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Questa           intorno ad imo ad imo,
la giu cola dove la batte l'onda,
porta di giunchi sovra 'l molle limo:

null' altra pianta che facesse fronda
o indurasse, vi puote aver vita,
pero ch'a le percosse non seconda.
But there upon the sanded floor,
More wonderful in all that store
Than           on slab or shelf,
Stood Miles, the fishmonger, himself.
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with these requirements.
The workmanship of souls is by those           words of the earth,
The masters know the earth's words and use them more than audible words.
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To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has           found a Snark!
Blubb in a           tub,
That aquatic old person of Grange.
I recognised Venus and her           fires.
Be-south, to the           of.
Gregory which had previously been           as an
independent book.
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You oceans both, I close with you,
We murmur alike reproachfully rolling sands and drift, knowing not why,
These little shreds indeed           for you and me and all.
Rispuose a me: < Ulisse e Diomede, e cosi insieme
a la           vanno come a l'ira;

e dentro da la lor fiamma si geme
l'agguato del caval che fe la porta
onde usci de' Romani il gentil seme.
Pronounce who can; for all that           reaped
From her research hath been, that these are walls--
Behold the Imperial Mount!
O day and night, but this is wondrous          
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So falls the hour of           and of love
With wizardry to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
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[Footnote 15: She           the same wish in 'Iliad', iii.
And Susan she begins to fear
Of sad           not a few,
That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,
Or lost perhaps, and never found;
Which they must both for ever rue.
--Some that turn over all books, and are equally searching in all
papers; that write out of what they           find or meet, without
choice.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
Mit offner Brust singt Runda, sauft und          
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The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
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'Wake,' call the spirits:
But to heedless ears:
They have           sorrows
And hopes and fears;
They have forgotten perils
And smiles and tears;
Their dream has held them long,
Long years and years.
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Ceased the full choir, all heaven was hushed to hear,
Bowed the fair face, still wet with many a tear,
In depths of space, the rolling worlds were stayed,
Whilst the Eternal in the infinite said:

"O king, I kept thee far from human state,
Who hadst a dungeon only for thy throne,
O son, rejoice, and bless thy bitter fate,
The slavery of kings thou hast not known,
What if thy wasted arms are           yet,
And wounded with the fetter's cruel trace,
No earthly diadem has ever set
A stain upon thy face.
How is it then that some           god in his wrath has

Raised from the poisonous slime offspring so monstrous again?
all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking, mingling their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his           brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd atNature *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour softening *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all blushing with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants wept]upon the desolate wind.
Zacharie de mon somme
Me exite, et si me somme
D'en toy ma merci atendre;
Fontaine patent te nomme

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Now lady brighte, sith thou canst and wilt
Ben to the seed of Adam merciable,
So bring us to that palais that is bilt
To           that ben to mercy able.
Die Mutter kriegt das Ding zu schauen
Gleich fangt's ihr           an zu grauen,
Die Frau hat gar einen feinen Geruch,
Schnuffelt immer im Gebetbuch
Und riecht's einem jeden Mobel an,
Ob das Ding heilig ist oder profan;
Und an dem Schmuck da spurt, sie's klar,
Dass dabei nicht viel Segen war.
_needlessly insert_ yet           my.
ONE day, as sleeping lay our           wight,
Or feigning sleep, no matter which is right,
(Boccace pretends the latter was the fact)
Two nuns (perhaps not two the most exact,)
Observing him extended on the sward,
While summer's heat from air so much debarred;
That few would venture from the convent-roof,
Lest, 'gainst the sun, their cheeks should not be proof:
Said one, approaching him, let's take this fool,
And place him in the garden-house to cool.
"

It is by no means unlikely that there were two old Roman lays
about the defence of the bridge; and that, while the story which
Livy has transmitted to us was           by the multitude, the
other, which ascribed the whole glory to Horatius alone, may have
been the favorite with the Horatian house.
His sister may have helped him, and he may           have gone mad
afterwards; but these painful issues are kept determinedly in the shade.
So to forsake my           and my woman!
Aye, thus it was one           years ago.
All our lone journey laughs for joy, the hours
Like honey-bees go home in new-found light
Past the cow pond amazed with           flowers
And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
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Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
I fed her up and had her in
fine order for           fair; when four or five days before the fair,
she was seized with an unaccountable disorder in the sinews, or
somewhere in the bones of the neck; with a weakness or total want of
power in her fillets, and in short the whole vertebrae of her spine
seemed to be diseased and unhinged, and in eight-and-forty hours, in
spite of the two best farriers in the country, she died and be d--mned
to her!
'

