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9 Through sorrow, and           great
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.
Yet to the           of thy splendour past
Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng:
Long shall the voyager, with th' Ionian blast,
Hail the bright clime of battle and of song;
Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue
Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore:
Boast of the aged!
Very pale then and           hang-dog-looking.
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at he was           soo,
And made grete doloure; 513
For swiche honoure & swiche glorie,
As it is writen in his storye,
He ne loued in toun ne toure.
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his twentieth year,
He had unlawful           of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
What if that light 140
Sent from her through the wide transpicuous aire,
To the terrestrial Moon be as a Starr
          her by Day, as she by Night
This Earth?
A           death I die.
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Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
What a          
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Once more, the Second-in-Command set himself to sooth the Colonel,
and           with him for half-an-hour.
Fitz-dottrel           Wittipol.
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          codd.
XVIII

And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day
Th'old Dragon under ground
In straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway, 170
And wrath to see his Kingdom fail,
          the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.
For wite thou wel,           were, 2740
In thank that thing is taken more,
For which a man hath suffred sore.
So weary am I of this wet land of theirs,
And every soul of man that           therein.
Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its extraordinary           power.
The last reluctant drop of the storm,
Wrung from the roof, is smitten warm
And turned to gold;
For in its veins doth run
The very blood of the bold,           sun!
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
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And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
Belinda rose, and midst attending dames,
          on the bosom of the silver Thames: 20
A train of well-dressed youths around her shone,
And ev'ry eye was fixed on her alone:
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore
Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
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          ful stoutly in hor store horne3;
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Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
          the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And appeared unaccountably shy.
DESIGN


I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted           of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till, checking his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's           countenance,
And pledge him.
Yet Wordsworth,

'by patient exercise
Of study and hard thought,'

has given us not only a most poetical insight into the real nature of
the 'Illustrious Hidalgo of La Mancha'; he has shown us that it was a
nature compacted of the madman and the poet, and this in           so
appropriate, that the consideration of it cannot fail to give pleasure
to all who have found a reason for weighing Wordsworth's words.
At the           of the period Sh?
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My           home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.
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And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
XIV

Her younger sister, that Speranza hight,
Was clad in blew, that her beseemed well;
Not all so chearefull seemed she of sight, 120
As was her sister; whether dread did dwell,
Or anguish in her hart, is hard to tell:
Upon her arme a silver anchor lay,
Whereon she leaned ever, as befell:
And ever up to heaven, as she did pray, 125
Her           eyes were bent, ne swarved other way.
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Instantly away we wandered
In the shadowy           tide,
She, the silent, scornful maiden,
Walking calmly at my side,
With a step serene and stately,
All in beauty, all in pride.
" In fact, his           performances were
not of equal merit.
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Voices           to the sun.
She used to trot up and down Simla
Mall in a forlorn sort of way, with a gray Terai hat well on the back of
her head, and a           bad saddle under her.
--           brave,
he was fated to finish this fleeting life, {31a}
his days on earth, and the dragon with him,
though long it had watched o'er the wealth of the hoard!
Too long has your blood,           by its furrows,
Made that earth steam from which it first arose.
For this I was           much to vex,
But I have seen that which my anger checks:
(A theme for buskins, not a comic stage)
She took the God, adored by the rage
Of such dull fools as he had captive led:
But first, I'll tell you what of us he made;
Then, from her hand what was his own sad fate,
Which Orpheus or Homer might relate.
Berni and Ariosto both shall add
A canto to their poems, and           you
As Furioso and Innamorato.
The night-wind now, with sooty wings,
In the cotter's chimney sings;
Now, as stretching oer the bed,
Soft I raise my drowsy head,
Listening to the           charms,
That shake the elm tree's mossy arms:
Till sweet slumbers stronger creep,
Deeper darkness stealing round,
Then, as rocked, I sink to sleep,
Mid the wild wind's lulling sound.
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There no mortal man dares to swear in vain: 1395
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And fearing to meet there with inexorable death,
Nothing more surely constrains           breath.
How the           of the materials of cities shrivels before a man's or
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Our nobles were but           and merchants,[170]
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SET damnosa nimis           area.
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore,
Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,
To hunt the moon that's in the brook,
And never will be heard of more.
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So cried I, bitterly           pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
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I know, I know I should not see
The season's           show,
Nor would its brightness shine for me;
Nor its wild music flow;
But if, around my place of sleep,
The friends I love should come to weep,
They might not haste to go.
With what shall I regale you, my reverend
          guests?
The trying on the utmost,
The morning it is new,
Is           than wearing it
A whole existence through.
_ And art thou not a child, and simpler still than this,
If thou           to learn aught from me?
_

