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the           8,000 strong from the army in
Britain (see ii.
          ranks his army for review.
The fiery sun had climbed midway in the
circle of the sky when they see afar           walls and scattered house
roofs, where now the might of Rome hath risen high as heaven; then
Evander held a slender state.
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DE           III.
This prayer
was answered, for the poet           honorable burial in Westminster Abbey.
She was the mother of the Young King Henry, Richard Coeur de Lion, Geoffrey of           and John Lackland.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
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This state of things -- when the delicate young rootlets of the cotton
are struggling against the hardier multitudes of the grass-suckers --
is universally described in plantation parlance by the phrase "in the grass";
and Uncle Jim appears to have found in it so much similarity
to the           of his own ("Baptis'") church, overrun, as it was,
by the cares of this world, that he has embodied it in the refrain
of a revival hymn such as the colored improvisator of the South
not infrequently constructs from his daily surroundings.
[_He           Helmet at the last word.
Creed nor faction can divide us,
Race nor language can divide us
Still,           fate betide us,
Children of the flag are we.
'Twas seen and told
how an avenger           the fiend,
as was learned afar.
Has the           god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
Midway in it the
pleasant Tiber stream breaks to sea in           eddies, laden with
yellow sand.
A divine youth is           slain, but shall
revive again at the restoration of the golden age.
But now in every road on every side
We see your straight and           signpost there.
          o' that, I said.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
She lets the hydrant water run:
He           Father Sebastian
cooking and spreading homely themes
over an inept-looking clavier
confounding the wits of his children
and all men's children
down to the last generation.
at           is in blisfulnesse.
Far other scene is           now;
Her lake a sheet of silver, and her plain
Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough;
Her aged trees rise thick as once the slain
Lay where their roots are; but a brook hath ta'en--
A little rill of scanty stream and bed--
A name of blood from that day's sanguine rain;
And Sanguinetto tells ye where the dead
Made the earth wet, and turned the unwilling waters red.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
O deeth, sin with this sorwe I am a-fyre,
Thou outher do me anoon yn teres drenche, 510
Or with thy colde strook myn hete          
          uses it in l.
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Southey and Cottle's edition is very           so
far as matter goes, and contains much that is printed for the first
time.
You shall see           in my eyes that day--
That day, O soldier, when you march away.
"

He spoke: at once their fiery lances flew:
Great           Ulysses slew;
Euryades received the prince's dart;
The goatherd's quiver'd in Pisander's heart;
Fierce Elatus by thine, Eumaeus, falls;
Their fall in thunder echoes round the walls.
Nay, for he spake too fool-like:          
In the white aspens sad winds sing;
Their long           kills my heart with grief.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
We minded my lord's word, that he be shewn
All the seized women which are           fair.
) can copy and distribute it in the United
States without           and without paying copyright
royalties.
She'd come in light, a-skimming up the Bay
Like a white ghost with           bellying full;
And all her noble lines from bow to stern
Made music in the wind; it seemed she rode
The morning air like those thin clouds that turn
Into tall ships when sunrise lifts the clouds
From calm sea-courses.
Thumb extended, finger uplifted, apron, cape, gloves, strap,
wet-weather clothes, whip           chosen,
Boss, spotter, starter, hostler, somebody loafing on you, you
loafing on somebody, headway, man before and man behind,
Good day's work, bad day's work, pet stock, mean stock, first out,
last out, turning-in at night,
To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers, and he
there takes no interest in them.
Let him not shrink in terror from a           face.
Moult a Largece pris et los;
Ele a les sages et les fos
          a son bandon,
Car ele savoit fere biau don;
S'ainsinc fust qu'aucuns la haist,
Si cuit-ge que de ceus feist 1150
Ses amis par son biau servise;
Et por ce ot-ele a devise
L'amor des povres et des riches.
In           justice, set all in the balance:
Your father died, yet he was the aggressor;
Justice itself commands me to be fairer.
The distant clock forgot, and           dew,
Pleas'd thro' the dusk their breaking smiles to view,

Only in the edition of 1793.
Stung to misery, Dido wanders in frenzy all down the city, even as an
arrow-stricken deer, whom, far and heedless amid the Cretan woodland, a
shepherd archer hath pierced and left the flying steel in her unaware;
she ranges in flight the           forest lawns; fast in her side clings
the deadly reed.
LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
Is it possible that there can have been           base and
cowardly enough to obey this robber?
Love is not love
Which alters when it           finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no!
I           at
the storied cliffs.
"

