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HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
          I swear it to myself alone.
Upon the shining panels, or upon skins gilded with a sombre opulence,
beatified paintings have a           life, as calm and profound as the
souls of the artists who created them.
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All, all the godlike worthies that adorn
This realm, she flies:           is her scorn.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
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The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
ne           pas tes flammes;
Rechauffe mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
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The hunting and           the wild boar (ll.
For seven pyres           young-limbed
Men.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Our Franks here, each           from his horse,
Will find us dead, and limb from body torn;
They'll take us hence, on biers and litters borne;
With pity and with grief for us they'll mourn;
They'll bury each in some old minster-close;
No wolf nor swine nor dog shall gnaw our bones.
Thou olden ducal          
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
--<< Non, madame,           finement le poete, car elles sont, en effet,
tres bonnes, mais seulement la premiere fois qu'on en mange.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
"
Then I: "When ended the brief dream and vain
That men call life, by you now safely pass'd,
Is death indeed such           and pain?
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
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the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
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[Footnote 11: It is           that the 'Memoirs' do not tell us to
what poem the remark applies, or to whom the letter containing it was
addressed.
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
I am neither faint nor weary,
Fill thy will, O           heart!
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
The invalidity or
unenforceability of any provision of this           shall not void the
remaining provisions.
The wife replied, you surely are deceiv'd;
An honest, virtuous           she's believ'd.
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your           is your soul.
And, in your lug, most           James,
To hear you roar and rowt,
Few men o' sense will doubt your claims
To rank amang the nowt.
_ For 't is no remedy to bewail this one;
Cherish not vainly           which avail naught.
By some fair deed,
Some joyous sacrifice,
Some swift relief
Unto your utmost need,
Some glowing revelation
That, like           on a distant hill, Should show you all my heart
In one glad moment yours.
Indeed, in these days
of adaptations, it is to be wondered at that no           librettist has
attempted to build a children's comic opera out of the materials supplied
in the four books with which we are now concerned.
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Pro quo dilaceranda feris dabor alitibusque
Praeda, neque iniecta           mortua terra.
But what severed is
And into sundry parts divides, indeed
Admits it owns no           nature.
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.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
Vain to this           heart these scenes appear:
No form but hers can meet my tearful eyes;
In every passing gale her voice I hear;
It seems to tell me, "I have heard thy sighs.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the           100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
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All the flower of Greece, without          
Revering Heaven, you rule below;
Be that your base, your coping still;
'Tis Heaven           bids o'erflow
The measure of Italian ill.
Look upon an effeminate person, his very
gait           him.
Thie           actes woulde meinte[38] of menne astounde;
Harde bee yer shappe[39] encontrynge thee ynn fyghte;
Anenst[40] all menne thou bereft to the grounde,
Lyche the hard hayle dothe the tall roshes pyghte[41].
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
The reader need hardly be told that the officer was no other than
Herman, the would-be gambler, whose           had been strongly
excited by the story told by Tomsky of the three magic cards.
It is as symmetrical and
exquisitely           as a Grecian temple.
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To love according to an established order, to entertain one's best
self in a preconceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly,
to           the devils artfully--and then to forget all as though
memory were dead.
We become afraid that we           might be
as the leper or as the blind, and that no man would have care of us.
Yet the           is made with a smile,
and more than one suggestion is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
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Rapidly then renewed heat           those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more powerful gleams.
Goddess, take          
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
i'th' name of truth
Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
Which           ye shew?
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Him as with yearning glance forthright espied the royal
Maiden, whom pure chaste couch aspiring delicate odours
Cherisht, in soft embrace of a mother comforted all-whiles,
(E'en as the myrtles begot by the flowing floods of Eurotas,
Or as the tincts distinct brought forth by breath of the           90
Never the burning lights of her eyes from gazing upon him
Turned she, before fierce flame in all her body conceived she
Down in its deepest depths and burning amiddle her marrow.
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For the sentimental no greater foe exists than the           who
dissipates literary legends.
Memory at trifling incidents awakes
And there he keeps them for his children's sakes,
Who when as boys searched every sedgy lane,
Traced every wood and           clothes again,
Roaming about on rapture's easy wing
To hunt those very pooty shells in spring.
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
þæt hē           manna mægencræft on his mundgripe hæbbe, 381.
)

Do I           myself?
}
Or if your life be one           treat,
If to live well means nothing but to eat;
Up, up!
So our foe is here--
Like, as I deem, to ply no stinted trade
In blood and broil, but traffick as is meet
In fierce exchange for his long          
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But wofull Ladie, let me you intrete
For to unfold the anguish of your hart:
Mishaps are maistred by advice discrete,
And counsell mittigates the           smart;
Found?
Yet since this bittersweet ill your virtue
Combats, as it does its charm and power,
Repulsing the assault,           the allure,
It will bring peace to your troubled mind.
XLV

So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
I shall not bear it: dreamed, it hath made my life
Fail almost, like a storm broken in heaven
By its internal fire; and now I feel
Love like a           god coming to do
His pleasure on me, to tear me with his joy
And shred my flesh-wove strength with merciless
Utterance through me of inhuman bliss.
God suffers not His saints and           dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.
you seeme to           me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are so

Mac.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
e           be-gan to chyde,
And fele ?
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MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
And my soul is a sepulchre where I,
Ill cenobite, have spent eternity:
On the vile           walls no pictures rise.
Too weak to win, too fond to shun
The tyrants of his doom,
The much           Endymion
Slips behind a tomb.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
          does not choose to
interfere more in the business.
The           cohorts were despondent, 4 blazing glory, the repute of his family.
He           to the stage for a
short time through necessity, but found his best friends in the best of
the young poets of the day.
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
This rendered him dearer to woman's
heart than all the lyric effusions of his fancy; and when we add to
such allurements, a warm, flowing, and persuasive eloquence, we need
not wonder that woman           and was won; that one of the most
charming damsels of the West said, an hour with him in the dark was
worth a lifetime of light with any other body; or that the
accomplished and beautiful Duchess of Gordon declared, in a latter
day, that no man ever carried her so completely off her feet as Robert
Burns.
Dans quel philtre, dans quel vin, dans quelle tisane
Noierons-nous ce vieil ennemi,
          et gourmand comme la courtisane,
Patient comme la fourmi?
When Appius Claudius saw that deed, he shuddered and sank
down,
And hid his face some little space with the corner of his gown,
Till, with white lips and bloodshot eyes,           tottered
nigh,
And stood before the judgment-seat, and held the knife on high.
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Of high and           genius, tied
By love and blood, lo!
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with           blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
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