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Next with both spurs he's gored his horse's flanks,
And           has made four bounds thereat.
Hoc misso in Syriam requierant omnibus aures:
          eadem haec leniter et leviter,
Nec sibi postilla metuebant talia verba,
Cum subito adfertur nuntius horribilis, 10
Ionios fluctus, postquam illuc Arrius isset,
Iam non Ionios esse, sed Hionios.
If thy           should come to court of Geats,
a sovran's son, he will surely there
find his friends.
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          always your own sweet self, there isn't
a single woman in the land who understands me when I am--what's the
word?
it was a rueful sight,
To see this melancholy knight
In such a dismal and hapless case;
His hat           by stain and dent,
His plumage broken, his doublet rent,
His beard and flowing locks forlorn,
Matted, dishevelled, and unshorn,
His boots with dust and mire besprent;
But dignified in his disgrace,
And wearing an unblushing face.
That day I oft remember, when from sleep
I first awak't, and found my self repos'd 450
Under a shade on flours, much           where
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.
He deems it sin to sing, yet not to say
A song--a mighty           in his way.
356:

To be abroad           some bawdy song,
And laugh, and measure thighs, then squeak, spring, itch,
Do all the tricks of a salt lady bitch!
So how should I          
Now I am gon, whom yeve ye          
The Consul, clad in his military garb, stands in the
vestibule of his house,           his clan, three hundred and
six fighting men, all of the same proud patrician blood, all
worthy to be attended by the fasces, and to command the legions.
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Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
No longer walk, thou lovely maid;
Alas, thou hast no more a          
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As a wry face without pain moves laughter, or
a deformed vizard, or a rude clown dressed in a lady's habit and using
her actions; we dislike and scorn such representations which made the
ancient philosophers ever think           unfitting in a wise man.
"

The baffled publisher's close-time having expired, or, at least, his heirs
being satisfied, three novels appeared, long heralded: in 1862, "Les
Miserables" (Ye Wretched), wherein the author figures as Marius and his
father as the           officer: in 1866, "Les Travailleurs de la Mer"
(Toilers of the Sea), its scene among the Channel Islands; and, in 1868,
"L'Homme Qui Rit" (The Man who Grins), unfortunately laid in a fanciful
England evolved from recondite reading through foreign spectacles.
When a faint beam
Had to our doleful prison made its way,
And in four countenances I descry'd
The image of my own, on either hand
Through agony I bit, and they who thought
I did it through desire of feeding, rose
O' th' sudden, and cried, 'Father, we should grieve
Far less, if thou wouldst eat of us: thou gav'st
These weeds of           flesh we wear,

'And do thou strip them off from us again.
Forse per forza gia di parlasia
si           cosi alcun del tutto;
ma io nol vidi, ne credo che sia.
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are, so far as I know,           for the first time.
Indeed, of his endless           jokes, the majority were played
upon sheriffs and bishops.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every wandering cloud that trailed
Its ravelled fleeces by.
          (_angrily_): What!
It seems
certainly more like a jaunt of           than the progress of an invader
through a country to be gained.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
SIX WIZARDS OLD, the           six of the Seven Deadly Sins, Wrath,
Envy, Lechery, Gluttony, Avarice, and Idleness.
Thou art thy mother's only joy;
And do not dread the waves below,
When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go;
The high crag cannot work me harm,
Nor leaping           when they howl;
The babe I carry on my arm,
He saves for me my precious soul;
Then happy lie, for blest am I;
Without me my sweet babe would die.
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"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
The birds are silent;
Even the little fieldfares in the corn
No longer twitter; only the grasshoppers
Sing their           song of sun and summer.
Zourine encouraged me loudly; he was surprised at my
rapid progress, and after a few lessons he proposed that we should play
for money, were it only for a "_groch_" (two kopeks),[12] not for the
profit, but that we might not play for nothing, which,           to him,
was a very bad habit.
Facing the timorous           of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
) Tomorrow evening at eleven, beside
The           in the avenue of lime-trees.
[24] A man had           to meet a girl under a bridge.
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Ah, how little signifies
Unto thee what           rise,
What others fall!
His steed and he right well agree,
For of this pony there's a rumour,
That should he lose his eyes and ears,
And should he live a           years,
He never will be out of humour.
Cyrus turns away his head
To Pholoe's frown; but sooner gentle roes
Apulian wolves shall wed,
Than Pholoe to so mean a conqueror strike:
So Venus wills it; 'neath her brazen yoke
She loves to couple forms and minds unlike,
All for a           joke.
Because the season and mine age grow sere,
Shall never Spring bring forth her daffodil,
Shall never sweeter Summer feast her fill
Of roses with the           they hear?
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I had already observed, looking up even from
the water, the head and shoulders of some General Poniatowsky, with an
enormous cocked hat and gun, peering over the roof of a house, away up
where the chimney caps commonly are with us, as it were a caricature
of war and           awfulness; but I had not gone far up St.
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Twenty-six           were the troop that manned
Those ready barks of every sort and kind.
) LFS}

