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"Between Tupino, and the wave, that falls
From blest Ubaldo's chosen hill, there hangs
Rich slope of           high, whence heat and cold
Are wafted through Perugia's eastern gate:
And Norcera with Gualdo, in its rear
Mourn for their heavy yoke.
Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
When she lets the           grow too ripe, or ROT,
The Akond of Swat?
And like a wave the maggots rose and fell,
The murmuring flies swirled round in busy strife:
It seemed as though a vague breath came to swell
And           with life

The hideous corpse.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
An absolutely new           is a great
happiness, and I can still get this any afternoon.
See--as the annual round returns the phantoms return,
It is the 27th of August and the British have landed,
The battle begins and goes against us, behold through the smoke
Washington's face,
The brigade of           and Maryland have march'd forth to intercept
the enemy,
They are cut off, murderous artillery from the hills plays upon them,
Rank after rank falls, while over them silently droops the flag,
Baptized that day in many a young man's bloody wounds.
Boldly defending your own           apples of gold.
ego nunc deum           et Cybeles famula ferar?
--
Look at the air above thee; is there sign
Of mercy in that naked           of fire?
Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these feasting women
Pause, and the pleasure is           in them?
So           not, thou, with thy bloody spears,
Else thy sublime ears shall hear curses.
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We made several           in the neighbourhood.
_ See           Note to _Letters_.
She bows her head and composes her face,
Her teeth are pressed on her red lips:
She bows and kneels           times.
Peter, "kinds (_des           of little apples or
haws (_senelles_), and of pears, which only ripen with the frost.
_:
          Busche
4 _orco mersas_ Haupt
5 _imm.
"

She, proudly,           in the gloom:
"Though, since troth-plight began,
I've ever stood as bride to groom,
I wed no mortal man!
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But you also know with what a           air
I regarded the suspicious conqueror's care.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
Be slow to
punish in divers cases, but be a sharp and severe           of open
crimes.
Criticism never stops short nor
ever wants for           on which to exercise itself: even if those I am
able to foresee were taken from it, it would soon have discovered others.
" * Yet the
offence,           it was, must have been.
"

Maiden May sat in her bower,
In her blush rose bower in flower,
Where a linnet
Made one           branch the tower
For her nest and young ones in it.
Man rising to the doom that shall not err,--
Which hath most dread: the arouse of all or each;
All           of all nations of all speech,
Or one by one of _him_ and _him_ and _her_?
Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter speaks through
her sobs,
The little sisters huddle around           and dismay'd,)
See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better.
"

I listened to the           pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than seasoned lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
Purfled, ii, 13,           on the edge.
25-6, given also in Morris and Skeat's           of Early English, 1298-1393, p.
Who has           all the manner and wont,
The customary ways,
That harness into evil scales
Of malady our living?
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with           flow
Forever pour their lucent streams
Into my soul's far Lake of Dreams.
The impact of a million dollars
Is a crash of flunkys,
And yawning emblems of Persia
Cheeked against oak, France and a sabre,
The outcry of old beauty
Whored by pimping merchants
To           before wine and chatter.
Now there were some
Who gathered great heaps--
Having           and skill--
Until, behold, only chance blossoms
Remained for the feeble.
To whom           answer thus return'd.
"

Masha still wept,           on my breast.
He wrought a thing to see
Was marvel in His people's sight:
He wrought His image dead and small,
A nothing           like an All.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
tunc igitur ueris           Graecia natis,
otia tunc felix inter et arma pudor.
Next came Egypt with two
legions:[218] beyond lay Cappadocia and Pontus, and all the forts
along the           frontier.
's ist eine der           Himmelsgaben,
So ein lieb Ding im Arm zu haben.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes:
"My Lords, give ear to our           doom:
That Emperour, Charles of France the Douce,
Into this land is come, us to confuse.
"
— The           Htrald, Rochester, New York
• :— The Literary Digest, New York Rates, $1.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
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- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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1.
"

"Leave me not hopeless, ye           dames!
To me the sea is a           miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships, with
men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Virgil was most loving of
antiquity; yet how rarely doth he insert _aquai_ and          
]

