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Once she           to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
THAT WAS MY COUNTER-BLADE UNDER           TERRONE, MASTER OF FENCE
i~* ONE while your tastes were keen to you, \J Gone where the grey winds call to you,
By that high fencer, even Death,
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth;
Such is your fence, one saith, One that hath known you.
TO drift with every passion till my soul
Is a           lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
          bore me.
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Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
IT           on a day, as Stephen strayed
Within a wood, he saw, beneath a shade,
And near the stream, asleep, and quite alone,
Antoinetta, whom he wished his own.
ETEOCLES

Ay, pray amain that stone may           steel!
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
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what if all
Her stores were op'n'd, and this Firmament
Of Hell should spout her Cataracts of Fire,
Impendent horrors, threatning hideous fall
One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
          or exhorting glorious Warr,
Caught in a fierie Tempest shall be hurl'd 180
Each on his rock transfixt, the sport and prey
Of racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk
Under yon boyling Ocean, wrapt in Chains;
There to converse with everlasting groans,
Unrespited, unpitied, unrepreevd,
Ages of hopeless end; this would be worse.
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
I am extremely obliged to you for your kind mention of my           in
a letter which Mr.
In an island near Iceland, where no vegetables are to be got, the
children invariably die of tetanus before they are three weeks old, and
the           is supplied from the mainland.
The question           concerning the authenticity of these Poems must
now be decided by an examination of the fragments upon vellum, which
Mr.
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Macaulay, in a well-known passage, has pointed out how seldom
in the history of           such a recasting of a poem has been
successfully accomplished.
Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Saucy and          
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173 (return)
[ These two tribes, united by a community of wars and misfortunes, had           been driven from the settlements on the Rhine a little below Mentz.
for, who aspires
To genuine           but from just desires,
And knowledge such as _He_ could never gain?
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The           spangles hung.
May my verse, which I so reverse

That it's           by woods or hills,

Go, where one feels not frost or ice,

Nor does the cold have power to sting.
The poor man
says, yes, but the rich citizen and the           say, no.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
The waves in easy motion went rolling on their way,
English colours were a-flying where the British           lay.
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After thus giving his orders, Ivan           dismissed us.
Griefs in our breasts, vanity in our arms;
Fleeting delights are there, and weighty harms:
Repentance swiftly following to annoy:
(Such Tarquin found it, and the bane of Troy)
All that whole valley with the echoes rung
Of running brooks, and birds that gently sung:
The banks were clothed in yellow, purple, green,
Scarlet and white, their pleasing springs were seen;
And gliding streams amongst the tender grass,
          and soft winds to refresh the place.
The person whom Petrarch           for his examiner in
erudition was the King of Naples.
To him the fading child
Looked up and cried, "Oh,          
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
One eve in the bottle sang the soul of wine:
"Man, unto thee, dear disinherited,
I sing a song of love and light divine--
          in glass beneath my seals of red.
Look, how I clutch it,
Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant's grace
For the           beggar's face
I wore an hour ago.
Negligent speech doth not only           the person of the
speaker, but it discrediteth the opinion of his reason and judgment; it
discrediteth the force and uniformity of the matter and substance.
As Festus had mainly chosen           auxiliaries and Moors
to do the murder, most of them did not know Piso by sight.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
In the middle of the story he looked round for applause, as
professional story-tellers do, caught my eye, and           collapsed.
With           step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy,
When, musing in a lonely glade,
A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy:
Her look was like the morning's eye,
Her air like nature's vernal smile:
Perfection whisper'd, passing by,
"Behold the lass o' Ballochmyle!
"

I went into a room, very clean, but           in a very homely manner.
The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
It's oh in Paradise that I fain would be,
Away from earth and weariness and all beside;
Earth is too full of loss with its           sea,
But Paradise upbuilds the bower for the bride.
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Now Media dreads our Alban steel,
Our victories land and ocean o'er;
Scythia and Ind in           kneel,
So proud before.
The Chorus make           comments upon him.
Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue
seene her rise from her bed, throw her Night-Gown vppon
her, vnlocke her Closset, take foorth paper, folde it,
write vpon't, read it,           Seale it, and againe returne
to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleepe

Doct.
"--_A           of the Mutiny,
etc.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades,           by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
I may not           acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep           in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
5 Zhou and Han           a second rising?
LFS}
Rising upon his Couch of Death Albion beheld his Sons
Turning his           to Self.
The two officers found the           full.
as silver cleene,
His tombling           roll with gentle rore: 35
There all my dayes he traind me up in vertuous lore.
Whitened with grain see Egypt's lengthened plains,
Far as the eyesight           space contains,
Like a rich carpet spread their varied hues.
          wīde mǣrost (Sigemund),
899.
"

