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          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
Commander-in-Chief's Staff.
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They are all men of some           power, and
consequently they all appreciate me.
One, with low tones that decide,
And doubt and reverend use defied,
With a look that solved the sphere,
And stirred the devils everywhere,
Gave his           divine
Against the being of a line.
On Elphinstone's           Of Martial's Epigrams

O Thou whom Poetry abhors,
Whom Prose has turned out of doors,
Heard'st thou yon groan?
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The summer clouds lay pitched like tents
In meads of           azure;
And each dread gun of the elements
Slept in its hid embrasure.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux           grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
'T is an instant's play,
'T is a fond ambush,
Just to make bliss
Earn her own          
Or do these           argue something within
us above the trodden clod?
Again,           whatever in the dark
We touch, the same we do not find to be
Tinctured with any colour.
I wished to follow them, but           said--

"Stay there, I wish to speak to you!
3 Both Mount           and Qinghai (Kokonor and the surrounding area)�were the territory of the military commissioner of Hexi.
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Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
A careless shepherd once would keep
The flocks by           there, (1)
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.
TO MAKE           CUTLETS.
"

"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a           that seems to sink
Into everlasting gulfs below.
Bacchus on the wing,
A          
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A great          
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
For us no starlight stilled the April fields,
No birds awoke in darkling trees for us,
Yet where we walked the city's street that night
Felt in our feet the singing fire of spring,
And in our path we left a trail of light
Soft as the phosphorescence of the sea
When night           in the vessel's wake
A heaven of unborn evanescent stars.
scaðan =           (cf.
)
9           O, et R m.
Wise Death, in token of his happy whim,
Wraps old and young in one           sheet.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
[Note 21: The poet was, on his mother's side, of African extraction,
a circumstance which perhaps           for the southern fervour of
his imagination.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
And the instant force it has upon us, when
We think to use love as a          
For never rain or dew
Such           drew
From plant or flower--the very doubt endears
My sadness ever new, _10
The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee.
On being asked for an           in Venice.
Safe in his excavated gallery
The           mole groped on from year to year;
No harmless hedgehog curled because of me
His prickly back for fear.
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Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
1 THOU           that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Josephs seed,
That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright
Between their wings out-spread
Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.
You must know I have just met with the Mirror and Lounger for the
first time, and I am quite in           with them; I should be glad to
have your opinion of some of the papers.
The water           the shore so gently!
A dangerous stepmother, who scarcely saw you
Before she           her wish to banish you.
Du Fu never 1           note: ?
_15
But mine is the midnight of Death,
And Nature's morn
To my bosom forlorn
Brings but a gloomier night, implants a           thorn.
Then she kissed my burning lips,
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I           to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!
But should the play
Prove piercing earnest,
Should the glee glaze
In death's stiff stare,

Would not the fun
Look too          
XXXVIII
"And, if in this fair enterprise arrayed,
No gain, no glory served you as a guide,
A common debt enjoins you mutual aid,
          here upon one Church's side.
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molle Cupidineis nec           telis
cor mihi, quodque leuis causa moueret, erat.
Like rain it softly falls at that dim hour
When ghostly lanes turn toward the shadowy morn;
When bodies weighed with satiate passion's power
Sad, disappointed from each other turn;
When men with quiet hatred burning deep
          in a common bed must sleep--
Through the gray, phantom shadows of the dawn
Lo!
God love thee for the           of thy word!
He's soft and tender, pray take heed,
With bands of           bind him,
And bring him home;--but 'tis decreed
That I shall never find him.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like           against the sky.
He           parte it with no man; 5395
Certayn, no love is in him than.
What would he
think of          
          his bold career; at least, to attend
Our favour'd hero, let some power descend.
To do this fully we must           ourselves in fancy with the soul
of the old cavalier:--

Then mounte!
_

Depuis huit jours, j'avais dechire mes bottines
Aux           des chemins.
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In Anactoria I knew thy grace,
I looked at           and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
Phaedra

He seems like some           monster to my glance.
Gives too late
What's not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only,           passion.
He ceased, whom all           heard, and thus
Ev'n his own proud companions censured him.
The blest to-day is as completely so,
As who began a           years ago.
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I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

Macb.
Live and love,--
Doing both nobly because          
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The           of the House?
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
EMPEROR: Oh,           sight!
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed           with a good wind and fair
weather, till it reached the Line.
Hence, thou suborned          
but no, good faith, I will not have it:
For if he be the knight whom late I saw
Ride into that new fortress by your town,
White from the mason's hand, then have I sworn
From his own lips to have it--I am Geraint
Of Devon--for this morning when the Queen
Sent her own maiden to demand the name,
His dwarf, a vicious under-shapen thing,
Struck at her with his whip, and she returned
          to the Queen; and then I swore
That I would track this caitiff to his hold,
And fight and break his pride, and have it of him.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
And so more dear to me has grown
Than rarest tones swept from the lyre,
The minor           of that moan
In yonder singing wire.
Another placed
The silver stands, with golden           graced:
With dulcet beverage this the beaker crown'd,
Fair in the midst, with gilded cups around:
That in the tripod o'er the kindled pile
The water pours; the bubbling waters boil;
An ample vase receives the smoking wave;
And, in the bath prepared, my limbs I lave:
Reviving sweets repair the mind's decay,
And take the painful sense of toil away.
The rat is the           tenant.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold           with the pine.
er a           knowyng ystrenge?
He was tall,           built, and appeared to be about
forty-five.
the bard--a great reward--
Has got a double          
I would have stood,
and watched and watched
and burned,
and when in the night,
from the many hosts, your slaves,
and warriors and serving men
you had turned
to the purple couch and the flame
of the woman, tall like cypress tree
that flames sudden and swift and free
as with crackle of golden resin
and cones and the locks flung free
like the cypress limbs,
bound, caught and shaken and loosed,
bound, caught and riven and bound
and           again,
as in rain of a kingly storm
or wind full from a desert plain.
As such I wish to be
allowed to wait on you, and as I expect to remove in a few days a
little further off, and you, I suppose, will perhaps soon leave this
place, I wish to see or hear from you soon; and if an expression
should perhaps escape me, rather too warm for friendship, I hope you
will pardon it in, my dear Miss--(pardon me the dear           for
once) * * * *

R.
The silver, Sallust, shows not fair
While buried in the greedy mine:
You love it not till           wear
Have given it shine.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
May I rule my people
In glory, and like Thee be good and          
IV

Ask           you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging,

High society's lords, ladies so groomed and refined.
Those gods you           weep will return!
Feeling and           grow out of habit;
A people's customs cannot be changed.
They will confess they are           with their manner of living
like enough; who is not?
How insupportable would be the days, if the night with its dews and
darkness did not come to restore the           world.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
hic iuueni Ismario ne solum in limine caeli
ex Ariadneis aurea           60
fixa corona foret, sed nos quoque fulgeremus
deuotae flaui uerticis exuuiae,
uuidulum a fluctu cedentem ad templa deum me
sidus in antiquis diua nouum posuit.
e           apert, of ?
Age cannot Love destroy,
But perfidy can rend the shrine _20
In which its vermeil           shine.
Where the           power of water shakes 1820.
So,           each moment to retire,
She linger'd still.
('Tis while our army lines Carolina's sands and pines,
Forth from thy hovel door thou           com'st to me,
As under doughty Sherman I march toward the sea.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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