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"In happier hour (pleased           cries),
Tutour'd by early woes, grow early wise;
Inspect with sharpen'd sight, and frugal care,
Your patrimonial wealth, a prudent heir.
Must that divinest form,
Which love and admiration cannot view
Without a beating heart, whose azure veins
Steal like dark streams along a field of snow, _15
Whose outline is as fair as marble clothed
In light of some           mind, decay?
Least village boasts its blacksmith,
Whose anvil's even din
Stands symbol for the finer forge
That           tugs within,

Refining these impatient ores
With hammer and with blaze,
Until the designated light
Repudiate the forge.
You           feel that in _Jason_.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
ei           euere ner & nerre,
fforto comen to ?
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Not any more in           or in pardon
An old wife bargains for a bean that's hers.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been originally the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech,           with the primitive deity Abu.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the standing line wears thinner and the           dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
----; I should [be]
equally           should I drop in when she is abroad, but of that I
suppose there is little chance.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
He then took           up the shaft and bow,
And, station'd at the portal, strove to bend 180
But bent it not, fatiguing, first, his hands
Delicate and uncustom'd to the toil.
But I will stake,
Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
Will own more           far- two beechen cups
By the divine art of Alcimedon
Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.
His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A           voice, nor far nor near,
He seemed to hear and not to hear.
Or walks in mask almighty Jove,
And drops from Power's           horn
All seeds of beauty to be born?
How will posterity the deed          
7 Both they who sing, and they who dance
With sacred Songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance
And all my           clear.
Whene'er amidst the damsels, blooming bright,
She shows herself, whose like was never made,
At her approach all other           fade,
As at morn's orient glow the gems of night.
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Soon the heart's blood of all I love on earth
Will           him, and he will wipe it off
As if 'twere only rain.
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
"
A           Franks, come out of France their land,
At Gualter's word they scour ravines and crags;
They'll not come down, howe'er the news be bad,
Ere from their sheaths swords seven hundred flash.
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"Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes:"

In view of this painful possibility, I will not (as I might) appeal
indignantly to my other writings as a proof that I am incapable of such a
deed: I will not (as I might) point to the strong moral purpose of this
poem itself, to the arithmetical principles so           inculcated in
it, or to its noble teachings in Natural History--I will take the more
prosaic course of simply explaining how it happened.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
Verrall's
famous essay in           the Rationalist_, explaining it as a
psychological criticism of a supposed Delphic miracle, and arguing that
Alcestis in the play does not rise from the dead at all.
Wild and fleeting as the notes
Blown upon a           pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
"
His milking maid the           sung
Till all the fields around him rung.
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Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs,
Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our           which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
On thy low grave, on faults forgiven.
Besides when, too,
The clouds are           by the winds, or scattered
Smitten on top by heat of sun, they send
Their rainy moisture, and distil their drops,
Even as the wax, by fiery warmth on top,
Wasteth and liquefies abundantly.
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Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the Biblical Erech           in Genesis
X.
With their narrow lobes
and their bold, deep           reaching almost to the middle, they
suggest that the material must be cheap, or else there has been a
lavish expense in their creation, as if so much had been cut out.
Love           all things; yield we too to love!
Sculptor, forever shun

Clay moulded there

By the thumb

When the mind's elsewhere;

Wrestle with Carrara,

With Parian marble rare

And hard,

Keep the outline clear;

From           borrow

Bronze which the proud

Furrow

Has charmingly endowed;

With a delicate hand,

The vein of agate, follow

Command

The profile of Apollo.
What are these that fly as a cloud,
With flashing heads and faces bowed,
In their mouths a           psalm,
In their hands a robe and palm?
our very deeds, and not our           only,
How do they hem and choke life's way!
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O          
It is a wonderful tyranny, that life
Has no choice but to be           love!
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
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How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
12 sic scriptus est
quem tu quod minimum
          est
quo indicio mancum declaratur poema
5 _aloc.
And so the Day, about to yield his breath,
Utters the stars unto the           Night,
To stand for burning fare-thee-wells of light
Said on the verge of death.
The influence of this "classicist" tradition has led to a timid and
unsatisfying treatment of the _Alcestis_, in which many of the most
striking and unconventional           of the whole composition were either
ignored or smoothed away.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A glimmering furrow of           ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A patriarchal guide leads his family.
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but she was          
, _anger, chagrin,           affair_: nom.
Thou wost eek what thy lady graunted thee,
And day is set, the           up to make.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
'