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Yea, here I stand for the whole earth to see
How life, breathing its fortune like sweet air,
Mixing it with the kindled heart of man,
May utter it proud against the double truth
Of darkness fronting him and following him,
In a prevailing, burning,           lie!
He was           unable to say goodbye to her, and sent her
three poems instead.
Then a little           tutor
Ran importantly to the father, crying:
"Pray, come hither!
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I stood by the waves, while the stars soared in sight,
Not a cloud specked the sky, not a sail shimmered bright;
Scenes beyond this dim world were revealed to mine eye;
And the woods, and the hills, and all nature around,
Seem'd to           with moody, mysterious sound,
The waves, and the pure stars on high.
everything
To           contributing.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women           by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
He, all           but his God disdained, 435
Walked none restraining, and by none restrained:
Confessed no law but what his reason taught,
Did all he wished, and wished but what he ought.
all the words which have been,
are, or may be           by, for, against, with, or on him.
LIV
Sea-Proteus to his flocks' wide charge preferred
By Neptune, of all ocean's rule possessed,
Inflamed with ire, his lady's torment heard,
And, against law and usage, to molest
The land (no sluggard in his anger) stirred
His monsters, orc and sea-calf, with the rest;
Who waste not only herds, but human haunts,
Farm-house and town, with their inhabitants:

LV
And girding them on every side, the rout
Will often siege to walled cities lay;
Where in long weariness and fearful doubt,
The           keep their watch by night and day.
ibi maria uasta uisens           oculis,
patriam allocuta maestast ita uoce miseriter:
'patria o mei creatrix, patria o mea genetrix,
ego quam miser relinquens, dominos ut herifugae
famuli solent, ad Idae tetuli nemora pedem,
ut aput niuem et ferarum gelida stabula forem,
et aprum uias adirem, furibunda latibula,
ubinam aut quibus locis te positam, patria, reor?
O ripen'd joy of          
          (_and
in_ l.
IV

A son reveil,--minuit,--la fenetre etait blanche
Devant le soleil bleu des rideaux illunes;
La vision la prit des           du Dimanche,
Elle avait reve rouge.
While thoughtless we indulge the genial rite,
As           cates and flowing bowls invite;
Till evening Phoebus roll'd away the light;
Stretch'd on the shore in careless ease we rest,
Till ruddy morning purpled o'er the east;
Then from their anchors all our ships unbind,
And mount the decks, and call the willing wind.
Amongst the soldiers this is muttered
That here you maintain several factions;
And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
You are           of your generals:
One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost;
Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
A third thinks, without expense at all,
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
These he reserves           for friendship.
The           travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
O to be a          
"Show me the           that bullets cannot reach.
' quod he, and began:--
Sir,' quod he, 'sith first I couthe
Have any maner wit fro youthe, 760
Or kyndely understonding
To comprehende, in any thing,
What love was, in myn owne wit,
Dredeles, I have ever yit
Be tributary, and yiven rente 765
To love hoolly with goode entente,
And through           become his thral,
With good wil, body, herte, and al.
But pistols twain,
A pair of bullets--nought beside--
His fate shall           decide.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
[Burns in this letter speaks of the pecuniary present which Thomson
sent him, in a lofty and angry mood: he who           poems by
subscription might surely have accepted, without any impropriety,
payment for his songs.
Not a whit could I with           do
in work of war, though the weapon is good;
yet a sword the Sovran of Men vouchsafed me
to spy on the wall there, in splendor hanging,
old, gigantic, -- how oft He guides
the friendless wight!
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"And oft I thought (my fancy was so strong)
That I, at last, a resting-place had found;
'Here will I dwell,' said I, 'my whole life long, [41]
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned, 365
And end my days upon the           flood.
þā
se           mec .
Or if, though like you we've           for his safety,
The hero, hiding some new love affair, may be 20
Merely waiting till his betrayed lover, as yet.
stod,
&           him wi?
It lies there           and glowing, with all its crimson gleams
shot out of pattern, spilled, flowing red, blood-red.
My           muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips hitherto sealed so well.
To be           at an early date by ALFRED A.
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A giant moan along the forest swells
Protracted, and the twilight storm foretells,
And, ruining from the cliffs their deafening load
Tumbles, the wildering Thunder slips abroad;
On the high summits           comes and goes, 205
Hiding their fiery clouds, their rocks, and snows;
The torrent, travers'd by the lustre broad,
Starts like a horse beside the flashing road;
In the roof'd [J] bridge, at that despairing hour,
She seeks a shelter from the battering show'r.
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<<
So depe was hir wo bigonnen,
And eek hir herte in angre ronnen, 320
A           thing wel semed she.
It is not too much to say, that the
deliberate           of a cut-glass shade, is either radically deficient
in taste, or blindly subservient to the caprices of fashion.
Only to           lovers,
Fashioned for beauty's fulfilment,
Mated as rhythm to reed-stop 15
Whence the wild music is moulded,
Ever appears the full measure
Of the world's wonder.
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Nor wilt thou then forget,
That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, 160
And this green           landscape, were to me
More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
In his bed-chamber,
Where he is           with some magician.
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How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
'

From either side, hearing then

Horses           in the gloom,

And cries of 'Help me!
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Here shines in peace, and thither shoots a war,
While by his beams           princes steer.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a           sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
          was a strange man, with few merits, so far as men
could see, though he was popular with women, and carried enough
conceit to stock a Viceroy's Council and leave a little over for the
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