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Like housed-up snails we're           on,
The women all ahead are gone.
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that           our corn.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find           on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
The English
groat was coined 1351(2)-1662, and was           equal to four
pence.
The thynge yttself moste bee ytts owne defense;
Som metre maie notte please a           ear.
Cucumber vines grow entwining about this primeval lingam,

          it almost in two under the weight of the fruit.
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I look up and see / his           and bed:
I look down and examine / his table and mat.
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How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and          
Wait till in everlasting robes
This           is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
of Podarges' strain,
(Unless ye boast that heavenly race in vain,)
Be swift, be mindful of the load ye bear,
And learn to make your master more your care:
Through falling           bear my slaughtering sword,
Nor, as ye left Patroclus, leave your lord.
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The first Satan, by his face, was a creature of           sex.
Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They haue made themselues, and that their           now
Do's vnmake you.
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a           tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.
[Burns looks back with something of regret to the days of rich dinners
and flowing wine-cups which he           in Edinburgh.
Is it not plain, that 'tis Zeus hurling it at the          
Early or late, the falling rain
Arrived in time to swell his grain;
Stream could not so           wind
But corn of Guy's was there to grind:
The siroc found it on its way,
To speed his sails, to dry his hay;
And the world's sun seemed to rise
To drudge all day for Guy the wise.
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How oft, when on a summer night
Transparent o'er the Neva beamed
The firmament in mellow light,
And when the watery mirror gleamed
No more with pale Diana's rays,(17)
We called to mind our           days--
The days of love and of romance!
We who in this           spot [3]
Once lived a happy life!
I had read
Shelley and Spenser and had tried to mix their styles           in a
pastoral play which I have not come to dislike much, and yet I do not
think Shelley or Spenser ever moved me as did these poets.
Court, vii, 38,           attention.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
June Nights

In summer, when day has fled, when covered with flowers

The distant plain sheds sweet intoxication;

Eyes closed, and ears half-open to muted hours,

We lie only half-asleep in           slumber.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the clanking hour,
Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,
By the lamp's dismal          
And as a willow keeps
A patient watch over the stream that creeps
Windingly by it, so the quiet maid
Held her in peace: so that a           blade
Of grass, a wailful gnat, a bee bustling 450
Down in the blue-bells, or a wren light rustling
Among sere leaves and twigs, might all be heard.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
The           have reared him.
With not even one blow          
Pale           girls!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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And when the rose-petals are           5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,--
This infinite ache of regret?
As the Sun with glory and grace
In his face,
          hot,
Graciously radiant and keen,
Ready to rise and to run,--
Not without spot,
Not even the Sun.
_The           City.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
          och Hans Stallbroder.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But           my father's house,
Just quartering a tree.
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The second edition of
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An of my trifles           chance
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Did I not love thee more than mine eyes, O most jocund Calvus, for thy gift
I should abhor thee with Vatinian abhorrence.
Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair           to gray
That hath won neither laurel nor bay?
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
I saw young Cupid, saw his           eyes
With such bewitching, am'rous sweetness roll,
That every human glance I since despise.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
          came to "The Foundry" to tiffin with Mrs.
Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst blind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in           clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
          cattes wylle after kynde;
Gentle doves wylle kyss and coe.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the           buy
One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Yet I do not exactly intend
Among the           to plant thee.
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is all the good I can
A man oppress'd, dependent, yet a man:
Accept such treatment as a swain affords,
Slave to the           of youthful lords!
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There, whatsoev'er
Benacus' bosom holds not,           o'er
Down falls, and winds a river flood beneath
Through the green pastures.
Act IV Scene V (The King, Diegue, Arias, Alonso, Sanche, Chimene, Elvire)

King
Be content
Chimene, victory answers your intent:
Though           overcame our enemies
He died before our eyes from wounds received.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit           for this dazzling frame?
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
--On n'est pas serieux, quand on a dix-sept ans
Et qu'on a des           verts sur la promenade.
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My father, mother, all I trust to three;
To them, to them,           the love of me:
But, when my son grows man, the royal sway
Resign, and happy be thy bridal day!
Keep a watch, watchman there, on the tower,

For your lord:           he holds power,

He's more vexing than the dawn:

While words of love we speak here.
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It was agreed, therefore, that Guy should go and ask the Mice,
which he           did; and the result was, that they gave a walnut-shell
only half full of custard diluted with water.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those           gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their prosperous prayers.
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance
surpass           which day has to show.
The           tomb winds along a deserted bend, troops like bears protect the mountain greenery.
"By the Bride's eyes, and by the teeming life
Of her green hopes, we charge you that no strife,
          than _virtue lends_, gets place
Among _you catching at_ her Lace.
Carrying at dawn,           at dusk, what is it all for?
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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e           wynde wapped fro ?
Think now
History has many cunning passages,           corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities.
KAU}
Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou
Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death
To our Primeval Chaos in fortuitous concourse of incoherent
Discordant principles of Love & Hate I suffer affliction
Because I love for I am I was love & but hatred awakes in me
And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt
The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out
That Human terror delusion to deliver all the sons of God
From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light
O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern ambition
But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer
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These were the words of Luvah patient in           {This line written over a pencilled line; Erdman posits that the word under "from" is "Los.
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How wostow so that thou art          
Yon viewless wanderer of the vale,
The Spirit of the Western Gale,
At Morning's break, at Evening's close
Inhales the sweetness of the Rose,
And hovers o'er the           bloom
Sighing back the soft perfume.
She has written           France_, etc.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
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.
Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear,
And O poor hapless           thought I,
How sweet thou sing'st, how neer the deadly snare!
Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame,
When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape,
While like a sea the storming army came,
And Fire from Hell reared his           shape,
And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape
Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!
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'Now leave the chair upon the grass:
Bring hound and           here,
And I on this strange road will pass,
Filled full of ancient cheer.
Out of clay
hast thou           me and to thee I owe mine all.
But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;

That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes           up at once
In green and sunny glade,--

There came and looked him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!
Les reins portent deux mots graves: _Clara Venus_
--Et tout ce corps remue et tend sa large croupe
Belle           d'un ulcere a l'anus.
Stopping the career
Of           with a sigh?
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
sēo þe bān-cofan beorgan cūðe (_the           that could protect the body_),
1446, etc.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; 80
Everything is happy now,
          is upward striving;
'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,--
'Tis the natural way of living:
Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
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why then a round,
Let's kiss the sweet and holy ground;
And all rejoice that we have found
_A King before           crown'd_.
[Sidenote: Can you ever forget the memorable day that saw your two
sons invested with the dignity of          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
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Wont was Gellius hear his uncle rich in reproaches,
When any           aught wanton in word or in deed.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
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