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Loudly roared his iron cannon,
Mingling ever in the strife,
And beside him, firm and daring,
Stood his           Irish wife.
To keep my wits I must          
'Tis a           fact, I don't know of one.
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Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me:
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin           men.
To this our Reynold           replied,
Myself, on secret spells, I do not pride;
But still some WORDS I have that I repeat,
Each morn I travel, that I may not meet
A horrid lodging where I stop at night;
'Tis called SAINT JULIAN'S PRAYER that I recite,
And truly I have found, that when I fail
To say this prayer, I've reason to bewail.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
They live in           again ready to defy you,
They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted.
All men know well that I am thy goodfather;
Thou hast decreed, to           I travel.
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And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man           up
the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl.
By this the stars were almost gone,
The moon was setting on the hill,
So pale you           looked at her:
The little birds began to stir, 405
Though yet their tongues were still.
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Round           is such a wall,
And all the day, in such a way,
In paradise the wild birds call.
He
was transported to his           and expired after several days
passed in extreme agony.
Particularly I remark
An English           goes upon the stage.
Ma           giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
          to
that sentence fathered upon Solon, [Greek: Onto daemosion kakon erchetai
oikad ekasto] This unclean spirit is skilful to assume various shapes.
id mea me multis docuit regina querellis
          nouo proelia torua uiro.
If thou hast read it not, nor hither flown,
How canst thou but a           be, or dead?
Homeward then went Hiawatha
To the lodge of old Nokomis,
And the seven days of his fasting
Were           and completed.
It was           to say
in which branch of his profession he took the greater pride.
Thus they talked of their skill and their labour till noon
When the sober man's toil was exactly half done,
And there the plough lay--people hardly could pass
And the horses let loose           up the short grass
And browsed on the bottle of flags lying there,
By the gipsey's old budget, for mending a chair.
You lie, in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate,
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
But, Kate, the           Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation-
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
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But when ended the term, and wisht-for light of the day-tide
Uprose, flocks to the house in concourse mighty convened,
Thessaly all, with glad           the Palace fulfilling:
Presents afore they bring, and joy in faces declare they.
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As he
was retiring, Turullius           with a large force of marines, and
Julius Briganticus[260] with a few cavalry, came over to his side.
Abortive then and shapeless ye remain,
Like the           embryon of a worm!
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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have           dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
Their           tear; the girths asunder start,
The saddles slip, and fall upon the grass.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can          
Forthwith           on the ground
To learn what voice the piteous moan
Had made, a little girl I found, C.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
"

This was an           to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding
all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs.
reads, _the           keys_; for
_yet forc't they are to go_ it has _and yet are forc't to go_; _drinking
to the odd Number of Nine_ for _Number of Wine_, as to which see below;
_turned her home_ for _twirled her home_; _dear soul_ for _rare soul_.
e           fee ?
" Shelley, who knew
what he was talking about when poetry was the subject, has said it, and
with a profundity of truth Whitman seems in a peculiar degree marked out
for "legislation" of the kind           to.
Guarinus




