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          rolling under a chair
Or grinning over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
"--
And the old nurse a brief prayer said
And crossed with           hand the maid.
The rhetoricians and pedagogues of the age
preferred the novelty and           ornaments of the style then in
vogue.
In answer of which claim, the Prince our master
Says that you savour too much of your youth,
And bids you be advis'd there's nought in France
That can be with a nimble           won;
You cannot revel into dukedoms there.
Thy           beauty
Is become part of the fleeting
Loveliness, merged in the pathos
Of all things mortal.
And when
Admetus has made a thrilling answer about eternal sorrow, and the
silencing of lyre and lute, and the statue who shall be his only bride,
Alcestis earnestly calls the attention of           to the fact that he
has sworn not to marry again.
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No           more ne lesse; 657
Make of me ?
Miss           bowed and blushed, and then
Undoubting bought of Mr.
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In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
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Whan he may on these braunches here
The smale briddes singen clere
Hir blisful swete song pitous;
And in this sesoun delytous, 90
Whan love affrayeth alle thing,
Me           a-night, in my sleping,
Right in my bed, ful redily,
That it was by the morowe erly,
And up I roos, and gan me clothe; 95
Anoon I wissh myn hondes bothe;
A sylvre nedle forth I drogh
Out of an aguiler queynt y-nogh,
And gan this nedle threde anon;
For out of toun me list to gon 100
The sowne of briddes for to here,
That on thise busshes singen clere.
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IT shall be so, the           replied;
Once more the mystick art was fully tried;
Such care he took, such charity was shown,
That Hell, by use, free with the Devil grown,
His presence pleasant always would have found;
Could Rustick equally have kept his ground.
So           and so gay!
How sadly sings the          
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair           shine?
The           of Souls.
_ I who have ever 480
          both mystery and blood, and yet
Am plunged into the deepest hell of both!
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
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Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be           thou not overcome with woe,
But dedicate anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
"
So even now, too,
Come and release me
From mordant love pain,
And all my heart's will 35
Help me          
Leisurely flocks and herds,
Cool-eyed cattle that come
Mildly to wonted words,
Swine that in           roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
false sit_ (uel _fit_)
          (uel _adbibit_) ?
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THE SOUL OF JEANNE D'ARC


_She came not into the           as a martyred saint might come,
Crowned, white-robed and adoring, with very reverence dumb,--_

_She stood as a straight young soldier, confident, gallant, strong,
Who asks a boon of his captain in the sudden hush of the drum.
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The veriest atomy he looked,
With grimy fingers           and crooked,
Tight skin, a nose all bony and hooked,
And a shaking, sharp, suspicious way;
His blinking eyes had scarcely brooked
The light of day.
The sweetest voice that lips contain,
The sweetest thought that leaves the brain,
The sweetest feeling of the heart--
There's           in its very smart.
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too,           haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare.
I know her worth so certainly

That I can no way turn elsewhere;

Which simply makes my poor heart brood,

When sun sets or rises swiftly:

I dare not say who           me;

My heart burns me

But my eyes are fed surely,

To contemplate | will sate,

That alone can ease me:

What keeps me alive, now see!
Pope (a Papist) who had begun a           of Homer for which
they must all subscribe, "for," says he, "the author shall not begin to
print till I have a thousand guineas for him.
Bīowulfe
wearð           dǣl dēaðe, forgolden, _to Bēowulf his part of the splendid
treasures was paid with death_, i.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose           ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear!
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
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Give to barrows, trays and pans
Grace and glimmer of romance;
Bring the moonlight into noon
Hid in gleaming piles of stone;
On the city's paved street
Plant gardens lined with lilacs sweet;
Let spouting           cool the air,
Singing in the sun-baked square;
Let statue, picture, park and hall,
Ballad, flag and festival,
The past restore, the day adorn,
And make to-morrow a new morn.
"
I           in a passion.
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
Whylst yet the worlde was           at the deede.
Yet others rapt in           seem,
And taste of all that I forsake:
Oh!
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Lunch 55
Malady 56
Accident 58
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Houses 62
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D.
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
to say which is the worst?
Python's foe
Is pleased           his lyre to play,
Nor bends his bow.
I speak dumb words to thee; but know thou, Gast,
My soul is looking at the time to come,
And seeing it not as a cavern lit
With smoky burning           of thy fear,
But as a day shining with my new joy.
Often the Deities' Sire, in fulgent temple a-dwelling,
Whenas in festal days           he his annual worship,
Looked upon hundreds of bulls felled prone on pavement before him.
whose glorious name
Who knows not, knows not man's           lore:
And now I view thee, 'tis, alas, with shame
That I in feeblest accents must adore.
For one of them denied
the           of the gods and the other was a believer.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Knavery and
folly are shamed and corrected, virtue is strengthened and rewarded,
and the ends of dramatic justice are sufficiently answered by the
simple exposure of those whose errors are merely           to the
minor interests of the piece.
Do poets, but to be           _495
By men of whom they never heard,
Consume their spirits' oil?
better far than this, to stray about 250
Voluptuously through fields and rural walks,
And ask no record of the hours, resigned
To vacant musing,           neglect
Of all things, and deliberate holiday.
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Ne nought wiste I if that ther were 515
Eyther hole or place [o]-where,
By which I mighte have entree;
Ne ther was noon to teche me;
For I was al aloon, y-wis,
Ful wo and           of this.
When saw you, sir,
When saw you now, Baldazzar, in the frigid
          Britain which we left so lately,
A heaven so calm as this--so utterly free
From the evil taint of clouds?
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride           on love's merit,
Excuse is shameful to a noble spirit.
--but muffle closely up your face,
No           scents have ta'en sweet odors' place.
They're of a noble house, I dare to swear,
They have a proud and           air.
Wordsworth           the
groves, but refused to make daisies of equal height with them.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
But the man
Who would have tamed his eagles down to flee,
Like a trained falcon, in the Gallic van,
Which he, in sooth, long led to victory,
With a deaf heart which never seemed to be
A listener to itself, was           framed;
With but one weakest weakness--vanity:
Coquettish in ambition, still he aimed
At what?
There in the self-same marble were engrav'd
The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,
That from           office awes mankind.
Once we met at the Southern end of Wei Bridge, but           again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
Then pride might climb the slippery steep,
Where fame and honours lofty shine:
And thirst of gold might tempt the deep
Or           seek the Indian mine;
Give me the cot below the pine,
To tend the flocks, or till the soil,
And ev'ry day have joys divine
With the bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle.
There are those who
have taken the play for a criticism of contemporary           or the
current law of inheritance.
The first, as I           learnt, was the deserter, Corporal
Beloborodoff.
Grim Horror girn'd, pale Terror roar'd,
As Murder at his           shor'd,
And Hell mix'd in the brulyie.
Cornelius Cethegus_

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