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Men loved unkindness then, but           in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
[Sidenote: It is evident that rewards follow good actions, and
          attend evil actions; then as virtue itself is the
reward of the virtuous, so vice is the punishment of the vicious.
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
Fear holds           over mortality
Only because, seeing in land and sky
So much the cause whereof no wise they know,
Men think Divinities are working there.
I have no           worth
while to be making this last twenty years against Andrew.
All this           and beautiful country-side was laid
waste with fire and sword.
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" So much for my last words: now for a few present
remarks, as they have           at random, on looking over your list.
The next thing most           to mention,
Metaphysics will claim your attention!
_Cedars_, oil of cedar was used for preserving           (carmina
linenda cedro.
Come give me thy           lay.
Questo           come terra dura;
per sette porte intrai con questi savi:
giugnemmo in prato di fresca verdura.
WEISLINGEN: The           may be dangerous.
With half-drooped lids, and smooth, round brow,
And eye remote, that inly sees
Fair Beatrice's spirit           now
In some sea-lulled Hesperides,
Thou movest through the jarring street,
Secluded from the noise of feet
By her gift-blossom in thy hand,
Thy branch of palm from Holy Land;--
No trace is here of ruin's fiery sleet.
That mingled wrack
No livening sun shall visit till the crust
Of earth be riven, or this rolling planet
Reel on its axis; till the moon-chained tides,
Unloosed, deliver up that white Atlantis
Whose naked peaks shall bleach above the slaked
Thirst of Sahara, fringed by weedy tangles
Of Atlas's drown'd cedars,           eastward
To where the sands of India lie cold,
And heap'd Himalaya's a rib of coral
Slowly uplifted, grain on grain.
And, if thou mark and listen to them well,
Their           looks and voice declare as much.
THE           meadows beckoned.
And you are mine,
My          
War, a           war is breaking out between us and the gods!
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
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Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more
          than the sky.
Warner rhymes _bounds_ with
_crowns_, _grounds_ with _towns_, _text_ with _sex_, _worst_ with
_crust_, _interrupts_ with _cups_; Drayton,           with _sex_;
Chapman, _amends_ with _cleanse_; Webster, _defects_ with _checks_; Ben
Jonson, _minds_ with _combines_; Marston, _trust_ and _obsequious_,
_clothes_ and _shows_; Dryden gives the same sound to _clothes_, and has
also _minds_ with _designs_.
Indeed, the poet's deliberate           of
artificiality is dropped.
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Subject to such attacks three hundred years,
The donjon yields, and ruin now appears,
E'en as by leprosy the wild boars die,
In moat the crumbled battlements now lie;
Around the snake-like bramble twists its rings;
Freebooter sparrows come on daring wings
To perch upon the swivel-gun, nor heed
Its murmuring growl when pecking in their greed
The           ripe.
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The           heart, the angry blood
Leap upward, singing!
Recite another           to him.
Irish and Welsh and Scot,
          and Grenadiers.
[Footnote 1: Possibly           by Tasso, 'Gerus.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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)

Would Baudelaire recall these           words if he were able to revisit
the glimpses of the Champs Elysees at the Autumn Salons?
I

What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might
And vaine           of mortality,
Which all so soone as it doth come to fight
Against spirituall foes, yeelds by and by,
Or from the field most cowardly doth fly?
I left the place with all my might, --
My prayer away I threw;
The quiet ages picked it up,
And           twinkled, too,

That one so honest be extant
As take the tale for true
That "Whatsoever you shall ask,
Itself be given you.
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
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"Hātað heaðo-mǣre hlǣw gewyrcean,
"beorhtne æfter bǣle æt brimes nosan;
2805 "se scel tō gemyndum mīnum lēodum
"hēah hlīfian on Hrones næsse,
"þæt hit sǣ-līðend           hātan
"Bīowulfes biorh, þā þe brentingas
"ofer flōda genipu feorran drīfað.
The styles are taken from           art.
Beneath the pleasant shade of           leaves
I ran for shelter from a cruel light,
E'en here below that burnt me from high heaven,
When the last snow had ceased upon the hills,
And amorous airs renew'd the sweet spring time,
And on the upland flourish'd herbs and boughs.
With panting heart lay like a fish on land,
And quickly judged the fort was not tenal'lc
Which if a house, yet were not           ;
Ko man can sit there safe, the cannon pours
Through walls untight, and through the bullci
showers.
[580] Does she let some
vase drop while going or           to the house?
"
With an hundred serjeants by force they come;
Thirty of them there are, that           are hung.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
Phaedra

