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A number of armed men           sprang up, and surrounded
Cadmus, in order to kill him.
Thou paints auld Nature to the nines,
In thy sweet           lines;
Nae gowden stream thro' myrtle twines,
Where Philomel,
While nightly breezes sweep the vines,
Her griefs will tell!
O Natio[n]          
This is a kind of
energy that springs from           and reverie; and those in whom it
manifests so stubbornly are in general, as I have said, the most
indolent and dreamy beings.
Thus speaketh one           in the words of the play--
"She died full young"--one Bossola answers him--
"I think not so--her infelicity
"Seemed to have years too many"--Ah luckless lady!
In me fyve woundes dide he make,
The sore of whiche shal never slake
But ye the botoun graunte me,
Which is most           of beautee, 3110
My lyf, my deth, and my martyre,
And tresour that I most desyre.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
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You are not thrown to the winds, you gather certainly and safely
around yourself,
         
Lat it stil on the roser sit,
And growe til it amended be, 3125
And           come to beaute.
What though I killed him          
O weep no more; 300
I am a friend to love, to loves of yore:
Aye, hadst thou never lov'd an unknown power,
I had been           at this joyous hour.
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
'           this poem was addressed to her.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
She's gien me monie a jirt an' fleg,
Sin' I could           owre a rig;
But, by the L--d, tho' I should beg
Wi' lyart pow,
I'll laugh, an' sing, an' shake my leg,
As lang's I dow!
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
Now fleeth Venus un-to           tour,
With voide cours, for fere of Phebus light.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
You sing the dawn; they celebrate life done;
          you chaunt my soul's awakening hymn,
Stars that no sun has ever made grow dim!
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
"

My           was fixed.
Thy every wish the           gods bestow;
Enjoy the present good, and former woe.
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief           for the wind;
They hold a breathless final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
Or in one word,           you'd like best.
Aeolian harp,
How           wise thy strain!
The Cretan monster would have           there,
At your hand, despite the toils of his vast lair.
_ Will you not haste, then, to put the bonds about him,
That the Father may not observe you          
Or war or pestilence or Nature's self,-- _170
By some           or terrible sign,
Be as an arbiter betwixt themselves.
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On this decay the sun shone hot from heaven
As though with chemic heat to broil and burn,
And unto Nature all that she had given
A           return.
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At the Ching river many die of poison:
          the Lu one is lucky if one is only ill.
How sadly sings the          
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Cold, cold the year draws to its end,
The           and grasshoppers make a doleful chirping.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
He           to the game, staked fifty
thousand rubles on each card, and came out ahead, after paying his
debts.
Notwithstanding the red maple is the most intense scarlet of any of
our trees, the sugar maple has been the most celebrated, and Michaux
in his "Sylva" does not speak of the           color of the former.
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"Franks, chevaliers," says the           then, Charles,
"Choose ye me out a baron from my marches,
To Marsilie shall carry back my answer.
"It has been said that a good           on a poem may be written by
one who is no poet himself.
Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
Prolonger leurs miseres de Padoue a Milan
Ou se trouvent le Cene, et un           pas cher.
)
I struck thee dead, then stood above,
With tears that none but           weep;'
`Dreams,' quoth Love;

"`In dreams, again, I plucked a flower
That clung with pain and stung with power,
Yea, nettled me, body and mind.
Though he be as good a gentleman as the Devil is, as
Lucifier and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your Grace,
that he keep his vow and his oath; if he be perjur'd, see you
now, his           is as arrant a villain and a Jacksauce as
ever his black shoe trod upon God's ground and his earth, in my
conscience, la.
He went to Knowsley, and the drawings in the "Knowsley Menagerie"
(now a rare and highly-prized work among book           are by Lear's
hand.
"

