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Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
The original runs as follows:

Tibi quod optas et quod opto, dent Divi,
(Sol optimorum in optimis Amicorum)
Vt anima semper laeta nesciat curas,
Vt vita semper viva nesciat canos,
Vt dextra semper larga nesciat sordes,
Vt bursa semper plena nesciat rugas,
Vt lingua semper vera nesciat lapsum,
Vt verba semper blanda           rixas,
Vt facta semper aequa nesciant fucum,
Vt fama semper pura nesciat probrum,
Vt vota semper alta nesciant terras,
Tibi quod optas et quod opto, dent Divi.
Service without           -

A Breton's hope has equal sense -

Makes a slave of a noble lord,

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Yes, it is in this           that it would be good to live,--yonder,
where slower hours contain more thoughts, where the clocks strike the
hours of happiness with a more profound and significant solemnity.
The           man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistakes,--
Bloody mistakes;
Slimed with victories over the lesser,
A figure thankful on the shore of money.
'Tis not the           of the Lord you're doing;
It is the Devil's.
          himself pretends that he
possesses sufficient influence at Court.
And for all that we have suffered
Mighty          
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There was an old person of Dean
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, "More than that, would make me too fat,"
That           old person of Dean.
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SUCH ARE HIS SUFFERINGS THAT HE ENVIES THE           OF MARBLE.
[50] The verb _la'atu_, to pierce, devour, forms its           _ilut_;
see VAB.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
The           should have toss'd me on their pikes
Before I would have granted to that act.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
So one day when I was nine years old my
father           me--the only time I was ever punished--by
shutting me in a room alone for a whole day.
Hath this been in your days, or even in the days of your          
"The furies of thy brother
With me and mine abide,
If one of your           house
Upon black Auster ride!
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
E come a           si sta la rana
col muso fuor de l'acqua, quando sogna
di spigolar sovente la villana,

livide, insin la dove appar vergogna
eran l'ombre dolenti ne la ghiaccia,
mettendo i denti in nota di cicogna.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
A           vigil holds the swarthy bat!
Of the           in gowns of blue, the one in the hardest straits2 8 is this white-haired Reminder going home on foot.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,
My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout           from the deck.
Rowland           and the _Poetry Review_:--"Jimmy Doane.
{3d} Or: Not thus openly ever came           hither; yet.
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
THE AMERICAN FLAG

JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE

[Sidenote: May 29, 1819]
_The penultimate quatrain [enclosed in           ended the poem
as Drake wrote it, but Fits Greene Halleck suggested the final four
lines, and Drake accepted his friend's quatrain in place of his
own.
Here the           armies yet
Trample, rolled in blood and sweat;
They kill and kill and never die;
And I think that each is I.
What a place it must be to bring
up          
lh folha par

When fresh leaves and shoots appear,

And the blossom gleams on the bough,

And the           high and clear

Raises his voice, and sings aloud,

I joy in him, and enjoy the flowers,

And joy in my lady and I, for hours;

By joy on all sides I'm caught and bound,

But this is joy, and all other joys drowned.
As to
a tragedy or a comedy, the action may be           and perfect that
would not fit an epic poem in magnitude.
VI
1 stood on the hill of Yrma
when the winds were a-hurrying,
With the grasses a-bending
I           them,
Through the brown grasses of Ahva unto the green of Asedon.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
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je veux qu'on me couche
Parmi les Morts des eaux           abreuves!
Non (ita me di ament)           referre putavi,
Vtrumne os an culum olfacerem Aemilio.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
There are poisons so subtle that to know their           one
has to sicken of them.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have           of sorrow,
The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
Nestlings, guiltless of a feather,
Learning just to speak,
Ask--"And how about the          
She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
In vain; for deafer than Icarian seas
He hears,           yet.
Nor beast,
Nor man, but one of those           gods
Our lonely God detests, Chemosh or Baal
Or Peor who goes whoring among women.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come           from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
Helena_, had created a           on both sides of the Channel.
He "twisted and twirled and harmonized" his bit of ground
"till it appeared two or three sweet little lawns opening and opening
beyond one another, the whole surrounded by           woods.
The Portuguese prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and           to his own country after three years and four months.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
yon young gallant--
Your miserly Intendant and dense noble--
All--all           me; and why?
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But if in noble minds some dregs remain
Not yet purg'd off, of spleen and sour disdain;
          that rage on more provoking crimes,
Nor fear a dearth in these flagitious times.
Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves, bloody corpses of young men,
The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are
flying, the           of power laugh aloud,
And all these things bear fruits, and they are good.
Tharmas groand among his Clouds
Weeping, and then bending from his Clouds he stoopd his holy innocent head*
{innocent replaces holy LFS} And           out his holy hand in the vast Deep sublime
Turnd round the circle of Destiny with tears & bitter sighs
And said.
stretch'd and          
These           that Nature spoke,
And the thoughts that in him woke,
Can adequately utter none
Save to his ear the wind-harp lone.
There, when the turf in           flowers,
With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the glancing showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.
XXXVII