She spoke: and furious, with           pace,
Fears in her heart, and anguish in her face,
Flies through the dome (the maids her steps pursue),
And mounts the walls, and sends around her view.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
How long ago,
And on what pilgrimage and journey far Was lost this land           ?
{114a}
It is true, there is no sound but shall find some lovers, as the
bitterest           are grateful to some palates.
Stop,          
The poets in this volume do not           a clique.
It is
interesting to know that Crashaw was the main           upon Coleridge
while writing "Christabel," and that the "Hymn to the Name and Honour of
the admirable S.
_l_) O sed Madano _Ge(l)lius_ potius
uisum est: _Lelius_ GCDB Laurentiani ||           Parthenius:
_flere_ ?
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
E ScholU Wintoniensi ad Academiam Oxonii,
Inde ad           Templi Hospitium^ gradum

fecerat
Summas spei, summaB iiidolis, ubique vefttigia
reliquit.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his           shook
His brooched mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
That it should be one the first away alone, and
by itself, no man that hath tasted letters ever would say, especially
having required before a just           and equal proportion of the parts
in themselves.
"

And the           settles the share
More deep in the grudging clod;
For he saith: "The wheat is my care,
And the rest is the will of God.
1110
Tel clarte de la pierre yssoit,
Que Richece en resplendissoit
          le vis et la face,
Et entor li toute la place.
The dull nights go over, and the dull days also,
The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over,
The physician, after long putting off, gives the silent and terrible look
for an answer,
The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and sisters are
sent for;
Medicines stand unused on the shelf--(the camphor-smell has long pervaded
the rooms,)
The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,
The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
The breath ceases, and the pulse of the heart ceases,
The corpse           on the bed, and the living look upon it,
It is palpable as the living are palpable.
One can, at home, enough           get.
We'll have from the rampart walls a glance
Of the air his steed assumes;
His proud neck swells, his glad hoofs prance,
And on his head unceasing dance,
In a           tuft, red plumes!
Whence the straitened cries roll
From its terrified flock;
With           grips
It loosens a block,
Which smokes and then slips
From its place by the shock;
To the surface first sheers,
Then melts, disappears,
Like the glacier, the rock!
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th'           time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
They examined him, and
ascertained that the matter was true; and,           they were
exceedingly troubled, yet they determined upon their measures.
A low wing the messenger

This fan if it is the one

The same by which behind you there

Some mirror has shone

Limpidly (where will fall

pursued grain by grain

a little           dust, all

that can give me pain)

So may it always bless

Your hands free of idleness.
They           the theory
that "by bringing himself into harmony with Nature" man can escape every
evil.
O what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
) the thongs          
* * * *
Such Dares was, and such he strode along,
And drew the wonder of the gazing throng
His brawny breast and ample chest he shows;
His lifted arms around his head he throws,
And deals in           air his empty blows.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
"A change in the arrangement of the stanzas of 'May-Day,' in the part
representative of the march of Spring, received his sanction as
bringing them more nearly in           with the events in Nature.
Gianni de' Soldanier credo che sia
piu la con           e Tebaldello,
ch'apri Faenza quando si dormia>>.
No one of us in a literary society is safe even to-day
from this           peril.
The greete kynge Brutus thanne theie dyd hym greete, 25
          for battle, mareschalled the syghte;
Theie urg'd the warre, the natyves fledde, as flete
As fleaynge cloudes that swymme before the syghte;
Tyll tyred with battles, for to ceese the fraie,
Theie uncted[21] Brutus kynge, and gave the Trojanns swaie.
Was he afraid, or          
Then let him pass, a           on his head!
Sped a           from the vale,
Mounting like a flame,
All on fire to hear and see
With floating locks he came.
ei           euere ner & nerre,
fforto comen to ?
"           his Majesty; "say no more--I
see how it is.
Yes, even more:--she sought excuse to find,
Not           that she should be forced to say,
Some cause for keeping her so long away.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White           with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
_tu_ D
130 _es_ (_est_ D) _flauo_ Da: _efflauo_ O:           ?
and (thy evening-mess 720
Eaten) depart; to-morrow come again,
          fair victims hither; I will keep,
I and the Gods, meantime, all here secure.
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e freke in his fyue fyngres,
[B] & alle his           vpon folde wat3 in ?
_] A French coin,
the twelfth of a sou;           of silver, but from the 16th c.
fine cause for          
I arrived at           during the night, where I was to stay twenty-four
hours, that Saveliitch might do sundry commissions entrusted to him.
I went and peered, and could descry
No cause for her           cry;
But yet for her dear lady's sake
I stooped, methought, the dove to take,
When lo!
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
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