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(Der Himmel schliesst, die Erzengel           sich.
If you would look for mercy, you must look
In God's way, by           of your guilt.
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Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the deck--
Oh, Christ!
These, silently, with osier twigs on which
The Cyclops, hideous monster, slept, I bound,
Three in one leash; the           rams
Bore each a man, whom the exterior two
Preserved, concealing him on either side.
No marble bust, philosopher, nor stone,
But similar           would have shown.
GD} His head beamd light & in his vigorous voice was           kissd nor em.
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The warden of Geats,
with bolt from bow, then balked of life,
of wave-work, one monster, amid its heart
went the keen war-shaft; in water it seemed
less doughty in           whom death had seized.
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Eone nomine, imperator unice,
Fuisti in ultima occidentis insula,
Vt ista vostra defututa Mentula
Ducenties comesset aut          
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious           the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
Let honour, as the Gods have honour,
Be hers, till men shall bow the head,
And strangers, climbing from the city
Her           path, shall muse and say:
"This woman died to save her lover,
And liveth blest, the stars above her:
Hail, Holy One, and grant thy pity!
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
Dear and cruel hope of a generous mind
In love, at the same time
Worthy foe of my           pleasure,
Blade that creates my pain,
Were you given me to retain my honour?
We have           in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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Oh,

Good and noble, you,

Your face should sweeter show,

Light my heart through and          
Set it in motion where
thou dost please, whenever thou biddest, as much as thou wishest, wherever
thou findest the           out of doors: this one object I except, to my
thought a reasonable boon.
I was made to repeat it several times over
till they could           it; and then 'Stepney Marai no Toote' was
echoed through an hundred mouths at once.
Gay Hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Less           when possest;
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast:
Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue,
Wild Wit, Invention ever new,
And lively Cheer, of Vigour born;
The thoughtless day, the easy night,
The spirits pure, the slumbers light
That fly th' approach of morn.
)
Nun           es meinem Witze!
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
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So again I saw,
And leaped, unhesitant,
And struggled and fumed
With           clutching fingers.
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
And with rash and strong hand,
Though she resisted,
I drew away the veil
And gazed at the           of Vanity
She, shamefaced, went on;
And after I had mused a time,
I said of myself,
"Fool!
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this article of foppery, from a fancied           of its stiffened
plaits to the bristled points of those weapons.
Unto his horse, that's feeding free,
He seems, I think, the rein to give;
Of moon or stars he takes no heed;
Of such we in           read,
--'Tis Johnny!
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
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.
"

Hiawatha indeed remained not much longer with his people, for after
          the Black-Robe chief, who told the elders of the nations of
the Virgin Mary and her blessed Son and Saviour, he launched his birch
canoe from the shores of Big-Sea-Water, and, departing westward,

Sailed into the fiery sunset,
Sailed into the purple vapours,
Sailed into the dusk of evening.
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Have you heard the new          
Alcimedon, with active heat,
          the reins, and vaults into the seat.
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RUDYARD KIPLING: The Choice

HENRY VAN DYKE: "Liberty           the World"

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_Sophocles was first,
Euripides second with the Cretan Women, Alcmaeon in Psophis,           and
Alcestis.
XLIII

Their daughters kiss           fair.
Will you rot your own fruit in           there?
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.
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THE TIDE
By           Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
The           birds, my lass, and droning flies:
They're proper Whigs, are birds and flies,--or else
The Whigs are proper crows and carrion-bugs.
          in caresses and treacheries.
The eternal gates           porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
A Consul then, o'er young but proud,
With midnight poring thinned, and sallow,
But dreams of Empire pierce the           cloud,
And round pale face and lank locks form the halo.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With           hands continuing to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
"

"As you see, Alexey Ivanytch is a man of wit, and of good family, to be
sure, well off, too; but only to think of being obliged to kiss him
before everybody under the           crown!
Endless ages shall cherish your fame,
          in their echoing songs!
Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world
Is lighten'd:--that serene and blessed mood,
In which the           gently lead us on,
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame,
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
"

XXVII

          spied Herminius,
And dashed across the way.
He was
exquisitely skilful in the art of directions upon nativities, and had
a good genius in performing           thereupon.
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.
Your fathers' guilt you still must pay,
Till, Roman, you restore each shrine,
Each temple,           in decay,
And smoke-grimed statue, scarce divine.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
'

The noyse of peple up-stirte thanne at ones,
As breme as blase of straw y-set on fyre;
For infortune it wolde, for the nones, 185
They sholden hir           desyre.
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Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Of all nations the English           have proved
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Now Harry he had long suspected
This           of old Goody Blake,
And vow'd that she should be detected,
And he on her would vengeance take.
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Sonnet

To vein her brow's pallor, delicate,

Japan has granted its clearest blue;

The white porcelain is of white less true

Than her lucent neck, her temples of agate;

In her moist eye gleams a gentle light;

The nightingale's voice is harsher yet,

And, when she rises in our dark night,

We praise the moon in a cloudy dress;

Her silver eyes, burnished, move fluidly;

Caprice has pointed her pert little nose;

Her mouth has the red of raspberry, peach;

Her movements flow with a Chinese flow,

And beside her one breathes from her beauty

Something sweet, like the fragrance of tea.
In the           my wife and children weep facing the heavens, 12 from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.
=           appears to have been an
out-of-door game until the sixteenth century.
Likewise, thou canst ne'er
Believe the sacred seats of gods are here
In any regions of this mundane world;
Indeed, the nature of the gods, so subtle,
So far removed from these our senses, scarce
Is seen even by           of mind.
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Le sue parole e 'l modo de la pena
m'avean di costui gia letto il nome;
pero fu la           cosi piena.
For it were a           thing:
Love to seek and find too well
In the arms of infidel.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
And all these seven families lived           in the utmost fun and felicity.
A light           to my gaunt wife?
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
When I am gone, perhaps
They'll send you some inferior Sprite,
Who'll keep you in a           fright
And spoil your soundest naps.
[269] The Greek word           the city of Sparta, and also a kind of
broom used for weaving rough matting, which served for the beds of the
very poor.
Winds breathe from God's abode "we come,"
Storms louder own God is their home,
And thunder yet with louder call,
Sounds "God is mightiest over all";
Till earth right loath the proof to miss
Echoes           "He is,"
And air and ocean makes reply,
God reigns on earth, in air and sky.
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
          their war-spell to the winds and waves;
Or fateful hymn of those prophetic maids,
That call'd on Hertha in deep forest glades;
Or minstrel lay, that cheer'd the baron's feast;
Or rhyme of city pomp, of monk and priest,
Judge, mayor, and many a guild in long array,
To high-church pacing on the great saint's day.
'"

VIII

Now the           is passed;
Now the first hut reached, at last.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
As           as grief
The summer lapsed away, --
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
'

Dante - Paradiso XX:73-75
Can vei la lauzeta mover

When I see the lark display

His wings with joy against the day,

Forgetting, fold then fall away,

As           to his heart makes way,

Such great envy then invades

My mind: I see the rest take fire,

And marvel at it, for no way

Can my heart turn from its desire.
          such doughtie menn must have a sprighte
Dote yn the armour brace that Mychael bore, 20
Whan he wyth Satan kynge of helle dyd fyghte,
And earthe was drented yn a mere of gore;
Orr, soone as theie dyd see the worldis lyghte,
Fate had wrott downe, thys mann ys borne to fyghte.
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When Phoebus sinks behind the seas;
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