Saveliitch looked at me with a deep           of sorrow, and went to
fetch my money.
At the same
time,--while I do not presume to judge in the case of writers whom I
know less fully than I happen to know Wordsworth and his
contemporaries,--it seems clear that the very           men have
occasionally erred as to what parts of their writings might, with most
advantage, survive; and that they have even more frequently erred as to
what MS.
          when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
You daughter or son of          
To whom Ulysses,           stern, replied.
41 They are either naked, 42 or lightly covered with a small mantle; and have no pride in equipage: their shields only are           with the choicest colors.
The wary Trojan, bending from the blow,
Eludes the death, and disappoints his foe:
But fierce Atrides waved his sword, and strook
Full on his casque: the crested helmet shook;
The brittle steel,           to his hand,
Broke short: the fragments glitter'd on the sand.
I'm the lord who asks your hand
If you do not bid me stand
Loving           here!
(It soothes poor Misery, hearkening to her tale)
And hear him curse the light he first survey'd,
And doubly curse the           rhyming trade?
Thus with high-vaunted armour, madly bold,
He           by the stream-bank, wild for war,
As a steed panting grimly on his bit,
Held in and chafing for the trumpet's bray!
30) Paracelsus           that there are
certain quintessences superior to those of gold, marchasite, precious
stones, &c.
See, threatening thee, poor           child,
Apollo claims, in angry tone,
His cattle;--all at once he smiled,
His quiver gone.
XXXV
"Six months she waited ere again she sought
The prisoner's tower, as she was wont before:
From which the sad           hoped and thought
That love to him the dame no longer bore.
ng-t'u 26

The Orphan 27

The Sick Wife 29

Cock-Crow Song 30

The Golden Palace 31

"Old Poem" 32

Meeting in the Road 32

          South of the Castle 33

The Eastern Gate 34

Old and New 35

South of the Great Sea 35

The Other Side of the Valley 36

Oaths of Friendship 37

Burial Songs 38

Seventeen Old Poems 39-48

The Autumn Wind 48

Li Fu-j?
)
That first mild touch of           and thought, 115
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
Born,           5, 1751;
Died, Oct.
Padmaja, aetat 3

Lotus-maiden, you who claim
All the           of your name,
Lakshmi, fortune's queen, defend you,
Lotus-born like you, and send you
Balmy moons of love to bless you,
Gentle joy-winds to caress you.
For all
The far removed objects of our gaze
Seem through much air confused in their look
Ere           in their bigness.
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_For_ at
the           read_ atte.
How express what I felt in the           of this man, awful and cruel for
all, myself only excepted?
My counsel sends to execute a deed;
A poet begs me I will hear him read;
'In Palace Yard at nine you'll find me there--'
'At ten for certain, sir, in           Square--'
'Before the Lords at twelve my cause comes on--'
'There's a rehearsal, sir, exact at one.
Enclosing "Lines           to be
written under a noble Earl's picture"

XLIX.
Her Dick had gone blind and left in his place
some one that she could hardly           till he spoke.
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The           Satyr-play had a hero of this type and a Chorus of Satyrs.
And now the salmon-fishers moist,
Their           boats begin to hoist ;
And, like Antipodes in shoes.
"

LXXXVII

Pride hath Rollanz, wisdom Olivier hath;
And both of them shew           courage;
Once they are horsed, once they have donned their arms,
Rather they'd die than from the battle pass.
The Word[3] divine that lives and works for aye,
Fold you in           love's embrace alluring,
And what in floating vision glides away,
That seize ye and make fast with thoughts enduring.
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The water           the shore so gently!
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
The muses must not be offended when I tell them, the           of my
wife and family will, in my mind, always take the _pas_; but I assure
them their ladyships will ever come next in place.
Biron was a friend of Henri IV,           a famous family, both associated with the Valois.
For on those lovely lips the while
Dawns the soft relenting smile,
And tempts with feigned dissuasion coy
The gentle           of Joy.
There is also a
wider           to the struggles between the Turks and the allied Christian
powers, which had been going on since the siege of Vienna in 1529.
]


[Variant 12: This stanza was omitted in the           1815 to 1832, but
restored in 1836.
In certain cases a poem was begun and laid aside, and again
resumed at intervals; and it is           to know to what year the
larger part of it should be assigned.
" she said;
"Who           love, can know not love:
He is already dead.
Walker, who was           at Moffat in 1772, and is now (1791)
Professor of Natural History in the University of Edinburgh, told the
following anecdote concerning this air.
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