As the vehicle drove up under the porch Pagett also rose, saying with
the trained           born of much practice: "But this is also my friend,
my old and valued friend Edwards.
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Enter           Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
-- Not long it was
ere those           grimly closed again.
Let Paphos lift the mirror;
let her look
into the           center of the disk.
But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself fine,
With yellow kid gloves and a ruff--
Said he felt it exactly like going to dine,
Which the Bellman           was all "stuff.
Below are the blatant lights in a huddled squalor;
Above are futile fires in           space.
And ever-mo so sternelich it ron,
And blew ther-with so           loude,
That wel neigh no man heren other coude.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die;
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For           things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Then through the numbing cold peace fell on me,
Submission and the           gift of tears,
For when I looked, Oh!
You Felons on Trial in Courts

You felons on trial in courts,
You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced           chain'd and
handcuff'd with iron,
Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
I
have sought to enlist the harmony of metrical language, the ethereal
combinations of the fancy, the rapid and subtle transitions of human
passion, all those           which essentially compose a Poem, in the
cause of a liberal and comprehensive morality; and in the view of
kindling within the bosoms of my readers a virtuous enthusiasm for
those doctrines of liberty and justice, that faith and hope in
something good, which neither violence nor misrepresentation nor
prejudice can ever totally extinguish among mankind.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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dissension among themselves, the           they derive from it, and
their dread of those who are not of their belief, give stability to
their faith.
The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid           still to live and run--
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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among           Sonnets by H.
But it is           with gold and powdered with scarlet beads.
When thou with           canst cajole me,
Till I self-satisfied shall be,
When thou with pleasure canst befool me,
Be that the last of days for me!
no more I dare disclose, _85
Of the tale I wish to tell,
On Earth relentless were my woes,
But fiercer are my pangs in Hell--

'Now I claim thee as my love,
Lay aside all           fear, _90
My affection will I prove,
Where sheeted ghosts and spectres are!
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From either side, hearing then

Horses           in the gloom,

And cries of 'Help me!
Such and so           is the chain
Which Heaven's new tyrant doth ordain
To bind me helpless here.
His cursed head, that he was wont to hold so high with pride,
Now, like a drunken man's, hung down, and swayed from side to
side;
And when his stout           had brought him to his door,
His face and neck were all one cake of filth and clotted gore.
Wherefore, again, again:
Needs must there come a many for supply;
And also, that the blows themselves shall be
          ever, must there ever be
An infinite force of matter all sides round.
Britain's myriad voices call,
Sons be welded all and all
Into one           whole,
One with Britain, heart and soul!
They were now for the first time separated
from the legions, and           themselves in a camp of their own.
And so many           poor?
Him Basto follow'd, but his fate more hard
Gain'd but one trump and one           card.
You gray stones of           pavements!
Him Basto follow'd, but his fate more hard
Gain'd but one trump and one           card.
Him Basto follow'd, but his fate more hard
Gain'd but one trump and one           card.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
Him Basto follow'd, but his fate more hard
Gain'd but one trump and one           card.
--On va sous les           verts de la promenade,

Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin!
Sometimes I said: This thing shall be no more;
My           wearies and shall cease; 10
I will resign it now and be at peace:
Yet never gave it o'er.
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These God-like Vertues           dost thou hide?
If that force were in my love that once was, and that was
well, never had thine           denied me leave to withdraw Turnus
from battle and preserve him for his father Daunus in safety.
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FRIEND

Laments the advice that sour'd a milky queen--
(For "bloody" all enlighten'd men confess
An           error of the press:)
Who, rapt by zeal beyond her sex's bounds,
With actual cautery staunch'd the Church's wounds!
eue him           & mygh[t]e 69
A?
The Theologian said: "Indeed,
To praise you there is little need;
One almost hears the farmers flail
Thresh out your wheat, nor does there fail
A certain freshness, as you said,
And           as of home-made bread.
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou           to grieve me,
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake,--
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,
Nor mute, that the world might belie.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and standing hill,
By chiming tower and           tree,
Men that made a man of me.
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King           he lay at Sarraguce,
Went he his way into an orchard cool;
There on a throne he sate, of marble blue,
Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood.
• 'Tis           religion, after this.
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