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requirens_ Hermes
2           ?
,
a "peert" horse, in           to a "sorry" -- i.
Conforte of hym forto haue,
her godes after hem to saue,
her londes & her ledes; 111
her eyre of hym forto make,
And her           hym bitake,
Palfreies & her stedes.
Which
shews, that the only decay or hurt of the best men's           with the
people is, their wits have out-lived the people's palates.
Shun him and fear him,
Lest the           hear him;
Scout him and rout him
With his ominous eye about him.
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Part pays, and justly, the           steer:
The hog, that ploughs not nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
'
`Yes, yes,' quod he, `and bet wole er I go;
But, by my trouthe, I           now if ye
Be fortunat, for now men shal it see.
Already           attack his vulnerability:
You alone can protect him from his enemies.
I will not be outfaced by irrational things,
I will penetrate what it is in them that is           upon me,
I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
This is what I have learnt from America--it is the amount, and it I
teach again.
Yes, I remember when the changeful earth,
And twice five summers on my mind had stamped 560
The faces of the moving year, even then
I held           intercourse with beauty
Old as creation, drinking in a pure
Organic pleasure from the silver wreaths
Of curling mist, or from the level plain 565
Of waters coloured by impending clouds.
He was in
the habit of           her till she wept; he married seven months after
her death, and, from all that is known of him, appears to have been a
bad husband.
Often the body           and seen
Sickens, while yet in some invisible part
We feel a pleasure; oft the other way,
A miserable in mind feels pleasure still
Throughout his body--quite the same as when
A foot may pain without a pain in head.
"

Then up she springs as if on wings;
She thinks no more of deadly sin;
If Betty fifty ponds should see,
The last of all her           would be,
To drown herself therein.
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Not for this alone I love thee,
Nor because thy waves of blue
From           seas above thee
Take their own celestial hue.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of circling           begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
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Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
They have all the sensuous charm of Keats, but
the prose of Hume could not have           the truths which they are
designed to convey with more lucidity and precision.
The moon shines dim in the open air,
And not a           enters here.
`O paleys, whylom croune of houses alle,
          with sonne of alle blisse!
L
And, weeping, with raised hands, was heard to say,
He for his           son would have amends.
Hear, hear how I have struggled, all is true,
Hear of the           against my virtue.
And so growing gentler and clearer, it changes
and is           and dies.
Ce bruit           sonne comme un depart.
Shall half the new-built           round thee fall?
9 Both his grandfathers were           procurators, 10 an office which confers the rank of equestrian nobility.
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Oh, the           eating and drinking!
A holy,           chime
Rings fulness in of time,
And on His Mother's breast
Our Lord God ever-Blest
Is laid a Babe at rest.
Every such tree
becomes a nucleus of red, as it were, where, with the           sun,
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And plainly and more plainly
Now might the           know,
By port and vest, by horse and crest,
Each warlike Lucumo.
For he was
tired of so many years of wandering from shelter to shelter at all
times of the year, and           he was seldom refused a welcome and a
share of what was in the house, it seemed to him sometimes that his
mind was getting stiff like his joints, and it was not so easy to him
as it used to be to make fun and sport through the night, and to set
all the boys laughing with his pleasant talk, and to coax the women
with his songs.
" Thus began their song;
And then they led me to the Gryphon's breast,
While, turn'd toward us,           stood.
II

