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Around both urns we piled a noble tomb,
(We warriors of the sacred Argive host)
On a tall promontory shooting far
Into the           Hellespont, that all
Who live, and who shall yet be born, may view
Thy record, even from the distant waves.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
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As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
          said,
"Oh!
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
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Had I but           you--

RUY BLAS: I should have drunk the poison all the same.
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Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
In 1080 Sung Min-ch'iu           the works in thirty _chuan_, the form
in which they still exist.
O'Sullivan_
          the Fair
The Djinns--_John L.
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.
on           les reflux d'incendie,
Voila les quais!
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
er as           fro ?
The muses must not be offended when I tell them, the           of my
wife and family will, in my mind, always take the _pas_; but I assure
them their ladyships will ever come next in place.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
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And even if my pride could be           more,
Would I choose Aricia as my conqueror?
--Me voila libre et          
The son's           waits the mother's fame:
For, till she leaves thy court, it is decreed,
Thy bowl to empty and thy flock to bleed.
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.
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.
          (_in old
times_), 1452.
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.
' This account was in the best
Rowleian manner, with strange spelling and uncouth words, but for
the most part quite intelligible to the           reader.
As the revellers came back from           Lodge in the mists of the
evening, they met a temporarily insane woman, on a temporarily mad
horse, swinging round the corners, with her eyes and her mouth open, and
her head like the head of the Medusa.
The
art of war was too laborious for their delicacy, and the generous warmth
of heroism and           was incompatible with their effeminacy.
Laughs at the holy           and the text divine,
O'er which the humble dervish prays and venerates.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
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TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood           by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
For, after all the murders of your eye, 145
When, after millions slain, yourself shall die:
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And 'midst the stars           Belinda's name.
hir derke hornes          
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
E io a lui: < ti travio si fuor di Campaldino,
che non si seppe mai tua          
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
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What blazours then, what glorie shall he clayme,
What           Homere shall hys praises synge,
That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame
Uncall'd, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge?
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So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered
grass and leaves, so softly and           bright, I thought I had never
bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it.
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FIGHTING

Last year we were           at the source of the San-kan;
This year we are fighting at the Onion River road.
And so many           poor?
(Indessen haben die jungen           mit einer grossen Kugel gespielt und
rollen sie hervor.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
And thus
Began the           of the acorn; thus
Abandoned were those beds with grasses strewn
And with the leaves beladen.
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
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Herman           it and at once left
the table.
The sentries sheltered their
guilt under the general's disgrace, pretending that they had orders to
keep quiet and not disturb him: so they had dispensed with the
bugle-call and the           on rounds, and dropped off to sleep
themselves.
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--I only           between my brother and his
impending fate by the loan of so much.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
'Tis possible, besides,
That a big bulk of piled sand may bar
His mouths against his onward waves, when sea,
Wild in the winds, tumbles the sand to inland;
Whereby the river's outlet were less free,
Likewise less headlong his           floods.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
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.
          my candle_, etc.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
--
I think it's           to have killed so many.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
Her eye           her of the Briton-Line:
Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face
Attemper'd sweet to virgin-grace.
His last dread          
den sollt Ihr noch          
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large           wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty summers?
Buckingham, "had no reference to your age
at the period of           (I am willing to grant, in fact, that you are
still a young man), and my illusion was to the immensity of time during
which, by your own showing, you must have been done up in asphaltum.
Quest' ultima gia mai non si cancella
se non servata; e intorno di lei
si preciso di sopra si favella:

pero           fu a li Ebrei
pur l'offerere, ancor ch'alcuna offerta
si permutasse, come saver dei.
The third most           of these majesties
Give aid, O sapphires of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
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These Grendel-deeds
I heard in my home-land           clear.
Nancy,           Mrs.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's           known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe--provided he minds his nose.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
FAUST:
Werd ich den Jammer          
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
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_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
My father could not believe it possible that I
should be mixed up in a           revolt, of which the object was the
downfall of the throne and the extermination of the race of "_boyars_.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
I see his messengers           thee.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
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As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
I have           all day for a grain of some sort, and
there is none to be found.
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
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