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LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, wild and terrible; for my ears are crowded
with cries of           nations and sighs for forgotten lands.
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Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
ANOTHER corpse a residence had got,
A trifling distance from the gloomy spot;
But very diff'rent, since, by way of tomb,
Enchained on gibbet was the latter's doom;
To frighten robbers was the form designed,
And show the           that rogues should find.
XLV

So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
THE VILLAGE STREET

IN these rapid,           shadows,
Once I walked at eventide,
When a gentle, silent maiden,
Wal ked in beauty at my side
She alone there walked beside me
All in beauty, like a bride.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
XCVII
And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
          OF FRANCE.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of           gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
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be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with           blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
thou gashed and hairy Lear
Whom the divine           of the year,
E'en pitying Spring, will vainly strive to cheer --
King, that no subject man nor beast may own,
Discrowned, undaughtered and alone --
Yet shall the great God turn thy fate,
And bring thee back into thy monarch state
And majesty immaculate.
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
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ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
Ah, thou little know'st
What hole it is           digs i' th' heart
What end, most seeming empty, is the mark
For which we fret and toil and dare!
Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill
The cup           of love, from which my lips are wet.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
Yet I can repeat whole books
that I have read, and poems of some           friends which I have liked
to charge my memory with.
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
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(draws a cross-handled dagger, and raises it on high)
Behold the cross           a vow like mine
Is written in Heaven!
Far from ye all--oh, dead,          
Ah,          
"I was also sad, and thinking,
When one day I saw you winking,
And I heard you sniffle-snuffle,
And I saw your           ruffle:
To myself I sadly said,
'She's neuralgia in her head!
Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who           her away.
Babel,
          the first Congress,
gabble-mill.
Wild flowers of the glen,
Caves swoll'n with shadow, where sunshine
Has pierced not, far from men;
Ye sacred hills and antique rocks,
Ye oaks that worsted time,
Ye limpid lakes which snow-slide shocks
Hurl up in storms sublime;
And sky above, unruflfed blue,
Chaste rills that alway ran
From           source a course still true,
What think ye of this man?
This follows, if you will not change your purpose
But undergo this flight: make for Sicilia,
And there present           and your fair princess-
For so, I see, she must be- fore Leontes.
With all my heart,           both!
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For in my distant plot of English loam
'Twas but to delve, and           there to find
Coins of like impress.
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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           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
Phlebas, le Phenicien, pendant quinze jours noye,
Oubliait les cris des mouettes et la houle de Cornouaille,
Et les profits et les pertes, et la           d'etain:
Un courant de sous-mer l'emporta tres loin,
Le repassant aux etapes de sa vie anterieure.
An omissioner,           into court in the evening, a censor, journeying and resting at dawn.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
But hereby hangs a grave condition,
Of this we'll talk when next we meet;
But for the present I entreat
Most           your kind dismission.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the           eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
on           les reflux d'incendie,
Voila les quais!
When you return, you can take authority, 24 one morning spiraling upward ninety           leagues.
Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
From thy Sire's to his           subject's breast
Is linked the electric chain of that despair,
Whose shock was as an earthquake's, and oppressed
The land which loved thee so, that none could love thee best.
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The most learned of the           said, 'I cannot tell
the meaning of the hounds or where the Meeting of the Suns is, but I
think the fawn is the Morning and Evening Star.
You daughter or son of          
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with
          and contenders,
I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.
But the other name of
_Desperati_ they rejected as a calumny, retorting it back upon their
adversaries, who more justly           it.
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LE VIN DES CHIFFONNIERS


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Of base life indeed is the man

Who with joy finds never a place,

Where love is no part of the plan

That drives his heart and his desire;

For all that exists with joy abounds,

Rings out, and with its song resounds:

Park, orchard, meadow, all the choir

Of heath, plain and           chase.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
At the           of the period Sh?
e more           ?
As many           as be stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu,
And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Births have brought us           and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea
Has viewed at times, I ween, a full fair sight,
When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,
The white sail set, the gallant Frigate tight--
Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right,
The glorious Main           o'er the bow,
The Convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,
The dullest sailer wearing bravely now--
So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow.
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          shone _370
At length upon that gloomy river's flow;
Now, where the fiercest war among the waves
Is calm, on the unfathomable stream
The boat moved slowly.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
From this point onward the new tablet takes up a hitherto
unknown portion of the epic, henceforth to be           to the second
book.
Her every tone is music's own,
Like those of morning birds,
And           more than melody
Dwells ever in her words;
The coinage of her heart are they,
And from her lips each flows
As one may see the burden'd bee
Forth issue from the rose.
and all processions moving along the          
Laughs at the holy           and the text divine,
O'er which the humble dervish prays and venerates.
--a question that
tended even more than the waistcoat to fasten the           crime upon
the young man.
1 This refers either to the recall of the           armies or to Suzong?
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
What weight, and what           in thy speech!
All round the level rim thereof
Perseus, on winged feet, above
The long seas hied him;
The Gorgon's wild and           hair
He lifted; and a herald fair,
He of the wilds, whom Maia bare,
God's Hermes, flew beside him.
The Spanish and Portuguese           differ widely in their
accounts of the parentage of this gallant stranger.
By the partaking of food I evade the rites of Death:
My span is extended to the           of life everlasting.
e           fortunes of poure feble
folke.
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
As from some mountain's craggy forehead torn,
A rock's round fragment flies, with fury borne,
(Which from the stubborn stone a torrent rends,)
Precipitate the ponderous mass descends:
From steep to steep the rolling ruin bounds;
At every shock the crackling wood resounds;
Still gathering force, it smokes; and urged amain,
Whirls, leaps, and           down, impetuous to the plain:
There stops--so Hector.
Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
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Red, from           to bitts!
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What blazours then, what glorie shall he clayme,
What           Homere shall hys praises synge,
That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame
Uncall'd, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge?
_ O) _secum ut           querunt_ ?
Ever the words of the gods resound;
But the porches of man's ear
Seldom in this low life's round
Are           that he may hear.
It is very much more           to talk about a thing than to do it.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
And Uther cast upon her eyes of love:
But she, a           wife to Gorlois,
So loathed the bright dishonour of his love,
That Gorlois and King Uther went to war:
And overthrown was Gorlois and slain.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
VI chp 12 v (King James           VALA

Night the First

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Le Directeur

Malheur a la           Tamise!
can wee want obedience then
To him, or possibly his love desert
Who formd us from the dust, and plac'd us here
Full to the utmost measure of what bliss
Human desires can seek or          
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