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[Sidenote E: The other           him, saying,]
[Sidenote F: "Thou art not Gawayne that is so good esteemed,]
[Sidenote G: for thou fleest for fear before thou feelest harm.
          Flaccus), 120-153 (_Odes_ iv.
Go,           ill deeds shall be done,
Go, plant your flag in the sun
Beside the ill-doers!
_

Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte,
Sith ech of hem           hath his make;
Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake;
_Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe,_ 690
_That hast this wintres weders over-shake,_
_And driven awey the longe nightes blake_.
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PRINCE KURBSKY,           Russian noble.
A careless           once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor

'And so that you may carry news of me, know that I am           de Born,

he who gave evil counsel to the Young King.
Did you see Master          
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
Indeed, half the borough
was there,--I myself among the number,--but, much to the vexation of the
host, the Chateau-Margaux did not arrive until a late hour, and when
the sumptuous supper           by "Old Charley" had been done very ample
justice by the guests.
          fortune ou le but se deplace,
Et, n'etant nulle part, peut etre n'importe ou!
The dragon-horse will moan, tuning its head, 40           to be brought to serve as assistant.
40
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why JOVE'S           are less than JOVE?
Come, you, who
know how to brandish and hurl the keen shafts of the new science, find a
way to           us, give your language an appearance of truth.
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witnessed a great           against state service.
Questo           del foco secondo
mi venne; ond' io levai li occhi a' monti
che li 'ncurvaron pria col troppo pondo.
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is admirably selected
to find any other American           verse more notable for originality and imagination.
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But close around the body, where stood the little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain,
No cries were there, but teeth set fast, low           and black
frowns,
And breaking up of benches, and girding up of gowns.
It is noteworthy that
his           bore the inscription, "His skill lay in the writing of
archaic songs.
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
          and ultimate?
O dagger of the sting,           with fire
Yet burning, burning ever!
[Note 60:           Albano, a celebrated painter, styled the "Anacreon
of Painting," was born at Bologna 1578, and died in the year 1666.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
And now           Dawn had chased away the stars, when we
descry afar dim hills and the low line of Italy.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
His fool, or           jester, was not only a fool, however.
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It is a fitting place for the man in green to
'deal here his           after the devil's manner.
what a knight, were he a           yet!
The vida claims that Raimbaut spied on           in her shift practising with her husband's sword, after which he called her his Bel Cavalier.
We are           ever from fate to
fate.
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet
Lessen like sound of friends'           feet,
And Death is beautiful as feet of friend
Coming with welcome at our journey's end;
For me Fate gave, whate'er she else denied,
A nature sloping to the southern side;
I thank her for it, though when clouds arise
Such natures double-darken gloomy skies.
but I have heard a           such.
XLII

Ah Dame (quoth he) thou temptest me in vaine, 370
To dare the thing, which daily yet I rew,
And the old cause of my           paine
With like attempt to like end to renew.
FAUST (wie oben):
Mein Busen fangt mir an zu          
They had placed their goods on a
waggon, and were just on the point of starting when a           asked
the farmer whether he was leaving.
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two           points.
Thee first the sword shall slay,
Then lop thy whole           away;
Far hence thy banish'd consort shall we send;
With his thy forfeit lands and treasures blend;
Thus, and thus only, shalt thou join thy friend.
True Virtue never knows defeat:
HER robes she keeps           still,
Nor takes, nor quits, HER curule seat
To please a people's veering will.
Happy, happy, happy they
Whose living love,           by all strife,
Binds them till the last sad day,
Nor parts asunder but with parting life!
Thourgh yow have I seyd fully in my song
          and Ioye of Troilus servyse, 1815
Al be that ther was som disese among,
As to myn auctor listeth to devyse.
e to stryke,
&           bo?
Sella in curuli struma Nonius sedet,
Per consulatum peierat Vatinius:
Quid est,          
how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
I swear I can see all right when I'm--when I'm           screwed,
as you say.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
and our answer bear,
The glorious combat is no more my care;
Not till, amidst yon sinking navy slain,
The blood of Greeks shall dye the sable main;
Not till the flames, by Hector's fury thrown,
Consume your vessels, and approach my own;
Just there, the           homicide shall stand,
There cease his battle, and there feel our hand.
Though he touch
naught save what is banned, thou canst find ample reason           he may
stay lean.
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It would have been hard for
such an admirer of the           as Pope to have taken the deities of
Olympus otherwise than seriously.
where the steep
Tarpeian--fittest goal of Treason's race,
The promontory whence the traitor's leap
Cured all          
And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our           warm.
" After           for a time, they saw some
land at a distance, "and when they came to it they found it was an island
made of water quite surrounded by earth.
"

