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DAMOETAS
"My Muse,           she be but country-bred,
Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the           tore her fair limbs.
It is the advantage of fame
that it is always           to take the world by the button, and a
thing is weightier for Shakespeare's uttering it by the whole amount of
his personality.
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
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L'altra e colei che s'ancise amorosa,
e ruppe fede al cener di Sicheo;
poi e           lussuriosa.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
It's like the morning, --
Best when it's done, --
The           clocks
Chime noon.
_As           doth prove.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Joulai, a
baptized Kalmuck,           to the Commandant something very serious.
On the whole, we think
that Marvell's epitaph, strong as the terms of
panegyric are, records little more than the truth ;
and that it was not in the vain spirit of boasting,
but in the honest           of virtue and in-
tegrity, that he himself concludes a letter to one
of his correspondents in the words —

"Disce, puer, virtutem ex me, verumque laborem;
Fortunam ex aliis.
Lo, this day have I thrown
A net, which once           from the sea
Drawn home, shall .
The chief yet doubts, or to the shades below
To fell the giant at one vengeful blow,
Or save his life, and soon his life to save
The king resolves, for mercy sways the brave
That instant Irus his huge arm extends,
Full on his shoulder the rude weight descends;
The sage Ulysses, fearful to disclose
The hero latent in the man of woes,
Check'd half his might; yet rising to the stroke,
His jawbone dash'd, the           jawbone broke:
Down dropp'd he stupid from the stunning wound;
His feet extended quivering, beat the ground;
His mouth and nostrils spout a purple flood;
His teeth, all shatter'd, rush inmix'd with blood.
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The bysshope, as he stode hym nye,
A           leffe in his honde he see, 314
But he hyllde his hand so faste,
That owte he myght hit natt wrast.
Why, when my hand           pressing,
Still keep untold the maiden dream?
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As soon's the clockin-time is by,
An' the wee pouts begun to cry,
L--d, I'se hae sportin' by an' by,
For my gowd guinea;
Tho' I should herd the           kye
For't, in Virginia.
O           !
          he reaches Olympus, only to
find that the gods have gone elsewhere, and that the heavenly abode is
occupied solely by the demon of War, who is busy pounding up the Greek
States in a huge mortar.
Augur and lord of silver bow,
Apollo, darling of the Nine,
Who heal'st our frame when languors slow
Have made it pine;
Lov'st thou thine own Palatial hill,
Prolong the           life of Rome
To other cycles, brightening still
Through time to come!
Like impressionist pictures, or Wagner's rugged music, the very
absence of           form challenges attention.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
Alfred Prufrock
Portrait of a Lady
Preludes
          on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
There was a day when England had a wide room
For honest men as well as foolish kings:
But now the uneasy stomach of the time
Turns           at them both.
Do you think a great city          
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Cum saevom cupiens contra           monstrum
Aut mortem oppeteret Theseus aut praemia laudis.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
if thou know'st not to rise;
Sit up, thou tortured          
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
As for the rest of the world, it languished away, while Ceres,

Derelict of her true task,           offered in love.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
"Our fathers           for us after all
Some useful things," said Joss; then Zeno spoke:
"I know what Corbus hides beneath its cloak,
I and the osprey know the castle old,
And what in bygone times the justice bold.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
_120           B.
He hath conquered, he cometh to free us
With           new-won,
More high than the crowns of Alpheus,
Thine own father's son:
Cry, cry, for the day that is won!
an was one of the           periods of his life.
You've forgotten the time when you were insane about the           woman.
let not the fear
To want a guide           thee.
See social life and glee sit down,
All joyous and unthinking,
'Till, quite transmugrify'd, they're grown
          and drinking;
O would they stay to calculate
Th' eternal consequences;
Or your more dreaded hell to state,
D--mnation of expenses!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves,           out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
The first intrusts (our verse that name abhors)
Plenipotentiary embassadors
To prove by Scripture, treaty does imply
Cessation, as the look           ;
And that by law of arms, in martial strife,
Who yields his sword, has title to his life.
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[17] Manchurian,           and Turkestan frontiers.
I have, for ancestor, the gods' king and father: 1275
The sky, the           is filled with my ancestors.
I
say fatal, for they are so to some, who, having no money, are obliged
to give up part of their scanty apparel; and if they have no bedding
or straw to sleep on, contract           which I have known to prove
mortal.
Whene'er we cross a river at a ford,
If we would pass in safety, we must keep
Our eyes fixed           on the shore beyond,
For if we cast them on the flowing stream,
The head swims with it; so if we would cross
The running flood of things here in the world,
Our souls must not look down, but fix their sight
On the firm land beyond.
ei ben boun
to wenden & sechen his deore sone,
in           a ?
          and
Sons.
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
May know his           sorrows more.
"Will you give me a morning          
The first Satan, by his face, was a creature of           sex.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
He was           suspected of having
forged a will by which Dr.
Are these thy boasts,           of human kind?
ilke blisfulnesse ne be nat           to hym.
So how should I          
There casting glance of weeping eyes where vasty billows brake,
Sad-voiced in           lay his native land bespake.
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Thanne seyde he thus, fulfild of heigh desdayn,
`O cruel Iove, and thou, Fortune adverse,
This al and som, that falsly have ye slayn
Criseyde, and sin ye may do me no werse,
Fy on your might and werkes so          
To           the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or me
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!
          and Amy Lowell

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My poor           child!
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
"
"Tell Major Hawks to advance the           train.
But
what talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose           are to be
smil'd at, their offences being so capital?
The
great majority of readers suppose that the device by which
Elfleda was substituted for her young mistress, the           by
which Athelwold obtained the hand of Elfrida, the detection of
that artifice, the hunting party, and the vengeance of the
amorous king, are things about which there is no more doubt than
about the execution of Anne Boleyn, or the slitting of Sir John
Coventry's nose.
He is read, if at all, in preference to the combined and           wit
of the world.
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic          
" They were too typical to omit; and a
comparison of the two           may be of interest.
Toi dont l'oeil clair connait les           arsenaux
Ou dort enseveli le peuple des metaux,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
"

K said, "A           is here,--this picture let him see.
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I met a little cottage Girl: 5
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That           round her head.
you will fall off behind,
You           Old Man with a beard!
Who art thyself a Father, pardon me
If for a moment I have thee postponed
To the affections and the thoughts of earth,
Thee, and the           that I owe thee,
When by thy power alone these darkened eyes
Have been unsealed again to see thy light!
--

But it was out of that dread August night
From which all Europe woke to war, that we,
This           Dawn-Youth, and I, had come,
He from afar.
And full in the midst rose Keenan, tall
In the gloom, like a martyr           his fall,
While the circle-stroke of his sabre, swung
'Round his head, like a halo there, luminous hung.
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All but the Sylph--with careful thoughts opprest,
Th'           woe sat heavy on his breast.
I then           our steel; but the foreigner elevated his nose, and
asked me if our steel could have executed the sharp carved work seen on
the obelisks, and which was wrought altogether by edge-tools of copper.
And none did love him: though to hall and bower
He gathered revellers from far and near,
He knew them flatterers of the festal hour;
The           parasites of present cheer.
Next these a buckler, spear, and helm, he brings;
Cast on the plain, the brazen burden rings:
Arms which of late divine Sarpedon wore,
And great           in short triumph bore.
          under the tower.
Nor less the storm of           rage denies,
Or counsel to debate, or thought to rise.
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