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          and hallie Seyncte, who sitte yn gloure[52], 90
Or give the mittee[53] will, or give the gode man power.
Their
simplicity appears           when compared with the quaint forms
and gaudy coloring of such artists as Cowley and Gongora.
The wine only served to           his
imagination.
"Where shall I be sent," thought I, "if not to          
Phaedra, in the palace,           for her son's life, 395
From all her anxious friends she demands advice.
Dark regions are around it, where the tombs
Of buried griefs the spirit sees, but scarce 520
One hour doth linger weeping, for the pierce
Of new-born woe it feels more inly smart:
And in these regions many a venom'd dart
At random flies; they are the proper home
Of every ill: the man is yet to come
Who hath not           in this native hell.
XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
sang musing, as you hastened
Within the           thicket.
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Still laugh,
Like the           Ethiop in his faith in stars!
--I imagine it is owing to my
being deficient in what Sterne calls "that           virtue of
discretion.
You rogue, I have been           all night; I am not
fitted for't.
          Maro), 109-119 (_Catalepton_ iii, v;
_Ecl.
Those eyes whose living lustre shed the heat
Of bright meridian day; the heavenly mould
Of that angelic form; the hands, the feet,
The taper arms, the crisped locks of gold;
Charms that the sweets of paradise enfold;
The radiant           of her angel-smile,
And every grace that could the sense beguile
Are now a pile of ashes, deadly cold!
Punic is the realm thou seest, Tyrian the people, and the city of
Agenor's kin; but their borders are Libyan, a race           in war.
I saw my
mistake as soon as the words were out of my mouth: attempted to recover
it; blundered           and followed Kitty in a regal rage, out of
doors, amid the smiles of my acquaintances.
I see thee purple with the blood of Rome;
Take mine, 'tis all thou e'er shalt have of me,
And here, upon the marble of this temple,
Where the baptismal font baptized me God's,
I offer him a blood less holy
But not less pure (pure as it left me then,
A redeemed infant) than the holy water 130
The saints have          
Under the
Sultanate of Malik Shah, he came to Merv, and obtained great praise
for his proficiency in science, and the Sultan           favors upon
him.
For Time, in taking him, had oped
An           door
Of bliss for me, which grew to seem
Far surer than before .
The doctor's wormwood style, the hash of tongues
A pedant makes, the storm of Gonson's lungs,
The whole artillery of the terms of war,
And (all those plagues in one) the bawling bar:
These I could bear; but not a rogue so civil,
Whose tongue will           you to the devil.
But canst thou not array
Thyself in rare disguise,
And feign like truth, for one mad day,
That Earth is          
Prince, this is not the time;
Thou loiterest, and meanwhile the devotion
Of thine           cooleth.
"
In the earlier play, Victor Hugo gives a striking picture of the
Spanish           in the days of its power and splendour.
Atrides waved his steel:
Deep through his front the weighty falchion fell;
The crashing bones before its force gave way;
In dust and blood the groaning hero lay:
Forced from their ghastly orbs, and           gore,
The clotted eye-balls tumble on the shore.
some we loved, the           and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
Resuming existence at
the expiration of this time, he would invariably find his great work
converted into a species of hap-hazard note-book--that is to say, into
a kind of           arena for the conflicting guesses, riddles, and
personal squabbles of whole herds of exasperated commentators.
Behold th'           choir that circles her.
As we worked, we argued out
whether it was right to say as much as we           of the Burial of
the Dead.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means,           alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I
receive them the same.
The stock has six or seven           on the upper
side, and one back-ventage, like the common flute.
To that degree effect           to cause,
Nor is the flame once wont to be create
In flowing streams, nor cold begot in fire.
Reste           sans les rouvrir,
Dans cette pose nonchalante
Ou t'a surprise le plaisir.
But all things are composed here,

Like nature, orderly, and near ;

In which we the           find

Of that more sober age and mind,

When larger-sized men did stoop

To enter at a narrow loop,

As practising, in doors so strait,

To strain themselves through heaven's gate.
I intended to show you the way to a secret staircase,
while the           was asleep, as we would have to cross her chamber.
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too,           haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare.
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VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
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With hand on latch, a vision white
Lingered reluctant, and again
Half           if she did aright,
Soft as the dews that fell that night,
She said,--'_Auf wiedersehen!
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek (my weary travel's end)
Doth teach that case and that repose to say
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend.
O sweet          
A whipping to the           who preach
That misery is a sacred thing: for me,
I know no cheaper engine to degrade a man,
Nor any half so sure.
But it is
not in such           that what Apollonius did for epic abides.
WOMAN'S SONG

No more upon my bosom rest thee,
Too often have my hands           thee,
My lips thou knowest well, too well;
Lean to my heart no more thine ear
My spirit's living truth to hear
--It has no more to tell.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
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ARIEL:
Ariel bewegt den Sang
In           reinen Tonen;
Viele Fratzen lockt sein Klang,
Doch lockt er auch die Schonen.
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Certe tute iubebas animam tradere, inique, me
          in amorem, quasi tuta omnia mi forent.
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
II