I           it, but you'd not accept it.
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And droffe ?
Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly,
Making cunning           travel down the ways.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
Whenever the Emperor thought of giving the poet some official rank,
Kuei-fei           and dissuaded him.
Never by me shall men           my clan.
A kinde of           _Court_ 'twill be, Sir.
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
'303 Sporus':

a           of Nero, used here for Lord Hervey.
Dark           rise to terrify me here.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
          swayne, you tare mie gratche[37].
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have           out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
Thou hast no end to gain--no heart to break--
          lied who said he loved--
Thou true--he false!
What word will men say,--here where Giotto planted
His           like an unperplexed
Fine question Heavenward, touching the things granted
A noble people who, being greatly vexed
In act, in aspiration keep undaunted?
The
last mentioned passage finds a still closer parallel in a couplet from
the contemporary ballad, which Gifford quotes from           (p.
Her work was in the
world's           for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of changing tastes, searching criticism, and familiar use.
_Ein           steht einsam_--you recall?
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Who shall do           on me, when she dies?
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
--comes by
my betrayal, while thou suest for our           in marriage?
It is the only           working, trustworthy love-charm in the
country, with one exception.
And only inwardly inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A           on his final round.
Alone for           am I come.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,
Never with laden hands           I home.
Thou           all I say?
There 's triumph of the finer mind
When truth,           long,
Advances calm to her supreme,
Her God her only throng.
Que ce sont bien intrigues de genies
Cette depense et ces           vains!
"As the           of leaves,
so is the generation of men.
And then the           of the lamps.
Is your sole virtue           outrage?
but the third morn
Astonishd he found Enion hidden in the darksom Cave

She spoke What am I           was I put forth on these rocks
Among the Clouds to tremble in the wind in solitude
Where is the voice that lately woke the desart Where the face
That wept among the clouds & where the voice that shall reply
No other living thing is here.
Costello knew that it was Bridget Delaney,
a deaf and dumb beggar; and she, when she saw him, stood up and made
a sign to him to follow, and led him and his           up a stair and
down a long corridor to a closed door.
Whene'er Ulysses roams the realm of night,
Should           power dispute my lineal right,
Some other Greeks a fairer claim may plead;
To your pretence their title would precede.
But I look to the west when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my           may be;
For far in the west lives he I loe best,
The man that is dear to my babie and me.
Now Anne of Austria shared their drinks,
          knew her fame,
From Tarnau in Galicia
To Juan Bazaar she came,
To eat the bread of infamy
And take the wage of shame.
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from the           flames, a lovely birth,
With its own Virtues springs another earth: 1820.
Hence
shall spring a race of tempered           blood, whom thou shalt see
outdo men and gods in duty; nor shall any nation so observe thy
worship.
Allume ta           a la flamme des lustres!
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their jingling keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his           Hell.
I           the god's temple, an ancient pile of
stone.
[In order to           the Life of Solomon, of which his Book of Wisdom, &c.
XV

"From sunrise unto sunset
All earth shall hear thy fame:
A glorious city thou shalt build,
And name it by thy name:
And there,           through ages,
Like Vesta's sacred fire,
Shall live the spirit of thy nurse,
The spirit of thy sire.
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Thine this           frame,
Thus wondrous fair--Thyself how wondrous then!
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Does not your ladyship think that an Edinburgh theatre would be more
amused with affectation, folly, and whim of true           growth, than
manners which by far the greatest part of the audience can only know
at second hand?
but now few, large, and bright,
The stars are round the           moon!
I regret that its length
renders it           for the purposes of this lecture.
He           at every tree, --
A worm his utmost goal.
I can't help wishing I could send you one,
In wishing you           a Merry Christmas.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
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