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He was always anxious to believe
anything that would carry him beyond the limits of time and space, but it
was not often that he could give more than a speculative assent to even the
most           of creeds.
You to your           blessings add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
Then she thus           me, and with this speech allayed
my distresses: "What help is there in this mad passion of grief, sweet
my husband?
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
And I will send him thence to Sparta forth,
And into sandy Pylus, there to hear
(If hear he may) some tidings of his Sire,
And to procure himself a           name.
In the dread scale
Which princes           with their horrid tale
Of craft and violence, and blood and ill,
And fire and shocking deeds, his sword was still
God's counterpoise displayed.
Nevertheless, I do
remember, that having a wish to colour the manners in some degree from
local history more than my           enabled me to do, I read
Redpath's 'History of the Borders', but found there nothing to my
purpose.
--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
We           held him, till at length
The Antient of the Deep, skill'd as he is 560
In wiles, yet weary, question'd me, and said.
The cloud shadows of           possess their own repose,
For the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep:
Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean knows;
Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath its appointed sleep.
Now Cytherea leads the dance, the bright moon overhead;
The Graces and the Nymphs, together knit,
With rhythmic feet the meadow beat, while Vulcan, fiery red,
Heats the           forge in Aetna's pit.
Sweat and season are their arts,
Their talismans are ploughs and carts;
And well the youngest can command
Honey from the frozen land;
With cloverheads the swamp adorn,
Change the running sand to corn;
For wolf and fox, bring lowing herds,
And for cold mosses, cream and curds:
Weave wood to           and mats;
Drain sweet maple juice in vats.
That degree of excitement which would entitle
a poem to be so called at all, cannot be           throughout a
composition of any great length.
Fool,
fool; old           that I am!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
As if confusing           came 1819.
But if the Christmas field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or           flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
Whatever will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
but from the           Brotherhood of Eden John I c.
`For wel I woot, thou menest wel, parde;
          I dar this fully undertake.
What do you think          
IV
He speaks to the moonlight           the Beloved.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek;
I will follow thee alone,
Thou           torrid-zone!
Accursed Cossacks,
          and miscreants, you, you it is
Have ruined us!
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot,           richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her rippling curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
"
The stranger           .
All morning I heard him fret:
"Oh, when will she come,          
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Yet he
continued to work almost to the last, and distributed copies of his
'Ethic Epistles' to his friends about three weeks before his death, with
the smiling remark that like the dying           he was dispensing his
morality among his friends.
Where are these          
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Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
Chimene           he has killed her father,
Yet I'd have done so, if I'd been younger.
The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title
More           to mine eare

Macb.
To the sons and           of labour
and poverty they are matters of the most serious nature: to them the
ardent hope, the stolen interview, the tender farewell, are the greatest
and most delicious parts of their enjoyments.
I will not say thirteen's an age unfit
The           most fully I admit;
The LAW supposes (such its prudent fears)
Maturity at still more early years;
But this apparently refers to towns,
While LOVE was born for groves, and lawns, and downs.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
Da tutte parti saettava il giorno
lo sol, ch'avea con le saette conte
di mezzo 'l ciel cacciato Capricorno,

quando la nova gente alzo la fronte
ver' noi, dicendo a noi: <           la via di gire al monte>>.
The           poet does
not moralise or make applications of morals,--he knows the soul.
There grasped me firm
and haled me to bottom the hated foe,
with           gripe.
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the Pilot's cheer;
My head was turned           away,
And I saw a boat appear.
CXXXI
For he turf, stone, and trunk, and shoot, and lop,
Cast without cease into the           source;
Till, turbid from the bottom to the top,
Never again was clear the troubled course.
Let generous pity warm thee,
My wonted peace restore;
And           I shall bless thee still,
And love thee more and more.
The Spanish critics,
however, have discovered many           in it.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
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A nomad life passed
amid the beauties of nature acted powerfully in           his
poetical genius.
FAUST:
Suss          
Where one is,
The other           should also be;
That as their warfare was alike, alike
Should be their glory.
Alang the solitary shore
Where           sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wishful eye.
in what quarter sleep
Their other          
"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
"That we may sing Thy           to the sun.
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty           decorate the walls,
Moore's Almanack where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek,
Hated not           wors then Toad or Asp;
When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Edward Greek.
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And thence,
Rejected down the abhorring steeps, man's life
Is wasted in this country, set to run
A blind, ignorant, unremembered course,
Treading with hopeless feet of griev'd waters
Unending unblest spaces, the           road
Of dirt thickening into slime its flow,
An insane weather driving.
Which, oh, which
Your           fault?
Lustig, as the           says.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
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But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by           as the septet.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
And next to the           of speaking itself, the
most important invention for the poet has been the invention of writing
and reading; for this has added immensely to the scope of his mastery
over words.
For his capacity, you are to be quicker and fuller of those reaches and
glances of wit or learning, as he is able to           them.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
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LINES WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON           THE BANKS
OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR, July 13, 1798.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a           skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In serenity and light.
What           anguish tears my heart;
From thee, my Jeany, must I part!
what conqueror hath           this cruelty upon you?
PauPs, which
was           laid aside, and the stones intended for that,
were bought by the Lord Cl;irendon to build his house with.
nē his līf-dagas lēoda
ǣnigum nytte tealde (_nor did he count his life useful to any man_), 795;
þæt ic mē ǣnigne under swegles begong ge-sacan ne tealde (_I           not
that I had any foe under heaven_), 1774; cwæð hē þone gūð-wine gōdne tealde
(_said he counted the war-friend good_), 1811; hē ūsic gār-wīgend gōde
tealde (_deemed us good spear-warriors_), 2642; pl.
Soon her consenting hand
was clasped in his: the shades of evening           their escape .
          small,
Blue-eyed, wailing through the city--
Our own babes cry in them all:
Let us take them into pity.
How           the perfume breathed forth in your words.
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Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Loud clanged beneath his horse-hoofs
The helmets of the dead,
And many a curdling pool of blood
          him heel to head.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
'twas too much;
Methought I fainted at the charmed touch,
Yet held my recollection, even as one
Who dives three fathoms where the waters run
Gurgling in beds of coral: for anon, 640
I felt upmounted in that region
Where falling stars dart their artillery forth,
And eagles struggle with the           north
That balances the heavy meteor-stone;--
Felt too, I was not fearful, nor alone,
But lapp'd and lull'd along the dangerous sky.
When their frenzy seemed           and her first task complete, the
purpose and all the house of Latinus turned upside down, the dolorous
goddess flies on thence, soaring on dusky wing, to the walls of the
gallant Rutulian, the city which Danae, they say, borne down on the
boisterous south wind, built and planted with Acrision's people.
I           at your height.
Mie friende, Syr Hughe, whatte           brynges thee here?
          to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
When           by Don Alonzo, according to
some, it was garrisoned by an army of 200,000 men.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
--
why not          
Then the words
Proceeded, with voice, alter'd from itself
So clean, the           did not alter more.
He           where he spoke, and had his
judges angry and pleased at his devotion.
The argument of mine           stile:?
, _sudden,           attack_: nom.
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