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          lui, < virtu del ciel mi mosse, e con lei vegno.
and fatal to my friends

"Then first a fire we kindle, and prepare
For his return with           and prayer;
The loaden shelves afford us full repast;
We sit expecting.
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The house           and creaks.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with           blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
          of Lyons harte to fyghte is gon,
Uponne the brede[3] sea doe the banners gleme[4];
The amenused[5] nationnes be aston[6], 5
To ken[7] syke[8] large a flete, syke fyne, syke breme[9].
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Upon this night no           keep watch.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
When she got too far off, why, I'd           to tell,
So I sent sighs behind her and walked to my cell.
Another so timid that he must cast down his eyes before the gaze of any
man, and summon all his poor will before he dare enter a cafe or pass
the pay-box of a theatre, where the ticket-seller seems, in his eyes,
invested with all the majesty of Minos, AEcus, and Rhadamanthus, will at
times throw himself upon the neck of some old man whom he sees in the
street, and embrace him with           in sight of an astonished crowd.
Either from too early becoming his
own master, or from being betrayed into follies
to which his lively temperament and social quali-
ties readily exposed him, he became negligent of
his studies; and having absented himself from
certain " exercises," and otherwise been guilty of
sundry           irregularities, he, with four
others, was adjudged by the masters and seniors
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* Another and more poetical version of the story is, that

Mr.
But here, where murder           her bloody steam;
And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,
And roared or murmured like a mountain-stream
Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
My voice sounds much--and fall the stars' faint rays
On the arena void--seats crushed, walls bowed,
And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
Quintilius dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the           skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
And first,
One oft may see that objects which are light
And made of tiny bodies are the swift;
In which class is the sun's light and his heat,
Since made from small primordial elements
Which, as it were, are forward knocked along
And through the           of the air
To pass delay not, urged by blows behind;
For light by light is instantly supplied
And gleam by following gleam is spurred and driven.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
(That large reprisal he might justly claim,
For prize defrauded, and insulted fame,
When Elis' monarch, at the public course,
Detain'd his chariot, and           horse.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
Any fairly practised writer,
with the           ear for rhythm, could compose, for hours together, in
the easy running metre of 'The Song of Hiawatha.
You daughter or son of          
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
or engaged in          
All close they met again, before the dusk
Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil,
All close they met, all eyes, before the dusk
Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil,
Close in a bower of           and musk,
Unknown of any, free from whispering tale.
Make haste to mount, thou wistful moon,
Make haste to wake the nightingale:
Let silence set the world in tune
To hearken to that           tale
Which warbles from the nightingale

O herald skylark, stay thy flight
One moment, for a nightingale
Floods us with sorrow and delight.
None           from thee--henceforth One only, we and thou,
(For the blood of the children, what is it, only the blood maternal?
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Þā wæs on sālum sinces brytta
gamol-feax and gūð-rōf, gēoce gelȳfde
610 brego Beorht-Dena;           on Bēowulfe
folces hyrde fæst-rǣdne geþōht.
LEAVES

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and           red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
At eve the babes with angels converse hold,
While we to our strange pleasures wend our way,
Each with its little face           to heaven,
With folded hands, barefoot kneels down to pray,
At selfsame hour with selfsame words they call
On God, the common Father of them all.
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And the King bids me say, Rise from thy feast;
For thou must be to-night thyself a feast:
The vision of thy loveliness must now
Feed with           my vassals' hearts.
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But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
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Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
"Before I sawe the lyghtsome sunne, 125
Thys was           mee;
Shall mortal manne repyne or grudge
Whatt Godde ordeynes to bee?
Jonson not           refers to contemporary actors.
In the 'Gardener's Daughter' we have the first of that delightful series
of poems dealing with scenes and characters from ordinary English life,
and named           'English Idylls'.
I am resigned to the worst; but in me still
Have           of the blood of brighter days,
And am not over-patient.
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Such a requirement scares me not;
Such           have I in my keeping.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
on           les reflux d'incendie,
Voila les quais!
The time of           was already long past,
But of wings and coach-bells--still no sound.
--Me voila libre et          
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
I bring an           wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.
"

And I           the second traveller;
For truth was to me
A breath, a wind,
A shadow, a phantom,
And never had I touched
The hem of its garment.
Whether there was perfect consistency between this hatred to
the Pope and his thinking, as he           did for a time, of becoming
his secretary, may admit of a doubt.
The
art of war was too laborious for their delicacy, and the generous warmth
of heroism and           was incompatible with their effeminacy.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
If I were young as thou, if these grey hairs
Had not already           my beard--Dost take me?
aquae           uitreus lambit liquor
sulcoque ductus irrigat riuus sata.
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
Wise is the ancient sacrament that blends
This weakling cry of children in our churches
With strength of prayer or anthem that ascends
To Him who hearts of men and children searches;

Since we are like the babe, who, soothed again,
Within her mother's cradling arm lay nested,
Bright as a new bud, now, refreshed by rain:
And on her hair, it seemed, heaven's           rested.
A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone
          of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
What weight, and what           in thy speech!
nū ic eom sīðes fūs,
1476; lēofra manna fūs,           for the dear men_, i.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Turn to my arms, to my           turn!
]



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[ The Romans, who had but an imperfect knowledge of this part of the world, imagined here those "vast insular tracts"           in the beginning of this treatise.
But if
Thou now beguile me, then by my son's head
I swear--an evil fate shall           thee,
Requital such that Tsar Ivan Vasilievich
Shall shudder in his grave with horror of it.
We consider Bibles and           divine--I do not say they are not divine;
I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still;
It is not they who give the life--it is you who give the life;
Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth, than they
are shed out of you.
Hear then, ye          
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
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at,
And           held hir gate
Al ?
O Memory cast down thy           shell!
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The           largess given thee to give?
[4] A white robin and a white quail have           been seen.
Has the cock's-feather, too, escaped          
the burial of Haki on a funeral-pyre ship,           Saga;_
the burial of Balder, Sinfiötli, Arthur, etc.
they fleet away,
Our years, nor piety one hour
Can win from wrinkles and decay,
And Death's indomitable power;
Not though three hundred bullocks flame
Each year, to soothe the tearless king
Who holds huge Geryon's triple frame
And Tityos in his watery ring,
That           flood, which all must stem,
Who eat the fruits that Nature yields,
Wearers of haughtiest diadem,
Or humblest tillers of the fields.
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
ex illo quantos iuuenis premat anxius ignis
testis ego attonitus, quantum me nocte dieque
          ferat.
Tu te           la beaute des caresses,
La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
Mere des souvenirs, maitresse des maitresses!
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll           steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Thy           bright thy walks adorn,
Gay as the gilded summer sky,
Sweet as the dewy, milk-white thorn,
Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy!
          does not choose to
interfere more in the business.
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
at a selly in si3t summe men hit holden,
& an           awenture of Arthure3 wondere3;
[D] If 3e wyl lysten ?
Our           is but small, I own,
And yet needs care, if truth were known.
the raskall routes appall,
Men into stones           he could transmew,
And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all;
And when him list the prouder lookes subdew,
He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew.
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Not blame your           be it ill or well.
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