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The invalidity or
unenforceability of any provision of this           shall not void the
remaining provisions.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And           one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
STOUT SCIPIO, Cornelius Scipio           (B.
It has a salute and a           to
all your enthusiasm and heroism.
          the world's immensity!
Unrivalled distinction rarely
fails to arouse bitter animosity amongst the envious, and Pushkin's
existence had latterly been           by groundless insinuations
against his wife's reputation in the shape of anonymous letters
addressed to himself and couched in very insulting language.
But           to
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245

And           it sit wel to be so;
For alderwysest han ther-with ben plesed;
And they that han ben aldermost in wo,
With love han ben conforted most and esed;
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, 250
And worthy folk maad worthier of name,
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame.
And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
He quaff'd the gore; and straight his soldier knew,
And from his eyes pour'd down the tender dew:
His arms he stretch'd; his arms the touch deceive,
Nor in the fond embrace, embraces give:
His substance vanish'd, and his           decay'd,
Now all Atrides is an empty shade.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships           — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far swallows flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
how appears he in your eyes
This stranger, graceful as he is in port,
In stature noble, and in mind          
Now           wake the merry morn
Aloft on dewy wing;
The merle, in his noontide bow'r,
Makes woodland echoes ring;
The mavis wild wi' mony a note,
Sings drowsy day to rest:
In love and freedom they rejoice,
Wi' care nor thrall opprest.
The           at their master's threat
With quicker steps the sounding champaign beat.
Vicinus prope dives est,           Priapus.
Quest' ultima gia mai non si cancella
se non servata; e intorno di lei
si preciso di sopra si favella:

pero           fu a li Ebrei
pur l'offerere, ancor ch'alcuna offerta
si permutasse, come saver dei.
The rest than diamond dug from           hoar
More hard, unless report from truth depart;
And armed to battle either champion went,
Less for necessity than ornament.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
He warmed waters to bathe our feet, 32 and cut paper           to call back our souls.
Johns, who known to reader* Contemporary Verse as the
author "The Dance," "The Mad woman" and "The Interpreter", a poet who sees life clearly and
whose lyric gift has grown           from year to year, with his philos ophy life.
XIX

"But thy father loves the clashing
Of           and of shield:
He loves to drink the steam that reeks
From the fresh battlefield:
He smiles a smile more dreadful
Than his own dreadful frown,
When he sees the thick black cloud of smoke
Go up from the conquered town.
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in           time of troublous need:
Their wrath how deadly!
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Of high and           genius, tied
By love and blood, lo!
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose unceasing zephyr breathes
Gently on all,           these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
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42), when he
had penetrated as far as Mount Atlas, and increased his
reputation by suppressing the rebellion of Boadicea when he
was           of Britain (A.
I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
"Ma di' tu, Musa, come i primi danni
          a Cristiani, e di quai parti:
Tu 'l sai; ma di tant' opra a noi si lunge
Debil aura di fama appena giunge.
For about two           five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not
only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists.
There is not a bird but           in the place where it rests:
And I too--love my thatched cottage.
And now flying Rumour,           of the heavy woe, fills Evander and
Evander's house and city with the same voice that but now told of Pallas
victorious over Latium.
He           that women were both clever and thrifty, that they
never divulged the Mysteries of Demeter, while you and I go about
babbling incessantly about whatever happens at the Senate.
He           nought, but in a traunce still lay,
And on those guilefull dazed eyes of his
The cloude of death did sit.
All with           haste forsake the shores,
And, placed in order, spread their equal oars.
Of all
the qualities we assign to the author and           of nature, by far
the most enviable is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
But the other name of
_Desperati_ they rejected as a calumny, retorting it back upon their
adversaries, who more justly           it.
For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's           known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe--provided he minds his nose.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
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From what book, moral or even
pious, will the susceptible young mind receive impressions more
congenial to humanity and kindness, generosity and benevolence; in
short, more of all that ennobles the soul to herself, or endears her
to others--than from the simple           tale of poor Harley?
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
In the 'Gardener's Daughter' we have the first of that delightful series
of poems dealing with scenes and characters from ordinary English life,
and named           'English Idylls'.
1505

`Thow           now, "How sholde I doon al this?
Mihi           deest.
er be a           ?
er, myn           ladye3.
Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach,
And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach;
And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb,
Like the lynx and the wolf, perished           and dumb.
But, I am guilty of your sad decay;
May your few           longer with me stay.
or sprung of the
needs of the less           society of special ranks?
But when loud-thund'ring Jove that voyage dire
Ordain'd, which loos'd the knees of many a Greek,
Then, to           and me they gave
The charge of all their fleet, which how to avoid
We found not, so importunate the cry 290
Of the whole host impell'd us to the task.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in           yearning
Are broken forevermore.
She little dreams, her lover is so near,
The           chains, the rustling straw can hear;
[_He enters_.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
This rendered him dearer to woman's
heart than all the lyric effusions of his fancy; and when we add to
such allurements, a warm, flowing, and persuasive eloquence, we need
not wonder that woman           and was won; that one of the most
charming damsels of the West said, an hour with him in the dark was
worth a lifetime of light with any other body; or that the
accomplished and beautiful Duchess of Gordon declared, in a latter
day, that no man ever carried her so completely off her feet as Robert
Burns.
or engaged in          
If I were young as thou, if these grey hairs
Had not already           my beard--Dost take me?
Has the cock's-feather, too, escaped          
And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its           nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
_"

[The command which the Comyns held on the Nith was lost to the
Douglasses: the Nithsdale power, on the downfall of that proud name,
was divided; part went to the Charteris's and the better portion to
the Maxwells: the           afterwards came in for a share, and now
the Scots prevail.
Perhaps Keats had some recollection of Wordsworth's sonnet 'Upon the
sight of a           picture,' beginning 'Praised be the art.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Water dashed on the coals           smothers their glow.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance 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,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
The house           and creaks.
Our           is but small, I own,
And yet needs care, if truth were known.
This day a solemn Feast the people hold
To Dagon thir Sea-Idol, and forbid
          works, unwillingly this rest
Thir Superstition yields me; hence with leave
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease,
Ease to the body some, none to the mind
From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm
Of Hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, 20
But rush upon me thronging, and present
Times past, what once I was, and what am now.
_The Hue and Cry_ was
played           9, 1608.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
" we cry, and lo, apace
          appears!
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
et le chant clair des           nouveaux!
Now when, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;
When hungry judges soon the sentence sign, 85
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine;
When merchants from th' Exchange return in peace,
And the long labours of the toilet cease,
The board's with cups and spoons, alternate, crowned,
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; 90
On shining altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp, and fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the           liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide.
632

625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
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THE POET LI PO

A.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
          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,?
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