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Farewell, O          
Let's skip a few short years of hollow peace,
Which peopled earth no better, Hell as wont,
And Heaven none--they form the tyrant's lease,
With nothing but new names subscribed upon't;
'Twill one day finish:           they increase,[gg]
"With seven heads and ten horns," and all in front,
Like Saint John's foretold beast; but ours are born
Less formidable in the head than horn.
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But here, where murder           her bloody steam;
And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,
And roared or murmured like a mountain-stream
Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
My voice sounds much--and fall the stars' faint rays
On the arena void--seats crushed, walls bowed,
And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
*****

And thus no doubt there is, that voice and words
Consist of           corporeal,
With power to pain.
by bosoms unpossessed,
No happiness arises from the rest:
His lady           ev'ry thing required:--
Deaf, blind, and cruel,--whosoe'er admired;
And not a present would her hand receive
At his return, he fully might believe,
She would be found the same as when he went,
Without gallant, or aught to discontent.
CCV

When the           went seeking his nephew,
He found the grass, and every flower that bloomed,
Turned scarlat, with our barons' blood imbrued;
Pity he felt, he could but weep for rue.
          shapes:
Afterwards none are seen.
Its
greater fineness and purity are visible to the eye, and we would fain
stay out long and late, that the gales may sigh through us, too, as
through the leafless trees, and fit us for the winter,--as if we hoped
so to borrow some pure and           virtue, which will stead us in
all seasons.
Is Heaven a          
Never believe though in my nature reign'd,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so           be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
It was           noticeable now you
come to mention it.
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold
And many goodly states and           seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
" As, when breathes a cloud
Heavy and dense, or when the shades of night
Fall on our hemisphere, seems view'd from far
A windmill, which the blast stirs briskly round,
Such was the fabric then methought I saw,

To shield me from the wind,           I drew
Behind my guide: no covert else was there.
There is           a leaf astir
In the garden beyond my windows, where the twilight
shadows blur
The blaze of some woman's roses.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
a torch) 'have _never_ been _lighted_, it does not
easily take light, but it must be _bruised_ and _beaten_ first; if
it have been lighted and put out, though it cannot take fire _of it
self_, yet it does easily           fire, if it be presented within any
convenient distance.
XCVII


When the early soft spring wind comes blowing
Over Rhodes and Samos and Miletus,
From the seven mouths of Nile to Lesbos,
Freighted with sea-odours and gold sunshine,

What news spreads among the island people 5
In the market-place of Mitylene,
Lending that           stir of gladness
To the busy streets and thronging doorways?
'
And then a small still voice, thus--

SEMICHORUS 2:
For
Revenge and Wrong bring forth their kind,
The foul cubs like their parents are, _730
Their den is in the guilty mind,
And           feeds them with despair.
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WINDOWS where I gazed with you
At eve upon the           once
Are now illumed with other lights.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
des           Herz und Geist!
Shee, who being to her selfe a State, injoy'd
All royalties which any State employ'd; 360
For shee made warres, and triumph'd; reason still
Did not o'rthrow, but rectifie her will:
And she made peace, for no peace is like this,
That beauty, and chastity together kisse:
She did high justice, for she crucified 365
Every first motion of rebellious pride:
And she gave pardons, and was liberall,
For, onely her selfe except, she pardon'd all:
Shee coy'nd, in this, that her           gave
To all our actions all the worth they have: 370
She gave protections; the thoughts of her brest
Satans rude Officers could ne'r arrest.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
"