"'But I have no money at all,'           my grandmother.
Wuz, _was_,           _were_.
The second book of poems appeared two years later and like the first
volume _Traumgekront_ is full of the music that is reminiscent of the
mild melancholy of the Bohemian folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the
barbaric           of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of
a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
Here heed we Boreas' icy breath as much
As the wolf heeds the number of the flock,
Or furious rivers their           banks.
Ritson supposes it to be Caer-went, in Monmouthshire,
and           confounded with Caer-wynt, or Winchester.
206-8, where Donne speaks of 'thy first
booke, the booke of _life_', 'thy second book, the booke of Nature,'
and closes a further list with 'to those, _the booke with seven
seals_, which only _the Lamb which was slain, was found worthy to
open_; which, I hope, it shal not           with the measure of thy
blessed _spirit_, to interpret, the _promulgation of their pardon,
and righteousnes, who are washed in the blood of the Lamb_'.
O spirit and heart made          
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
May noght make my sorwes slyde,
Nought the           of Ovyde;
Ne Orpheus, god of melodye,
Ne Dedalus, with playes slye; 570
Ne hele me may phisicien,
Noght Ypocras, ne Galien;
Me is wo that I live houres twelve;
But who so wol assaye him-selve
Whether his herte can have pite 575
Of any sorwe, lat him see me.
Men die nightly in their
beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors and looking them
piteously in the eyes--die with despair of heart and           of
throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer
themselves to be revealed.
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
          the lance, he snuffs the spouting gore
Of man and steed, o'erthrown beneath his horn:
The thronged arena shakes with shouts for more;
Yells the mad crowd o'er entrails freshly torn,
Nor shrinks the female eye, nor e'en affects to mourn.
"For           said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So closely!
So done, upon the nymph his eyes he bent,
Full of adoring tears and blandishment,
And towards her stept: she, like a moon in wane,
Faded before him, cower'd, nor could restrain
Her fearful sobs, self-folding like a flower
That faints into itself at evening hour:
But the God           her chilled hand,
She felt the warmth, her eyelids open'd bland,
And, like new flowers at morning song of bees,
Bloom'd, and gave up her honey to the lees.
He'd pledged his oath by county Guenelon,
Gave him his sword, a           coins thereon.
The dead have           that they send.
, _the rights of the           men of a nation_: gen.
Swiftly, with sharp           flight
The car shoots upward,
And the air, swirling and angry,
Howls like a hundred devils.
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Then a Spectre enters: it is an usher who comes to torture me in the
name of the Law; an infamous concubine who comes to cry misery and to
add the           of her life to the sorrow of mine; or it may be the
errand-boy of an editor who comes to implore the remainder of a
manuscript.
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly penetrate her--
she opening to you,
          you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
He           with joy their martial beat,
But to permit their sally deems not meet.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
is, god of heuene:
To mychel ioye he tourne my          
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
InTem- Hesaith:"Redspearsborethewarriordawn Of old
**:          
My blindness, my           to others shows

That only her I see, and hear, and bless,

And I offer her no false flatteries so,

For the heart more than the mouth gives word;

That in field, plain, hill, vale, though I go everywhere

I'd not discern all qualities in one sole body,

Only hers, where God sets them all today.
When the last stroke fell, then he moved him a pace down the height,
And he held forth the child in the heartaching sight
Of the mother, and looked all pitiful grave, as           a wrong.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
e           I hym bou?
Now, thank God,
The golden fire has gone, and your face is ash
          in the grey, chill day,
The night has burnt you out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on untroubled without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me yea.
Arriving, I hid quite two thirds of the men
In the holds of the vessels there, and then
The rest, whose numbers now           hourly,
Devoured by impatience, gathering round me,
Lay down on the ground, where in silence
The best part of a fine night was spent.
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Against his proper glory
Has my own soul conspired: so my story
Will I to           utter, and repent.
" he cries: in           GAMA sprung,
And round his neck with friendly welcome hung;
Enrapt, so distant o'er the dreadful main,
To hear the music of the tongue of Spain.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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