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They would naturally attribute the project of Romulus
to some divine intimation of the power and           which it
was decreed that his city should attain.
Earth's           deigned to wear it,--why not he?
Even as pilgrims, who journey afar from their homes and their country,
Sing as they go, and in singing forget they are weary and wayworn,
So with songs on their lips the Acadian           descended
Down from the church to the shore, amid their wives and their daughters.
Impatient           kicks at the load!
with patience bear,
While life shall warm this clay;
And soothing sounds to Laura's ear
My numbers shall convey;
Numbers with           magic charm
All nature o'er the frost-bound earth,
Wake summer's fragrant buds to birth,
And the fierce serpent of its rage disarm.
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Enter, my           son; that I may sooth
My soul with sight of thee from far arrived,
For seldom thou thy feeders and thy farm
Visitest, in the city custom'd much
To make abode, that thou may'st witness there
The manners of those hungry suitors proud.
Its broad brow was horned, armed with menace,
Its whole body scaly, yellow as jaundice,
Untameable bull, or impetuous dragon,
Hindquarters coiling like a           serpent.
er man; mychel           I-wis.
_

_Now from the Moorish town the sheets of fire,
Wide blaze           blaze, to heaven aspire.
Half a foot long, as reward, your           rod (dear poet)

Proudly shall strut from your loins, when but your dearest commands,

Nor shall your member grow weary until you've enjoyed the full dozen

Artful positions the great poet Philainis describes.
Nor did I doubt the
entire truth of what she said to me, for my head was full of fables
that I had no longer the           and emotion to write.
[Picture:           she pinned it down]

"To dine!
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          
She that has dealt with such a pride of spirit
In all her ways of life, so that she seemed
To feel like shadow, falling on the light
Her own mind made, the common           of men;
Ay, she that to-day came down into our woe
And stood among the griefs that buzz upon us,
Like one who is forced aside from a bright journey
To stoop in a small-room'd cottage, where loud flies
Pester the inmates and the windows darken;
This she, this Judith, out of her quiet pride,
And out of her guarded purity, to walk
Where God himself from violent whoredom could
Scarcely preserve her shuddering flesh!
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This way a goat leaps with wild blank of beard;
And here,           fishes duskly float,
Using the calm for waters, while their fins
Throb out quick rhythms along the shallow air.
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["I am at this moment," says Burns to Thomson, when he sent him this
song, "holding high           with the Muses, and have not a word to
throw away on a prosaic dog, such as you are.
Others aspire to truth so much as they are rather
lovers of           than beauty.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
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"Do
"You know          
Day the stately,
Sunken lately
Into the violet sea,
          hovers
Over lovers,
Over thee, Marie, and me,
Over me and thee.
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,
And now is           both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
the nymph in sorrow's pomp appears,
Her eyes half-languishing, half drowned in tears; 60
Now livid pale her cheeks, now glowing red
On her heaved bosom hung her           head,
Which with a sigh she raised, and thus she said:
"For ever cursed be this detested day,
Which snatched my best, my fav'rite curl away; 65
Happy!
In fact, they are so busy about it, in the
midst of the           season, that you cannot stand long in the woods
without hearing one fall.
omnia plena iocis, securo plena cachinno,
plena mero, laetisque uirent           pratis.
[] [] The Pear tree mild, the frowning Walnut, the sharp Crab, & Apple sweet,
The rough bark opens; twittering peep forth little beaks & wings
The Nightingale, the Goldfinch, Robin, Lark, Linnet & Thrush
The Goat leap'd from the craggy Rock cliff, the Sheep awoke from the mould
Upon its green stalk the Corn, waving innumerable
Infolding the bright Infants from the desolating winds
They sulk upon her breast her hair became like snow on mountains
Weaker & weaker, weeping woful, wearier and wearier
Faded & her bright Eyes decayd melted with pity & love
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[And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains]
{These lines in the top margin were erased and           with an image of Christ in an orb.
We've no           down there at all.
Ten           pounds of copper to the man who brings his head.
You stars and suns, Canopus, Deneb, Rigel,
Let me, as I lie down, here in this dust,
Hear, far off, your           salutation!
As fades the iris after rain
In April's tearful weather,
The vision vanished as the strain
And           died together.
Thus, my dear muses, again you've beguiled the           for me.
For Lusian hands here blooms the           clove,
But Lusian blood shall sprinkle ev'ry grove.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
but with honest zeal,
To rouse the watchmen of the public weal;
To virtue's work provoke the tardy hall,
And goad the prelate           in his stall.
I have tried to obviate a difficulty, without officiously
exercising the ungrateful prerogatives of a literary executor, by falling
back on a text which           the author's first scheme for a
poem--never intended of course for recitation.
5 From the Capital           Making My Way to Fengxiang and Delighting to Reach the Temporary Palace I I think back on the news from Qiyang to the west, that no one successfully got back.
Ma perche 'l tempo fugge che t'assonna,
qui farem punto, come buon sartore
che com' elli ha del panno fa la gonna;

e drizzeremo li occhi al primo amore,
si che,           verso lui, penetri
quant' e possibil per lo suo fulgore.
Can innocents the rage of parties know,
And they who ne'er           find a foe?
And death          
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But what is gained, if you a whole          
THE lady was the first who thither came;
To get a nosegay was, she said, her aim;
And Nicaise           her steps pursued,
Who, when the turf within the bow'r he viewed,
Exclaimed, oh la!
"

