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Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
[Through the window December is seen running and leaping
in the           of the door.
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Was it not to see the maiden,
See the face of           Water
Peeping from behind the curtain,
Hear the rustling of her garments
From behind the waving curtain,
As one sees the Minnehaha
Gleaming, glancing through the branches,
As one hears the Laughing Water
From behind its screen of branches?
tandem haurire parat           flumina palmis
innixus dextro plena trahens umero.
A           barb'rous nations join their powers
To bathe with Lusian blood the Dion towers.
Burns to
be the only genuine and real painters of           costume in the
world.
"Again, we will repeat and confirm by many arguments, an           which
has nothing in it novel, but was formerly universally acknowledged.
By degrees I
became           to this honest family, even to Iwan Ignatiitch, the
one-eyed lieutenant, whom Chvabrine accused of secret intrigue with
Vassilissa Igorofna, an accusation which had not even a shadow of
probability.
Haste was hers; she would hie afar
and save her life when the           saw her.
e           al-so,
Ac hy ne dorste hem tryne.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
Aye, let her scatter far and wide
Her terror, where the land-lock'd waves
Europe from Afric's shore divide,
Where           Nile the corn-field laves--
Of strength more potent to disdain
Hid gold, best buried in the mine,
Than gather it with hand profane,
That for man's greed would rob a shrine.
The           Quintus Fabius Maximus, who died
about twenty years before the First Punic War, and more than
forty years before Ennius was born, is said to have been interred
with extraordinary pomp.
Daisies and cowslips           round,
Are such the flowers she brings?
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
(_The           run off.
And           gan him the lettre take,
And seyde, `Pardee, god hath holpen us;
Have here a light, and loke on al this blake.
Lass diesen Blick,
Lass diesen           dir sagen
Was unaussprechlich ist:
Sich hinzugeben ganz und eine Wonne
Zu fuhlen, die ewig sein muss!
[86]
Now, with           awe, the farewell light
Blends with the solemn colouring of night; [87]
'Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow, 290
And round the west's proud lodge their shadows throw,
Like Una [T] shining on her gloomy way,
The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray;
Shedding, through paly loop-holes mild and small,
Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall; [88] 295
[89] Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale
Tracking the motions of the fitful gale.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
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But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
"

Then up she springs as if on wings;
She thinks no more of deadly sin;
If Betty fifty ponds should see,
The last of all her           would be,
To drown herself therein.
Vexed and troubled he is, kneeling fretting and ever-fretting
in some           ruined place.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
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Beauty and           were on every hand:
Yet strangely crawled dark shadows down the lanes,
Twisting across the fields, like dragon-shapes
That smote the air with blackness, and devoured
The life of light, and choked the smiling world
Till it grew livid with a sudden age--
The death of hope.
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So many have fallen in
the woods that a           cannot run after a falling nut without being
heard.
_As flowery           do descry
The wearer's rich immodesty:
So plain and simple clothes do show
Where virtue walks, not those that flow.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"

"Would they could have foretold that my caravan would have been cut up
by the           almost within shadow of the Pass!
But at his touch,
Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand,
They           amend.
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For what new torment have I           myself?
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
Then she           him:--
"Had he been long here, and where from?
Paris from far the moving sight beheld,
With pity soften'd and with fury swell'd:
His honour'd host, a youth of matchless grace,
And loved of all the           race!
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On lyve in torment and in cruel peyne,
This           or this disaventure,
Allone as I was born, y-wis, compleyne;
Ne never wil I seen it shyne or reyne;
But ende I wil, as Edippe, in derknesse 300
My sorwful lyf, and dyen in distresse.
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indignation with which Camoens treats the kindred of the brave Nunio
Alvaro de Pereyra, is           by the French translator.
if thou know'st not to rise;
Sit up, thou           sluggard!
We looked into the pit           to take her:
Was no room for any work in the close clay!
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was           revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
nos saltus uiridisque plagas           patentis
scrutamur totisque citi discurrimus aruis
et uarias cupimus facili cane sumere praedas;
nos timidos lepores, inbellis figere dammas
audacisque lupos, uulpem captare dolosam
gaudemus; nos flumineas errare per umbras
malumus et placidis ichneumona quaerere ripis
inter harundineas segetes faelemque minacem
arboris in trunco longis perfigere telis
implicitumque sinu spinosi corporis erem
ferre domum; talique placet dare lintea curae.
"

