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Those grand,           pines!
Till the evening, nearing,
One the           drew --
Quick!
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the           counterpart of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
" said the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
The Butcher           to sob.
Those things alone
Are to be fear'd, whence evil may proceed,
None else, for none are           beside.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
Biglow's poems not           printed.
Thus           thanks that he is lowly bred,
Because from such none look for valorous deeds.
Vacant and giddy, all agog for wonder,
As to a masquerade they wing their way;
The ladies give themselves and all their           plunder
And without wages help us play.
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My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
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As[c]ending into her cloudy misty           the blue smoke rolld to revive
Her cold limbs in the absence of her Lord.
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On a mountain-side the real estate agents
Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there.
Alas, this Italy has too long swept
Heroic ashes up for hour-glass sand;
Of her own past,           nympholept!
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
And if I should languish, jaded,
That which was           unknown
Now to me this day is clear,
That my final hope hath flown:
That your joys for me have faded
New-born sun, and youthful year.
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16 Decemb.
She now replies, and now doth mute appear,
Like one whose tottering mind regains its power;
I speak my heart: "Thou must this cheat resign;
The thirteen hundred, eight and           year,
The sixth of April's suns, his first bright hour,
Thou know'st that soul celestial fled its shrine!
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To cheere the           to deere dede.
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Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower,
Craven was conning his ship through smoke and
flame;
Gun to gun he had           the fort for an hour,
Now was the time for a charge to end the game.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
If thy
Phoenician eyes are stayed on           towers and thy Libyan city, what
wrong is it, I pray, that we Trojans find our rest on Ausonian land?
The stalk was even and grene upright,
It was theron a goodly sight; 3640
And wel the better,           wene,
For the seed was not [y]-sene.
In this affair, if I succeed, I
am afraid I shall but too much need a           friend.
'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
For which I will divide my crown with her;
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall in           sing her endless praise.
Her fortune, wit, and charm, attention drew,
And many sparks would           pursue;
How happy he who should her heart obtain,
And Hymen prove he had not sighed in vain!
should any mortal man inquire
To whom thy           loss of sight thou ow'st,
Say, to Ulysses, city-waster Chief,
Laertes' son, native of Ithaca.
Avons-nous donc commis une action          
and so           gales
Attend thy voyage, and impel thy sails;
But if thy impious hands the flocks destroy,
The gods, the gods avenge it, and ye die!
Naroumov           Herman.
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Then Sir Bedivere           again and took the sword in his hand, and
then him thought sin and shame to throw away that noble sword, and so
eft he hid the sword and returned again, and told the king that he had
been to the water and done his commandment.
We need
No           here.
O Helen fair, beyond          
A lizard lifts his head and listens--
Kiss me before the noon goes by,
Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me
From the great black vulture           the sky.
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And forth he wente, shortly for to telle,
Ther as           sorted him to dwelle.
The gentry hid in the
woods; the authorities had no longer any power anywhere; the leaders of
solitary detachments           or pardoned without giving account of
their conduct.
" Gawayne says that he must not take
that which is           him.
And down this terrible aisle,
While heaven's ranges roar aghast,
Pours a vast file of strange and hidden things:
          monsters, crocodiles with wings
And perfumed flesh that sings and glows
With more fresh colors than the rainbow knows.
Round about a           neck curled short little ringlets;

Up from the crown of her head crinkled the unbraided hair.
"



XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
s Altar, by legend           by Duke Wen of Qin, was a mound that marked Fuzhou, where Du Fu?
She tolde eek al the prophesyes by herte,
And how that sevene kinges, with hir route, 1495
          the citee al aboute;
And of the holy serpent, and the welle,
And of the furies, al she gan him telle.
XXIX

