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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.
Besides, he was a husband, which is worse
With these each sin           a double curse.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in existence on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him,           by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
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What if he also strive
To out-sing          
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"I ceased, when affable the goddess cried:
'Observe, and in the truths I speak confide;
The oracular seer frequents the Pharian coast,
From whose high bed my birth divine I boast;
Proteus, a name tremendous o'er the main,
The           of Neptune's watery reign.
This           monster won't escape: believe me.
For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or calculinge           nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
Why wiltow me fro Ioye thus          
          e 'l Tegghiaio, che fuor si degni,
Iacopo Rusticucci, Arrigo e 'l Mosca
e li altri ch'a ben far puoser li 'ngegni,

dimmi ove sono e fa ch'io li conosca;
che gran disio mi stringe di savere
se 'l ciel li addolcia o lo 'nferno li attosca>>.
Is your cause against us          
my pack is now unslung--
To classicism I've homage paid,
Though late, have a           made.
His son rode fast as he got off
That day on the enemy's hook,
When _I_ had an           shot off.
Fine poetry, like other arts called fine,
springs from "strange places," as the flower in the fable said, when
it bloomed on the dunghill; nor is Burns more to be blamed than was
Raphael, who painted Madonnas, and Magdalens with dishevelled hair and
lifted eyes, from a loose lady, whom the pope, "Holy at Rome--here
Antichrist," charitably           to the artist, while he laboured in
the cause of the church.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
A narrow wind           all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the           bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of           shall read.
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The Scylding queen spoke:
"Quaff of this cup, my king and lord,
breaker of rings, and blithe be thou,
gold-friend of men; to the Geats here speak
such words of           as man should use.
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Ah,           mortal!
Even meat does not _taste_ tough: and it is not of meat
that Donne is           but of wine.
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XXXVI

But they him layd full low in dungeon deepe,
And bound him hand and foote with yron chains
And with           watch did warely keepe:
Who then would thinke, that by his subtile trains
He could escape fowle death or deadly paines?
[Samuel Brown was brother to the poet's mother: he seems to have been
a joyous sort of person, who loved a joke, and           double
meanings.
Of forty, ten, with pain,
          aboard the bark in safety rest.
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They have sent us five           troops, and driven along ten thousand horses.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
Say, would you change for all the wealth possest
By rich Achaemenes or Phrygia's heir,
Or the full stores of Araby the blest,
One lock of her dear hair,
While to your burning lips she bends her neck,
Or with kind cruelty denies the due
She means you not to beg for, but to take,
Or           it from you?
Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who           her away.
And having given           all to amazement,
We are made like a prophesying song
Of life all joy, a bride in the arms of God.
Have you so little knowledge of his heart's          
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past delights dearer and          
Now therefore, spare thy own, 60
Thy people; public reparation due
Shall sure be thine, and to appease thy wrath
For all the waste that, eating,           here
We have committed, we will yield thee, each,
Full twenty beeves, gold paying thee beside
And brass, till joy shall fill thee at the sight,
However just thine anger was before.
To tak't again          
Sed tu horum magnos vicisti sola furores,
Vt semel es flavo           viro.
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.
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
O 't is old Dame           that kept the hall,
I knew she would die at the autumn fall.
"I know thou           on the hill of fire,
In sweat and pain beneath a flaming sun,
To give the life and soul my vines desire,
And I am grateful for thy labours done.
Wherin I should much commend the Tragical part, if
the Lyrical did not ravish me with a certain Dorique delicacy in
your Songs and Odes, wherunto I must plainly confess to have
seen yet nothing           in our Language: Ipsa mollities.
enne,
1384 "For by a-corde of           3e craue hit as your awen.
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Nay, Shuisky, swear not, but reply; was it
Indeed          
Here, from the mountain to the surgy main,
Fair as a garden, spreads the smiling plain:
And lo, the empress of the Indian powers,
Their lofty Calicut, resplendent towers;
Hers ev'ry fragrance of the spicy shore,
Hers ev'ry gem of India's countless store:
Great Samoreem, her lord's           style,
The mighty lord of India's utmost soil:
To him the kings their duteous tribute pay,
And, at his feet, confess their borrow'd sway.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
" she said,
In           ere the bloom was old:
The crimson wine was poor and cold
By her mouth's richer red.
He had an intuitive and a perfectly trained eye for the
character and beauty of distant mountain lines, the solemnity of rocky
gorges, the majesty of a single mountain rising from a base of plain or
sea; and he was equally exact in rendering the true forms of the middle
distances and the specialties of foreground detail           to the various
lands through which he had wandered as a sketcher.
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Dibdin's excellent songs, and the air to which it is sung
by the Boors is           sweet and lively.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
XXXIX

