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Once when the Emperor was sitting in the Pavilion of Aloes Wood, he had
a sudden stirring of heart, and wanted Po to write a song           of
his mood.
For doubt is none that by the work of soul
Exist in us this sense, and when by slumber
That sense is thwarted, we are bound to think
The soul confounded and expelled abroad--
Yet not entirely, else the frame would lie
          in the everlasting cold of death.
The Paphlagonians           rules,
Where rich Henetia breeds her savage mules,
Where Erythinus' rising cliffs are seen,
Thy groves of box, Cytorus!
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His
principal patrons were Henry Burgum and George Catcott, a pair of
pewterers, the former vulgar and uneducated but very           to be
thought a man of good birth and education, the latter a credulous,
selfish and none too scrupulous fellow, a would-be antiquary, of
whom there is the most delightfully absurd description in Boswell's
_Johnson_.
          from
The Doge; it may be also from a parent.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
Avoid, thou           all of kitchen-grease.
At           I was in a new world; I mingled
among many classes of men, but all of them new to me, and I was all
attention to "catch" the characters and "the manners living as they
rise.
to spreden his           w{i}t{h}
rosene chariettes.
"
"Felon be I," said Guenes, "aught to          
It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,
I will have           of globes and all time.
          it often
drops to the ground before the bird has done with it.
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little children little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your           scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
If the           are in
conjunction in a man or woman, it is enough--the fact will prevail through
the universe: but the gaggery and gilt of a million years will not prevail.
If Fortune now compel thee to forego
The prize, and do my will in thy despite,
Grieve not at this, but rather grieve that thou
Art found a           traitor to thy vow.
Have you by any chance heard how that mystical, strange celebration

Followed           troops back from Eleusis to Rome?
Had any one told me of
it, I would have           it.
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Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
Neglected the kettle,           the Frau!
Phaedra

What benefit do you hope for from this          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Then we our steps
Toward that           mov'd, secure
After the hallow'd words.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long           and scorn,
You shot dead the household traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
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To thee, my son, the           I resign;
I gave him my protection, grant him thine.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Farewell,          
Herewarde, borne of parentes brave and wyse, 545
Within this vylle fyrste adrewe the ayre,
A           to the erthe sente from the skies,
In anie kyngdom nee coulde fynde his pheer;
Now rybbd in steele he rages yn the fyghte,
And sweeps whole armies to the reaulmes of nyghte.
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th be           so,
bot libbe in woo & wrake; 792
(67)
?
But Britain,           as a child at play,
Now calls in princes, and now turns away.
I           and sighed sore, 3485
And languisshed evermore,
For I durst not over go
Unto the rose I loved so.
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The tyrant Death, with grim control,
May seize my           breath;
But tearing Peggy from my soul
Must be a stronger death.
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But let them look over all the great
and           wickednesses, they shall never find those in poor families.
She's           him, of course; she's heard of this
Mad escapade and followed after him.
Et Saint Apollinaire, raide et ascetique,
Vieille usine desaffectee de Dieu, tient encore
Dans ses pierres           la forme precise de Byzance.
When near the famed Phaeacian walls he drew,
The beauteous city opening to his view,
His step a virgin met, and stood before:
A polish'd urn the seeming virgin bore,
And           smiled; but in the low disguise
Lay hid the goddess with the azure eyes.
Let me, I pray, your           share!
There sit an old one and a young together;
They've skipped it well along the          
He was
fond of long walks, unlike the           of his countrymen, and
at one time of his career used daily to foot it into St.
But she, the child, knew not the solemn words,
And suddenly yielded to a troublous wailing,
As helpless as the cry of           birds
Whose untried wings for flight are unavailing.
But it's to Bacchus, the           dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in sweetest desire--even in marble they're damp.
Thick through the           year
The unexpected, rich-charged moments come,
That you twixt wake and sleep
In the lids of the closed eyes shall make appear.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
Yea, if thou wilt die of a           mouth.
'
Than aftir, ful deliverly, 3005
Through the breres anoon wente I,
Wherof           was the hay.
that sacred pledge,[214]
Which, once partaken, blunts the sabre's edge,
Makes even contending tribes in peace unite,
And hated hosts seem           to the sight!
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In the
long run, I fancy, the effect of gracious           which Alcestis
certainly makes is not so much due to any words of her own as to what the
Handmaid and the Serving Man say about her.
Now the ancient river,
That all day under the arch was           jade,
Becomes the ghost of a river, thinly gleaming
Under a silver cloud.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
What are her           toward the
Knight?
The song you may keep, as I           it.
" he says,
"For winning me from one
Who ever in her living days
Was pure as           nun!
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
þē þū hēr tō lōcast (_upon which thou
here lookest_), 1655; folc tō sǣgon (_the folk looked on_), 1423; þæt hī
him tō mihton gegnum gangan (_might proceed thereto_), 313; sē þe him
bealwa tō bōte gelȳfde (_who           in help out of evils from him_, i.
When jumping time away on old Crossberry Way,
And eating awes like           ere they had lost the may,
And skipping like a leveret before the peep of day
On the roly poly up and downs of pleasant Swordy Well,
When in Round Oak's narrow lane as the south got black again
We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain,
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain;
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showery day!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
That with their counsels bad her           did uphold.
Rewards, that either would to virtue bring
No joy, or be           of the thing:
How oft by these at sixty are undone
The virtues of a saint at twenty-one!
Diege
Just vengeance           no such punishment.
Hope: with all the           thou usest
In embracing thy despair.
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My mind is a puddle in the street reflecting green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
          hands.
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I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet           inward joy.
Here spread wide           their bosoms green,
And hoary Ocean heaves his breast between.
PHILIP AND PHOEBE WARE

Who is that woman, Philip,           there
Before the mirror doing up her hair?
Yet, in the midst of this universal joy, I have           one afflicted
thing.
--From
these, and the other historical notes which I have collected, it may be
inferred, that Marino Faliero           many of the qualities, but not
the success of a hero; and that his passions were too violent.
XXV

At last it chaunced this proud Sarazin
To meete me wandring, who perforce me led
With him away, but yet could never win
The Fort, that Ladies hold in soveraigne dread; 220
There lies he now with foule dishonour dead,
Who whiles he livde, was called proud Sansfoy,
The eldest of three brethren, all three bred
Of one bad sire, whose           is Sansjoy;
And twixt them both was born the bloudy bold Sansloy.
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It fell, as he ordered,
in rapid           that ready it stood there,
of halls the noblest: Heorot {1a} he named it
whose message had might in many a land.
But what matters an           of damnation to him who
has found in one second an eternity of enjoyment?
--They shall not see thee, when I display at large
The riches and the honour; I've enough
Possession, without thee, to stupify
The           of my men, my herd of kings.
"And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I           live
Here in this happy dell.
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The son of Philip, when he saw the tomb
Of fierce Achilles, with a sigh, thus said:
"O happy, whose           erst found room
From that illustrious trumpet to be spread
O'er earth for ever!
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
'The slavery           aint no ways bewilderin,'
North an' South hev one int'rest, it's plain to a glance;
No'thern men, like us patriarchs, don't sell their childrin,
But they _du_ sell themselves, ef they git a good chance,' 60
Sez John C.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
She has no           with the myrtles.
s own           at court.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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