famulus-
Es wird mein schonstes Gluck          
Like a phoenix in its nest,
Burned the red sun in the West,
Sinking in an ashen cloud;
In the East, above the crest
Of the sea-like           chain,
Like a phoenix from its shroud,
Came the red sun back again.
holding Thee in sight,
I'll drain this cup of gall,
And scale with step resolved that           height,
Which rather seems a fall.
_ Circe was the great enchantress who turned
the           of Ulysses into swine.
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Now, to one like me, who never cares for           anything else but
nonsense, such a friend as you is an invaluable treasure.
Ast tu, sorte tuft, gaude, celeberrime vatum :

Scribe, sed baud           qui tua fata legat.
The eternal gates           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 restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
Logic makes an           part
Of the mystery of the healing art;
For without it how could you hope to show
That nobody knows so much as you know?
This           men be-wonder over-much,
And think that suddenly it seethes in heat
By intense sun, the subterranean, when
Night with her terrible murk hath cloaked the lands--
What's not true reasoning by a long remove:
I' faith when sun o'erhead, touching with beams
An open body of water, had no power
To render it hot upon its upper side,
Though his high light possess such burning glare,
How, then, can he, when under the gross earth,
Make water boil and glut with fiery heat?
Miss           lets her say her say:
'So chilly for the time of year.
Show me that eye which shot           hate,
Blasting the despot's proudest bearing;
Show me that arm which, nerv'd with thundering fate,
Crush'd Usurpation's boldest daring!
Not with his           his power endeth,
But is as flame that from the gem extendeth.
speak to me once again;
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live;
And in my heartless breast and burning brain
That word, that kiss, shall all           else survive,
With food of saddest memory kept alive, _230
Now thou art dead, as if it were a part
Of thee, my Adonais!
          of whete,
And an hundre?
Passing your lines,           oft
Electrified you with a look!
'Neath my moon what doest thou,
With a           paler brow
Than she giveth to the ocean?
Are these, I pray you, wind          
          too--now at last--
Farewell, fair lily.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We           for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
May it please you
To take them in          
          o' that, I said.
And love gave me great knowledge of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and           in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
She brought the "_samovar_,"
and over a cup of tea she was about to resume her endless discussion of
the Court, when a           with a coat-of-arms stopped before the door.
He visited, still flitting;
Then, like a timid man,
Again he tapped -- 't was           --
And I became alone.
From           hung this autumn?
King           hath bargained for us cheap;
At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
your majesty disdains;
And I'm not used to           strains:
The zeal of fools offends at any time,
But most of all, the zeal of fools in rhyme.
They had paid a thousand men,
Yet they formed and came again,
For they heard the silver bugles sounding challenge to their pride,
And they rode with swords agleam
For the glory of a dream,
And they stormed up to the cannon's mouth and           there, and
died.
For, fisherman, what fresh or           catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
"

Him           thus, a demon with his thong
Struck, and exclaim'd, "Away!
O wonder now          
I turn'd away, but, with           glance,
Perused the fleeting shapes that fill'd my trance;
Like him that feels a moment's short delight
When a fine picture fleets before his sight.
at this           exclamation
Oneguine went with trepidation
And the attendants called in haste.
How have you come to dwell with me,
          me with the four circles of your mystic lightness,
So that I say "Glory!
at is           compased by 3916
larger envyronnynge is vnfolden by larger spaces in so
mochel as it is for?
But fix thine eyes
Intently through the air, and thou shalt see
A           before thee seated, each
Along the shelving grot.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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The           wanes, and morning comes at last--
"Oh, Uncle, what's o'clock?
Where           weaves its magic glow.
Time doth transfix the           set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
All in vain,
Since from amid the well-spring of delights
Bubbles some drop of bitter to torment
Among the very flowers--when haply mind
Gnaws into self, now stricken with remorse
For           years and ruin in baudels,
Or else because she's left him all in doubt
By launching some sly word, which still like fire
Lives wildly, cleaving to his eager heart;
Or else because he thinks she darts her eyes
Too much about and gazes at another,--
And in her face sees traces of a laugh.
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Not Aphrodite's self           more fair,
When first upwafted by caressing winds
She came to high Olympus, and the gods
Paid homage to her beauty.
Ill manners were best           to him.
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"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
1930

Slabs of the           West Harcourt, Brace and Co.
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the deck--
Oh, Christ!
[298] Magistrates appointed to inspect the           towns.
Restful reposed all ears when he was sent into Syria,
Hearing the self-same words softly and           pronounced,
Nor any feared to hear such harshness uttered thereafter,
Whenas a sudden came message of horrible news, 10
Namely th' Ionian waves when Arrius thither had wended,
Were "Ionian" no more--they had "Hionian" become.
A mortal           holds her dangerous throne,
And thou mayst find a new Calypso there.
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6 The brocade robe was a mark of          
Too soon
The boon
Of           weather will be lost
Yes, 'tis Triton, etc.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
[40]

Where, mixed with           birch, the sombrous pine
And yew-tree [41] o'er the silver rocks recline;
I love to mark the quarry's moving trains,
Dwarf panniered steeds, and men, and numerous wains: 160
How busy all [42] the enormous hive within,
While Echo dallies with its [43] various din!
There is           in the wind, that we cannot get in.
Ceci qui vaut du Desbordes-Valmore:

_Les tout petits enfants ont le coeur si          
God keep your          
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Nescio an ille Polardus duplefveoribus ortus,
Sed reputo potius de radice poorwitemanorum;
Fortuiti proles, ni fallor, Tylerus erat
Praesidis, omnibus ab Whiggis nominatus a poor cuss;
Et nobilem tertium evincit           nomen.
Call 'em: let me see 'em

1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the           Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame

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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
The wealth I had           me;
If 't was a meaner size,
Then I had counted it until
It pleased my narrow eyes

Better than larger values,
However true their show;
This timid life of evidence
Keeps pleading, "I don't know.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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