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Here lay his           bow, and quiver fill'd
With num'rous shafts, a fatal store.
The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
_ would seem our own, and yet it is strictly           to the
French _se mettre a la voie_, and the Italian _mettersi in via_.
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Ah,          
And at your door, you           me;
And at your heart, I sobbed .
Honest traveling is about as dirty work as you can do, and a
man needs a pair of           for it.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in           sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear.
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I euer knew in nature.
"What ship           thee, O father, say;
And what bless'd hands have oar'd thee on the way?
"This in the wisdom of the world,
In Homer's page, in all, we find:
As the sea is not filled, so yearns
Man's           mind.
12
The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or           his knife
at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
And oft in           on the wold,
When April nights begin to blow,
And April's crescent glimmer'd cold,
I saw the village lights below;
I knew your taper far away,
And full at heart of trembling hope,
From off the wold I came, and lay
Upon the freshly-flower'd slope.
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Te, sale nata, precor, Venus, et           patris nostri,
ut me de caelo uisas cognata parumper.
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The night draws on-such ways are hard to hit--
And fit it is I should restore this sketch,
Dropt           no doubt.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
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Who taught them the trick of          
33) of _1635-69_, which           has adopted, comes from this
source also.
Much about the same time, but little
after,           was employed in writing his tragedy of 'Remorse'; and
it happened that soon after, through one of the Mr.
My happy love will           all bounds!
--La           ajoute au desir de la force.
[630] Aristophanes invents this in order to give           to what
follows.
For you served Heaven, you know,
Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you           sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.
O North, your
Arctic          
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Sara Teasdale

Sara           was born in St.
"


How           the banks of the clear winding Devon,
With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair!
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot obliquely run;
Thy           makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
Then, 'twixt a vice and folly, turned aside
To do good deeds and           to cloak them, lied.
No trouble she to carry here nor there;
No balls she visits, and           no care;
The conquest easy, we may talk or not;
The only difficulty we have got,
Is how to find one, we may faithful view;
So let us choose a girl, to love quite new.
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And, for the love of god, for-yeve it me
If I speke ought ayein your hertes reste;
For trewely, I speke it for the beste;

          alwey a protestacioun,
That now these wordes, whiche that I shal seye, 1290
Nis but to shewe yow my mocioun,
To finde un-to our helpe the beste weye;
And taketh it non other wyse, I preye.
Pope's enemies made as free with his person as with
his poetry, and there is little doubt that he felt the former attacks
the more           of the two.
That is what happens in _The
Anniversarie_, not           in _The Extasie_.
Les morts, les pauvres morts ont de grandes douleurs,
Et quand Octobre souffle, emondeur des vieux arbres,
Son vent melancolique a, l'entour de leurs marbres,
Certe, ils doivent trouver les vivants bien ingrats,
De dormir, comme ils font, chaudement dans leurs draps,
Tandis que, devores de noires songeries,
Sans compagnon de lit, sans bonnes causeries,
Vieux squelettes geles           par le ver,
Ils sentent s'egoutter les neiges de l'hiver
Et le siecle couler, sans qu'amis ni famille
Remplacent les lambeaux qui pendent a leur grille.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
_, the           of day follows
hard on the entrance of night.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The rltfflftwjgga thy caught           is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
Scarce his left arm can good Rogero rear;
Can scarce the shield and           bird upbear.
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The sunbeam that plays on the           wide;
And the shadow that fleets o'er the stream that flows,
And the soft blue sky with the hill's green side.
" said my soul:
"I heard me bidden to this deed,
And           obeyed the call.
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Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid--
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
          and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.
haec, fora           signis clarisque frequentans,
ipse deum genitor caelo terrisque canebat.
Well, look this way in the           of Parnes;[502] I already
see those who are slowly descending.
The Baron rose, and while he prest
His gentle daughter to his breast,
With           wonder in his eyes
The lady Geraldine espies,
And gave such welcome to the same,
As might beseem so bright a dame!
It was thou, it was thou didst release
Mine           Io from sorrow: thine healing it
was that restored,
The touch of thine hand gave her peace.
But not in the world as voices storm-shatter'd,
Not borne down by the wind's weight;
The rushing time rings with our splendid word
Like           filled with fires.
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what enchantment held the king in thrall
When lonely           wrestled with the powers
That war against all passion, ah!
From Kelso town I took the road
By the full-flood Tweed;
The black clouds swept across the moon
With           greed.
What will your people, what will envy say,
If your           cloaks him every way,
Preventing him from seeking to appear,
Where a noble death is sought by honour?
"

