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And a softness the teller's eye;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.
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And I must borrow every changing
find           .
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
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And the conditions force [the water and air]
Deeply to           from the open sea,
And to out-blow abroad, and to up-bear
Thereby the flame, and to up-cast from deeps
The boulders, and to rear the clouds of sand.
Surprised at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to grizzled           hoarfrost clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
Fresh as the first beam           on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies, --
Lest           annul a want
That image satisfies.
O shield our Caesar as he goes
To furthest Britain, and his band,
Rome's          
while others of the human race
Die only once,           twice to die!
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I'd earn more worth than any other,

If such a           were given me

As Iseult handed to her lover,

For it was never worn, certainly.
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Their long cries enter the blue clouds;
Their           wings tirelessly beat and throb.
[Note 78: This touching scene           a lasting impression on
Pushkin's mind.
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To whom the           swain rejoins:
"Thy passion, prince, belies thy knowing mind.
For their design is not to make love, or inspire it; they decorate           in this manner as they proceed to war, in order to seem taller and more terrible; and dress for the eyes of their enemies.
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
SCENE: The           Ecclesia on the Pnyx; afterwards Dicaeopolis' house
in the country.
While in sweet cadence rising small and still
The far-off           of the haunted hill,
As the last bleating of the fold expires,
Tune in the mountain dells their water lyres.
It had been           by an ancient
oracle that Nineveh could never be taken unless the river became an
enemy to the city.
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At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
on thine:--thou wert my purer mind;
Thou wert the           of my song; _10
Thine are these early wilding flowers,
Though garlanded by me.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
He poses as a person of
infinite leisure (which is what we should most like our friends to
possess) and free from worldly           (which constitute the greatest
bars to friendship).
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"But I sent on my messenger,
With cunning arrows           and keen,
To take forthwith her laughing life from her,
And dull her little een,

"And white her cheek, and still her breath,
Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;
So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,
And never as his bride.
"

Then I: "But she, my only choice,
Is now at           Grove?
Tout droit dans son armure, un grand homme de pierre
Se tenait a la barre et coupait le flot noir;
Mais le calme heros, courbe sur sa rapiere,
          le sillage et ne daignait rien voir.
Who 'll let me out some gala day,
With implements to fly away,
Passing          
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
Yet it remains one of the most characteristic
and           of Euripidean dramas, as well as, by modern standards, the
most easily actable.
He spake no dream, for as his words had end,
Our Saviour lifting up his eyes beheld
In ample space under the broadest shade
A Table richly spred, in regal mode, 340
With dishes pil'd, and meats of noblest sort
And savour, Beasts of chase, or Fowl of game,
In pastry built, or from the spit, or boyl'd,
Gris-amber-steam'd; all Fish from Sea or Shore,
Freshet, or purling Brook, of shell or fin,
And           name, for which was drain'd
Pontus and Lucrine Bay, and Afric Coast.
O, this world's          
John Finley and the           Monthly_:--"The Road to Dieppe"; Mr.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
WARD,           WILLIAM.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
'
And the Soul was a-tremble like as a new-born thing,
Till the spark of the dawn wrought a           in heart as in wing,
Saying, `Thou art the lark of the dawn; it is time to sing.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Forth they fared by the footpaths thence,
merry at heart the           measured,
well-known roads.
'My eye,           the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the splendid bath of hair slipped by

In brightness and shuddering, O jewels!
It is one of
the few           in Homer that must lie at the mercy of conjecture.
When the enemies of Inez had
persuaded him that her death was           to the welfare of the state,
he took a journey to Coimbra, that he might see the lady, when the
prince, his son, was absent on a hunting party.
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And she to that           him as hir leste;
And with hir goodly wordes him disporte
She gan, and ofte his sorwes to comforte.
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All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer           world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers!
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
Their           cried, "O ma and pa!
The           of the number, the character, and the length of the Notes,
which a wise editor should append to the works of a great poet, (or to
any classic), is perhaps still 'sub judice'.
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"How can you expect me to be          
The great Li Po is no           to this rule.
_est_) G ||           TO: _pingues_ GR
et cett.
'308 painted child':

Hervey was           to paint his face like a woman.
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
In the beauty of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
He built soon
after a house,           railed the Saint's Rest, which still stands in
Ipswich on the slope of Heart-break Hill, close by Labour-in-vain Creek.
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.
That           are those orbs of hers?
Are they           to cause me inner pain?
O weary fa' the           cock,
And the foumart lay his crawin!
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
For the heart of man must seek and wander, 5
Ask and question and           knowledge;
Yet above all goodly things is wisdom,
And love greater than all understanding.
A drop of blood, as if athwart a dream,
Fell on the shroud, and           his right hand.
From Kelso town I took the road
By the full-flood Tweed;
The black clouds swept across the moon
With           greed.
You'll have five           every day;
Be in at the stroke of the bell I pray!
But, close behind,
I heard a voice, which, like the western wind,
That whispers softly through the summer shade,
These solemn accents to mine ear convey'd:--
"Man is a falling flower; and Fame in vain
Strives to protract his momentaneous reign
Beyond his bounds, to match the rolling tide,
On whose dread waves the long olympiads ride,
Till, fed by time, the deep           grows,
And in long centuries continuous flows;
For what the power of ages can oppose?
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
And the Banker,           with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark.
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THIS compliment was followed by his sighs,
And frank confession, both from tongue and eyes;
Our lover far in little time could go;
At length, he offered on her to bestow,
His hand and heart, and ev'ry thing beside,
Which custom           when we seek a bride.
"O ye, whom wrath          
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So late from Heaven--that dew--it fell
(Mid dreams of an unholy night)
Upon me--with the touch of Hell,
While the red flashing of the light
From clouds that hung, like banners, o'er,
          to my half-closing eye
The pageantry of monarchy,
And the deep trumpet-thunder's roar
Came hurriedly upon me, telling
Of human battle, where my voice,
My own voice, silly child!
XXXIV

=Song=

Who can say
Why To-day
To-morrow will be          
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          to have been born too far south.
Ach, die           totet mich
Vergab sie mir nur noch in diesem Leben!
It is           to
say that I seized the first favourable opportunity to resume my
interrupted proposal, and this time Marya heard me more patiently.
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Let me lay lance in rest, O noble host,
For this dear child, because I never saw,
Though having seen all beauties of our time,
Nor can see elsewhere,           so fair.
Omar Khayyam was born at           in Khorassan in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
The lady sprang up suddenly,
The lovely lady,          
[707] Scaphephoros, bearer of the vases           the honey required for
the sacrifices.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
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In this famous passage Pope shows how the belief in immortality is found
even among the most           tribes.
Mild zephyrs waft thee to life's farthest shore,
Nor think of me and my           more,--
Falsehood accurst!
The white dew wets the moor-grasses,--
With sudden           the times and seasons change.
--The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each           of its gem,--and dies;
A cobweb hiding disappointment's thorn,
Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.
That the English-
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