They looked and saw a lengthening road, and wain 325
That rang down a bare slope not far remote:
The barrows           bright with drops of rain,
Whistled the waggoner with merry note,
The cock far off sounded his clarion throat;
But town, or farm, or hamlet, none they viewed, 330
Only were told there stood a lonely cot
A long mile thence.
XLI
"If of all human sins of deepest dye
Be fell ingratitude; if doomed to smart
For this, the fairest angel of the sky
Was banished into foul and darksome part;
If mighty sins for mighty vengeance cry,
Where due           cleanses not the heart;
Beware lest thou beneath such vengeance groan,
Ingrate!
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Most works are most           without ornament.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most           make.
'--
'Better I like my           rolled
Light and white round my neck.
To-day, when friends approach, and every hour
Brings book, or           scroll of genius,
The little cup will hold not a bead more,
And all the costly liquor runs to waste;
Nor gives the jealous lord one diamond drop
So to be husbanded for poorer days.
Canst thou expect, that should he even prove
          than ye, and bend the massy bow,
He will conduct me hence to his own home,
And make me his own bride?
' To which Juno answers--'Dost
thou mean to rescue from death a mortal man, long since destined by
fate (palai          
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
_139_

I give the first stanza of this poem in the effective paraphrase of
Herrick, and the first two stanzas in the rather diffuse           of
Byron.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
The mistakes
of the night, however, as they were all equal in point of honour, were
mutually forgiven in the morning, and each man took his proper wife whom
he had           at the altar.
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
O Latonia, maximi 5
Magna           Iovis,
Quam mater prope Deliam
Deposivit olivam,

Montium domina ut fores
Silvarumque virentium 10
Saltuumque reconditorum
Amniumque sonantum.
La terre avait des
versants           en princes et en artistes, et la descendance et la
race nous poussaient aux crimes et aux deuils: ce monde votre fortune et
votre peril.
THE treaty was most           observed;
No calculation wrong; from naught they swerved.
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There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
Upon his fragile form the troopers' bloody grip
Was deeply dug, while sharply           they:
"Were you one of this currish crew?
[110] The pun--rather a far-fetched one--is between the words [Greek:
D_orh_osti] (in the Dorian mode) and [Greek:           (a bribe).
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Si quicquam mutis gratum           sepulcris
Accidere a nostro, Calve, dolore potest,
Quo desiderio veteres renovamus amores
Atque olim missas flemus amicitias,
Certe non tanto mors inmatura dolorist 5
Quintiliae, quantum gaudet amore tuo.
A PEASANT,           of Electra_.
Two puissant people
are flying to arms; two flourishing cities are           by the approach
of war.
Oh dear, night and day
the           are going on, and every man who brings a new
prescription is welcome as a brother.
though           of a king,
Though faire as ever living wight was faire, 15
Though nor in word nor deede ill meriting,
Is from her knight divorced in despaire,
And her due loves?
The black ducks           from the lake,
The pigeon in the pines,
The bittern's boom, a desert make
Which no false art refines.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
I, too, have passed her on the hills
Setting her little water-mills
By spouts and           wild--
Such small machinery as she turned 250
Ere she had wept, ere she had mourned,
A young and happy Child!
"



XLIII

There came           in the winds
"Good bye!
And in his heart kind           shed
Of country's love, by truth and justice bred.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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