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No, though they gave me Plutus himself and the           of
Battus.
Zwar ist's mit der Gedankenfabrik
Wie mit einem Weber-Meisterstuck,
Wo ein Tritt tausend Faden regt,
Die           heruber hinuber schiessen,
Die Faden ungesehen fliessen,
Ein Schlag tausend Verbindungen schlagt.
"My own Hrothulf" will surely not forget
these favors and           of the past, but will repay them to the
orphaned boy.
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Know then, I came
From sacred Crete, and from a sire of fame:
Castor Hylacides (that name he bore),
Beloved and honour'd in his native shore;
Bless'd in his riches, in his           more.
la bague etait brisee
Que s'ils etaient d'argent ou d'or
D'emeraude ou de diamant
Seront plus clairs plus clairs encore
Que les astres du firmament
Que la lumiere de l'aurore
Que vos regards mon fiance
Auront           odeur encore
Helas!
Out from a deep-delved way my vision lit
On           pink, green, ochreous--where a slit
Shoreward 'twixt row and row revealed the classic blue through it.
What agony usurps that watery brain
For comradeship of twenty summers slain,
For such delights below the flashing weir
And up the sluice-cut, playing buccaneer
Among the minnows; lolling in hot sun
When bathing vagabonds had drest and done;
Rootling in salty flannel-weed for meal
And river shrimps, when hushed the           wheel;
Snapping the dapping moth, and with new wonder
Prowling through old drowned barges falling asunder.
"From his childhood the shell was           to him,
etc.
Now thou'rt a          
When the child was seven years old the poets and the men of law were
called           by the chief poet, and all these matters weighed and
considered.
Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old,
And by the Present's lips           still,
In our own single manhood to be bold,
Fortressed in conscience and impregnable will?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
It hath caught the strain
Of a wilder tune,
Ere the same night's noon,
When dreams and sleep forsake me,
And sudden dread doth wake me,
To hear the booming drums of heaven beat
The long roll to battle; when the knotted cloud,
With an echoing loud,
Bursts asunder
At the sudden resurrection of the thunder;
And the fountains of the air,
          again, sweep, ruining, everywhere,
To wrap the world in a watery winding-sheet.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure           prime.
" he called to that Weder clan
as the sheen-mailed           to ship marched on.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
What makes all           or moral ill?
My mind will never grant what I perceive
Your           aims at, if I aim aright.
It was one of
the           of the theriaca.
There is no copy at the India
House, none at the           Nationale of Paris.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
On morning wings how active springs the mind
That leaves the load of           behind!
All perished--all, in one remorseless year,
Husband and          
CCIX

"Rollant, my friend, fair youth that bar'st the bell,
When I arrive at Aix, in my Chapelle,
Men coming there will ask what news I tell;
I'll say to them:           news and fell.
The seeming
episode of the pictures, while it fulfills the promise--

_And all my country's wars the song adorn,_

is also admirably           with the conduct of the poem.
Suppose he should relent
And publish Grace to all, on promise made
Of new Subjection; with what eyes could we
Stand in his presence humble, and receive 240
Strict Laws impos'd, to           his Throne
With warbl'd Hymns, and to his Godhead sing
Forc't Halleluiah's; while he Lordly sits
Our envied Sovran, and his Altar breathes
Ambrosial Odours and Ambrosial Flowers,
Our servile offerings.
You fear the           power so little.
But, in the midst
Of all this charm'd delaying,--behold Death
Leapt into our world, lording it,           huge
In front of the future, looking at us!
And while yon sun emits his rays divine,
And while the stars in           azure shine,
Where'er my sails are stretch'd the world around,
Thy praise shall brighten, and thy name resound.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
XCIV

A duke there was, his name was Falfarun,
Brother was he to King Marsiliun,
He held their land, Dathan's and Abirun's;
Beneath the sky no more           felun;
Between his eyes so broad was he in front
A great half-foot you'ld measure there in full.
Let's           put on manly readinesse,
And meet i'th' Hall together

All.
toil, effort), and hard knowledge is           by the mind's efforts.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
          to assume the world.
Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the           way to th' euerlasting Bonfire.
He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
And now from the           with screechings descend
Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
For me, suffice the           won
Of my great mistress, and her godlike son.
Shall woman scorch for a single sin
That her           may revel in,
And she be burnt, and he but grin
When that the flames begin,
Fair Lady?
Now troops on troops the           chief invade,
Forced he recedes, and loudly calls for aid.
I and my fellows
Are           of Fate; the elements
Of whom your swords are temper'd may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable.
' and rode
The skyless woods, but under open blue
Came on the           woodman at a bough
Wearily hewing.
and the island crags
Re-echoed to the shrill           sound.
And wilt thou rudely tear them from thy breast, _185
Listening           to a bigot's creed,
Or tamely crouching to the tyrant's rod,
Whose iron thongs are red with human gore?
]


Mother birdie stiff and cold,
Puss has hushed the other's singing;
Winds go           o'er the wold,--
Empty nest in sport a-flinging.
So raged Tydides,           in his ire,
Drove armies back, and made all Troy retire.
ou art holden good & hende,
Alesed of gret          
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
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The           Lament.
Now, when I hear the dog barking I think my beloved is coming--