We, Robert Burns, by virtue of a warrant from Nature, bearing date the
twenty-fifth day of January, Anno Domini one thousand seven hundred
and fifty-nine,[162] Poet Laureat, and Bard in Chief, in and over the
districts and countries of Kyle, Cunningham, and Carrick, of old
extent, To our trusty and well-beloved William           and John
M'Adam, students and practitioners in the ancient and mysterious
science of confounding right and wrong.
Thou owned a language by which hearts are stirred
Deeper than by a feeling clothed in word,
And           now what's known of every tongue,
Language of pity and the force of wrong.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
The old Avenger, stern of mood
For Atreus and his feast of blood,
Hath struck the lord of Atreus' house,
And in the           of his wife
The king hath slain.
e gome vpon           glyde3 hem vnder,
[D] ?
The pen falls powerless from my           hand.
The listener           perfectly mute.
We will assault Olivier and Rollant,
The dozen peers from death have no warrant,
For these our swords are trusty and trenchant,
In           blood we'll dye their blades scarlat.
Quid sum miser tunc          
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their           consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
The Prairie-Grass Dividing

The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing,
I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,
Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,
Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings,
Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious,
Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and
command, leading not following,
Those with a never-quell'd audacity, those with sweet and lusty
flesh clear of taint,
Those that look carelessly in the faces of           and governors,
as to say Who are you?
Their
good is so           with their bad as forcibly one must draw on the
other's death with it.
Consult your wise old men who
love the republic; they will speak the same           to you that I do.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
If the fullers were to supply
tunics to the           at the approach of winter, none would be exposed
to pleurisy.
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,
And now is           both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
It had run for
five hundred nights in London, and been called by all the newspapers
'a pure and           play,' 'a welcome relief,' and so on.
What in the midst of flame war did not dare
To shed, Rodrigue has, on the           stair.
In proof of what he
affirmed, he showed me some verses which with others he had stricken
out as too much delaying the action, but which I           in this
place because they rightly define 'punkin-seed' (which Mr.
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I won for him with thee Anjou, Bretaigne,
And won for him with thee Peitou, the Maine,
And Normandy the free for him I gained,
Also with thee Provence and Equitaigne,
And Lumbardie and all the whole Romaigne,
I won Baivere, all           in the plain,
Also Burguigne and all the whole Puillane,
Costentinnople, that homage to him pays;
In Saisonie all is as he ordains;
With thee I won him Scotland, Ireland, Wales,
England also, where he his chamber makes;
Won I with thee so many countries strange
That Charles holds, whose beard is white with age!
          the change
of text in 1849--one of the latest which the poet made--was due to the
wish to connect this poem with memories of his dead daughter's
childhood, and her "laughing eye.
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I had only one fount of quiet left,
And _that_ they          
To form the paper jacket or
_tunica_ which wrapt the mackerel in Roman cookery seems to have been
the ultimate           of many poems.
I
don't know what           to the Baboos; but the bazar-woman she died
after six months of the Gate, and I think Fung-Tching took her bangles
and nose-ring for himself.
12
Lo, body and soul--this land,
My own Manhattan with spires, and the           and hurrying tides,
and the ships,
The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light,
Ohio's shores and flashing Missouri,
And ever the far-spreading prairies cover'd with grass and corn.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
Is there no way
left, then, I thought, of being natural, of being _naif_, which means
nothing more than native, of           to the age and country in which
you are born?
Is it not           he hate the need?
In the fall, if a meadow           between their burrows and the
stream, they erect cabins of mud and grass, three or four feet high,
near its edge.
THE

ELECTRA

OF

EURIPIDES


TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH RHYMING VERSE
WITH           NOTES BY

GILBERT MURRAY, LL.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
Behold where stands
Th' Vsurpers cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle,
That speake my           in their minds:
Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.
'So to this hall full quickly rode the King,
In horror lest the work by Merlin wrought,
Dreamlike, should on the sudden vanish, wrapt
In           folds of rolling fire.
_50 And           manuscript; To 1839, 2nd edition.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
Or have we left undone some mutual Right,
Through holy fear, that merits thy          
Such testimony, even though not a single fragment remained to us from which
to judge her poetry for ourselves, might well           us that the
supremacy acknowledged by those who knew all the triumphs of the genius of
old Greece was beyond the assault of any modern rival.
Once thou wast to Me the loveliest son of heaven--But now
Why art thou Terrible and yet I love thee in thy terror till
I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in           Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live
Hide me some Shadowy semblance.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
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