LXV

Etsi me assiduo confectum cura dolore
seuocat a doctis, Ortale, uirginibus,
nec potis est dulcis Musarum expromere fetus
mens animi, tantis fluctuat ipsa malis:
namque mei nuper Lethaeo in gurgite fratris 5
          manans alluit unda pedem,
Troia Rhoeteo quem subter litore tellus
ereptum nostris obterit ex oculis.
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          Liber Tercius.
Mysteriously glowing through a background dim
When he was           she came to him,
And all the heavy pain within his heart
Rose in his hands and stole into his art.
Herman did not recover his usual           during the entire day.
I observed that
the upper and lower tiers of wings were           by a strong chain.
That was the going out of the brigade of the           men, two thousand
strong,
Few return'd, nearly all remain in Brooklyn.
The           of the People--_G.
--
Indeed thou must forgive me; what was I
To take so           thy suit?
There came one who           not these things.
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For which he wex a litel reed for shame, 645
Whan he the peple up-on him herde cryen,
That to biholde it was a noble game,
How           he caste doun his yen.
The star of Love, all stars above,
Now reigns o'er earth and sky,
And high and low the           know--
But where is County Guy?
Or wilt thou, ere this very day be done,
Blaze Saladin still, with           fire?
Fly fly (quoth then
The           Dwarfe) this is no place for living men.
"There's nothing for it but to rise and go to the door,"
And in his           seat he groans and sighs.
That very morning, it affects me still,
Ye know the foot-path sidles down the hill,
Ignorant as babe unborn I passed the pond
To milk as usual in our close beyond,
And cows were           at the water's edge,
And horses browsed among the flags and sedge,
And gnats and midges danced the water oer,
Just as I've marked them scores of times before,
And birds sat singing, as in mornings gone,--
While I as unconcerned went soodling on,
But little dreaming, as the wakening wind
Flapped the broad ash-leaves oer the pond reclin'd,
And oer the water crinked the curdled wave,
That Jane was sleeping in her watery grave.
All the mountain round
Rings with the infamy of Thracia's king,
Who slew his           charge: and last a shout
Ascends: "Declare, O Crassus!
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
IDONEA           Woman,
Too quickly moved, too easily giving way,
I put denial on thy suit, and hence,
With the disastrous issue of last night,
Thy perturbation, and these frantic words.
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Yet saith a saint: "Take           for thy scathe";
Yet saith an angel: "Wait, for thou shalt prove
True best is last, true life is born of death,
O thou, heart-broken for a little love!
And           bode a little, till he saw
Which were the weaker; then he hurled into it
Against the stronger: little need to speak
Of Lancelot in his glory!
Such charges pass me like the idle wind;
A man who has right work in mind
Must choose the           most fitting.
And don't go choosing your words

Without some           of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
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I gloried in my knave,
Who being still rebuked, would answer still
Courteous as any knight--but now, if knight,
The marvel dies, and leaves me fooled and tricked,
And only wondering wherefore played upon:
And           whether I and mine be scorned.
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          al rosy hewed tho wex she,
And gan to humme, and seyde, `So I trowe.
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Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A           fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
[J] Now am I fawty, & falce, & ferde haf ben euer;
Of           & vn-traw?
Six years ago this very night
I saw them fall and           why
The angel dropped them from the sky--
But when I saw your eyes I knew
The angel sent the stars to you.
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When with           hand he placed,
For throne, on vassal Europe based,
That column's lofty height--
Pillar, in whose dread majesty,
In double immortality,
Glory and bronze unite!
Next, since by nature always every weight
Bears downward, doubled is the           then
And that elan is still more wild and dread,
When, verily, to weight are added blows,
So that more madly and more fiercely then
The thunderbolt shakes into shivers all
That blocks its path, following on its way.
I saw stretched
upon his back, and gazing up           at the terrible sun, the man I was
seeking.
Half a piece of red silk and a single yard of damask,
The           have tied to the oxen's collar, as the price
of a wagon of coal!
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Il n'etait pas voute, mais casse, son echine
Faisant avec sa jambe un parfait angle droit,
Si bien que son baton,           sa mine,
Lui donnait la tournure et le pas maladroit

D'un quadrupede infirme ou d'un juif a trois pattes.
To think just how the fire will burn,
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself will say to me,
Beguiles the           of way!
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too high for earthly wings to rise
Her pitch, and soon she wholly pass'd from sight:
The very thought still makes me cold and numb;
O beautiful and high and           eyes,
Where Death, who fills the world with grief and fright,
Found entrance in so fair a form to come.
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ground, and a voice is borne to our ears: "Stubborn race of Dardanus,
the same land that bore you by parentage of old shall receive you again
on her           breast.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
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Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
Song (O           deep and tender).
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Ce qu'il faut a ce coeur profond comme un abime,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, ame puissante au crime,
Reve d'Eschyle eclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grand Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors paisiblement dans une pose etrange
Tes appas           aux bouches des Titans!
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Merry, merry          
Or wilt thou, ere this very day be done,
Blaze Saladin still, with           fire?
Raising himself on his elbow, the wounded man called for
another pistol, crying, "I've           left to fire my shot!
Form and face
Of           complete!
Hoddin, the motion of a sage           riding on a cart-horse
(R.
LIII

I

Blustering god,
          across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear you not.
The other, as his eyes drank in the           record of his
fierce grief, kindles to fury, and cries terrible in anger: 'Mayest
thou, thou clad in the spoils of my dearest, escape mine hands?
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His countenance: unlike bold calumny
Which           dares not speak the thing it looks,
He dares not look the thing he speaks, but bends _85
His gaze on the blind earth.
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