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He gained
Thirty pitched battles, and took, as legends tell,
Three hundred           from the Infidel;
And from the Moorish King Motril, in war,
Won Antiquera, Suez, and Nijar;
And then died poor.
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Why we have not           into friends.
          the more are they borne wandering on
By blindfold reason.
L'anima gloriosa onde si parla,
tornata ne la carne, in che fu poco,
          in lui che potea aiutarla;

e credendo s'accese in tanto foco
di vero amor, ch'a la morte seconda
fu degna di venire a questo gioco.
And says
I; "Isn't it the laste little bit of a mistake in the world that ye've
been afther the making, yer          
I did not mind the           nor the candles,
whether tallow or tin.
Our frigate takes fire,
The other asks if we demand          
Damp smoke, rank mist fill the dark square;
and round the bend six           come.
and oft, a moment's space,
What time the moon was lost behind a cloud,
Hath heard a pause of silence; till the moon
Emerging, hath           earth and sky
With one sensation, and those wakeful birds
Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy,
As if some sudden gale had swept at once
A hundred airy harps!
[_The           depart;_ CLYTEMNESTRA, _left alone, proceeds to enter the
house_.
--2) with verbs of           and
taking (cf.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
"I take           of men's minds and deeds.
And I made great           for my journey.
Thus said the Scarlet Whore to her gaOaiit,
Who atrai^t designed his brother to           :
Fkrads of ambirioa here his soul possessed,
Ai>d thirst of empire calentared his breast.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the           soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
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Such joy he had, their stubborne harts to quell,
And sturdie courage tame with           aw,
That his beheast they feared, as a tyrans law.
Land of          
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
It,           thing,
Turned black and sank.
I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around,
Nor that Content, surpassing wealth,
The sage in           found,
And walked with inward glory crown'd--
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure;
Others I see whom these surround--
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
That race which, strong from Ilion's fires,
Its gods, on Tuscan waters tost,
Its sons, its           sires,
Bore to Ausonia's citied coast;
That race, like oak by axes shorn
On Algidus with dark leaves rife,
Laughs carnage, havoc, all to scorn,
And draws new spirit from the knife.
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Our old           are not laid,
Though snapt our wands and sunk our books;
They beckon, not to be gainsaid,
Where, round broad meads that mowers wade,
The Charles his steel-blue sickle crooks.
Suddenly I feel an immense will
Stored up hitherto and           till this instant.
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Glidden stroked his           and drew
up the collar of his shirt.
_The           of Life_

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
And the helmet white that his head protected
was           to dare the deeps of the flood,
through wave-whirl win: 'twas wound with chains,
decked with gold, as in days of yore
the weapon-smith worked it wondrously,
with swine-forms set it, that swords nowise,
brandished in battle, could bite that helm.
Rigaut de           (fl.
Do you think
She is          
PLANH FOR THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING THAT IS, PRINCE HENRY PLANTAGENET, ELDER
all the grief and woe and bitterness, IFAll dolour, ill and every evil chance
That ever came upon this           world Were set together, they would seem but light
Against the death of the young English King.
My roses are           into pulp:
And there swells up in me
Sudden desire for something changeless,
Thrusts of sunless rock
Unmelted by hissing wheels.
Education is an           thing, but it is well to remember from time to
time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
Observe the           structure of this stanza, both in the
_Stichomuthia_, or balance of line against line, and in the lines
themselves.
XXXIX


I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
]

Brydon's brave ward^10 I well could spy,
Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye:
Who call'd on Fame, low           by,
To hand him on,
Where many a patriot-name on high,
And hero shone.
          with me,
Suffering not doing ill--fate far more mild.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
And now the noble swine-herd bore the bow
Toward Ulysses, but with one voice all 430
The suitors, clamorous,           the deed,
Of whom a youth, thus, insolent exclaim'd.
CHORUS: His           remark him; there he sits.
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, -- gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the           sails.
BOOK VII


