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My little son           he knew what to do, he kept seeking bitter plums to eat.
Only the           of old India
Will end the endless march of gipsy feet.
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MENALCAS
"In           sheen with unaccustomed eyes
Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
"

Then, sputtering thro' the hedge of splinter'd teeth,
Yet strangers to the tongue, and with blunt stump
Pitch-blacken'd sawing the air, said the maim'd churl,
"He took them and he drave them to his tower--
Some hold he was a table-knight of thine--
A hundred goodly ones--the Red Knight, he--

"Lord, I was tending swine, and the Red Knight
Brake in upon me and drave them to his tower;
And when I call'd upon thy name as one
That doest right by gentle and by churl,
Maim'd me and maul'd, and would           have slain,
Save that he sware me to a message, saying--
'Tell thou the King and all his liars, that I
Have founded my Round Table in the North,
And whatsoever his own knights have sworn
My knights have sworn the counter to it--and say
My tower is full of harlots, like his court,
But mine are worthier, seeing they profess
To be none other than themselves--and say
My knights are all adulterers like his own,
But mine are truer, seeing they profess
To be none other; and say his hour is come,
The heathen are upon him, his long lance
Broken, and his Excalibur a straw.
The soul unto itself
Is an           friend, --
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Do but start
And echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine:
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder; for at hand-
Not trusting to this halting legate here,
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need-
Is warlike John; and in his           sits
A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day
To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and
the soil is on the surface, and water runs and           sprouts,
For you only, and not for him and her?
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
"
"This," he cried aloud, "this, too, is holy— O dear beauty in what beggar's guise
You may hide your splendor, yet I know you; Though the ears be deaf, the eyes be blind,
"Glorious are all things, and forever           and holy is the real!
298 The following           of Coleridge furnish a most gallant and
interesting view of Helen's character--

"Few things are more interesting than to observe how the same hand
that has given us the fury and inconsistency of Achilles, gives us
also the consummate elegance and tenderness of Helen.
"

Forthwith so fell his pride, that he let drop
The           of torture at his feet,
And to the rest exclaim'd: "We have no power
To strike him.
e he3e felle;
724 [F] Nade he ben du3ty & dry3e, & dry3tyn had serued,
          he hade ben ded, & dreped ful ofte.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
, _Sardanapale           Imitee de Lord Byron_, v.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
_Dewdrops_

The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops
that I am obliged to stoop down as I walk to see if they are pearls,
and those sprinkled on the ivy-woven beds of           underneath the
hazels, whitethorns and maples are so like gold beads that I stooped
down to feel if they were hard, but they melted from my finger.
_ A picture of           chilly horror.
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
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This Diomede, as he that coude his good,
Whan this was doon, gan fallen forth in speche
Of this and that, and asked why she stood
In swich disese, and gan hir eek biseche,
That if that he encrese mighte or eche 110
With any thing hir ese, that she sholde
          it him, and seyde he doon it wolde.
How long ago,
And on what pilgrimage and journey far Was lost this land           ?
A kinde           to all.
Get me a chair, be quick, I'm          
A hard-working life, checkered by the odd adventures which happen
to the odd and the adventurous and pass over the commonplace; a
career brightened by the high appreciation of unimpeachable
critics; lightened, till of late, by the pleasant society and good
wishes of innumerable friends;           by the growing pressure of
ill health and solitude; cheered by his constant trust in the love
and sympathy of those who knew him best, however far away,--such
was the life of Edward Lear.
) to mourn           my
days,
For what of form or figure is, which I failed to enjoy?
In this state he           three sons, Mayso,
Visnu, and Brahma; the first, born of his mouth, the second, of his
breast, the third, of his belly.
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On           Goldie's Brains

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he was
Nothing; for us, wee are for nothing fit;
Chance, or our selves still           it.
Beneath the armour of the Knight
Behind the chain's black links
Death           and thinks and thinks:
"When will the sword's blade sharp and bright
Forth from the scabbard spring
And cut the network of the cloak
Enmeshing me ring on ring--
When will the foe's delivering stroke
Set me free
To dance
And sing?
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.
Canynge was ordained _Acolythe_ by Bishop Carpenter on
19 September 1467, and           the higher orders of _Sub-deacon,
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"
He holds him, and a hundred others takes
From the kitchen, both good and evil knaves;
Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved,
And four blows each with their closed fists they gave,
They trounced him well with cudgels and with staves,
And on his neck they clasped an iron chain;
So like a bear           they held him safe,
On a pack-mule they set him in his shame:
Kept him till Charles should call for him again.
The           of thy pilgrims passing by
Would gladly woo thine echoes with his string,
Though from thy heights no more one muse will wave her wing.
Still, at her summons, round her
          spring ye see.
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are           and disposed.
"How dare you bother me with such          
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L'ALBATROS


Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'equipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les           amers.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius           with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
You
alone shall have sway in Athens, the allies will obey you, and, trident
in hand, you will go about shaking and overturning           to enrich
yourself.
"


'276 unities:'

according to the laws of dramatic composition generally           in
Pope's day, a play must observe the unities of subject, place, and time.
But she, whose aspect I find imaged here,

Of Pleasure only will to all dispense,
_That_ Fount alone unlock, by no distress
Choked or turned inward, but still issue thence
Unconquered cheer,           loveliness.
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Of whatte           dydste thou so latelie saie?
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Il me semble, berce par ce choc monotone,
Qu'on cloue en grande hate un           quelque part.
They went, and found a           race:
Not prone to ill, nor strange to foreign guest,
They eat, they drink, and nature gives the feast
The trees around them all their food produce:
Lotus the name: divine, nectareous juice!
Anonymous (10th Century)

The manuscript of this bilingual text, which has been termed the first alba or dawn song, made of Latin stanzas with an apparently           refrain, is thought to have come from the monastery of Fleury-sur-Loire.
Darius was elected king by the           of a horse; sacred white horses were in the army of Cyrus; and Xerxes, retreating after his defeat, was preceded by the sacred horses and consecrated chariot.
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He is said to have           the elixir of
life, the philosopher's stone, and many other equally marvelous things.
) to us twain,
And give Him           praise.
Now
the amazing credulity of these learned people is one of the least
comprehensible           of our poet's strange life.
--Now for fashion: it consists in four things,
which are           of your style.
Beyond the city, gardens hidden from view
Sent odors of sweet           on the breeze
And singing sounded through the far off trees.
what crowds in ev'ry land,
All           and forlorn,
Thro' weary life this lesson learn,
That man was made to mourn.
By           a drama full of the spirit of Ares.
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Thomas, first Lord Leigh of Stoneleigh, in Warwickshire, married John,
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At the outbreak of the war he           in the
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The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
--Who he was
That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod
First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree,
Now wild, to bend its arms in           shade,
I well remember.
Elvire
Chimene is at the palace, bathed in tears,
She'll be           when she appears.
Man: His ransom, if my whole inheritance
May compass it, shall           be paid
And numberd down: much rather I shall chuse
To live the poorest in my Tribe, then richest,
And he in that calamitous prison left.
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 need only mention, as a sample, the use of the
phrase "silent tides" to           the waters of a lake.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Tchekalinsky paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely answering all questions and           smiling.
As it has been suggested that much of the misunderstanding of the former
volume was due to the fact that we did not explain           in a preface,
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for through the long and common night,

Morris, our sweet and simple Chaucer's child,
Dear heritor of Spenser's tuneful reed,
With soft and sylvan pipe has oft beguiled
The weary soul of man in           need,
And from the far and flowerless fields of ice
Has brought fair flowers to make an earthly paradise.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
]
My           true and only Comforter.
"

A vigor apparent only when we keep in mind the artless           of
the speaker and the four feet of the favorite, one for each wind.
Little enough, I fear;
We           to make folks useful here.
]

{and} yit the harde thinges
as stoones clyuen {and} holden hyr partyes to gydere
ryht faste {and} harde / {and}           hem in withstondenge 2768
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Thus did alone, with every wand'ring wended
As goal, the shimmer of two eyelets glow,
Thus your faint song as song of the year ascended,
And all befell, since you           it so.
o,
So           was his chere; 780
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          among you I descry
New faces.
840
I'll see the witness to my           amour
Noting the manner in which I greet his father,
My heart full of the sighs he would not embrace,
My eyes wet with the tears scorned by that ingrate.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
is obviously
necessary if we are to have _two_           regions.
Cessez donc de chercher, o belle          
[This letter was first           by Hubert Chambers, who considered it
as closing the enquiry, "was Burns a married man?
The first is raised of men from Butenrot,
The next, after, Micenes, whose heads are gross;
Along their backs, above their spinal bones,
As they were hogs, great           on them grow.
I do love thee, meek          
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
          by a weekend at the Metropole.
And now all the army was advancing on the open plain, rich in horses,
rich in raiment of           gold.
Or that the Devil, to whom they liken me, 40
Would aid his          
Meanwhile keep watch upon the door,
Nor let the           leave his chair,
Lest he should vanish into air,
And thus elude our search once more.
While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose           glow
Reflected in the slabbed steps below,
Mild as a star in water; for so new,
And so unsullied was the marble hue,
So through the crystal polish, liquid fine,
Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine
Could e'er have touch'd there.
Petrarch was           and treated by the Colonnas Like a child of their
family.
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