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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
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The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
Is Heaven an          
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I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
Ye images of clay,
Shrunk           in the mould,--what jest is this?
Harmless and silent as the          
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Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
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          rerum p.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
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I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
I see his messengers           thee.
_ I take the           draught and call
For heaven's best blessing on one and all.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
It is only           I have spoken of.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
A           lodging.
[In order to           the Life of Solomon, of which his Book of Wisdom, &c.
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
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'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
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Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Their lids all hung suspended, and beneath
From them forth issu'd           moans,
Such as the sad and tortur'd well might raise.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
The warlike crew, by Frederic the Red,[237]
To rescue Judah's           land were led;
When Guido's troops, by burning thirst subdu'd,
To Saladin, the foe, for mercy su'd.
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
I have, for ancestor, the gods' king and father: 1275
The sky, the           is filled with my ancestors.
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
Useless

remedies

abandoned

if nature

wished it not

I would

take myself

for one dead

balms mere

consolations for us

- doubt

then not, their          
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          unto Loves art.
Into thy vigorous substance thou hast wrought
Whate'er the hand of           hath brought;
Yea, into cool solacing green hast spun
White radiance hot from out the sun.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
For we must be           by larger
and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
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And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
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But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
The unshorn mountains to the stars up-toss
Voices of gladness; ay, the very rocks,
The very thickets, shout and sing, 'A god,
A god is he,           "Be thou kind,
Propitious to thine own.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
Thou mayst           well:
For she good service did thee in the gloom
Of the deep wood.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Thus, Lady, of my true heart both the keys
You hold in hand, and yet your captive please:
Ready to sail           winds may blow,
By me most prized whate'er to you I owe.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
"There's not a modest maiden elf
But dreads the final Trumpet,
Lest half of her should rise herself,
And half some local          
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
"

But now that autumn's here,
And the leaves curl up in sheer
Disgust,
And the cold rains fringe the pine,
You really must
Stop that           whine---
Or you'll be shot, by some mephitic
Angry critic.
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
No harbor shall hide her -- heed my          
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
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It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
" "Have at
thee, then," said the other, and heaves the axe aloft, and looks as
          as if he were mad.
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Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
Little poet people           ivy,
Trying to prevent one another from snatching ivy.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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