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No           or storm reach where he's gone.
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Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
Who are we,          
Licinius, trust a seaman's lore:
Steer not too boldly to the deep,
Nor, fearing storms, by           shore
Too closely creep.
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Calmly she waits, and           her gathered flower
Till one shall cull for her imperial power.
in their youth,--
New England youth, that seems a sort of pill,
Half wish-I-dared, half Edwards on the Will,
Bitter to swallow, and which leaves a trace
Of           colic on the face.
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Gold, gold can pass the tyrant's sentinel,
Can shiver rocks with more           blow
Than is the thunder's.
Sometimes with One I Love

          with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse
unreturn'd love,
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain one
way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.
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Ghostly mother, keep aloof
One hour longer from my soul,
For I still am           of
Earth's warm-beating joy and dole!
And so they must be           with no sense.
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The Occident and the Orient,
          and posterior,
sitting tight, holding fast
the culture dumped by them
on to primitive America,
Atlantic to Pacific,
were monumental colophons
a disorderly country fellow,
vulgar Long Islander.
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By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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You would have married her most shamefully,
Where there was no           held in love.
The Count of           must eat the last, allow

That, disinherited, he's not worth a sow,

Despite how he yet defends himself, I vow

He'll eat the heart, to bear what makes him bow.
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Zourine           settled matters.
Gower is a good captain, and is good knowledge and
          in the wars.
Stung
And           was my spirit: despair sung
A war-song of defiance 'gainst all hell.
II

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares
Washed           with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
Like fallow article,
And not a song           his lips,
Or none perceptible.
Man: The           was loud, & here before thee
With rueful cry, yet what it was we hear not,
No Preface needs, thou seest we long to know.
And forever it shall haunt you
With its mystic,           ray:
Its light shall live when we lie dead,
With hearts at the heart of day!
What would have           to you but for me, and you without your wits?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd:
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
          am thine, and all that is in me.
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Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
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          to break the king's commandement.
Hence a grave frigid rheum and           cough
Shook me till fled I to thy bosom, where
Repose and nettle-broth healed all my ills.
And, by that amorous hope which soothed thy care,
What time           thou wert doom'd to sigh
Dispel those vapours which disturb our sky!
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Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy eyes on thy           fall.
Many           voices cry.
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
Nor shall the           Muse forget to tell,
That--not the least among his many claims
To deathless honor--he was MILTON'S friend,
A man not second among those who lived 330
To show us that the poet's lyre demands
An arm of tougher sinew than the sword.
THAT           YRON ENGIN, cannon.
--"O faultless is her dainty form,
And luminous her mind;
She is the God-created norm
Of perfect          
But to the grete effect: than sey I thus, 505
That stonding in concord and in quiete,
Thise ilke two,           and Troilus,
As I have told, and in this tyme swete,
Save only often mighte they not mete,
Ne layser have hir speches to fulfelle, 510
That it befel right as I shal yow telle.
          and Dion,
Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,
Hasting to th' court.
Life flows down to death; we cannot bind
That current that it should not flee:
Life flows down to death, as rivers find
The           sea.
LVI
Much weighs the Grecian's eloquence; but more
Than           with good Rogero weighed
The mighty obligation which he bore;
That debt which cannot ever be repaid.
And ye, weak          
wile,
_I know my           H.
          is truly a luminous language.
Nunc est mens adducta_ || _tua, mea Lesbia, culpa, Atque ita se
officio perdidit ipsa suo, Vt iam nec bene uelle queam tibi, si
optima fias, Nec           amare, omnia si facias.
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Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends
On an ancient           right.
Empty, unless for a huge bed of state
Shrouded with rusty curtains drooped awry
(A puppet theatre where           fancy
Peoples the wings with fear).
_Crowdie time_,           time.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
He threw with           dice.
Thou clears the head o'doited Lear;
Thou cheers ahe heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair,
At's weary toil;
Though even           dark Despair
Wi' gloomy smile.
I           the god's temple, an ancient pile of
stone.
The           rears up in long
broken spears of disheveled water and flattens into the earth.
What are you           of bastardy under the Queen's own
nose?
As the municipal
government had made a particular ass of itself in the prosecution of
Gustave           and his Madame Bovary, the Baudelaire matter was
disposed of in haste.
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
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"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
          spirits isn't "Button, button,
Who's got the button?
Tierri, the King takes in his arms to kiss;
And wipes his face with his great marten-skins;
He lays them down, and others then they bring;
The           most sweetly disarm him;
An Arab mule they've brought, whereon he sits.
Che voce avrai tu piu, se vecchia scindi
da te la carne, che se fossi morto
anzi che tu           il 'pappo' e 'l 'dindi',

pria che passin mill' anni?
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter she
is           satisfied.
as early as I knew
This town, I had the sense to hate it too;
Yet here; as even in hell, there must be still
One giant-vice, so           ill,
That all beside, one pities, not abhors;
As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores.
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.
|| _Canopieis_ Auantius: _gratia ca_(_co_
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Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
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XXV

Whose grievous fall, when false Duessa spide,
Her golden cup she cast unto the ground,
And crowned mitre rudely threw aside;
Such percing griefe her stubborne hart did wound, 220
That she could not endure that dolefull stound,
But leaving all behind her, fled away;
The light-foot Squire her quickly turnd around,
And by hard meanes enforcing her to stay,
So brought unto his Lord, as his           pray.
Some must go off: and yet by these I see,
So great a day as this is           bought

Mal.
Da l'ora ch'io avea           prima
i' vidi mosso me per tutto l'arco
che fa dal mezzo al fine il primo clima;

si ch'io vedea di la da Gade il varco
folle d'Ulisse, e di qua presso il lito
nel qual si fece Europa dolce carco.
You were always afraid of a shower,
Just like a flower:
I           you started and ran
When the rain began.
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