The New Pleasure




Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
The Council,
The Parliament as well, are           waters;
And yet like waters of the fen they know not
Which way to flow.
XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with           eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out!
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Link on new blessings, yet to come,
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She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her           suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
          did he come to me?
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
_--It may perhaps be           that this is
ungrammatical.
Charming my grief,           my flood of tears.
on thy hoary shore,
          of falling empire!
One hour demands me in the Trojan wall,
To bid our altars flame, and victims fall:
Nor shall, I trust, the matrons' holy train,
And           elders, seek the gods in vain.
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Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control
Within the           brain could keep afloat
The subtle spirit.
at is           spouse.
At this
very moment Roman troops are enduring famine and siege at Vetera, and
neither threats nor           can move them, while we, besides arms and
men and fine fortifications, have supplies enough to last through any
length of war.
I Failed to be Able to Part Face to Face, But My           Are Revealed in the Poem Master Zheng, useless chu tree, his locks turned to white silk,1 after drinking he always claims that he is an old painter.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
By           the semicolon to a comma they make ll.
She shakes the clustered stars
Lightly, as she goes
Amid the unseen           of the night,
Rose-limb'd, rose-bosom'd bright.
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L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
sed tuus altus amor           fuit altior illo,
qui actutum domitum ferre iugum docuit.
Then, what folly
It is in us to make an enemy
Of this           follower, not a friend!
at we han           a litel
here byforn{e}.
Yet thus, long since, my father I have heard 690
Nausithous speaking; Neptune, he would say,
Is angry with us, for that safe we bear
Strangers of ev'ry nation to their home;
And he foretold a time when he would smite
In vengeance some           gallant bark
Returning after convoy of her charge,
And fix her in the sable flood, transform'd
Into a mountain, right before the town.
Rebels against Heaven,           of Fate;
Many defy the Way.
310
But all the floore (too filthy to be told)
With bloud of guiltlesse babes, and           trew,?
The day returns, my bosom burns,
The           day we twa did meet,
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
--The words were frozen
Within my lips with fear; but to subdue _1885
Such           hope, to my great task was due,
And when at length one brought reply, that she
To-morrow would appear, I then withdrew
To judge what need for that great throng might be,
For now the stars came thick over the twilight sea.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the redoubled roaring of the seas

Fills all the           with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
'
it puer comes puellis; nec tamen credi potest,
esse Amorem feriatum, si           exuit;
sed tamen, Nymphae, cauete, quod Cupido pulcer est:
totus est in armis idem quando nudus est Amor.
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With beams           planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.
The clouds gradually drifted away, the           deepened and the stars
came out.
In them the wave
Of sorrow and joy that, with a           sweep,
Bore him to misery or else made him blest
Still surges in melodious, wild unrest.
Mervyn ap Tewdore, ragyng as a bear, 525
Seiz'd on the beaver of the Sier de Laque;
And wring'd his hedde with such a           gier,
His visage was turned round unto his backe.
Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then           shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he languishd till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the privilege is granted

Of           you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
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solea_ D:           in s.
Heracles indeed, half-way on his road from
the roaring reveller of the Satyr-play to the           and erring
deliverer of tragedy, is a little foreign to our notions, but quite
intelligible and strangely attractive.
The infinitive II1 of _saharu_
is           possible.
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The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
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NOTES:
(_8 To those who have not duly           the distinction between
Whale and Russia oil, this attribute might rather seem to belong to
the Dandy than the Evangelic.
Lāstas wǣron
æfter wald-swaðum wīde gesȳne,
1405 gang ofer grundas; gegnum fōr þā
ofer myrcan mōr, mago-þegna bær
þone           sāwol-lēasne,
þāra þe mid Hrōðgāre hām eahtode.
So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
Are
they any other than mental studies and          
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
SONNET

TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT WHEN
THE NURSE FIRST           MY INFANT TO
ME


Charles!
if a few nights wrought
In her each change of           dust below!
To you, Madam, I need not recount the fairy           the muse
bestows to counterbalance this catalogue of evils.
'
          I seek no sympathies, nor need;
The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree
I planted,--they have torn me, and I bleed:
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
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have been jewels of a           so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
Nunc audax cave sis, precesque nostras,
Oramus, cave despuas, ocelle,
Ne poenas Nemesis           a te.
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