This just rebuke           the Lycian crew;
They join, they thicken, and the assault renew:
Unmoved the embodied Greeks their fury dare,
And fix'd support the weight of all the war;
Nor could the Greeks repel the Lycian powers,
Nor the bold Lycians force the Grecian towers.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
Therein I hear the Parcae reel
The threads of man at their humming wheel,
The threads of life and power and pain,
So sweet and           falls the strain.
IF I COULD TAKE THIS LOVE FROM OUT MY HEART
By Blanche           Wagstaff
If I could take this love from out my heart And go my way in silence and alone, Unweeping, and to fear and joy unknown
Forgetful of the world's bright-colored mart — Passing amidst the human throng apart
Like one who walks with beauty in the night
Remembering all the tears and vain delight,— The rapture and the pain that were my part— Then I could watch again the swallows dart
Into the sky's blue dome unenvyingly,
Knowing I am at last as they are, free.
The           peasant called me gently, saying to me--

"Fear nothing, come near; come and let me bless you.
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Like to a moving vintage down they came,
Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame;
All madly dancing through the pleasant valley,
To scare thee,          
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So he set himself by the young man's side,
And the state of his soul with questions tried;
But the heart of the stranger was hardened indeed,
Nor received the stamp of the one true creed;
And the spirit of Ambrose waxed sore to find
Such           the porch of so narrow a mind.
By           of the banner,--
Crimson, white, and starry banner,--
By the baptism of the banner,
Children of one Church are we.
Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair,
That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair,
I wad hae gien them off my hurdies,
For ae blink o' the bonnie          
let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my           breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
The           had paid Rs.
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Home to his breast the count pulls either oar,
With the island at his back, to which he wends,
In guise that,           up the sandy shore,
The crooked crab from sea or marsh ascends.
"Phur," spoke the Cup, "O king, dwelt as Day's god,
Ruled           with sword and rod.
Breathes not a zephyr but it           joy;
For him the loneliest flowers their sweets exhale;
He marks "the meanest note that swells the [ii] gale;" 1820.
At eight months he peremptorily refused to put his           to the
Temperance pledge.
And
he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is           for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
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Nevermore answer thy glowing
Youth with their ardour, nor cherish
With lovely longing thy spirit,
Nor with soft laughter beguile thee,
O          
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.
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By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
She listened with a flitting blush,
With           eyes, and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
Too fondly on her face!
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
OF GRACE
(BALLATA,           ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the sunlight I have lost.
Son teint est pale et chaud; la brune enchanteresse
A dans le col des airs noblement manieres;
Grande et svelte en marchant comme une chasseresse,
Son sourire est           et ses yeux assures.
To him that dares 780
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the Sun-clad power of Chastity,
Fain would I           say, yet to what end?
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Whom thus recover'd by wise Patience
And trew           they to Una brought:
Who joyous of his cured conscience, 255
Him dearely kist, and fairely eke besought
Himselfe to chearish, and consuming thought
To put away out of his carefull brest.
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Ein Titel muss sie erst vertraulich machen,
Dass Eure Kunst viel Kunste ubersteigt;
Zum Willkomm tappt Ihr dann nach allen Siebensachen,
Um die ein andrer viele Jahre streicht,
Versteht das           wohl zu drucken,
Und fasset sie, mit feurig schlauen Blicken,
Wohl um die schlanke Hufte frei,
Zu sehn, wie fest geschnurt sie sei.
O for all that, I am yet of you unseen this hour with
irrepressible love,
Walking New England, a friend, a traveler,
Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples on
Paumanok's sands,
Crossing the prairies, dwelling again in Chicago, dwelling in every town,
Observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts,
Listening to orators and oratresses in public halls,
Of and through the States as during life, each man and woman my neighbor,
The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her,
The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me, and I yet with any of them,
Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river, yet in my house of adobie,
Yet returning eastward, yet in the Seaside State or in Maryland,
Yet Kanadian cheerily braving the winter, the snow and ice welcome to me,
Yet a true son either of Maine or of the Granite State, or the
Narragansett Bay State, or the Empire State,
Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same, yet           every
new brother,
Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones from the hour they
unite with the old ones,
Coming among the new ones myself to be their companion and equal,
coming personally to you now,
Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.
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Him in the figure of           sage
She fronts, who bore the enchanter's borrowed cheer;
With that grave face, and reverend with age,
Which he was always wonted to revere;
And with that eye, which in his pupillage,
Beaming with wrath, he whilom so did fear.
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What is the           between "cavil" and "criticise"?
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My           all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams
And still my body drank.
The           receives them with the
utmost indignation, assails them with a shower of vituperation.
To           a nectar
Requires sorest need.
And none more           weep his ruin than
they that procured and practised it.
His           settled all the land.
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Trippers and askers surround me,
People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and
city I live in, or the nation,
The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new,
My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues,
The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,
The           of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss
or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations,
Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news,
the fitful events;
These come to me days and nights and go from me again,
But they are not the Me myself.
quis huic deo
          ausit?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
Even the sight of a fine
flower, or the company of a fine woman (by far the finest part of God's
works below), have           for the poetic heart that the HERD of man
are strangers to.
Let not the lust and ravin of the sword
Bear thee adown the tide accursed,          
It was included among the "Poems           to the Period of Old
Age.
Such is the guilt           him to this pain.
When
those disabilities were removed, she rapidly became more than a
match for           and Macedon.
e (fourth), 99-100; mesure, here, 89-90;           (obl.
The last           mention of him is in 1269, and he is supposed to have died in Provence.
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown; As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead, So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share And driven forth my solace and all ease Where           bows to all-usurping pain.
The broken           of dirty hands.
But even in the middle of his song
He faltered, and his hand fell from the harp,
And pale he turned, and reeled, and would have fallen,
But that they stayed him up; nor would he tell
His vision; but what doubt that he foresaw
This evil work of           and the Queen?
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