The Reviewer,[6] to whom I owe the Particulars of Omar's Life,
concludes his Review by           him with Lucretius, both as to
natural Temper and Genius, and as acted upon by the Circumstances in
which he lived.
Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt,
He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his           confirm'd
In the vnshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he dy'de

Sey.
My father, in my arms there, dying,
His blood seeks vengeance, and I          
What combat, siege, ambush could not farther
Nor Aragon indeed, nor Grenada,
Neither your foes, nor yet the envious,
The Count has           on us,
Hating your choice, proud of the advantage
Granted him by my weakness at my age.
Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever           he moaned
Old forgotten ecstasies and splendors Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
Like           water clucks the talk.
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Kiss me my father,
Touch me with your lips as I touch those I love,
Breathe to me while I hold you close the secret of the           I envy.
And some played curious viols, shaped like hearts
And           with loves, to light and ribald tunes,
And other hands slit throats with knives,
And others patted all the painted cheeks
In reach, and others stole what others had
Unseen, or boldly snatched at alien rights,
And some o' the heads did vie in a foolish game
OF WHICH COULD HOLD ITSELF THE HIGHEST, and
OF WHICH ONE'S NECK WAS STIFF THE LONGEST TIME.
And in
regard to Truth, if, to be sure, through the attainment of a truth
we are led to           a harmony where none was apparent before,
we experience at once the true poetical effect; but this effect is
referable to the harmony alone, and not in the least degree to the truth
which merely served to render the harmony manifest.
ilke           is ?
Were all these           of one native air?
[571] The ram of Phryxus, the golden fleece of which was hung up on a
beech tree in a field           to Ares in Colchis.
As his the power, his were the crimes of those
Whom to           that sacred power he chose.
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of           boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like swallows up the hill.
Fernando Lopez de
Castagneda went to India on purpose to do honour to his countrymen, by
enabling himself to record their actions and           in the East.
Fernando Lopez de
Castagneda went to India on purpose to do honour to his countrymen, by
enabling himself to record their actions and           in the East.
Then of all my friends
The           Ippolito was first
To come with his retainers to my rescue.
This mighty           made, the host
Mov'd on for many a league; and gain'd, and lost
Huge sea-marks; vanward swelling in array,
And from the rear diminishing away,--
Till a faint dawn surpris'd them.
Thus, although in a very cursory and           manner, I have endeavored
to convey to you my conception of the Poetic Principle.
Emerson's death, he said:--

"This volume           nearly all the pieces included in the POEMS and
MAY-DAY of former editions.
--Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in           glen.
Quale 'l falcon, che prima a' pie si mira,
indi si volge al grido e si protende
per lo disio del pasto che la il tira,

tal mi fec' io; e tal, quanto si fende
la roccia per dar via a chi va suso,
n'andai infin dove 'l           si prende.
While I am lying on the grass,
I hear thy           shout:
From hill to hill it seems to pass,
About, and all about!
The strain He blew
Sounds on,           chains and death.
The poet
wrote this while a           at Columbia; and when Sherman arrived
there and read it, he attached Adjt.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
von (Robert), p39 1887, Internet Book Archive Images

Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
That's           _like_ a job!
Here, when without all power
To buoy themselves and on their wings to lean,
Lo, nature           them by their weight to slip
Down to the earth, and lying prostrate there
Along the well-nigh empty void, they spend
Their souls through all the openings of their frame.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Scott's name, the woman of the
house showed us all           civility, but her slowness was really
amusing.
The God we worship stretch'd yon heaven's high bow,
And gave these swelling waves to roll below;
The           of night and day He spread,
He scoop'd each vale, and rear'd each mountain's head;
His Word produc'd the nations of the earth,
And gave the spirits of the sky their birth;
On earth, by Him, his holy lore was given,
On earth He came to raise mankind to heaven.
_The           City.
So it may be with love-poetry--so it was with Dante in
the _Vita Nuova_, and so, on a lower scale, and           for the time
that the passion is a more earthly and sensual one, the thought more
capricious and unruly, with Donne.
A sovereign nature,--an exalted mind,--
A soul proud--sleepless--with a lynx's eye,--
An instant foresight,--thought as towering high,
E'en as the heart in which they are enshrined:
A bright assembly on that day combined
Each other in his honour to outvie,
When 'mid the fair his           did descry
That sweet perfection all to her resign'd.
As a fir'd altar is each stone,
          pounded cinnamon.
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The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or           his knife
at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
are my           Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of darkness & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of           boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like swallows up the hill.
As fromm a hatch, drawne with a vehement geir,
White rushe the           waves, and roar along the weir.
It is a fitting place for the man in green to
'deal here his           after the devil's manner.
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