All that the Egyptians once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of           comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
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LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a           dulness.
The deep           of her odorous dwelling
Were stored with magic treasures--sounds of air,
Which had the power all spirits of compelling, _155
Folded in cells of crystal silence there;
Such as we hear in youth, and think the feeling
Will never die--yet ere we are aware,
The feeling and the sound are fled and gone,
And the regret they leave remains alone.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
Her bosom heaved--she stepped aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped--
Then suddenly, with           eye
She fled to me and wept.
Accordingly we set off, and
proceeded along the           Hills, towards Watchet; and in the course
of this walk was planned the poem of 'The Ancient Mariner', founded on
a dream, as Mr.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
No sooner closed thine eyelids shall appear
Than either me           grief will quell,
Or, has it not such power, I here protest,
I with this sword to-day will pierce my breast.
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve brilliant colors play along
His sides until,           to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
He,           low, loosen'd the earth around 290
A garden-plant, when his illustrious son
Now, standing close beside him, thus began.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
          away in beauty's bloom_, iii.
O I had better have shirkt it          
My passions, from that hapless hour,
Usurp'd a tyranny which men
Have deem'd, since I have reach'd to power;
My innate nature--be it so:
But, father, there liv'd one who, then,
Then--in my boyhood--when their fire
Burn'd with a still           glow,
(For passion must, with youth, expire)
E'en _then_ who knew this iron heart
In woman's weakness had a part.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
          thy outward walls so costly gay?
I breathe forth
Poison and breath of           ire.
          by his
original, Fanshaw--

"Teems with many a dead-born just.
And thereof comes the proverb:           of your heart, you
brew good ale.
) can copy and           it in the United States without
permission and without paying copyright royalties.
"O           maid!
wide is the woe
when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame,
and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath,
as in frenzy of           he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips
the glory of holiest things!
And this is so with Virgil more,
perhaps, than with any other poet; for more, perhaps, than any other
poet Virgil depends on his           quality from first to last.
= Jonson spells the word as if it were
Italian, though he says in the same sentence that the custom of
wearing           is Spanish.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make           a bit smart.
I know not
Wherein I have           you;--last night
I found in you the kindest of Protectors;
This morning, when I spoke of weariness,
You from my shoulder took my scrip and threw it
About your own; but for these two hours past
Once only have you spoken, when the lark
Whirred from among the fern beneath our feet,
And I, no coward in my better days,
Was almost terrified.
If he had lived to see his error, and to give
to his eloquence a true and perfect form, not by           (for
there was nothing to be taken away), but by adding certain qualities
that were wanted, he would have reached the summit of his art.
His           had often been proved.
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Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
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Canute drew back,           to be alone,
And wished he had not left his burial couch.
For proper it is
That whosoe'er begins and undertakes
To alter the mind, or meditates to change
Any another nature soever, should add
New parts, or           the order given,
Or from the sum remove at least a bit.
Was _A18_, _N_, _TC_, or a manuscript           it one of the sources
of the edition of _1633_?
And when the storm o'erwhelms the shore,
I watch entranced as, o'er and o'er,
The light           amid the roar
So still and saintly,
Now large and near, now more and more
Withdrawing faintly.
Call 'em: let me see 'em

1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the           Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame

All.
--This must, no doubt,
Content me, that we are as wine, and men
By us have senses drunk against his toil
Of knowing himself, for all his           mind,
Caught by the quiet purpose of the world,
Burnt up by it at last, like something fallen
In molten iron streaming.
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
Et           aimez-moi, tendre coeur!
You'd think no fools disgraced the former reign,
Did not some grave           yet remain,
Who scorn a lad should teach his father skill,
And, having once been wrong, will be so still.
Here's what the           said: "Trust me just once more, this time.
Each delta-shaped           shines to show
A vision of the chief by it we know.
Why can you not          
I sing but as           me; yet even this
If, if but one with ravished eyes should read,
Of thee, O Varus, shall our tamarisks
And all the woodland ring; nor can there be
A page more dear to Phoebus, than the page
Where, foremost writ, the name of Varus stands.
"'"
Thereat this passionate protesting
Meekly changed, and           till
It sank to sad requesting
And suggesting sadder still:
"And oh, if men might some time see
How piteous-false the poor decree
That trade no more than trade must be!
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