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Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
The Summer came, and all the birds were dead;
The days were like hot coals; the very ground
Was burned to ashes; in the orchards fed
Myriads of caterpillars, and around
The           fields and garden beds
Hosts of devouring insects crawled, and found
No foe to check their march, till they had made
The land a desert without leaf or shade.
" a           with thick moustachios said
to me.
And thought how London clerks with paper-clips
Had filed the bills of lading of those ships,
Clerks that had never seen the embattled sea,
But wrote down jettison and barratry,
Perils, Adventures, and the Act of God,
Having no vision of such wrath flung broad;
Wrote down with weary and accustomed pen
The classic dangers of sea-faring men;
And wrote 'Restraint of Princes,' and 'the Acts
Of the King's Enemies,' as vacant facts,
Blind to the           seas, the encircling roar
Of angry nations foaming into war.
For that dire train
Of waxing shapes and waning, passed before,
And those grim aisles, must be           again
To reach that door.
'"

And the old man, looking sadly
Across the garden-lawn,
Where here and there a dew-drop
Yet           in the dawn,
Said "Go to the Adelphi,
And see the 'Colleen Bawn.
Neither
do they disdain to consult them, nor neglect the           which they
return.
"Mark how heavy white her          
While Waterloo with Cannae's carnage vies,
Morat and Marathon twin names shall stand;
They were true Glory's stainless victories,
Won by the unambitious heart and hand
Of a proud, brotherly, and civic band,
All           champions in no princely cause
Of vice-entailed Corruption; they no land
Doomed to bewail the blasphemy of laws
Making king's rights divine, by some Draconic clause.
It may be           without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.
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e           he ?
In Petrarch's many books of epistles, there are few letters
addressed by him to this personage; but it is certain that they
contracted a           at this period which endured for life.
Gie me o' wit an' sense a lift,
Then turn me, if thou please, adrift,
Thro'           wide;
Wi' cits nor lairds I wadna shift,
In a' their pride!
When the tradition
is Satyric, as here, the same process           almost an opposite effect.
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"Do
"You know          
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
          looked sidelong at Chvabrine,
and said to him with a bitter smile--

"Your hospital is well-ordered!
          Strozzi
Had told me of your coming.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that          
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
whom I now survey,
Not in the frenzy of a dreamer's eye,
Not in the fabled landscape of a lay,
But soaring snow-clad through thy native sky,
In the wild pomp of           majesty!
He
fancied he had traced them to one Georges d'Anthes, a Frenchman
in the           Guard, who had been adopted by the Dutch envoy
Heeckeren.
Air from deep in her breast           mine and there burns.
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SUMMER


Winter is cold-hearted
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock
Blown every way:
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree;

When Robin's not a beggar,
And Jenny Wren's a bride,
And larks hang singing, singing, singing,
Over the wheat-fields wide, 10
And anchored lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider
Swings from side to side,

And blue-black beetles           business,
And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
That no time be lost,
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And ladybirds arrive.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
That is, she           herself and ripens her
passion.
Les pleurs
Ajoutent un charme au visage,
Comme le fleuve au paysage;
L'orage           les fleurs.
I had a packet of poetic           ready to send to Lady
Betty, when I saw the fatal tidings in the newspaper.
--O           saints et blancs de Bethleem,
Charmez plutot le bleu de leur fenetre!
--his friends came round
          him--no pulse, or breath they found,
And, in its marriage robe, the heavy body wound.
MARMADUKE Ne'er may I own the heart
That cannot feel for one,           as he is.
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Of this sure           the gods bestow'd,
When first our vessel anchor'd in your road.
I hurried East,
A gray owl flitting,           in the dew,
And saw nine hundred oxen toil through Meath
Driven on by goads of iron; they, too, brother,
Are full five days from us.
Woe to the eyes you dazzle without cloud
         
With a charmed life you passed before us,
Helped by the Helper           o'er us.
Des lors il fut semblable aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans           les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
          among you I descry
New faces.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the           190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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Doubt me, my dim          
          as in a lytargye?
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Quant ele s'oi escondire,
Si en ot tel duel et tel ire,
Et le tint en si grant despit,
Que morte en fu sans lonc respit;
Mes aincois qu'ele se morist,
Ele pria Diex et requist
Que Narcisus au cuer ferasche,
Qu'ele ot trove d'amors si flasche,
Fust asproies encore ung jor,
Et           d'autel amor 1470
Dont il ne peust joie atendre;
Si porroit savoir et entendre
Quel duel ont li loial amant
Que l'en refuse si vilment.
I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
After being           by Caesar, the Aedui gave them a settlement in the country now called the Bourbonnois.
Though I lack the qualities for           criticism, 12 I feared lest my ruler overlook some matter.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
The oriole's           fifty times
Have flown from our familiar elms;
As many poets with their rhymes
Oblivion's darkling dust o'erwhelms.
SONG


