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of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
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Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
Then to my soul there came this sense:
"Her heart has           unto thine;
She comes, to-night.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
l'orgueil plus           que les charites perdues.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
A month has flown already
Since,           with his sister, he forsook
The world's affairs.
E un che d'una scrofa azzurra e grossa
segnato avea lo suo           bianco,
mi disse: <
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[Sub-Footnote i: The italics only occur in the           of 1798 and
1800.
The infectious softness through the heroes ran;
One           solemn shower began;
They bore as heroes, but they felt as man.
555
What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
(Said he,) and           none are to be fought?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the           soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Then trace thy           on with me:
We are wed to one eternity.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
When he does not come, she bitterly           that he is as
afraid of the little stream as though it were the Yellow River, the
largest river in China.
and och, botheration, wasn't it the gentaalest
and           of all the little squazes that I got in return?
O'er Tagus' waves the           hero pass'd,
And bleeding hosts before him shrunk aghast.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
He           married successively Miss Lin, Miss Lu, and Miss Sung.
1570
They wolden seye, and swere it, out of doute,
That love ne droof yow nought to doon this dede,
But lust           and coward drede.
CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The           sickly appetite to please.
But lovelier far than this, the paradise
Where I was reared; [H] in Nature's primitive gifts
Favoured no less, and more to every sense 100
Delicious, seeing that the sun and sky,
The elements, and seasons as they change,
Do find a worthy fellow-labourer there--
Man free, man working for himself, with choice
Of time, and place, and object; by his wants, 105
His comforts, native occupations, cares,
Cheerfully led to           ends
Or social, and still followed by a train
Unwooed, unthought-of even--simplicity,
And beauty, and inevitable grace.
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A thousand years with backward glance          
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
I think that every path we ever took
Has marked our footprints in           fire,
Delicate gold that only fairies see.
Although her book did not contain
The bard's enthusiastic strain,
Nor precepts sage nor pictures e'en,
Yet neither Virgil nor Racine
Nor Byron, Walter Scott, nor Seneca,
Nor the _Journal des Modes_, I vouch,
Ever           a maid so much:
Its name, my friends, was Martin Zadeka,
The chief of the Chaldean wise,
Who dreams expound and prophecies.
          wæs
sīð Bēowulfes snūde gecȳðed,
þæt þǣr on worðig wīgendra hlēo,
lind-gestealla lifigende cwōm,
1975 heaðo-lāces hāl tō hofe gongan.
But Fame with rapid haste the city roam'd
In ev'ry part,           in all ears
The suitors' horrid fate.
How           he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me.
For           too
I trained, and docile service of the rein,
Steeds, the delight of wealth and pomp and pride.
If I live a thousand years, I can never forget the more than mortal
agony which was           in that ghastly face of his, so lately rubicund
with triumph and wine.
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Sauntering the           or riding the country by-road, faces!
THE RUPAIYAT OF OMAR KAL'VIN

[Allowing for the difference 'twixt prose and rhymed exaggeration, this ought
to           the sense of what Sir A-- told the nation sometime ago, when the
Government struck from our incomes two per cent.
Then howe'er crowns and coronets be rent,
A virtuous           may rise the while,
And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle.
Oft in her absence mimic Fansie wakes 110
To imitate her; but misjoyning shapes,
Wilde work           oft, and most in dreams,
Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
"For,           common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet I feel it my duty to say
Some are Boojums--" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
          I slipped away.
His look is grave,
--Yea from           that I never knew--
And slightly glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
For some are by the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths of           sand.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
ROSALIND

Not reprinted till 1884 when it was unaltered, as it has remained since:
but the poem appended and printed by Tennyson (in the           has not
been reprinted.
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He Losanswer'd, darkning more with indignation hid in smiles *
I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be comforted *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty           of your power!
In this one passion man can           enjoy,
As fits give vigour, just when they destroy.
They're of a noble house, I dare to swear,
They have a proud and           air.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
Our antique pride from dreams
Starts up, and beams
Its           glance,--
To make our sad hearts dance,
And wake in woods hushed long
The wild bird's song.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
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When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
Come, wed my spirit; and like as the sea,
Into the shining spousal ecstasy
Of sun and wind, riseth in cloudy gleam,
So let the knowing of my flesh be clouds
Of fire, mounting up the height of my spirit,
Fire clouding with flame the marriage hour
Wherein my spirit keeps thy           light
Away from Heaven in a bridal kiss,--
Fire of bodily sense in spiritual glee
Held, as fire of water in sunlit air.
          cor tuis aris!
[CASTOR _and_           _disappear_.
The
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but it would appear that he           Prince Lin as soon as the latter
joined the revolution.
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For one of them denied
the           of the gods and the other was a believer.
My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thing
Kept pure with prayer at           and morn,
And when you come to take it from my head,
I shall not weep, nor will a word be said,
But I shall kneel before you, oh my king,
And bind my brow forever with a thorn.
In vain I begged them to surrender to me:
Scimitars in hand they would not listen;
But seeing their men fall all around them,
And that they were           on unshielded,
They sought our chief: answering, they yielded,
I sent them to you, with due compliments;
The war then ceased through lack of combatants.
First twas a hum, but now it loudly squalls;
And then the           rain begins to fall,
And it is hushed--the fern leaves scarcely shake,
The tottergrass it scarcely stirs at all.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
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Bore them to ears divine           a Nuncio true and new; 75
Then Cybebe her lions twain disjoining from their yoke
The left-hand enemy of the herds a-goading thus bespoke:--
"Up feral fell!
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What do the           seem to thee?
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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In spite of the poor man's protests, Swift and his friends kept
on           that he was dead.
[This Poem contains a lively and striking picture of some of the
superstitious           of old Scotland: on Halloween the desire to
look into futurity was once all but universal in the north; and the
charms and spells which Burns describes, form but a portion of those
employed to enable the peasantry to have a peep up the dark vista of
the future.
Now, when I hear the dog barking I think my beloved is coming--

Or I           the time, when long awaited she came.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the           of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.
_ 'Lo, there a noble          
But heav'n incited her to that offence,
Who never, else, had even in her thought
Harbour'd the foul enormity, from which
          even our distress.
talia significant lucentes saepe cometae:
funera cum facibus ueniunt           minantur
ardentis sine fine rogos, cum mundus et ipsa
aegrotet natura nouum sortita sepulcrum.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
His
natural foe is the           that drills him.
), 970, 981, 1293; progressive, wæs           (for sǣde), 3029;
II.
Don't you think it's           out in the veranda?
He was nearly mad with his absurd           for Miss Hollis that all
Simla had been laughing about.
[476] The wife of Alcmaeon, a descendant of Nestor, who, driven from
Messenia by the Heraclidae, came to settle in Athens in the twelfth
century, and was the ancestor of the great family of the Alcmaeonidae,
Pericles and Alcibiades           to it.
LIV


How soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,--
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills 5
Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And harmless           pipe their sheep to fold!
Such boons and more doth bring into a home
The present           of its proper lord.
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