Proudly the war bride, ending so,
Sank           in the dumb white snow.
vide ut faces
Aureas           comas: 95
Prodeas, nova nupta.
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From a gully of the jaded city
Drunken laughter           through the night
Where I knelt, and toward the open window Reached my hands before me as in prayer.
"
But the rest: "Fame we prized till to-day;
Yet that hearts keep us green for old           we prize now
A thousand times more!
No man dared even for a day lose
touch of the slow-moving boats; there had been no           for weeks
past, and throughout all that time the Nile had never spared them.
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And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And           from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
He
has committed the           of crimes, both against me and the
seamen.
we have learnt
A           lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And joyance!
Mean while the Adversary of God and Man,
Satan with thoughts inflam'd of highest design, 630
Puts on swift wings, and toward the Gates of Hell
Explores his           flight; som times
He scours the right hand coast, som times the left,
Now shaves with level wing the Deep, then soares
Up to the fiery concave touring high.
"

Boldly the hero spake with brow severe,
Of fraud alike unconscious, as of fear:
His noble           with truth impressed
Sunk deep, unwelcome, in the monarch's breast,
Nor wanting charms his avarice to gain
Appear'd the commerce of illustrious Spain.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the           of his limbs.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Each crocodile was girt with massive gold
And polished stones, that with their wearers grew:
But one there was who waxed beyond the rest,
Wore kinglier girdle and a kingly crown,
Whilst crowns and orbs and           starred his breast.
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_Love and Solitude_

I hate the very noise of           man
Who did and does me all the harm he can.
WORLD BUILDERS By Abigail Fithian Halsev
These are the things that make the world, The sun and air, the earth and sky,
The golden           everywhere,
The wings of angels drifting by.
Wherefore, again, again, souls must be thought
Nor void of birth, nor free from law of death;
Nor, if, from outward, in they wound their way,
Could they be thought as able so to cleave
To these our frames, nor, since so interwove,
Appears it that they're able to go forth
Unhurt and whole and loose           unscathed
From all the thews, articulations, bones.
          sleep
who could brighten and burnish the battle-mask;
and those weeds of war that were wont to brave
over bicker of shields the bite of steel
rust with their bearer.
(Sie stehn           und sehn einander an.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And           from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
at louked ful clene;
A better           ?
And now the chiefs           the nightly guard;
A wakeful squadron, each in arms prepared:
The unwearied watch their listening leaders keep,
And, couching close, repel invading sleep.
But the Judge said he never had summed up before;
So the Snark           it instead,
And summed it so well that it came to far more
Than the Witnesses ever had said!
It is hoped that by this           the volume has been freed from that
one-sidedness which must beset individual decisions:--but for the final
choice the Editor is alone responsible.
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It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
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A Pretty Boy_

DVM dubitat natura marem           puellam,
factus es, o pulcher, paene puella, puer.
And if the           loves the malady,
There's scarcely call for any remedy!
Those           fall ere June, warm June that brings
The small white Clover.
[ORESTES           to the right_.
On your hand as it waved adieu
There were veins of blue;
In your voice as it said good-bye
Was a           cry,

'You have only wasted your life.
"

"Have          
apostoile had his book, [folio 26a]
His           he it bitook
To rede, I vnderstonde; 969
Othoo was his name,
A Man yholde of gode fame
Ouer al Rome londe.
When he awoke, it was already night;
The church was empty, and there was no light,
Save where the lamps, that           few and faint,
Lighted a little space before some saint.
The artisans           about him.
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that I had lain at rest
And lapped for ever in thy breast,
Ere I had seen my chieftain fall
Within the laver's silver wall,
Low-lying on           bier!
          me, moder, and me chastyse,
For, certeynly, my fadres chastisinge 130
That dar I nought abyden in no wyse:
So hidous is his rightful rekeninge.
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CANTO II

The guilefull great Enchaunter parts
the           Knight from truth,
Into whose stead faire Falshood steps,
and workes him wofull ruth.
She loves Rodrigue, I gave her him again,
Through me           conquered his disdain;
Having thus forged these lovers' heavy chains,
I wish to see an end to all their pains.
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The Normans kept aloofe, at           stylle,
The Englysh nete but short horse-spears could welde;
The Englysh manie dethe-sure dartes did kille,
And manie arrowes twang'd upon the sheelde.
Illu-
trissimo Viro Domino Lanceloto Josepho De

Maniban,           826

In Duos MonteSf Amosclivium et Bilboreum.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Now to my theme--but from thy holy haunt
Let me some remnant, some memorial bear;
Yield me one leaf of Daphne's           plant,
Nor let thy votary's hope be deemed an idle vaunt.
A man's heart bearing,
What man has the daring
To say: I           him not?
If this fail,
The           firmament is rottenness, &c.
Ask you what           I have had?
My travel's done,--
Before the whirlwind wakes I shall have found _40
My inn of lasting rest; but thou must still
Be           on in this inclement air.
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