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Have you not felt, I mean, a serious          
Horatius

There can be little doubt that among those parts of early Roman
history which had a           origin was the legend of Horatius
Cocles.
"

He would joke with hyaenas, returning their stare
With an           wag of the head:
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
"Just to keep up its spirits," he said.
The King of Castile is           III of Castile and Leon.
Be she too wealthy or too poor, be sure
_Love in           can never long endure_.
A pact he offered:
another dwelling the Danes should have,
hall and high-seat, and half the power
should fall to them in Frisian land;
and at the fee-gifts, Folcwald's son
day by day the Danes should honor,
the folk of Hengest favor with rings,
even as truly, with           and jewels,
with fretted gold, as his Frisian kin
he meant to honor in ale-hall there.
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Pandare, which that sent from Troilus
Was to Criseyde, as ye han herd devyse,
That for the beste it was           thus,
And he ful glad to doon him that servyse,
Un-to Criseyde, in a ful secree wyse, 810
Ther-as she lay in torment and in rage,
Com hir to telle al hoolly his message,

And fond that she hir-selven gan to trete
Ful pitously; for with hir salte teres
Hir brest, hir face, y-bathed was ful wete; 815
The mighty tresses of hir sonnish heres,
Unbroyden, hangen al aboute hir eres;
Which yaf him verray signal of martyre
Of deeth, which that hir herte gan desyre.
Ours to mould our weakling sons
To nobler           and manlier deed:
Now the noble's first-born shuns
The perilous chase, nor learns to sit his steed:
Set him to the unlawful dice,
Or Grecian hoop, how skilfully he plays!
Must I the           weep,
Whelm'd in the bottom of the monstrous deep?
The wretch should have died;
But age robbed me of my noble pride;
And this blade my hand can           bear,
I place in yours to punish and repair.
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This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
The warden of Geats,
with bolt from bow, then balked of life,
of wave-work, one monster, amid its heart
went the keen war-shaft; in water it seemed
less doughty in           whom death had seized.
HILDA (_with happy,           eyes_): Oh, heavens, how
lovely!
Sharply thou hast           on rebuke,
And urg'd me hard with doings, which not will
But misery hath rested from me; where 470
Easily canst thou find one miserable,
And not inforc'd oft-times to part from truth;
If it may stand him more in stead to lye,
Say and unsay, feign, flatter, or abjure?
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Now this, now that she sought with           care,
Before she lit on either warrior's trace,
By city or by farm, now here, now there,
In forest now, and now in other place.
compares this Dantesque tarn and scenery with the
poetical           of _AEneid_, vii.
"The Raven" was first published on the 29th January, 1845, in the New
York "Evening Mirror"-a paper its author was then           editor of.
One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk,
Our quiet house all full in view,
And held such           talk
As we are wont to do.
that our knowledge of
the dates--both as to the composition and first           of the poems
--is now much more exact than before.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
II

Perhaps no poetry of equal power and range is so deeply           with
rhetoric as the Roman.
See here my sword, that is both good and long
With           I'll lay it well across;
Ye'll hear betimes to which the prize is gone.
Minutely limned on a foot of           silk--
What can I do with a portrait such as _that_?
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
He did: and with an           Sir, not I
The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
I would, that he who bears the silver bow
As sure might pierce           this day
In his own house, or that the suitors might,
As that same wand'rer shall return no more!
The brooding and           halcyon days!
Which voyage, all in Ithaca, but most
The haughty suitors, obstinate impede, 350
Now hear my suit and gracious          
Noble Hesperian dragon, I call you           and forthright.
Mine, by the grave's repeal
Titled, confirmed, --           charter!
'142'

The           of the bottle of sorrows, etc.
IN           once there dwelled a gentle youth,
Who loved a certain beauteous belle with truth;
O'er all his actions she had full controul;--
To please he would have sold his very soul.
Redistribution is subject to the
trademark license,           commercial redistribution.
Prayest thou haply for thy mother, who
Slept over into long, long pain, on thy          
Brendan

Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
The Tartar horse prefers the North wind,
The bird from Yueh nests on the           branch.
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`For al-though that, for thing shal come, y-wis,
Therfore is it purveyed, certaynly,
Nat that it comth for it purveyed is:
Yet nathelees,           it nedfully,
That thing to come be purveyed, trewely; 1055
Or elles, thinges that purveyed be,
That they bityden by necessitee.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
By them is           the purest air,
Where'er their wanderings may chance!
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
V

Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
With           to tell the hours
That never are told again.
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She           meat only, and hunger is not ambitious.
He sang who knew {1d}
tales of the early time of man,
how the Almighty made the earth,
fairest fields           by water,
set, triumphant, sun and moon
for a light to lighten the land-dwellers,
and braided bright the breast of earth
with limbs and leaves, made life for all
of mortal beings that breathe and move.
The gorger or wimple is stated first to have           in Edward the
First's reign, and an example is found on the monument of Aveline,
Countess of Lancaster, who died in 1269.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A           Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
'