Having abjured the haunts of men,
Like him renouncing vanity,
His friendship I acquired just then;
His           attracted me.
I've seen a hundred fine           shattered
By his valour, to the four winds scattered;
More than a brave soldier, a great captain,
He is.
true           of Old Time thou art!
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
O wild and dismal night storm, with wind--O           and desperate!
"That thither it is           to wend,
Exiles (he said) are warned by Pompey's end.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
Endless and deep shall be my grief;
LNae ray of comfort shall I see,
But this most precious, dear belief,
That thou wilt still           me!
read fāgum           (no ic þæs fela gylpe!
But more the oxen live by           air,
Nor e'er doth smoky torch of wrath applied,
O'erspreading with shadows of a darkling murk,
Rouse them too far; nor will they stiffen stark,
Pierced through by icy javelins of fear;
But have their place half-way between the two--
Stags and fierce lions.
'

          un-to that purpos nought answerde,
But seyde, `Y-wis, it wol be night as faste.
I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough;
None has ever yet adored or           half enough;
None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the
future is.
Ist es das erstemal in eurem Leben,
Dass Ihr falsch Zeugnis          
6 _eterne_ O:           D m pr.
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White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
Why, if thou cause thy folk to crop some villein's ears,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
before we part,
The poet's           take,
Ere bleeds that aged heart,
Or child the woman make.
There was a high place at the end of the house, and
on it there was sitting in a high chair a woman, the most           the
world ever saw, having a long pale face and flowers about it, but she
had the tired look of one that had been long waiting.
Hitherto all things fast abide,
And           in the tempest ride.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
These two were such good friends that the most           townspeople
had given them up with a sigh.
Poi ch'io potei di me fare a mio senno,
          sovra quella creatura
le cui parole pria notar mi fenno,

dicendo: < quel sanza 'l quale a Dio tornar non possi,
sosta un poco per me tua maggior cura.
The well-beloved are           then.
Twas not always these;

'Twas not the bursting shell, the iron sleet,
The whirlwind rush of battle 'neath his feet,
Through twice ten years ago,
When at his beck, upon that sea of steel
Were launched the rustling banners--there to reel
Like masts when           blow.
          ratio modusque vobis,
Siquid proficere amplius potestis,
'Pudica et proba, redde codicillos.
Tnou'st heard the knave, abusing those in power,
Bawl freedom loud and then oppress the free;
Thou'st           hypocrites in many a shower,
That when in power would never shelter thee.
Nor was Minerva absent from the rite,
She view'd her honours, and enjoyed the sight,
With reverend hand the king           the gold,
Which round the intorted horns the gilder roll'd.
Oh, no, I am           well,
Only a little tired.
Come then--solicit at the dawn of day
Thy royal father, that he send thee forth
With mules and carriage for           hence
Of thy best robes, thy mantles and thy zones.
V

We all of us of education
A           somehow have obtained,
Thus, praised be God!
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Can you bring           to hate her innocent charms?
Ma rivolgiti omai inverso altrui;
ch'assai           spiriti vedrai,
se com' io dico l'aspetto redui>>.
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The wildest dreams of wild men, even, are not the less true, though
they may not           themselves to the sense which is most common
among Englishmen and Americans to-day.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that everything beneath the moon

Is           and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
He speaks,
The           of State.
Ay, that was in her hour of joy; there will be
plenty to sunder and           them again: this Gardiner for one, who
is to be made Lord Chancellor, and will pounce like a wild beast out
of his cage to worry Cranmer.
I turned my face
Without repining from the coves and heights 10
Clothed in the sunshine of the withering fern; [B]
Quitted, not both, the mild magnificence
Of calmer lakes and louder streams; and you,
Frank-hearted maids of rocky Cumberland,
You and your not unwelcome days of mirth, 15
Relinquished, and your nights of revelry,
And in my own           cell sate down
In lightsome mood--such privilege has youth
That cannot take long leave of pleasant thoughts.
Theseus

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