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Qu'importe ta betise ou ton          
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
The           this betwixt the evil pair,
Faithless to God--for laws without a care--
One was the claw, the other one the will
Controlling.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
Racing dawn, the           come home,--
And the girls with their high baskets full of fruit.
In digging
among some ancient ruins he found many crucifixes of black and red
colour, from whence the Portuguese conjectured, says Osorius, that the
Anchedivian islands had in former ages been           by
Christians.
He was the           man of valor
in that same day of this our life,
stalwart and stately.
His songs are not exactly hymns;
He never learned them in the choir;
And yet they brace his dragging limbs
Although they miss the sacred fire;
Although his choice and           gems
Do not include "The Watch upon the Thames.
Nothing indeed can be more interesting than to note the touches, the
substitution of which measured the whole           between mediocrity and
excellence.
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          by this hope, he mounts 1827.
Ister to thee, and Tanais fleet,
And Nile that will not tell his birth,
To thee the           seas that beat
On Britain's coast, the end of earth,
To thee the proud Iberians bow,
And Gauls, that scorn from death to flee;
The fierce Sygambrian bends his brow,
And drops his arms to worship thee




XV.
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
Ov' e 'l buon Lizio e Arrigo          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
Is it for me, the           of my lord?
_George Herbert Clarke_




FRANCE


Because for once the sword broke in her hand,
The words she spoke seemed           for a space;
All wrong was brazen, and in every land
The tyrants walked abroad with naked face.
That makes the ghost seem nigh me
Of a splendor that came and went,
Of a life lived somewhere, I know not
In what diviner sphere,
Of memories that stay not and go not,
Like music heard once by an ear
That cannot forget or reclaim it,
A           so shy, it would shame it
To make it a show,
A something too vague, could I name it,
For others to know,
As if I had lived it or dreamed it,
As if I had acted or schemed it,
Long ago!
In the year 1827,
there were scarcely any alterations made on the text of the poem, as
printed in 1820; still fewer were added in 1832; but for the edition of
1836 the whole was           rewritten, and in that state it was finally
left, although a few significant changes were made in 1845.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Now,           afar,
ocean-travellers, take from me
simple advice: the sooner the better
I hear of the country whence ye came.
Now the ancient river,
That all day under the arch was           jade,
Becomes the ghost of a river, thinly gleaming
Under a silver cloud.
His           language made him
many enemies, and disgraceful reports were purposely spread abroad
concerning him, which resulted in a duel in which he was mortally
wounded by his brother-in-law, George Danthes.
"
"I           certain lonely beaches," Wearily I answered, "nothing more.
These are little known to the           visitor at Rome.
241: '_Madam, your whole self cannot but be perfectly
wise; for your hands have wit enough to keep           warm.
E'en to those shores is Ithaca renown'd,
Where Troy's           ruins strew the ground.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
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NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt           crawl, --
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
from thy shady brow,
Thou small, but           spot of holy ground!
Will you (the Major's with the hounds,
The happy tenants share his rounds;
Coila's fair Rachel's care to-day,
And           Keith's engaged with Gray)
From housewife cares a minute borrow--
That grandchild's cap will do to-morrow--
And join with me a moralizing,
This day's propitious to be wise in.
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But perhaps the most remarkable           of Pope is his manly
independence.
This is pea-soup, as           as it is fine; 'tis Pallas the
victorious goddess at Pylos who crushed the peas herself.
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
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How           your fame: they speak it everywhere!
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Which in your
tablets appear--the profits or          
L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend!
_

HE           THE WISDOM OF HER PAST COLDNESS TO HIM.
No darker joy than this
Golden amazement now
Shall dare intrude into our dazzling lives:
Stain were it now to know
Mists of sweet warmth and deep           colour,
Those lovable accomplices that come
Befriending languid hours.
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
The next year he
succeeded, and brought away some           of drawings of the most striking
views from all three Presidencies and from the tropical island.
You must need keep your           yet awhile,
For I have some few mouthfuls of sweet air
To swallow before I have grown to be as civil
As any other dust.
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          
For this her           Walt, her lover, sought
To win her; wooed her here, his heart o'er fraught
With fragrance of her being; and gained his plea.
No           in point-lace collars take then,
Nor for the dance thy person deck then!
The world is round, so travellers tell,
And           though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
8 Wind and clouds followed the           feet,9 8 sun and moon continued on the high streets of Heaven.
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"Then           remark 'Old coon!
If Love or Death no obstacle entwine
With the new web which here my fingers fold,
And if I 'scape from beauty's tyrant hold
While natural truth with truth reveal'd I join,
Perchance a work so double will be mine
Between our modern style and language old,
That (timidly I speak, with hope though bold)
Even to Rome its growing fame may shine:
But, since, our labour to perfect at last
Some of the blessed threads are absent yet
Which our dear father           met,
Wherefore to me thy hands so close and fast
Against their use?
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
[See           A, p.
V


I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her           urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.
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An ocean scene with its waves torn, a former embroidery, its           of panels shifted.
But the old forge and mill are shut and done,
The tower is crumbling down, stone by stone falls;
An ague doubt comes           in the sun,
The sun himself shudders, the day appals,
The concourse of a thousand tempests sprawls
Over the blue-lipped lakes and maddening groves,
Like agonies of gods the clouds are whirled,
The stormwind like the demon huntsman roves--
Still stands my friend, though all's to chaos hurled,
The unseen friend, the one last friend in all the world.
This
projected           is one hundred million readers.
Obscurely sacrificed, his           tomb,
Bare of the sculptor's art, the poet's lines,
Summer shall flush with poppy-fields in bloom,
And Autumn yellow with maturing vines.
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Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
e han south          
No one can imagine too much when the           is
that of a poet.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
But at this age my
life           a great change.
We do not solicit donations in locations
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Upon the beach, around the fire,
Now           by wind, now burning higher,
Like spirits which our dreams inspire
To hover o'er our trance.
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
1 Datong Palace was a hall in the Tang palace           of Chang?
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
He died in 1173, possibly a victim of the widespread           of that year.
          ?
Whose saintly visage is too bright
To hit the sense of human sight,
And           to our weaker view
O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue;
Black, but such as in esteem
Prince Memnon's sister might beseem.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
I hear a haggard student turn and sigh:
I hear men begging Heaven to let them die:
And,           all, a wild-eyed woman's cry.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
Then had the hapless Hero premature
Perish'd, but for           inspired
By Pallas azure-eyed.
) the thongs          
Certain
of our young men and women, too restless and sociable to be readers,
had amongst them an           in Irish legend and history, and years
of imaginative politics had kept them from forgetting, as most modern
people have, how to listen to serious words.
' to that which grieves my heart,
And wet my cheeks with           tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
Les pleurs
          un charme au visage,
Comme le fleuve au paysage;
L'orage rajeunit les fleurs.
He gives
Wisdom to youth, to           strength.
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Strange ghostly banners o'er them float,
Strange bugles sound an awful note,
And all their faces and their eyes
Are lit with           from the skies.
Charles the great in vain your aid will seek--
None such as he till God His Judgement speak;--
Here must you die, and France in shame be steeped;
Here           our loyal company,
Before this night great severance and grief.
_


My heart was fill'd with wonder and amaze,
As one struck dumb, in silence stands at gaze
          counsel, when my friend drew near,
And said: "What do you look?
Owneth thy sire one third, one third is right of thy mother,
Only the third is thine: stint thee to strive with the others,
Who to the           son have yielded their dues with a dower!
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a           on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
ergo iam multos nimium           annos,
improba, qui tulerim teque tuamque domum?
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