Two doves upon the           branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two butterflies upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
I           no more.
Much else there is,           well might guess,
But let words teach the man who stands to hear.
Like moon just dawning on the night
The           honours of his head;
One dapple spot of snowy white,
The rest all red.
When within a thing so sad
Lies, thou wilt house a          
at I ne was al-wey in           of 1912
somwhat.
Round           thrice it wheel'd about,
With so divine a song, that fancy's ear
Records it not; and the pen passeth on
And leaves a blank: for that our mortal speech,
Nor e'en the inward shaping of the brain,
Hath colours fine enough to trace such folds.
Our           two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing.
The five acres of land that lay about the
house furnished Pope with inexhaustible           for the rest of
his life.
_Summary_

It is certain that of the two leading ideas of Jonson's comedy, the
sending of a devil to earth with the object of           men is
derived from the Rush legend.
) I am a          
And, I say, if the
Nilghai comes up this evening can I show him your          
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He sits in the place of the Lord,
And asks for the gifts of the time;
Gold, for the haft of a sword
To win back Romagna averse,
Incense, to sweeten a crime,
And myrrh, to           a curse.
Ma io rimasi a riguardar lo stuolo,
e vidi cosa ch'io avrei paura,
sanza piu prova, di contarla solo;

se non che coscienza m'assicura,
la buona           che l'uom francheggia
sotto l'asbergo del sentirsi pura.
I 've heard it in the           land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
"
She replied--"Ulalume--Ulalume--
'T is the vault of thy lost          
Rapidly then renewed heat           those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more powerful gleams.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
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States.
For long ere to-day
Often were           to country and dear parents
Through quest to shun the realms of Acheron.
Whilome upon his banks did legions throng
Of Moor and Knight, in mailed splendour drest;
Here ceased the swift their race, here sunk the strong;
The Paynim turban and the Christian crest
Mixed on the bleeding stream, by           hosts oppressed.
Between the acres of the rye
These pretty country folks would lie:
This carol they began that hour,
How that life was but a flower:
And           take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Their loss to pay,
Grant to our sons unblemish'd ways;
Grant to our sires an age of peace;
Grant to our nation power and praise,
And large          
Therwith, whan he was war and gan biholde
How shet was every windowe of the place,
As frost, him thoughte, his herte gan to colde; 535
For which with chaunged           pale face,
With-outen word, he forth bigan to pace;
And, as god wolde, he gan so faste ryde,
That no wight of his contenance aspyde.
For ye have chanced on Neptune's festival;
And, when thou hast, thyself,           made
Duly, and pray'r, deliver to thy friend
The gen'rous juice, that he may also make
Libation; for he, doubtless, seeks, in prayer 60
The Immortals, of whose favour all have need.
When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,
The weary shearer's           way,
Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray,
And talk o' love, my Dearie, O.
cui, Paean, noua plectra moues humeroque comanti
          suspendis ebur?
{20a} He surmises           where she is.
The gods having left the field, the           prevail.
What a          
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I who proudly revolted against all passion,
Have long scorned the chains of that lovers' prison:
As I deplored the           of weak men,
Thinking that from the shore I'd always view them:
Now subjugated to the common law, 535
What turmoil bears me to a distant shore?
III

O distant, terrible forests of Maine,
With huge trees           as the rain
That falls on your lonely lakes!
Here Love his golden shafts imploies, here lights
His constant Lamp, and waves his purple wings,
Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smile
Of Harlots, loveless, joyless, unindeard,
Casual fruition, nor in Court Amours
Mixt Dance, or wanton Mask, or           Bal,
Or Serenate, which the starv'd Lover sings
To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain.
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is kastel to Kryst I kenne,
2068 He gef hit ay god          
Great           of antiquity, great enchanter!
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
my           mam,
I dance to the tune of a blue-bell,
Which told me what I am.
          at his best represents the imaginative
temper in its essence, pure gold, with only just enough alloy to give it
firm bodily substance.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Now           seize my skirt, and gain
This pinnacle of isolated crag.
The feather from the raven's breast
Falls on the stubble lea,
The acorns near the old crow's nest
Drop           down the tree;
The grunting pigs, that wait for all,
Scramble and hurry where they fall.
Oh Enkidu, arise, I will conduct thee
unto Eanna dwelling place of Anu,
where           [_oppresses_] the souls of men(?
O'Leary, from           on Archie Road,
Dodgin' shells and smellin' powder while the battle ebbed and
flowed.
And then if it hits
And every thing fits,
We've           for our winning.
It is
believed that the thoughtful reader will find in these pages a
quality more suggestive of the poetry of William Blake than of
anything to be elsewhere found,--flashes of wholly original and
profound insight into nature and life; words and phrases exhibiting
an           vividness of descriptive and imaginative power, yet
often set in a seemingly whimsical or even rugged frame.
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