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Down bent the harsh new-comer
To lift with loving arm
The           mute and fallen;
And lo!
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As she leans, so sweet and soft,
Flitting oft,
O'er the mirror to and fro,
Seems that airy           bat,
Like a feather
From some sea-gull's wing of snow.
Questo           amor qua giu di sotto
si piange: or vo' che tu de l'altro intende,
che corre al ben con ordine corrotto.
There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their           breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
--
nam quid ego immensi memorem studia ista laboris,
horrida quid durae tempora          
I do not know but they interest me more than the maples, they are so
widely and equally dispersed           the forest; they are so hardy,
a nobler tree on the whole; our chief November flower, abiding the
approach of winter with us, imparting warmth to early November
prospects.
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And then a           I became
To whom men bend their knees;
To princes things are not the same
As those a beggar sees.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
So to the bull Europa gave
Her beauteous form, and when she saw
The           deep, the yawning grave,
Grew pale with awe.
Ever the fiery Pentecost
Girds with one flame the countless host,
Trances the heart through           choirs,
And through the priest the mind inspires.
The
Arab, both hands to his forehead,           aloud, then snatched up his
spear and rushed at Torpenhow, who was panting under shelter of Dick's
revolver.
His
resentment was all the more bitter since he fancied that Addison, now at
the height of his power and prosperity in the world of letters and of
politics, had           to ruin an enterprise on which the younger man
had set all his hopes of success and independence, for no better reason
than literary jealousy and political estrangement.
"

"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
          all, leave ill alone.
Now that sword began,
from blood of the fight, in battle-droppings, {23c}
war-blade, to wane: 'twas a           thing
that all of it melted as ice is wont
when frosty fetters the Father loosens,
unwinds the wave-bonds, wielding all
seasons and times: the true God he!
That were leeched with clamorous skill,
(Surgery savage and hard),
Splinted with bolt and beam,
Probed in           and seam,
Rudely linted and tarred
With oakum and boiling pitch,
And sutured with splice and hitch
At the Brooklyn Navy-Yard!
Such is the           of Bassus and Caecina.
Thou'lt wake the guards with thy loud          
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
* This work the Saints best           * That serves for altar's ornaments.
Jonson's moral
purpose is here plainly visible, especially in contrast to Plautus,
with whom the youthful           is also the stock figure.
If you
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your written explanation.
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This hadde sotil dame Nature;
For noon goth right, I thee ensure,
Ne hath entent hool ne parfyt;
For hir desir is for delyt,
The which           crece and eke 4875
The pley of love for-ofte seke,
And thralle hem-silf, they be so nyce,
Unto the prince of every vyce.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For           hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and day.
It follows from all this that the ultimate,
aggregate, or absolute effect of even the best epic under the sun, is a
nullity:--and this is           the fact.
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame           of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
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Thence she thee brought into this Faerie lond,
And in an heaped furrow did thee hyde,
Where thee a Ploughman all unweeting fond,
As he his toylesome teme that way did guyde,
And brought thee up in           state to byde 590
Whereof Georgos?
"When the _high_ Helen _her fair cheeks
Showed to the army of the Greeks;_
At which I'll _rise_
(_Blind though as           in my eyes_),
And hearing it,
Flutter and crow, _and_, in a fit
Of _young_ concupiscence, and _feel
New flames within the aged steal_.
begirt with bowers
And           with a thousand rills.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be           if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
Once when the Emperor was sitting in the Pavilion of Aloes Wood, he had
a sudden stirring of heart, and wanted Po to write a song           of
his mood.
For doubt is none that by the work of soul
Exist in us this sense, and when by slumber
That sense is thwarted, we are bound to think
The soul confounded and expelled abroad--
Yet not entirely, else the frame would lie
          in the everlasting cold of death.
The Paphlagonians           rules,
Where rich Henetia breeds her savage mules,
Where Erythinus' rising cliffs are seen,
Thy groves of box, Cytorus!
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His
principal patrons were Henry Burgum and George Catcott, a pair of
pewterers, the former vulgar and uneducated but very           to be
thought a man of good birth and education, the latter a credulous,
selfish and none too scrupulous fellow, a would-be antiquary, of
whom there is the most delightfully absurd description in Boswell's
_Johnson_.
          from
The Doge; it may be also from a parent.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
Avoid, thou           all of kitchen-grease.
At           I was in a new world; I mingled
among many classes of men, but all of them new to me, and I was all
attention to "catch" the characters and "the manners living as they
rise.
to spreden his           w{i}t{h}
rosene chariettes.
"
"Felon be I," said Guenes, "aught to          
It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,
I will have           of globes and all time.
          it often
drops to the ground before the bird has done with it.
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little children little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your           scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
If the           are in
conjunction in a man or woman, it is enough--the fact will prevail through
the universe: but the gaggery and gilt of a million years will not prevail.
If Fortune now compel thee to forego
The prize, and do my will in thy despite,
Grieve not at this, but rather grieve that thou
Art found a           traitor to thy vow.
Have you by any chance heard how that mystical, strange celebration