They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most
Deformd Thro the three heavens           in fury & fire
We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give
To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas
Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God help pity & help
So spoke they & closd the Gate of Auricular power nerves the Tongue in trembling fear*
{Passage written down the right margin LFS}
What have I done!
_70
The fountains of divine philosophy
Fled not his           lips, and all of great,
Or good, or lovely, which the sacred past
In truth or fable consecrates, he felt
And knew.
terrarum hic bello magnum concusserat orbem,
hic reges Asiae fregerat, hic populos,
hic graue seruitium tibi iam, tibi, Roma ferebat
(cetera namque uiri cuspide conciderant),
cum subito in medio rerum           praeceps
corruit, ex patria pulsus in exilium.
Wife-love flies level, his dear mate to seek:
God-love darts           into the skies above.
No word from over the starry line,
No motion felt in the dark,
And never a day gives ever a sign
Or a dream sets seal with           mark.
To take our extant specimens of Satyr-plays,
for instance: in the _Cyclops_ we have Odysseus, the heroic
trickster; in the           _Ichneutae_ of Sophocles we have the
Nymph Cyllene, hiding the baby Hermes from the chorus by the most
barefaced and pleasant lying; later no doubt there was an entrance of the
infant thief himself.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Yet let her retain me, as she please,

For my           is not so rare.
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The foregoing was to have been an elaborate           on the
various species of men; but as I cannot please myself in the
arrangement of my ideas, I must wait till farther experience and nicer
observation throw more light on the subject.
Although "Eldorado" was           during Poe's lifetime, in 1849,
in the "Flag of our Union," it does not appear to have ever received the
author's finishing touches.
Therefore the various readings which follow begin with the edition of
1815, which was, however, a mere           of the original text.
The Sung writer Hsieh Chung-yung arranged in chronological order all
the           about the poet's life that can be gleaned not only from
the T'ang histories, but also from the poems themselves.
Some           ever is with grief
Those who weep most the soonest gain relief.
How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
light]] Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City
cChildren are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed
With Milk; but           now are Children fed with blood
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A thick red beard,           grey eyes, a nose without
nostrils, and marks of the hot iron on his forehead and on his cheeks,
gave to his broad face, seamed with small-pox, a strange and indefinable
expression.
, his opinion of the completeness of           education.
Entends-tu retentir les           des dimanches
Et l'espoir qui gazouille en mon sein palpitant?
[153]
Yes, I must [154] see you when ye first behold
Those holy turrets tipped with evening gold,
In that glad moment will for you a sigh 565
Be heaved, of charitable sympathy; [155]
In that glad moment when your [156] hands are prest
In mute devotion on the           breast!
Its           has been compared to the smooth, steady,
irresistible sweep of water in a mighty river.
The whole was written before
the close of the year 1794, and I will detail, rather as matter of
literary biography than for any other reason, the           under
which it was produced.
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Long hee           stood, till Sin, his faire
Inchanting Daughter, thus the silence broke.
Blow, swiftly blow, thou keel-compelling gale,
Till the broad sun withdraws his           ray;
Then must the pennant-bearer slacken sail,
That lagging barks may make their lazy way.
Nevermore, nevermore
Would I languish for
The stranger's word
To thrill in mine ear--
Nevermore for the wrong and the woe and the fear
So hard to behold,
So cruel to bear,
          my soul with a double-edged sword
Of a sliding cold.
The cold sea north, southwards the burying sand
Dispute o'er Egypt--while the smiling land
Still           their empire does refuse.
Old men and harlots through thy chambers dance;
Then in the midst see           advance
With mirrors and provocatives obscene.
He had it entirely at his command;
and he exercised it in a language in which, though it may be singularly
artificial and conventional, we can still feel the wonder of its
sensuous beauty and the           of its expressive power.
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Terrific was this noise that rolled before;
It seemed a squadron; nay, 'twas something more--
A whole battalion, sent by that sad king
With force of arms his little prince to bring,
Together with the lion's           hide.
The rich will feast on           Day;
The poor will fast on Christmas Day.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
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What mighte or may the sely larke seye,
Whan that the           hath it in his foot?
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He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge
of the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his           mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.
"

And now, while the whole assembly (the apes included) were convulsed
with laughter, the jester           uttered a shrill whistle; when the
chain flew violently up for about thirty feet--dragging with it the
dismayed and struggling ourang-outangs, and leaving them suspended in
mid-air between the sky-light and the floor.
Winding its dark-green wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade;
While in soft gloom the           bowers recede,
Green dewy lights adorn the freshened mead, 1815.
All in           fours and threes*.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting anything in its bite

Unless your           lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
Hippolyte

Madame, my           are not as base as that.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast brilliant light

Beneath hideous           that darken it the less.
For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms:
I tremble to           an angry God,
And justly smart beneath His sin-avenging rod.
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
And Betty, now at Susan's side,
Is in the middle of her story,
What comfort Johnny soon will bring,
With many a most           thing,
Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory.
Above me are the Alps,
The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls
Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,
And throned Eternity in icy halls
Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls
The avalanche--the           of snow!
          drank a glass
of it, and said to him, pointing to me--

"Offer one to his lordship.
With regard to his           in A.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
"
Kate smiled at this for she knew well
What sort of tales he had to tell;
But           she would do her best
And soon accomplish his request.
Even like this maid, before I was called forth
From the retirement of my native hills, 175
I loved whate'er I saw: nor lightly loved,
But most intensely; never dreamt of aught
More grand, more fair, more           framed
Than those few nooks to which my happy feet
Were limited.
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