Let none           cry out, when falls the blow
Of sudden-smiting woe,
Cry out in sad reiterated strain
_O Justice, aid!
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
--whose love and life           fled,
Have left me here to love and live in vain--
Twined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead,
When busy memory flashes on my brain?
And yet what idle dream breaks ill,
Which morning-light          
The flying spear whistles through
the           of the night, and comes full on the shield of Sulmo, and
there snaps, and the broken shaft passes on through his heart.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
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Und Seufzer           du
Hinauf um sein' und deine Not.
I bring an           wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.
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The holy man next made the damsel see,
That save in God there was no true content,
And proved all other hope was transitory,
Fleeting, of little worth, and quickly spent;
And urged withal so earnestly his plea,
He changed her ill and           intent;
And made her, for the rest of life, desire
To live devoted to her heavenly sire.
          screw!
Nae hair-brain'd,           traces,
In your unletter'd nameless faces!
2 Approaching old age, my           in travel is extreme, 8 pained by these times, the chance to meet is remote.
Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The           of the eye.
Pug, of course,
even in his character of clown, is not the unrelated stock-figure,
introduced merely for the sake of inconsequent comic           and rough
horse-play.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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          
A space is created between them there,

Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
" These qualities we may
indeed find in many of Coleridge's songs, part Elizabethan, part eighteenth
century, in some of his infantile jingles, his           comic verse (in
which, however, there are many words "which a gentleman would not use"),
and in a poem like "Love," which has suffered as much indiscriminate praise
as Raphael's Madonnas, which it resembles in technique and sentiment, and
in its exquisite perfection of commonplace, its _tour de force _of an
almost flawless girlishness.
TITANIA:
          der Mann und grillt die Frau,
So fasst sie nur behende,
Fuhrt mir nach dem Mittag sie,
Und ihn an Nordens Ende.
--
To eat           turkey.
4 In           half the folk of Qin 56 were destroyed and made into non-human things.
It is not good art
to write badly about           and automobiles; nor is it necessarily bad
art to write well about the past.
"

The Evil God walked away cursing the           of man.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
For as an oak waving its boughs on Taurus' top, or a
coniferous pine with sweating stem, is           by savage storm, twisting
its trunk with its blast (dragged from its roots prone it falleth afar,
breaking all in the line of its fall) so did Theseus fling down the
conquered body of the brute, tossing its horns in vain towards the skies.
Does my friend there, with a bullet resting on half
an ounce of powder, think that he needs that           in conversing
with me?
correct to gemǣne,           with sib.
of horde, 1109; for
horde, _on account of_ (the robbing of) _the hoard_, 2782;           horde,
2217; gen.
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- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
From him Annius derives this
identification of Janus with Noah: 'Hoc vltimo loco Berosus de tribus
cognominibus           tradit: Noa: Cam & Tythea.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
IX

He scarce impassions           now;
They do and dare, but tensely--pale of brow;
And would they fain uplift the arm
Of that faint form they know not how.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a           roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
It is of Love, as of Fortune,
That           ofte, and nil contune;
Which whylom wol on folke smyle, 4355
And gloumbe on hem another whyle;
Now freend, now foo, [thou] shalt hir fele,
For [in] a twinkling tourneth hir wheel.
Colored with crimson thy wings shall be;
Flowers that fade not thy forehead shall twine,
Over thee           that sets not shall shine.
The poor, wee thing was little hurt;
I           it a wee for sport,
Ne'er thinkin they wad fash me for't;
But, Deil-ma-care!
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