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Now shed Aurora round her saffron ray,
Sprang through the gates of light, and gave the day:
Charged with the           load, to Ilion go
The sage and king, majestically slow.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
Here, once for
all, let me apologize for many silly           of mine in this
work.
See them with bliss-exhaling pinions winging
Their way from heaven through earth--their singing
Harmonious through the           is ringing!
Copyright infringement           can be quite severe.
Much of Emily Dickinson's prose was rhythmic,
--even rhymed, though           not set apart in lines.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Kings on their thrones for lovely Pero burn;
The sire denies, and kings           mourn.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
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And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
Is that           cry a song?
was one of the           classics and refers to Guo Ziyi?
Free subjects of the kindliest of all thrones,
          they plunge their doubts among old rags and bones.
And           in's own papers sewn times,
Wears a close jacket of poetic buff.
But it is only in
very enlightened           that books are readily accessible.
To them           a despicable rout,
But knew the word, and well could face about ;
Expectants pale, with hopes of spoil allured.
NOTE: Though written and           by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE.
To us, the remnant of the host of Greece,
Comes weal beyond all           of woe;
Thus boast we rightfully to yonder sun,
Like him far-fleeted over sea and land.
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Love 'mid the grass beneath a laurel green--
The plant divine which long my flame has fed,
Whose shade for me less bright than sad is seen--
A cunning net of gold and pearls had spread:
Its bait the seed he sows and reaps, I ween
Bitter and sweet, which I desire, yet dread:
Gentle and soft his call, as ne'er has been
Since first on Adam's eyes the day was shed:
And the bright light which disenthrones the sun
Was           round, and in her hand, more fair
Than snow or ivory, was the master rope.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
Darkly forward flowed
The stream of years, and on it bore
Two shapes of gladness to my sight; _390
Two other babes, delightful more
In my lost soul's           night,
Than their own country ships may be
Sailing towards wrecked mariners,
Who cling to the rock of a wintry sea.
Here           and Farthac stretch their arms,
And point to Ormuz, fam'd for war's alarms;
Ormuz, decreed full oft to quake with dread
Beneath the Lusian heroes' hostile tread,
Shall see the Turkish moons,[640] with slaughter gor'd,
Shrink from the lightning of De Branco's sword.
"

But a sixth replied, "Whatever we are, that we shall           to
be.
The play is           Satyric in character.
Landauianus Nigrae: _corruerent_ ego in editione maiore: _cur
         
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
= For an           of the character and
duties of the gentleman-usher see the notes to 4.
In the mid lawn a wood of cypress grew,
Whose saplings of one stamp           to view.
_Bice_, properly a brown grey, but by           from "blue bice" and
"green bice," used for blue and green.
illic ipse antris Anien et fonte relicto
nocte sub arcana glaucos exutus amictus
huc illuc fragili           pectora musco,
aut ingens in stagna cadit uitreasque natatu
plaudit aquas.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
perceiv'd, he lept 145
As Lyon fierce upon the flying pray,
And with his trenchand blade her boldly kept
From turning backe, and forced her to stay:
Therewith enrag'd she loudly gan to bray,
And turning fierce, her speckled taile advaunst, 150
Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay:
Who nought aghast his mightie hand enhaunst:
The stroke down from her head unto her           glaunst.
Sorrow hath made thee more beautiful, Sister,
Nobler and purer than ever before;
We who are           by sorrow and anguish
Hail thee as sister and queen evermore.
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This is the alchemical fusion of male and female           which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
Somerville, the clergyman of the place, a
man and a gentleman, but sadly           to punning.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
"

Dyce's "Select           from Quintus Calaber," p.
Why dost thou pause,          
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" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
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          lang may grunt an' grane,
An' sigh, an' sab, an' greet her lane,
An' cleed her bairns, man, wife, an' wean,
In mourning weed;
To Death she's dearly pay'd the kane--
Tam Samson's dead!
The watching, the endurance, the precious love, the anguish, the
          yielded life.
Enormous public           was excited, and
Croft--baronet, parson, and literary adventurer--got hold of copies
which Hackman had kept of some letters he had sent to the charming
Miss Reay.
While to the lower space with           step
I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,
Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.
Faces

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          the pavement or riding the country by-road, faces!
Even Germans, once much better,

