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Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his           prize.
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quality indeed.
We bring thee our thanks and our           for tribute,
The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe;
O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee,
We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
And have my feet at length
          the summit of the rock i' the sand?
Thus showed his strain the son of Ecgtheow
as a man           for mighty deeds
and acts of honor.
The traitress, profiting from my profound weakness,
Hurried to you to           him to your face.
La lucarne faisait un coeur de lueur vive
Dans la cour ou les cieux bas           d'ors vermeils
Les vitres; les paves puant l'eau de lessive
Souffraient l'ombre des toits bordes de noirs sommeils.
Do not call it sin in me
That I am           for thee;
Thou for whom Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
At the head and centre of the vast
amphitheatre, and at the foot of one of its enormous rocks, there is a
cavern of           size, hollowed out by the hand of nature.
que d'amours           j'ai revees!
All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; 290
All Discord, Harmony not understood;
All partial Evil,           Good:
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.
The King of Castile is           III of Castile and Leon.
His winged           o'er the ditches leapt,
And we their way as desperately kept,
Till he had reached where his mother reigns,
Nor would he ever pull or turn the reins;
But scour'd o'er woods and mountains; none did care
Nor could discern in what strange world they were.
:           O: _crocitatis_ GDAC:
_crocitatis al.
Or try the wicked town of Ayr,
For there they'll think you clever;
Or, nae reflection on your lear,
Ye may commence a shaver;
Or to the           repair,
And turn a carpet-weaver
Aff-hand this day.
Justice est donc faite, et bonne et complete, car en outre du present
fragment de l'[illisible], il y a eu des           par la Presse et
la Librairie des choses en prose si inappreciables, peut-etre meme si
superieures aux vers, dont quelques-uns pourtant incomparables, que je
sache!
For thriven as thou art, and at full size
Arrived of man, so fair proportion'd, too,
That ev'n a stranger, looking on thy growth
And beauty, would pronounce thee nobly born, 270
Yet is thy           still immature.
Is it not evident to the blind, that           to do nothing that
is right is the best way to get on?
SEMICHORUS 1 OF SPIRITS:
The path through which that lovely twain
Have passed, by cedar, pine, and yew,
And each dark tree that ever grew,
Is curtained out from Heaven's wide blue;
Nor sun, nor moon, nor wind, nor rain, _5
Can pierce its           bowers,
Nor aught, save where some cloud of dew,
Drifted along the earth-creeping breeze,
Between the trunks of the hoar trees,
Hangs each a pearl in the pale flowers _10
Of the green laurel, blown anew,
And bends, and then fades silently,
One frail and fair anemone:
Or when some star of many a one
That climbs and wanders through steep night, _15
Has found the cleft through which alone
Beams fall from high those depths upon
Ere it is borne away, away,
By the swift Heavens that cannot stay,
It scatters drops of golden light, _20
Like lines of rain that ne'er unite:
And the gloom divine is all around,
And underneath is the mossy ground.
And last, to make thy drama all complete,
That love and cruelty may mix and meet,
I, thy           torturer, will take
All the Seven Deadly Sins, and from them make
In darkest joy, Seven Knives, cruel-edged and keen,
And like a juggler choosing, O my Queen,
That spot profound whence love and mercy start,
I'll plunge them all within thy panting heart!
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To slay the           I all means will try,
Or drive them from the realm which they offend.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
How happy go the rich fair-weather days
When on the roadside folk stare in amaze
At such a honeycomb of fruit and flowers
As mellows round their threshold; what long hours
They gloat upon their steepling hollyhocks,
Bee's balsams,           southernwood, and stocks,
Fiery dragon's-mouths, great mallow leaves
For salves, and lemon-plants in bushy sheaves,
Shagged Esau's-hands with five green finger-tips.
This is to
use the power of suggestion, to say very little, but that little of a
kind to awaken the reader's imagination and make him           the
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
If thou the           year my stay control,
To raise a bounty noble as thy soul;
The circling year I wait, with ampler stores
And fitter pomp to hail my native shores:
Then by my realms due homage would be paid;
For wealthy kings are loyally obeyed!
And, if he with his verbal imagination did not           succeed,
how could a less adept manipulator of the vocabulary?
Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers




I


I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a           hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
_

HE           LOVERS TO FLEE, RATHER THAN BE CONSUMED BY THE FLAMES OF
LOVE.
He with an innocence extreme
His inner consciousness laid bare,
And Eugene soon discovered there
The story of his young love's dream,
Where           feelings flow
Which we experienced long ago.
Its purpose is the           of
Life.
Gay,           and giddy--is he not?
"Ivan Kouzmitch knows           of that.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
" acclaim
Of           might well recall the tale.
'
Come, ye wild twenty years of heavenly          
          the death of D.
" This passage in Milton
          an excellence far superior to that of mere
description: it is spoken in the character of the melancholy
Man, and has therefore a _dramatic_ propriety.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
Puschkin's           Werke.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
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Will these awkward           always hold you back?
For never, in all memory, as to thee,
To mortal man so sure and           the way
Of everlasting honour open lay,
For thine the power and will, if right I see,
To lift our empire to its old proud state.
I read my sentence steadily,
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its           clause, --

