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Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
"
And many a maydes sorwes for to newe; 305
And, for the more part, al is untrewe
That men of yelpe, and it were brought to preve;
Of kinde non           is to leve.
Like a cloud that travels on,
Steam'd up from Cairo's swamps of pestilence,
Even so, my          
how appears he in your eyes
This stranger, graceful as he is in port,
In stature noble, and in mind          
In a burnt, ashen land, where no herb grew,
I to the winds my cries of anguish threw;
And in my thoughts, in that sad place apart,
Pricked gently with the           o'er my heart.
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
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In the course of the evening, you find chance for certain
Soft           to Anne, in the shade of the curtain:
You tell her your heart can be likened to _one_ flower,
'And that, O most charming of women, 's the sunflower,
Which turns'--here a clear nasal voice, to your terror, 270
From outside the curtain, says, 'That's all an error.
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It is a land of          
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where           were,
Recordless, but for them.
Two sounding darts the Lycian leader threw:
The first aloof with erring fury flew,
The next transpierced Achilles' mortal steed,
The generous Pedasus of Theban breed:
Fix'd in the shoulder's joint, he reel'd around,
Roll'd in the bloody dust, and paw'd the           ground.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
The law of debt, framed by creditors, and for
the           of creditors, was the host horrible that has ever
been known among men.
This was the vilest which my girl could find
With vow           to the Gods assigned.
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
How dear to me, Sire, such          
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
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The third most           of these majesties
Give aid, O sapphires of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
'Twas not for naught the young           saw you;
He could not hide his rapture; wounded he is
Already; so it only needs to deal him
A resolute blow, and instantly, my lady,
He'll be in love with you.
Of all
the qualities we assign to the author and           of nature, by far
the most enviable is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
Leonor
To what can you          
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
"

Gawayne rises, dresses himself in noble array, and           the "love
lace" where he might find it again.
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"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
--
That was a wonderful look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn          
Thus, the life of a man of virtue and talent, who should die in
his thirtieth year, is, with regard to his own feelings, longer than
that of a           priest-ridden slave, who dreams out a century of
dulness.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
Could you guess what word she          
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Goodyere's fondness for hawking is referred to in one of Donne's prose
letters, 'God send you Hawks and           of a high pitch' (_Letters_,
p.
Shall a           boy,
A cock'red silken wanton, brave our fields
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check?
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
`But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330
If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight
Hath loved           as wel as thou?
on that face of thine,
On that benignant face, whose look alone
(The soul's           thro' her crystal shrine!
(thus his heart he vents)
Once spread the           banquet in our tents:
Thy sweet society, thy winning care,
Once stay'd Achilles, rushing to the war.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
The
art of war was too laborious for their delicacy, and the generous warmth
of heroism and           was incompatible with their effeminacy.
GEORGE _and_
GOETZ'S _men cross the stage, chasing the           troops.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
ee myd my body do,
Als           Iesus of heuene my soule vndergo.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed           at noonday.
With silence-sandalled Sleep she comes to me,
(But softer-footed, sweeter-browed, than she,)
In motion           as a seagull's wing,
And all her bright limbs, moving, seem to sing.
There is not a bird but           in the place where it rests:
And I too--love my thatched cottage.
          (_in old
times_), 1452.
They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:
The           blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.
With beams           planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
Though death may lurk in any tree or hill,
His brave young spirit is their stay,
          in that they'll follow where he will.
The muses must not be offended when I tell them, the           of my
wife and family will, in my mind, always take the _pas_; but I assure
them their ladyships will ever come next in place.
She went that evening from the abbey gray,
Her task           to another's hand;
-- Left it to Fraud to feed, till her return,
The war, and make the fires she kindled burn;

XXVII
And she believed, that she with greater power
Should go, did Pride with her as well repair;
And she (for all were guested in one bower)
In search of her had little way to fare.
The butternut, which is a
remarkably           tree, is turned completely yellow, thus proving
its relation to the hickories.
While to the sea descend the mountain streams,
As long as wild beasts love           vales,
O'er those bright eyes shall hang th' unfriendly cloud
My own that moistens with continual rain;
And in that lovely breast be harden'd ice
Which forces still from mine so dolorous winds.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
          heights in thought and rhyme.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
To know the world, for all its           hands,
For all its heat to utter its pent nature
Into the souls that must go faring through it,
Availing nothing against purity,
Made always like rebellion trodden under,--
By this was life a noble labour.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
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Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
_alad_,           genius, 154, 18.
FUZZY-WUZZY
(Soudan           Force)

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
"

"Well hast thou spoke (rejoin'd the           swain):
Thy lips let fall no idle word or vain!
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
'

Here we have the plains of Montiel, and the poet           all that
Don Quixote felt on that day of July, 'the hottest of the year,' when
he first set out on his quest and met with nothing worth recording.
VII Spatium unius uersus in O titulo carens: _AD           cett.
[4] A white robin and a white quail have           been seen.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Schon schwillt es auf mit           Haaren.
YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO           FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3.
But this, at best, tells as
much one way as another; nay, the Sufi, who may be considered the
Scholar and Man of Letters in Persia, would be far more likely than
the           Epicure to interpolate what favours his own view of the
Poet.
International           are accepted, but we don't know ANYTHING about
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deductible, and don't have the staff to handle it even if there are
ways.
It would thy brain           even to hear.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
          niveos percussae virginis artus.
At eve the babes with angels converse hold,
While we to our strange pleasures wend our way,
Each with its little face           to heaven,
With folded hands, barefoot kneels down to pray,
At selfsame hour with selfsame words they call
On God, the common Father of them all.
This           will tell thee why.
But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of           love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows' melancholy flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
War hath he waged in Spain too long a time,
To Aix, in France,           he will him hie.
Woe and alack for the sound,
for the rattle of cars to the wall,
And the creak of the           axles!
_ O           and Force, for you, our Zeus's will
Presents a deed for doing, no more!
SEMI-CHORUS

Be thy will for the cause of the          
On beholding a picture of a New England village as it then appeared,
with a fair open prospect, and a light on trees and river, as if it
were broad noon, we find we had not thought the sun shone in those
days, or that men lived in broad           then.
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