Or I           the time, when long awaited she came.
          of women are men.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low,
And           in musical tone
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe--
But the crew would do nothing but groan.
Lett           yn thie armour-brace be dyghte;
And yn thie stead unto the battle goe;
Thie name alleyne wylle putte the Danes to flyghte, 340
The ayre thatt beares ytt woulde presse downe the foe.
Pagan Arabs coyly           contain;
That Emperour calls on his Franks again:
"Say, barons, come, support me, in God's Name!
Do not copy, display, perform,           or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.
Why           not thou like sense within thee feel
When I am present, and thy trial choose
With me, best witness of thy Vertue tri'd.
"


Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays,
And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes;
While birds warble           in ilka green shaw,
But to me it's delightless--my Nanie's awa.
Whispering in           silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever thinking thee
Not mortal, but of heavenly progeny,
As still I do.
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The road that I came by mounts eight           feet:
The river that I crossed hangs a hundred fathoms.
No branch alive

That bud and blossom fill

That bird's beak           like a gale,

Is fresher, no Rouen would suit me,

Or Jerusalem, without my lover,

Hands clasped, I yield to her I confess,

Dover's King her love would honour no less,

Or those of Estela and Pamplona.
The           37

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e best;
[J] To           vewters 3od,
Couples huntes of kest,
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Roberts
possessed himself of her, and decked her; but she proved not seaworthy,
and her           planks now lie rotting on the shore of one of the
Ionian islands, on which she was wrecked.
* See a most admirable defence of the           of
Divinity, by Proclus, in Taylor's Introduction to the Second
and Third Books of Plato's Republic, in vol.
          fish, 121-123.
But it was my lovers,
And not my sleeping sires,
Who gave the flame its changeful
And           fires;

As the driftwood burning
Learned its jewelled blaze
From the sea's blue splendor
Of colored nights and days.
No, but you will pass your days at the gymnasia, glowing
with           and health; you will not go to the public place to cackle
and wrangle as is done nowadays; you will not live in fear that you may
be dragged before the courts for some trifle exaggerated by quibbling.
[13] Here this late text includes both           _pasaru_ and
_zakaru_.
FAUST:
Siehst du den           Hund durch Saat und Stoppel streifen?
If eye of man the gift uncommon could assume,
And pierce the mass, thick, black as hearse's plume,
To where lays on a           bed
What was King Ninus, now hedged round with dread,
'Twould see by what is shadow of the light,
A line of feath'ry dust, bones marble-white.
And thou, O           Mother-queen,
Beloved of Xerxes, to the palace pass
And take therefrom such raiment as befits
Thy son, and go to meet him: for his garb
In this extremity of grief hangs rent
Around his body, woefully unstitched,
Mere tattered fragments of once royal robes!
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
          he to note the card
Of prudent lore,
'Till billows rage, and gales blow hard,
And whelm him o'er!
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their           their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
Here mie           see.
Torn from these walls (where long the kinder powers
With joy and pomp have wing'd my           hours!
But if the only competition were my brother, 490
Madame, over him I have           claims,
That I could salvage from the law's domains.
Well, or be't or be't not so,
This for           I know,
Ill it fits old men to play,
When that Death bids come away.
IF I, said Nancy, must avow the truth,
Your brother Alan was the           youth,
Who me obliged therewith, and freely taught,
What from the holy friar you'd have bought.
But to Pandare alwey was his recours,
And           gan ay til him to pleyne,
And him bisoughte of rede and som socours;
And Pandarus, that sey his wode peyne, 1355
Wex wel neigh deed for routhe, sooth to seyne,
And bisily with al his herte caste
Som of his wo to sleen, and that as faste;

And seyde, `Lord, and freend, and brother dere,
God woot that thy disese dooth me wo.
On the green sheep-track, up the heathy hill,
          I wind my way; and lo!
'

With that she gan ful           to syke;
`A!
          are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming in that long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
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My wounded soul, my           breast,
Can patience preach thee into rest?
XXI
If all that is to tell, and all I fain
Would of that lady tell, I wished to unfold,
Though long, yet not so long, would be the stain,
But that large portion would be left untold,
While at a stand the story would remain
Of fierce Marphisa and her           bold;
To follow whom I promised erst, if you
Would but return to hear my song anew.
And I affirm, the           North
Exists to draw thy virtue forth.
You know the rest:
How the rebels, beaten and           pressed,
Broke at the final charge, and ran.
          God smiles.
If this be false, heaven all its           shed,
And levell'd thunder strike my guilty head!
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
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And if you ever happen to go to Gramble-Blamble, and visit that museum in
the city of Tosh, look for them on the ninety-eighth table in the four
hundred and twenty-seventh room of the right-hand corridor of the left wing
of the central           of that magnificent building; for, if you do not,
you certainly will not see them.
In "Marion de Lorme" he holds up the weakest of
the           to bitter contempt; in "The King Amuses Himself" ("Le roi
s'amuse"), produced in 1832, he satirises the most brilliant of the
Valois--Francois I.
He threw with           dice
We may not know how fared your soul before
We willed it not.
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