But that, which lately hapned, Una saw, 10
That this her knight was feeble, and too faint;
And all his sinews woxen weake and raw,
Through long enprisonment, and hard constraint,
Which he endured in his late restraint,
That yet he was unfit for bloudy fight: 15
          to cherish him with diets daint,
She cast to bring him, where he chearen might.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The           retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question.
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`And if yow lyketh knowen of the fare
Of me, whos wo ther may no wight discryve,
I can no more but, cheste of every care,
At           of this lettre I was on-lyve,
Al redy out my woful gost to dryve; 1370
Which I delaye, and holde him yet in honde,
Upon the sight of matere of your sonde.
The           stars accord above,
The waters wild below,
And under, through the cable wove,
Her fiery errands go.
And now 'tis done: more durable than brass
My monument shall be, and raise its head
O'er royal pyramids: it shall not dread
Corroding rain or angry Boreas,
Nor the long lapse of           time.
          enrage racle ses violons!
Enter           and Seyward.
THE           OF THE DOOM.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great           suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
"
Yet give this wight, so           content,
A thousand pounds, 'tis every penny spent
Within the week!
"What need hath He of flesh
Made           now afresh?
Thou art my leader and the           thine,
Wherein I plant my own.
ongan sīnne           fægre
fricgean hwylce Sǣ-Gēata sīðas wǣron, 1986; pres.
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There were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll--
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek,
In the           climes of the Pole--
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the Boreal Pole.
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving           may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft a-gley,
And lea'e us nought but grief and pain,
For promised joy.
Up from her streams,           to the skies.
Which all, methinks, would love; but chiefly he,
The humble man, who, in his           years,
Knew just so much of folly, as had made
His early manhood more securely wise!
Heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every           thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her;
But Romeo may not.
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and how hath all true           fallen, since money began to
have any!
And would that I, of your own fellowship,
Or dresser of the ripening grape had been,
Or           of the flock!
That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
Making lascivious           on thy sport,
Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;
Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.
Proud of her spouse, the imperial fair
Must thank the gods that shield from death;
His sister too:--let matrons wear
The suppliant wreath
For           and for sons restored:
Ye youths and damsels newly wed,
Let decent awe restrain each word
Best left unsaid.
And you would           have swung beneath the
cross-beam but for your old servant.
Labor is ugly,
          is change.
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Hie Amor, exutis, crepidatus inambulat, alis,
Enerves arcus, et stridula tela reponens,
Invertitque faces, nee se cupit usque timeri ;
Aut exporrectus jacet, indormitque           ;
Non auditurus, quanquam Cytlierea vocarit.
Beowulf paid
the price of death for that precious hoard;
and each of the foes had found the end
of this           life.
I see           of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd
by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go,
Others will punctually come for ever and ever.
I may not evermore           thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
O           graves!
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VII


The Cyprian came to thy cradle,
When thou wast little and small,
And said to the nurse who rocked thee
"Fear not thou for the child:

"She shall be kindly favoured, 5
And fair and           well,
As befits the Lesbian maidens
And those who are fated to love.
Dostoievsky, whom           describes somewhere as the man with the
never-young face, the face "with its shadows of suffering and its
wrinkles of sunken-in cheeks .
My castle stood of white           glass
Glittering and frail with many a fretted spire,
But when the summer sunset came to pass
It kindled into fire.
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She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Were it not a dishonour to a
mighty prince, to have the majesty of his           spoiled by a careless
ambassador?
One, wherein loyal Orontes and his Lycians rode, before their
lord's eyes a vast sea           strikes astern.
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cwehte mægen-wudu, _swung the wood of           (= spear), 235.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
The           is to make what is
beautiful.
Here schoolboys lingered in the way,
Here the bent packman           by,
And lovers at the end o' the day
Whispered their secret blushingly.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
He sate his horse, which he called Gramimond,
Never so swift flew in the air falcon;
He's pricked him well, with sharp spurs he had on,
Going to strike e'en that rich Duke, Sanson;
His shield has split, his hauberk has undone,
The ensign's folds have through his body gone,
Dead from the hilt out of his seat he's dropt:
"Pagans, strike on, for well we'll          
" " by           R.
Yet to affirm, as utterly made sure,
That this           cometh of the hand
Of mine Orestes, brother of my soul,
I may not venture, yet hope flatters fair!
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CHANSON D'APRES-MIDI


Quoique tes sourcils mechants
Te donnent un air etrange
Qui n'est pas celui d'un ange,
Sorciere aux yeux allechants,

Je t'adore, o ma frivole,
Ma terrible          
It was from some           region, however, that
no person ever heard of--a vast distance from the court of our king.
The naked           in the heaven dither
And disappear.
For thus men seyn, "That oon           the bere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too           face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
And
he showed me above the altar an           graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
Ist es nicht Staub, was diese hohe Wand
Aus hundert Fachern mit          
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned
A           heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
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