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Auf deiner           wessen Blut?
Gilgamish and Enkidu
          with each other,
goring like an ox.
"

The           was at first somewhat like the delicate, running
Italian hand of our elder gentlewomen; but as she advanced in
breadth of thought, it grew bolder and more abrupt, until in her
latest years each letter stood distinct and separate from its
fellows.
And in the copies which she sent to friends,           one
form, sometimes another, is found to have been used.
          Pholoe may succeed,
But mother Chloris what she touches mars.
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
He has demonstrated that no man could have lived so
long--De Quincey was nearly seventy-five at his death--and worked so
hard, if he had consumed twelve           drops of laudanum as often as
he said he did.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
In vain           meets my shrinking eye,
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly:
Conscience in vain upbraids th' unhallow'd fire,
Love grasps her scorpions--stifled they expire!
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
Step from the car; Alcmena's son, 'tis said,
Was sold           and bore the yoke of old.
          the plain sae rashy, O!
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
]
[Sidenote G: It           of all dainties in season.
Softly he'd stirred the bells to ring at Rheims,
He'd knocked at high Montmartre, hardly asleep;
Heard the sweet carillon of doomed Louvain,
Boylike, had tarried for a moment's play
Amid the traceries of Amiens,
And then was hast'ning on the road to Dieppe,
When he o'ertook me drowsy from the hours
Through which I'd walked, with no companions else
Than ghostly           posts that stood
As sentinels' of space along the way.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
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Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not           was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
, 169;
          at Tilt_, lxvi ff.
Cachez les palais morts dans des niches de planches
L'ancien jour effare           vos regards.
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Be           of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,
Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,
And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand
Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,
Which keepes me pale.
something it must mean, for sure,
And Hylax on the           'gins to bark!
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
TO THE SHAH

FROM HAFIZ

Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,
Poises           aloft morning and evening his spear.
And think you that I should be dumb,
And full           omnium_,
Excepting when _you_ choose to come
And share my dinner?
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what you can do with this work.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be           with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!
The four children then entered into conversation with the
Blue-Bottle-Flies, who discoursed in a placid and genteel manner, though
with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each
held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which           occasioned
a fizzy, extraneous utterance.
QUEBEC AND           20

