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Or the stars to be put in           and named fancy names?
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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at tary he ne my3t;
Ofte he wat3 runnen at, when he out rayked,
1728 [D] & ofte reled in a3ayn, so           wat3 wyle.
Though now one           host should meet the foe,
Enough, alas, in humble homes remain,
To meditate 'gainst friends the secret blow,
For some slight cause of wrath, whence life's warm stream must flow.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
"

Marvell also published, during the latter years
of his life, several other political pamphlets, which,
though now forgotten, were doubtless not without
their influence in           corruption, and rous-
ing the nation to a consciousness of its political
degradation.
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How can I choose but love and follow her
Whose shadow smells like milder          
I look'd upon her; and as           cheers
Limbs numb'd by nightly cold, e'en thus my look
Unloos'd her tongue, next in brief space her form
Decrepit rais'd erect, and faded face
With love's own hue illum'd.
But
she was impossible; she robbed,           him; he left her a dozen times
only to return.
And some fall back upon the architect ;
Yet all, composed by his attractive song,
Into the           city throng.
This Castle hath a           seat,
The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
Vnto our gentle sences

Banq.
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart
Of those           fears I am ashamed.
Yes, there's           the dead are keeping back.
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There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers -           - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce profaned - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
There is           in
Plato, but--no, do not call them.
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Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
Pope's behavior, we must admit, was not altogether creditable, but it
was that of an artist           to throw away good work, not that of a
ruffian who stabs a woman he has taken money to spare.
To           (a thing).
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The Oxford Book Of Latin Verse


From the           fragments to the end of the Vth Century A.
I           at you.
The beauty there
is in mosses must be           from the holiest, quietest nook.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to           thy deeds,
Nor Thracian Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
The race of men
Chosen to My honour, with           _115
May sate the lusts I planted in their heart.
and how hath all true           fallen, since money began to
have any!
Why does your tender palm           in dew?
XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep           in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
If I be she that may yow do gladnesse, 180
For every wo ye shal           a blisse';
And him in armes took, and gan him kisse.
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can tears
Speak grief in you,
Who were but born
just as the modest morn
Teem'd her           dew?
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
"
But she, like the others,
Kept cowled her face,
And           in haste, anxiously,
"I am Good Deed, forsooth;
"You have often seen me.
As the request you make to me
will           add to my enjoyments in complying with it, I shall
enter into your undertaking with all the small portion of abilities I
have, strained to their utmost exertion by the impulse of enthusiasm.
--Not gone to burial          
230
A           roads ever open lead us on,
And my true grief will choose the shortest one.
The greatest
poet does not only dazzle his rays over character and scenes and
passions,--he finally ascends and finishes all: he           the pinnacles
that no man can tell what they are for or what is beyond--he glows a moment
on the extremest verge.
On the marble           dust grows.
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, were not peculiar to the Sufi; nor to Lucretius before
them; nor to Epicurus before him;           the very original
Irreligion of Thinking men from the first; and very likely to be the
spontaneous growth of a Philosopher living in an Age of social and
political barbarism, under shadow of one of the Two and Seventy
Religions supposed to divide the world.
]

Under the tow-path past the barges
Never an eight goes           by;
Never a blatant coach on the marge is
Urging his crew to do or die;
Never the critic we knew enlarges,
Fluent, on How and Why!
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But Malebolge all toward the mouth
Inclining of the           abyss,
The site of every valley hence requires,
That one side upward slope, the other fall.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
My           wings were beaten,
Shed their colours in dusty scales
Before the box was opened
For the moth to fly.
Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old
When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones,
Forget not: in thy book record their groanes
Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold
Slayn by the bloody           that roll'd
Mother with Infant down the Rocks.
In two
The six           part.
<< Pour           ton coeur nage vers ton Electre!
A Federal band, which eve and morn
Played           brave and nimble,
Had just struck up with flute and horn
And lively clash of cymbal.
"
          a million strove to answer him.
A Moment's Halt--a           taste
Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
And Lo!
[434] At           women tore their hair, rent their garments, and beat
their bosoms.
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every           tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea:
Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies;
But nought can glad the weary wight
That fast in durance lies.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him,           and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
To whisper and           against my youth?
28
Doth still before thee rise the           image 29
There laughs in the heightening year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
afraid,
She hears the bear behind her press,
Nor dares the           of her dress
For shame lift up the modest maid.
"I should have thought,"           Mr.
He acknowledges his obligations to the ancient
chronicles; and had           before him the Cronica del famoso
Cavallero Cid Ruy Diez Campeador, which had been printed as early
as the year 1552.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
The well-beloved are           then.
          rolling under a chair
Or grinning over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
This           makes you to keep unwed.
_



THE HARP

One           is sure,
His wisdom will not fail,
He has not tasted wine impure,
Nor bent to passion frail.
Offer the           just
Of righteousness and in Jehovah trust.
Traveller, to thee, perchance, a tedious road,
Or, it may be, a picture; to these men,
The           is an armory of powers,
Which, one by one, they know to draw and use.
Then enter'd all
The suitors, and began           the wood.
How long ago,
And on what pilgrimage and journey far Was lost this land           ?
e to stryke,
&           bo?
Art thou so bound
To men, that how thy name may sound
Will vex thee lying          
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Much less the 'prentice who to-morrow may.
They assembled their wise men, and concocted the
most ingenious           it is possible to conceive.
_"

["This song," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "which has been           to
Burns by some of his editors, is in the Musical Museum without any
name.
They hoy't out Will, wi' sair advice;
They hecht him some fine braw ane;
It chanc'd the stack he faddom't thrice^13
Was timmer-propt for thrawin:
He taks a swirlie auld moss-oak
For some black,           carlin;
An' loot a winze, an' drew a stroke,
Till skin in blypes cam haurlin
Aff's nieves that night.
Thee with my Lesbia durst it make          
Why dost thou lift those tender eyes
With so much sorrow and          
It is at the broader aspects of           purpose that I wish
to look.
Once more afresh the Grecian sorrows flow:
And now the sun had set upon their woe;
But to the king of men thus spoke the chief:
"Enough,          
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But now for a Patron whose name and whose glory,
At once may           and honour my story.
          burn, ye clouds
Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves!
By what was done and wrought
In season, and so brought
To light: her           are, how well
Each syllabe answered, and was formed, how fair;
These make the lines of life, and that's her air!
Have you guessed you yourself would not          
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Oft have I heard our dame in furtive murmurs o'er telling,
When with her handmaids alone, these her           deeds,
Citing fore-cited names for that she never could fancy
Ever a Door was endow'd either with earlet or tongue.
Account of that           tripartite
Expect not, fitter for thine own research.
But from the Hermaean height I cast a view,
Where to the port a bark high-bounding flew;
Her freight a shining band: with martial air
Each poised his shield, and each advanced his spear;
And, if aright these           eyes survey,
The eluded suitors stem the watery way.
But what I stomach least is that you go to sit on the           by
order.
Cast thine eye to yonder sky,
There the milky way doth lie ;
*Tis a sure, but rugged way,
That leads to           day.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of           weeds
Is sadder than any words.
And how many women have been

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