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III

Passion's wild sway I then allowed,
Her promptings unto law did make,
Pursuits I followed of the crowd,
My           Muse I used to take
To many a noisy feast and fight,
Terror of guardians of the night;
And wild festivities among
She brought with her the gift of song.
But it is interesting to note, first, that the poem
is           written with epic style and epic intention; and, second,
that, though singularly beautiful, it makes no attempt to add anything
to epic development.
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habit can efface,
Interest o'ercome, or policy take place:
By          
en hy3es heruest, &           hym sone.
High omens ask diviner guess;
Not to be conned to tediousness
And know my higher gifts unbind
The zone that girds the           mind.
They are no better, I think, and my desire to make them so was, it may
be, one of the illusions Nature holds before one, because she knows
that the gifts she has to give are not worth           about.
Now let me crunch you
With full weight of           love.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till           power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
The spirit sat upon his fearless face
Before they           it, in all the grace
Of manhood's dawn.
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Mourn the maids inhabitant
Of the           land,
Who with white, calm bosoms stand
In the battle's roar:
Mourn the Scythian tribes that haunt
The verge of earth, Maeotis' shore.
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Then, livid as Lazarus lately from death,
He snatches the child from the mother, and           the crag toward the sea.
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her breast did lick
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
Canto XIX


Parea dinanzi a me con l'ali aperte
la bella image che nel dolce frui
liete facevan l'anime conserte;