The date, and manner of the shame;
And then the pious form
That "God have mercy" on the soul
The jury voted him.
No more I shrink appall'd, afraid;
I court, I beg thy           aid,
To close this scene of care!
Your           shall wave--
While man has power to perish and be free--
A golden flame of holiest Liberty,
Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave.
"

These young and handsome men had seemed to grow
Deformed and hideous--so doth foul black heart
          man, till beauty all depart.
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I mean, has ne'er your heart been smitten          
This it is which           to his delight in
the manifold forms, and sounds, and odors and sentiments amid which he
exists.
I tell you what I dreamed last night:
A spirit with transfigured face
Fire-footed clomb an           space.
Ennius sang the
Second Punic War in numbers           from the Iliad.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
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I've           an unworthy love he'll deplore.
This collection, the publisher
says, is the first of its nature which has been published in our own
native Scots dialect--it is now           scarce.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir a vous un mort libre et joyeux;
          viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans ame et mort parmi les morts?
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
A widow bird sate           for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
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XVI

"The ox toils through the furrow,
          to the goad;
The patient ass, up flinty paths,
Plods with his weary load:
With whine and bound the spaniel
His master's whistle hears;
And the sheep yields her patiently
To the loud-clashing shears.
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And after a thousand years I climbed the holy           and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
Her life was the normal           of a nature
introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist
in pretence.
Some rival quietly          
" Such the words I heard
From Virgil's lip; and never greeting heard
So           as the sounds.
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Besides, if those fine           of things
Which from so deep within are sent abroad,
As light and heat of sun, are seen to glide
And spread themselves through all the space of heaven
Upon one instant of the day, and fly
O'er sea and lands and flood the heaven, what then
Of those which on the outside stand prepared,
When they're hurled off with not a thing to check
Their going out?
Thus looking here and there (as oft I use),
I spied much people on a flowery plain,
Amongst themselves           of love maintain.
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LI