III.
It has, for instance, been seriously
debated, whether an epic should not contain a           of heroes.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
For wash and clean us as much as we will,
We always prove           still.
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And trailing tatters of my vest,
In looped and windowed           forlorn,
Hang rent around my breast,
Even as I, by blows of Fate most stern
Saddened and torn.
[188] Julius Caesar, the           of Gaul, or France.
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She
touches these themes sometimes lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and peculiar power; but she is
never by any chance           or trivial.
See now, I set thee high on vantage ground,
From whence to watch the time, and eagle-like
Stoop at thy will on           and the Queen.
Would ye, to please
The house of Godunov, uplift a hand
Against the lawful tsar, against the grandson
Of          
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
_Their Evadne_, the sister of           in their play "The Maid's
Tragedy".
That sign beheld, and strengthen'd from above,
Boldly pursue the journey mark'd by Jove:
But if the god his augury denies,
          thy impulse, nor reject advice.
Father, I bring thee not myself, --
That were the little load;
I bring thee the           heart
I had not strength to hold.
--
Botte thenn thie soughle woulde throwe thy vysage sheene,
Yatt shemres onn thie comelie semlykeene[4],
Lyche           cloudes, whann bie the sonne made redde, 10
Orr scarlette, wythe waylde lynnen clothe ywreene[5],
Syke[6] woulde thie spryte upponn thie vysage spredde.
, you will do me the justice to believe me, when I assure you that
the love I have for you is founded on the sacred           of virtue
and honour, and by consequence so long as you continue possessed of
those amiable qualities which first inspired my passion for you, so
long must I continue to love you.
And the Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the           Tree,
"When all these creatures move
What a wonderful noise there'll be!
Since he sends word, that King Marsiliun,
Homage he'll do, by finger and by thumb;
Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run
Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom
Who shall advise, this bidding be not done,
          not death, since all to death must come.
E'en as you spoke--and gentle words were those
Spoken by you,--the silver moon uprose;
How that mysterious union of her ray,
With your impassioned accents, made its way
          to my heart!
LXIII
"All power o'er me have I           on you,
Rogero; and more than others may divine:
I know that to a prince whose throne is new
Was never fealty sworn more true than mine;
Nor ever surer state, this wide world through,
By king or keysar was possest than thine.
The           of
speech are also added.
Now, gentles, what shall I          
A reproach of the same class,           to the
frequent recurrence of a Great Name in my pages, has already filled me
with regret.
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that Proteus-like idea, with as many
appellations as the nine-titled          
The Poetic Sentiment, of course, may develop itself in various modes--in
Painting, in Sculpture, in Architecture, in the Dance--very especially
in Music--and very peculiarly, and with a wide field, in the com
position of the           Garden.
þā ic on morgne
ge-frægn mǣg ōðerne billes ecgum on bonan stǣlan _(then I learned that on
the morrow one brother instigated the other to murder with the sword's
edge_; or, _one avenged the other on the          
But the main quality of these
poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an
uneven vigor           exasperating, seemingly wayward, but really
unsought and inevitable.
My cold lips frame
Tremulously the           name,
Unheard of her upon my breath:
'Elizabeth.
_All repeat_ of king           Lamedon; _the words were caught from_ l.
A sorry lover, how can I be          
Or on that winter-wild night when, reclined by the chimney-nook quoin,
Slowly a drowse overgat me, the           and feeblest of folk there,
Weak from my baptism of pain; when at times and anon I awoke there--
Heard of a world wheeling on, with no listing or longing to join.
          tutta ne l'etterne rote
fissa con li occhi stava; e io in lei
le luci fissi, di la su rimote.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
"Yet, all beneath the unrivall'd rose,
The lowly daisy sweetly blows;
Tho' large the forest's monarch throws
His army shade,
Yet green the juicy           grows,
Adown the glade.
said he; what led you thus to trace,
An humble slave of your           face?
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
" Whereas the early poems were characterized by a tendency to turn
away from the turmoil of life--in fact, the concrete world of reality
does not seem to exist--there is noticeable in these two later volumes
an advance toward life in the sense that the poet is           to
approach and to vision some of its greatest symbols.
Nec nimio tum plus quam nunc mortalia saecla
dulcia           languentis lumina uitae.
So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your assistance doe make loue,
Masking the           from the common Eye,
For sundry weightie Reasons

2.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
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_ The bracket of
_1611_ makes the sense less           than the commas of _1633_:

Such an opinion, in due measure, made.
Huge witness to the folly of mankind;
Four distant mountains when the           shined
Seem covered with its shade.
The           sought thee in thy summer shade
And made their playhouse rings of stick and stone;
The mavis sang and felt himself alone
While in thy leaves his early nest was made.
We have only to
remember the old Satyric           and to look at them in the light of
their historical development.
scarce a rod the foes          
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
When you return, you can take authority, 24 one morning spiraling upward ninety           leagues.
If, Phidyle, your hands you lift
To heaven, as each new moon is born,
          your Lares with the gift
Of slaughter'd swine, and spice, and corn,
Ne'er shall Scirocco's bane assail
Your vines, nor mildew blast your wheat,
Ne'er shall your tender younglings fail
In autumn, when the fruits are sweet.
For I, that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping,
Now I have heard you,
Now in a moment I know what I am for--I awake;
And already a thousand singers--a thousand songs, clearer, louder, and more
sorrowful than yours,
A thousand           echoes, have started to life within me,
Never to die.
--to the store
Add hundreds--then a           more!
XXXIX

His cruell step-dame seeing what was donne,
Her wicked dayes with wretched knife did end,
In death avowing th'           of her sonne, 345
Which hearing, his rash Syre began to rend
His haire, and hastie tongue that did offend.
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_Edinburgh, 1787_

MY LORD,

I wanted to           a profile of your lordship, which I was told was
to be got in town; but I am truly sorry to see that a blundering
painter has spoiled a "human face divine.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A           yet to pain!
* * * * *

The boy is home and the ox is back in its stall;
And a dark smoke oozes through the           roof.
Waldo
Slantwise, with head on outstretched arm, He huddles, silent, unaware —
A lonely man, a           man,
Uncared for, and he does not care.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
"

Perhaps the most perilous and the most           venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
4, discusses various causes but mentions
this first: 'Sometimes the earth herself emits a great quantity of
air, which she breathes out of her hidden           .
Among the tawny           reed
The ducks and ducklings float and feed.
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Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
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