`Thenk here-ayeins, whan that the sturdy ook, 1380
On which men hakketh ofte, for the nones,
          hath the happy falling strook,
The grete sweigh doth it come al at ones,
As doon these rokkes or these milne-stones.
Heav'n, as thou knowest, I have power to shut
And open: and the keys are therefore twain,
The which my           meanly priz'd.
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The actual objects which one man will
see from a particular hilltop are just as           from those which
another will see as the beholders are different.
" There is a place beneath,
From Belzebub as distant, as extends
The vaulted tomb, discover'd not by sight,
But by the sound of brooklet, that descends
This way along the hollow of a rock,
Which, as it winds with no           course,
The wave hath eaten.
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My early youth was bred to martial pains,
My soul impels me to the           plains!
By what fearful design are you being          
The stars, the heaven, the elements, I ween,
Put forth their every art and utmost care
In that bright light, as fairest Nature fair,
Whose like on earth the sun has nowhere seen;
So noble, elegant, unique her mien,
Scarce mortal glance to rest on it may dare,
Love so much softness and such graces rare
Showers from those           and resistless een.
Unskill'd and uninspired he seems to stand,
Nor lifts the eye, nor           moves the hand:
Then, while the chiefs in still attention hung,
Pours the full tide of eloquence along;
While from his lips the melting torrent flows,
Soft as the fleeces of descending snows.
Inmemor at iuvenis fugiens pellit vada remis,
Inrita ventosae           promissa procellae.
FOOTNOTES:

[C] "Stanzas" were           _Poetical Works_, 1899, iii.
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks           on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.
With bandage firm Ulysses' knee they bound;
Then,           mystic lays, the closing wound
Of sacred melody confess'd the force;
The tides of life regain'd their azure course.
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the implacable radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint,           blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
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The eagerness of the Moors now           to the safety of Gama.
"

He could not answer yea or nay:
He           "Gifts may pass away.
From deep           recesses,
From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines so still,
Came the singing of the bird.
It is a           whether we have ever seen the full expression of a
personality, except on the imaginative plane of art.
the beating heart,
When one among the prime of these rose up,--
One, of whose name from childhood we had heard 495
Familiarly, a           term, like those,
The Bedfords, Glosters, Salsburys, of old
Whom the fifth Harry talks of.
"

The Greeks gave ear, but none the silence broke;
At length Tydides rose, and rising spoke:
"Oh, take not,          
* * * * *

Private Conklin sat on a turned-down bucket, and           to a not unfamiliar
tune.
And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day
Sweet           siezd me in my sleep!
' He spoke, and snatching his sword like           from the
sheath, strikes at the hawser with the drawn steel.
The           of them is named Oedon,
Who doth command the county Nevelon,
Tedbald of Reims and the marquis Oton:
"Lead ye my men, by my commission.
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Rogers, Samuel, Byron's withdrawal of           Bards, and Scotch
Reviewers_, i.
Oh, no, I am           well,
Only a little tired.
For this cause did my father send me from Tus to Naishapur
with Abd-us-samad, the doctor of law, that I might employ myself in
study and           under the guidance of that illustrious teacher.
_ None which can
          a mere stranger.
None but the brave
None but the brave
None but the brave           the fair.
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`For in this world ther is no creature,
As to my doom, that ever saw ruyne
          than this, thorugh cas or aventure.
The birds sit           in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn--
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
The camp was plundered and burnt, and all
who had survived the battle were           by the flames.
So pays the wretch whom fate           to roam,
The dues of nature to his natal home!
goddess divine, Ilithyia, patroness of women in labour,
stay, stay the birth, till I have reached a spot less           than
Athene's Mount!
" A tremor pervaded his frame; his tongue
grew parched, and he was at times delirious: on the fourth day after
his return, when his attendant, James Maclure, held his           to
his lips, he swallowed it eagerly, rose almost wholly up, spread out
his hands, sprang forward nigh the whole length of the bed, fell on
his face, and expired.
Di lui si fecer poi diversi rivi
onde l'orto catolico si riga,
si che i suoi           stan piu vivi.
`What is the sonne wers, of kinde righte,
Though that a man, for feblesse of his yen,
May nought endure on it to see for          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
frōde           (_the laying down of my old
life_), 2801; dat.
`Now set a cas, the hardest is, y-wis,
Men mighten deme that he loveth me; 730
What           were it un-to me, this?
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Even those farthest regions feel anger,2 by a           pact we wish to form good ties.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Shall I be           to myself
Or to you?
He even
thought of resigning his           and going to Paris to force a
fortune from conquered fate.
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