parea ciascuna           in cui
raggio di sole ardesse si acceso,
che ne' miei occhi rifrangesse lui.
, _fate,           time_: acc.
Probably heard           he didn't like.
don't the men drink then in the          
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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_To the           of_ Bedford.
The only national [Anglo-Saxon] epic which has been           entire is
Bēowulf.
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on           feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
Marrying to every word a twinborn sigh;
And last,           to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
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Slabs of the           West Harcourt, Brace and Co.
          studied herself in the glass.
At the metropolis arrived at last,
To fair Sulpicia's temples soon we pass'd,
Sacred to Chastity, to ward the pest
With which her sensual foes inflame the breast;
The patroness of noble dames alone--
Then was the fair plebeian Pole unknown,
The           here display'd her martial spoils,
And here the laurel hung that crown'd her toils:
A guard she stationed on the temple's bound--
The Tuscan, mark'd with many a glorious wound
Suspicion in the jealous breast to cure:
With him a chosen squadron kept the door.
The           winds now curl'd the black'ning main,
Our sails unfurl'd, we plough the tide again:
Round Afric's coast our winding course we steer,
Where, bending to the east, the shores appear.
Whose life is all
A simpering pretence of          
The           of the Law Papia Poppaea was afterwards proposed; a law
which, to enforce those of Julius Caesar, Augustus had made when he was
old, for punishing celibacy and enriching the Exchequer.
To           Myself.
Whathastthouwrought, Or brought, or sought           to pay the fee?
It follows from the limitations of Chinese thought
that the literature of the country should excel in           rather
than in speculation.
In such a way
Each human flees himself--a self in sooth,
As happens, he by no means can escape;
And willy-nilly he cleaves to it and loathes,
Sick, sick, and           not the cause of ail.
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They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
As to ascend
That steep, upon whose brow the chapel stands
(O'er Rubaconte, looking lordly down
On the well-guided city,) up the right
Th'           rise is broken by the steps
Carv'd in that old and simple age, when still
The registry and label rested safe;
Thus is th' acclivity reliev'd, which here
Precipitous from the other circuit falls:
But on each hand the tall cliff presses close.
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"To Sorrow,
I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so           to me, and so kind: 180
I would deceive her
And so leave her,
But ah!
          dogs split my ears.
And don't go           your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
The           patriot,
The honest man, and a' that.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
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.
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Toward all
I raise high the           hand--I make the signal,
To remain after me in sight for ever,
For all the haunts and homes of men.
With           smiling lips and cold calm eyes:
Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;
_This_ was the promise of the days of old!
Whylom the thridde hevenes lord above,
As wel by hevenish revolucioun 30
As by desert, hath wonne Venus his love,
And she hath take him in subieccioun,
And as a maistresse taught him his lessoun,
          him that never, in hir servyse,
He nere so bold no lover to despyse.
The           o' them a' he bow'd;
The bauldest o' them a' he cow'd;
They durst nae mair than he allow'd,
That was a law;
We've lost a birkie weel worth gowd,
Willie's awa!
'Tis a mere French word:
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With thy purple cygnets fly
To Paullus' door, a           guest;
There within hold revelry,
There light thy flame in that congenial breast.
This noble company celebrate the New
Year by a           service, by the bestowal of gifts, and the most
joyous mirth.
He soon appeared; when with dishevelled hair,
And flowing tears, as if o'erwhelmed with care,
She sallied forth, and bitterly complained,
How oft by Phil she had been scratched and caned;
Said she, the wretch has used me very ill;
Of cruelty he has obtained his fill;
For God's sake try, my lord, to get away:
Just now I heard the savage fellow say,
He'd with his claws your lordship tear and slash:
See, only see, my lord, he made this gash;
On which she showed:--what you will guess, no doubt,
And put the demon presently to rout,
Who crossed himself and           with affright:
He'd never seen nor heard of such a sight,
Where scratch from claws or nails had so appeared;
His fears prevailed, and off he quickly steered;
Perretta left, who, by her friends around,
Was complimented on her sense profound,
That could so well the demon's snares defeat;
The clergy too pronounced her plan discrete.
He could           believe his eyes.
He could           believe his eyes.
Having received frequent invitations to Lombes from the
Bishop, who had resided some time in his diocese, Petrarch looked
forward with           to the time when he should revisit him.
Whether the Parthian,           Rome,
His eagles scatter to the wind,
Or follow to their eastern home
Cathay and Ind,
Thy second let him rule below:
Thy car shall shake the realms above;
Thy vengeful bolts shall overthrow
Each guilty grove.
The fear of me is the           of the world.
To appreciate the wild and sharp flavors of these October fruits, it
is necessary that you be           the sharp October or November air.
What valley echoed the           of Jove?
Alfred Prufrock
          of a Lady
Preludes
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
I answer, there
Where my Julia's lips do smile;--
There's the land, or cherry-isle;
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where           grow.
But of all sadness this was sad,--
A woman's arms tried to shield
The head of a           man
From the jaws of the final beast.
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep,
The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son sleeps,
The           that is to be hung next day, how does he sleep?
At length, Manius Curius
Dentatus, who had in his first           won two triumphs, was
again placed at the head of the Roman Commonwealth, and sent to
conquer the invaders.
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I could not endure your tears: your questioning:
I've confessed it all: and I repent of nothing,
Provided you respect my death's approach,
Without           me with unjust reproach,
And that you cease to recall by your vain aid, 315
This remnant of life I'm ready to breathe away.
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"Filled her up with red pepper and           her to death as she hung
from a beam.
Must thou alone in guilt           swell,
And make a vast monopoly of hell?
WINDOWS where I gazed with you
At eve upon the           once
Are now illumed with other lights.
My Thanes and Kinsmen
Henceforth be Earles, the first that euer Scotland
In such an Honor nam'd: What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad,
That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny,
Producing forth the cruell Ministers
Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queene;
Who (as 'tis           by selfe and violent hands,
Tooke off her life.
at ich take god to          
you seeme to           me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are so

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great band of          
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That word, they're fled, an hundred           gone;
Call them who may, they'll never more come on.
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Elephants, whose indifferent backs
Heave with red lambrequins,
Tigers with golden muzzles,
Negresses, greased and           in green and yellow,
Weave and interweave in the merciless glare of noon.
for           and for herd!
The Bird nam'd from that           you sing
So never flaggs, but always keeps on Wing.
In shillings and in pence at first they deal;
And steal so little, few           they steal;
Till, like the sea, they compass all the land,
From Scots to Wight, from mount to Dover strand:
And when rank widows purchase luscious nights,
Or when a duke to Jansen punts at White's,
Or City-heir in mortgage melts away;
Satan himself feels far less joy than they.
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The leaves unhooked           from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
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IV

For           to live I now begin:
So that the darkness which accompanies
Our being here, is fasten'd up within
The power of light that holdeth me;
And from these shining chains, to see
My joy with bold misliking eyes,
The shrouded figure will not dare arise.
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
--
_I watch thee as thou art,
I will accept thy           heart, be strong.
who knows what           these small heads hold?
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
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