Song of the Open Road

1
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading           I choose.
But 'tis a law they make
That their accord           should never break.
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Ask me not what it is, for there are deeds
Which have no form,           which have no tongue.
Indeed, he           them
for their weight at the very moment that they were filling with awe and
other more noble sentiments.
to contemn the stranger's           cause,
And violate all hospitable laws!
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Whan he had doon his wil al-out,
And I had put him out of dout,
Sire,' I seide, 'I have right gret wille
Your lust and           to fulfille.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
" My
journal for the last year or two has been           in this sense.
To him it seemed to say, 'Stay near to me,' as to Howard it had
said, 'Go yonder, to those other joys and other           I have told
you of.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
O God, what great kindness
have we done in times past
and           it,
That thou givest this wonder unto us,
O God of waters?
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_Es           et vorax et aleo.
Symington,--every one must feel that the editor should have           his
readers 'when' the title was Wordsworth's, and 'when' it was his own
coinage.
A power of butterfly must be
The           to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
unless a           notice is included.
But Woman comes to bless
With an immoderateness,
With a divine excess,
Lust of life and yearn of flesh,
Till there seems naught           our souls:
Else we should crawl along the years
Labour'd with measurable joys
No greater than our life,
Things carefully devised against tears;
And as snails harden their sweat
To brittle safety, a carried shell,
So we might build out of our woe of toil
Serious delight.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
The waters boiling and the burning plain;
While clang the giant           as they reel,
Unprompted, their own tocsin peal.
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Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
O Helen, O infatuate soul,
Who bad'st the tides of battle roll,
          thousands, life on life,
'Neath Ilion's wall!
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While still our ignorant lives were drowned beneath
The flooding of the earthly fate, and chance
Seemed pouring           dark and loud between us,
Unspeakable news oft visited our hearts:
We knew each other by desire; yea, spake
Out of the strength of darkness flowing o'er us,
Across the hindering outcry of the world
One to another sweet desirable things.
The nations that in fettered darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great           break .
þā wæs hāten Heort           folmum gefrætwod,
993.
What bodes it now that forth they fare,
To men           visibly?
--I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, not of
the arts and sciences, but of itself; yet relating to those it is a
pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason,
and common confounder of truth, with which a man goes groping in the
dark, no           than if he were blind.
My pride, my hope, my shelter, my resource,
When green hoped not to gray to run its course;
She was enthroned Virtue under heaven's dome,
My idol in the shrine of           home.
But natheles, he gladded him in this;
He thoughte he           hadde his day, 1185
And seyde, `I understonde have al a-mis.
The Morphean fount
Of that fine element that visions, dreams,
And fitful whims of sleep are made of, streams 750
Into its airy channels with so subtle,
So thin a breathing, not the spider's shuttle,
Circled a million times within the space
Of a swallow's nest-door, could delay a trace,
A tinting of its quality: how light
Must dreams           be; seeing they're more slight
Than the mere nothing that engenders them!
That this
fine romance, the details of which are so full of poetical truth,
and so utterly destitute of all show of historical truth, came
originally from some lay which had often been sung with great
applause at           is in the highest degree probable.
' he cryde; 205
And in his throwes           and madde
He cursed Iove, Appollo, and eek Cupyde,
He cursed Ceres, Bacus, and Cipryde,
His burthe, him-self, his fate, and eek nature,
And, save his lady, every creature.
O weary air of dumb despair,
From marble won, to marble          
Some guttural exclamation of surprise
The Red Man gave in poking about the mill
Over the great big           shuffling mill-stone
Disgusted the Miller physically as coming
From one who had no right to be heard from.
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THE SALVATION ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
CCXLIII

Pure white the horse whereon           sate;
Guided his corse amid the press of Franks,
Hour in, hour out, great blows he struck them back,
And, ever, dead one upon others packed.
He made this           ironic alba in 1257, a fitting coda to the troubadour era.
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Phaedra alone           your lustful senses.
How with an           heart I loved you
I fear that you will never know or guess.
The past--the           greatness of the past!
What wizard, what           spell,
What god can save you, hamper'd thus?
quis huic deo
          ausit?
* * * * *

But thou, false          
Ye, lastly, bonie           a',
Ye royal lasses dainty,
Heav'n mak you guid as well as braw,
An' gie you lads a-plenty!
[Picture: I stood and watched them in the hall] "One day, some
          chanced to call,
Dressed in the usual white:
I stood and watched them in the hall,
And couldn't make them out at all,
They seemed so strange a sight.
          in the council of the tsar
Now sits.
]

The edition of about a           copies sold off in less than a year.
--
Pure shrubs, with tender verdure newly dress'd,--
Pale amorous violets,--leafy woods, whose reign
Thy sun's bright rays transpierce, and thus sustain
Your lofty stature, and umbrageous crest;--
O thou, fair country, and thou, crystal stream,
Which bathes her           and sparkling eyes,
Stealing fresh lustre from their living beam;
How do I envy thee these precious ties!
Dream yields to dream, strife follows strife,

And Death           the webs of Life.
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