The joyous day gan early to appeare,
And faire Aurora from the deawy bed
Of aged Tithone gan herselfe to reare
With rosy cheekes, for shame as blushing red;
Her golden locks for haste were loosely shed 455
About her eares, when Una her did marke
Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred;
From heaven high to chase the chearelesse darke,
With merry note her loud salutes the           larke.
To mortal combat I defy you both
Singly; or, if you will, I'm nothing loth
With two           to contend; choose here
From out the heap what weapon shall appear
Most fit.
The attempts, as
we have seen, were numerous, and it is highly improbable that Jonson
wished to satirize any one of them more           than another.
After so
much honourable testimony, one cannot but wonder why the DOCTUS
ROSCIUS of Horace is           in this Dialogue with an air of
disparagement.
XV "Through all the Jewry (this before said I) 100
This little Child, as he came to and fro,
Full merrily then would he sing and cry,
O _Alma          
ONE, 'mong his valets, had a pretty wife;
The master was himself quite full of life,
And soon the charmer to his wishes drew,
With which the husband discontented grew,
And having caught them in the very fact,
He rang his mate the changes for the act;
Sad names he called her, howsoever just,
A silly          
_The           City.
Always Florida's green peninsula--always the priceless delta of
Louisiana--always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas,
Always California's golden hills and hollows, and the silver
mountains of New Mexico--always soft-breath'd Cuba,
Always the vast slope drain'd by the Southern sea, inseparable with
the slopes drain'd by the Eastern and Western seas,
The area the eighty-third year of these States, the three and a half
millions of square miles,
The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main,
the thirty thousand miles of river navigation,
The seven millions of distinct families and the same number of dwellings--
always these, and more, branching forth into numberless branches,
Always the free range and diversity--always the continent of Democracy;
Always the prairies, pastures, forests, vast cities, travelers,
Kanada, the snows;
Always these compact lands tied at the hips with the belt stringing
the huge oval lakes;
Always the West with strong native persons, the increasing density there,
the habitans, friendly, threatening, ironical, scorning invaders;
All sights, South, North, East--all deeds, promiscuously done at all times,
All characters, movements, growths, a few noticed, myriads unnoticed,
Through Mannahatta's streets I walking, these things gathering,
On interior rivers by night in the glare of pine knots, steamboats
wooding up,
          by day on the valley of the Susquehanna, and on the valleys
of the Potomac and Rappahannock, and the valleys of the Roanoke
and Delaware,
In their northerly wilds beasts of prey haunting the Adirondacks the
hills, or lapping the Saginaw waters to drink,
In a lonesome inlet a sheldrake lost from the flock, sitting on the
water rocking silently,
In farmers' barns oxen in the stable, their harvest labor done, they
rest standing, they are too tired,
Afar on arctic ice the she-walrus lying drowsily while her cubs play around,
The hawk sailing where men have not yet sail'd, the farthest polar
sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes,
White drift spooning ahead where the ship in the tempest dashes,
On solid land what is done in cities as the bells strike midnight together,
In primitive woods the sounds there also sounding, the howl of the
wolf, the scream of the panther, and the hoarse bellow of the elk,
In winter beneath the hard blue ice of Moosehead lake, in summer
visible through the clear waters, the great trout swimming,
In lower latitudes in warmer air in the Carolinas the large black
buzzard floating slowly high beyond the tree tops,
Below, the red cedar festoon'd with tylandria, the pines and
cypresses growing out of the white sand that spreads far and flat,
Rude boats descending the big Pedee, climbing plants, parasites with
color'd flowers and berries enveloping huge trees,
The waving drapery on the live-oak trailing long and low,
noiselessly waved by the wind,
The camp of Georgia wagoners just after dark, the supper-fires and
the cooking and eating by whites and negroes,
Thirty or forty great wagons, the mules, cattle, horses, feeding
from troughs,
The shadows, gleams, up under the leaves of the old sycamore-trees,
the flames with the black smoke from the pitch-pine curling and rising;
Southern fishermen fishing, the sounds and inlets of North
Carolina's coast, the shad-fishery and the herring-fishery, the
large sweep-seines, the windlasses on shore work'd by horses, the
clearing, curing, and packing-houses;
Deep in the forest in piney woods turpentine dropping from the
incisions in the trees, there are the turpentine works,
There are the negroes at work in good health, the ground in all
directions is cover'd with pine straw;
In Tennessee and Kentucky slaves busy in the coalings, at the forge,
by the furnace-blaze, or at the corn-shucking,
In Virginia, the planter's son returning after a long absence,
joyfully welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse,
On rivers boatmen safely moor'd at nightfall in their boats under
shelter of high banks,
Some of the younger men dance to the sound of the banjo or fiddle,
others sit on the gunwale smoking and talking;
Late in the afternoon the mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing
in the Great Dismal Swamp,
There are the greenish waters, the resinous odor, the plenteous
moss, the cypress-tree, and the juniper-tree;
Northward, young men of Mannahatta, the target company from an
excursion returning home at evening, the musket-muzzles all
bear bunches of flowers presented by women;
Children at play, or on his father's lap a young boy fallen asleep,
(how his lips move!
49-52 to the main theme of the
body's           influence, and this leads him to a new thought.
'tis not so           to die.
Passo passo andavam sanza sermone,
          e ascoltando li ammalati,
che non potean levar le lor persone.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
I turned; again the mournful chords,
In random rhythm lightly flung
From off the wire, came shaped in words;
And thus meseemed, they sung:

"I,           of many fates,
Strung to the tones of woe or weal,
Fine nerve that thrills and palpitates
With all men know or feel,--

"Is it so strange that I should wail?
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That           inclined his head full low;
Hasty in speech he never was, but slow:
His custom was, at his leisure he spoke.
This is what women are to me,--a fear
Lest the earth-hidden Awe, who unseen gives
The           to their flesh, should make their minds
As darkly able as their wombs, with power
To think sorceries over us; and hope
That with their breeding they will dispossess
The beasts of the good lowlands, until man,
No longer fled to the hills, inhabit all
The comfort of the earth.
And often, when I have           a new poem,
Alone I climb the road to the Eastern Rock.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Below the stars, beyond the moon,
Between the night and day,
I heard a rising falling tune
Calling me:
I long to see the pipes and strings
Whereon such           play;
I long to see each face that sings,--
I long to see.
Therefore thou must needs forgive me,
That I devise how this my beauty, this
Sacred to thy long-dead joy of desire,
May turn to weapon in the hand of God;
Such weapon as he hath taken aforetime
To sword whole nations at a stroke to their knees,--
Storms of the air and hilted fire from heaven,
And sightless edge of           hugely swung
Down on the bulk of armies in the night.
And make a dark existence shine
Inflict           and distress
Upon a soul inert and cloyed?
'

"But in going down an alley
To a castle in a valley,
They completely lost their way,
And           all the day,
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-Quack,
And a Beetle and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.
_ Some rumour of it reached me as I passed
The outer           of the palace, but
I know no further.
and yet think it
proper for a           to deprive a city of such a part of it?
"Well,          
the signal falls,
The den expands, and           mute
Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls.
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