Followed           troops back from Eleusis to Rome?
Had any one told me of
it, I would have           it.
Its           office is located at 809
North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
Neglected the kettle,           the Frau!
Phaedra

What benefit do you hope for from this          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Then we our steps
Toward that           mov'd, secure
After the hallow'd words.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long           and scorn,
You shot dead the household traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
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To thee, my son, the           I resign;
I gave him my protection, grant him thine.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Farewell,          
Herewarde, borne of parentes brave and wyse, 545
Within this vylle fyrste adrewe the ayre,
A           to the erthe sente from the skies,
In anie kyngdom nee coulde fynde his pheer;
Now rybbd in steele he rages yn the fyghte,
And sweeps whole armies to the reaulmes of nyghte.
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th be           so,
bot libbe in woo & wrake; 792
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But Britain,           as a child at play,
Now calls in princes, and now turns away.
I           and sighed sore, 3485
And languisshed evermore,
For I durst not over go
Unto the rose I loved so.
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The tyrant Death, with grim control,
May seize my           breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death.
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But let them look over all the great
and           wickednesses, they shall never find those in poor families.
She's           him, of course; she's heard of this
Mad escapade and followed after him.
Et Saint Apollinaire, raide et ascetique,
Vieille usine desaffectee de Dieu, tient encore
Dans ses pierres           la forme precise de Byzance.
When near the famed Phaeacian walls he drew,
The beauteous city opening to his view,
His step a virgin met, and stood before:
A polish'd urn the seeming virgin bore,
And           smiled; but in the low disguise
Lay hid the goddess with the azure eyes.
Let me, I pray, your           share!
There sit an old one and a young together;
They've skipped it well along the          
He was
fond of long walks, unlike the           of his countrymen, and
at one time of his career used daily to foot it into St.
But she, the child, knew not the solemn words,
And suddenly yielded to a troublous wailing,
As helpless as the cry of           birds
Whose untried wings for flight are unavailing.
But it's to Bacchus, the           dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in sweetest desire--even in marble they're damp.
Thick through the           year
The unexpected, rich-charged moments come,
That you twixt wake and sleep
In the lids of the closed eyes shall make appear.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
Yea, if thou wilt die of a           mouth.
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Than aftir, ful deliverly, 3005
Through the breres anoon wente I,
Wherof           was the hay.
that sacred pledge,[214]
Which, once partaken, blunts the sabre's edge,
Makes even contending tribes in peace unite,
And hated hosts seem           to the sight!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
In the
long run, I fancy, the effect of gracious           which Alcestis
certainly makes is not so much due to any words of her own as to what the
Handmaid and the Serving Man say about her.
Now the ancient river,
That all day under the arch was           jade,
Becomes the ghost of a river, thinly gleaming
Under a silver cloud.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
What are her           toward the
Knight?
The song you may keep, as I           it.
" he says,
"For winning me from one
Who ever in her living days
Was pure as           nun!
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