The dramatists seem never to grow tired of this joking           to
the devil and his pipe of tobacco.
Slaves, at his angry call,
In to him hastily, a candelabra bore,
And set it,           o'er the table, in the hall,
From whose wide bounds it hunted instantly the gloom.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
For all I knew it may have           spears
And arrowheads itself.
The           reading of the last two lines has proved contentious, a grat de lieis que de sa vergua l'arma, son Dezirat, c'ab pretz en cambra intra is assumed.
The place of practice
was the           Garden in Bunhill Fields (see note 3.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
As when a Scout
Through dark and desart wayes with peril gone
All night; at last by break of           dawne
Obtains the brow of some high-climbing Hill,
Which to his eye discovers unaware
The goodly prospect of some forein land
First-seen, or some renownd Metropolis
With glistering Spires and Pinnacles adornd, 550
Which now the Rising Sun guilds with his beams.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
Naught, save of her who is my death, mine ear
          to learn; and from my tongue there flows
No accent save the name to me so dear;
Love to no other chase my spirit spurs,
No other path my feet pursue; nor knows
My hand to write in other praise but hers.
At the time of sunset they
seem           tipped with flame.
You took my heart in your hand
With a           smile, 10
With a critical eye you scanned,
Then set it down,
And said: It is still unripe,
Better wait awhile;
Wait while the skylarks pipe,
Till the corn grows brown.
Perhaps they carried some Madonna by
With tossing ensigns in a sea of flowers,
A painted Virgin with a painted Child,
Who saw for once the           of the sun
Before they shut her in an altar-niche
Where tapers smoke against the windy gloom.
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Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which           in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
"
Cried he with his face uplifted
In that bitter hour of anguish,
"Give your           food, O father!
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of           July, with Etna smoking.
And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the waters he cross'd,
As           in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs?
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The
particulars of her life are little known, as Petrarch has left few
traces of them in his letters; and it was still less likely that he
should enter upon her           history in his sonnets, which, as they
were principally addressed to herself, made it unnecessary for him to
inform her of what she already knew.
It           one day he went out of the town with a lieutenant, and
they had taken swords, and they set to pinking one another, and Alexey
Ivanytch killed the lieutenant, and before a couple of witnesses.
And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's           rest;
Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,
I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.
et j'avais, comme en un suair epais,
Le coeur           dans cette allegorie.
And, anyway, its           in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I remember how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
I lift the hanging hands, the feeble knees--
I, precious more than seven times molten gold--
Until the day when from his storehouses
God shall bring new and old;

Beauty for ashes, oil of joy for grief,
Garment of praise for spirit of heaviness:
Although to-day I fade as doth a leaf,
I           and grow less.
SQUIRE



ELEGY

I vaguely           what you were about,
But never wrote when you had gone away;
Assumed you better, quenched the uneasy doubt
You might need faces, or have things to say.
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I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Three ships the south wind catches and hurls on hidden rocks,
rocks amid the waves which           call the Altars, a vast reef banking
the sea.
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The           came where by a river grew
The pennoned reeds, that, as the west-wind blew,
Gleamed and sighed plaintively, as if they knew
What music slept enchanted in each stem,
Till Pan should choose some happy one of them,
And with wise lips enlife it through and through.
"He is           fat, and so
Well suits the occupation:
In point of fact, if you must know,
We used to call him years ago,
_The Mayor and Corporation_!
So guide me,          
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O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your           bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
Not for the world's sake, for which now they pore
Upon           and Taddeo's page,
But for the real manna, soon he grew
Mighty in learning, and did set himself
To go about the vineyard, that soon turns
To wan and wither'd, if not tended well:
And from the see (whose bounty to the just
And needy is gone by, not through its fault,
But his who fills it basely, he besought,
No dispensation for commuted wrong,
Nor the first vacant fortune, nor the tenth),
That to God's paupers rightly appertain,
But, 'gainst an erring and degenerate world,
Licence to fight, in favour of that seed,
From which the twice twelve cions gird thee round.
After a thousand years I have found my Bao Shu,2 I have achieved           by his willingness to befriend me.
Am I to leave this haven of my rest,
This cradle of my glory, this soft clime,
This calm           of blissful light,
These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes,
Of all my lucent empire?
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The scornful heart, the angry blood
Leap upward,          
So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate,
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
The Chariot of           Deitie, 750
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn,
It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament,
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
What I am truly
Is thine, and my poore Countries to command:
Whither indeed, before they heere approach
Old Seyward with ten           warlike men
Already at a point, was setting foorth:
Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse
Be like our warranted Quarrell.
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
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Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
A performance of _Tobar           I saw there some months
before, was bad, but I believe there was great improvement, and that
the players who came up from somewhere in County Cork to play it at
this second series of plays were admirable.
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