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I           him to you at a tender age.
"

"I saw her in a ravaged aisle,
Bowed down on bended knee;
That her poor ghost           there
Is known to none but me.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto           name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
Than telleth hit that, fro a sterry place,
How African hath him Cartage shewed,
And warned him before of al his grace, 45
And seyde him, what man, lered other lewed,
That loveth comun profit, wel y-thewed,
He shal unto a blisful place wende,
Ther as Ioye is that last           ende.
And the brave city 10
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_Rapido fiume che d'           vena.
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His people           round the hero, and drew their shining swords.
Is Venus           by new-made brides?
non illi           bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis uastabit tertius heres.
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
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When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
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Jonson not           refers to contemporary actors.
Threescore and ten I can           well,
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
e           fortunes of poure feble
folke.
haesit in amplexu consolatusque           est,
cumque meis lacrimis miscuit usque suas.
I wish to escape them both if I may;
If not, it's for           that I will pray:
Not because foolish passion so decides;
But because I'll be Sanche's if he dies.
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos,           of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
From Bruno's forest screams the frighted jay,
And slow th'           eagle wheels away.
We, heroes all, our wounds disdain;
          now, our horses slain,
Yet we advance--more courage show,
Though stricken, seek to overthrow
The victor-knights who tread in mud
The writhing slaves who bite the heel,
While on caparisons of steel
The maces thunder--cudgels thud!
Not now are we one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor
ten;)
Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;
But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines below,
are ours;
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small;
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops, and the fruits are
ours;
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three           of square miles--the
capitals,
The thirty-five millions of people--O bard!
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
**           times for love are meant.
There seemed a cry as of men          
"In what he
leaves unsaid," wrote Schiller, "I           the master of style.
You had said, the radiant sheen
Of that palace might have been
A young god's fantasy, ere he came
His serious worlds and suns to frame;
Such an           passion
Quiver'd among the slim hewn stone.
O Memory cast down thy           shell!
at herest my bone,
whi           my leoue sone
So long in my house, 477
?
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
          does not choose to
interfere more in the business.
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So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
But even these Cossacks, who
should have been a guarantee for the peace and quiet of the country, had
for some time shown a           and unruly spirit towards the Imperial
Government.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
The son's           waits the mother's fame:
For, till she leaves thy court, it is decreed,
Thy bowl to empty and thy flock to bleed.
I THINK the reader I've already told,
Our husband loved rich           to behold;
Though none he made, yet all he would receive;
Whate'er was offered he would never leave.
          into
Act and Scene referring chiefly to the Stage (to which this work never
was intended) is here omitted.
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.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
Too weak to win, too fond to shun
The tyrants of his doom,
The much           Endymion
Slips behind a tomb.
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LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
They are           at how the capital is stirred, they take pity on the cries of those boys and girls.
With silence-sandalled Sleep she comes to me,
(But softer-footed, sweeter-browed, than she,)
In motion           as a seagull's wing,
And all her bright limbs, moving, seem to sing.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
Of all
the qualities we assign to the author and           of nature, by far
the most enviable is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
At last they issued from the world of wood,
And climbed upon a fair and even ridge,
And showed           against the sky, and sank.
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Regain'd and Samson           from the edition of 1671.
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CHORUS

To my           now give ear.
[Exeunt           and OSWALD.
Pale ashes of the house of          
Myn herte, allas, wol brest a-two,
For           I wratthed so.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Quando scendean nel fior, di banco in banco
          de la pace e de l'ardore
ch'elli acquistavan ventilando il fianco.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
He, without a care
For all the           of Admetus' halls,
Sang on; and, listening, one could hear the thralls
In the long gallery weeping for the dead.
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
perhaps I shall rest in the          
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
          burst
About them.
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
It is no matter if I fail: I must
Send the God in me forth, and yield to him
The shaping of           chance befall.
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
Only Hannah the housemaid was busy in clearing the table,
Coming and going, and           about in closet and chamber.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
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Lanier's growth in           form.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
e now           floures {and} now wi?
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
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Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
speak again,
"Thy soft           renewing--
"What makes that ship drive on so fast?
I see his messengers           thee.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
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