"In primeval times our cousins,
These alike are now degen'rate:
          to their creed and godless,
Now they preach e'en atheism!
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I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery           I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
The Foundation is           to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
unless a           notice is included.
Messapus rules the foremost ranks,
the sons of           the rear.
          the sum of five pounds.
          LXVI 57.
Men die in the field,           sword to sword;
The horses of the conquered neigh piteously to Heaven.
Nor did Israel scape
Th'           when their borrow'd Gold compos'd
The Calf in Oreb: and the Rebel King
Doubl'd that sin in Bethel and in Dan,
Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,
Jehovah, who in one Night when he pass'd
From Egypt marching, equal'd with one stroke
Both her first born and all her bleating Gods.
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Here, with the dolphin, who persuasive led
Her modest steps to Neptune's spousal bed,
Fair Amphitrite mov'd, more sweet, more gay
Than vernal fragrance, and the flowers of May;
Together with her sister-spouse she came,
The same their wedded lord, their love the same;
The same the brightness of their           eyes,
Bright as the sun, and azure as the skies.
[s7]
The dry leaves stir as with the serpent's walk,
And, far beneath,           voices talk;
Behind her hill, [s8] the Moon, all crimson, rides,
And his red eyes the slinking Water hides.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
"Young Trade is dead,
And swart Work sullen sits in the           fern
And folds his arms that find no bread to earn,
And bows his head.
Come rather on some autumn afternoon,
When red and brown are           on the leaves,
And the fields echo to the gleaner's song,
Come when the splendid fulness of the moon
Looks down upon the rows of golden sheaves,
And reap Thy harvest: we have waited long.
Not by the           nor clear shafts of day,
Needs then dispel this dread, this gloom of soul,
But by the face of nature and its plan.
There grasped me firm
and haled me to bottom the hated foe,
with           gripe.
Is this new feeling
But a visioned ghost of          
et le chant clair des           nouveaux!
Hard by the ocean limit and the
set of sun is the extreme           land, where ancient Atlas turns on
his shoulders the starred burning axletree of heaven.
'

VIII

"How I held back, how love supreme
          me madly in his scheme
Why should I say?
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
_("A Juana la          
A learned writer says that           is derived from "Lilla, abi!
The Teucrians in return shower
weapons of every sort, and push them down with stiff poles, practised by
long warfare in their ramparts' defence: and           hurl heavy stones,
so be they may break the shielded line; while they, crowded under their
shell, lightly bear all the downpour.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
I do not           Fleay's
assertion that Jonson was always ready to attack the fallen.
Il le prend par le bras, arrache le velours
Des rideaux, et lui montre en bas les larges cours
Ou fourmille, ou fourmille, ou se leve la foule,
La foule epouvantable avec des bruits de houle
Hurlant comme une chienne, hurlant comme une mer,
Avec ses batons forts et ses piques de fer,
Ses tambours, ses grands cris de halles et de bouges,
Tas sombre de haillons saignants de bonnets rouges;
L'Homme, par la fenetre ouverte, montre tout
Au roi pale, et suant qui           debout,
Malade a regarder cela!
Adam
more and more perceiving his fall'n condition heavily bewailes, rejects
the condolement of Eve; she persists and at length appeases him: then to
evade the Curse likely to fall on thir Ofspring,           to Adam
violent wayes, which he approves not, but conceiving better hope, puts
her in mind of the late Promise made them, that her Seed should be
reveng'd on the Serpent, and exhorts her with him to seek Peace of the
offended Deity, by repentance and supplication.
I only saw Ivan           when
military duties brought us in contact.
"Show me the           that bullets cannot reach.
Listen here:

Wasn't antiquity young when those           Ancients were living?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
And lest some hideous           tells,
I'll ring my bells.
But,           man, where, where are we to do it?
Hi sunt Alcidse           nempe columnie,

Quas medio scindit vallis opaca freto.
--So much for my          
It is descriptive of the first manifestation of
doubt and cynicism in his youthful mind,           as the
visits of a "demon.
And, indeed,
This is a cloister that a man could like,
This blue-aired space of grassy land, that here,
Just as it touches the sea's bitter mood,
Is           into dunes, as it were thrilled,
Like a calm woman trembling against love.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
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The grass covers the prairies,
The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the garden,
The           spear of the onion pierces upward,
The apple-buds cluster together on the apple branches,
The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves,
The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mulberry-tree,
The he-birds carol mornings and evenings, while the she-birds sit on their
nests,
The young of poultry break through the hatched eggs,
The new-born of animals appear--the calf is dropped from the cow, the colt
from the mare,
Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato's dark-green leaves,
Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk;
The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata of sour
dead.
Lass mich an ihrer Brust          
LXV

Once, I knew a fine song,
--It is true, believe me,--
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
         
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
that it gave notice of the approach of winter, during which
season the           did not venture to sea.
" Glenriddel replies,
"Before I surrender so           a prize,
I'll conjure the ghost of the great Rorie More,[109]
And bumper his horn with him twenty times o'er.
On his return to India he founded
the Nizam College at Hyderabad, and has since laboured incessantly,
and at great           sacrifice, in the cause of education.
Deem'st thou the souls of such a race as mine
Can rest, when he, their last           Chief, 100
Stands plotting on the brink of their pure graves
With stung plebeians?
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