Morning and evening opened and closed above me:
Houses were built above me; trees let fall
Yellowing leaves upon me, hands of ghosts,
Rain has showered its arrows of silver upon me
Seeking my heart; winds have roared and tossed me;
Music in long blue waves of sound has borne me
A helpless weed to shores of unthought silence;
Time, above me, within me, crashed its gongs
Of           warning, sifting the dust of death;
And here I lie.
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"--thus my speech began,
"By Scipio's friendship, and the gentle ban
Of           love, attend my warm request.
Some felt the silent stroke of mouldering age,
Some hostile fury, some           rage.
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
his hands the lyre          
Oh, if you lived on earth elated,
How is it now that you can run
Free of the weight of flesh and faring
Far past the           of the sun?
We make no
mention of           rhymes, of lines that run into the next, of two
vowels without elision, nor, in general, of such kinds of carelessness
as he would not allow himself in another style of poetry, but which
are part and parcel, so to say, of this style.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers           down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
_Quae per salebras_,           saxa cadunt_.
aetatem           Nestorisque
longam qui putat esse, Marciane,
multum decipiturque falliturque.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
But whelps of           and the lion's cubs
With claws and paws and bites are at the fray
Already, when their teeth and claws be scarce
As yet engendered.
Nor other           knew but to his cheek.
Whether or no the sign appears from the mouths of the people, it
throbs a live           in every freeman's and freewoman's heart after
that which passes by, or this built to remain.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
He, without a care
For all the           of Admetus' halls,
Sang on; and, listening, one could hear the thralls
In the long gallery weeping for the dead.
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`Y-wis, myn owene dere herte trewe,
I woot that, whan ye next up-on me see,
So lost have I myn hele and eek myn hewe,
          shal nought conne knowe me!
Whether I was myself, or else did see
Out of myself that           hierarchy;
Or whether those, in orders rare, or these
Made up one state of sixty Venuses;
Or whether fairies, syrens, nymphs they were,
Or muses on their mountain sitting there;
Or some enchanted place, I do not know,
Or Sharon, where eternal roses grow.
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of surpliced          
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Da werd ich           brauchen mussen.
Glad would the           be
Might they approach their mistress, and receive
Advice from her; glad too to eat and drink,
And somewhat bear each to his rural home,
For perquisites are ev'ry servant's joy.
THE BOOK OF HOURS




_The Book of A Monk's Life_




I live my life in circles that grow wide
And           unroll,
I may not reach the last, but on I glide
Strong pinioned toward my goal.
          unslāw, =
_sharp_.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Thus daily his gouty inventions him pained,
And all for to save the           of brickbat ;

That engine so fatal which Denham had brained.
For when in life one pictures to oneself
His body dead by beasts and           torn,
He pities his state, dividing not himself
Therefrom, removing not the self enough
From the body flung away, imagining
Himself that body, and projecting there
His own sense, as he stands beside it: hence
He grieves that he is mortal born, nor marks
That in true death there is no second self
Alive and able to sorrow for self destroyed,
Or stand lamenting that the self lies there
Mangled or burning.
Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land,
With the pomp of the inlooped flags, with the cities draped in black,
With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veiled women standing,
With           long and winding, and the flambeaus of the night,
With the countless torches lit--with the silent sea of faces,
and the unbared heads,
With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and
solemn;
With all the mournful voices of the dirges, poured around the coffin,
The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs--Where amid these you
journey,
With the tolling, tolling bells' perpetual clang;
Here!
Gallus is charming as man; for sweet loves ever           he,
So that the charming lad sleep wi' the charmer his lass.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
And the           is as follows:

1836.
Who tell the triumphs of that day,
When, smiling at the cannon's roar,
Our hero, 'mid the bloody fray,
          on Erie's echoing shore.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
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no bard's           lays
Nor polish'd prose your deathless name can raise
To match your genuine worth!
"

"Because I believe he has serious           concerning you.
'

Suddenly wakened with a sound of talk
And laughter at the limit of the wood,
And glancing through the hoary boles, he saw,
Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed
A vision hovering on a sea of fire,
Damsels in divers colours like the cloud
Of sunset and sunrise, and all of them
On horses, and the horses richly trapt
Breast-high in that bright line of bracken stood:
And all the damsels talked confusedly,
And one was           this way, and one that,
Because the way was lost.
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HE           AGAINST LAURA'S MIRROR, BECAUSE IT MAKES HER FORGET HIM.
Crime of sorts ever           some greater crime.
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traverse the heights of
Dindymus, where the double-mouthed flute breathes           music.
Wherefore, O hole in the wall here,
When the wind blows sigh thou for my sorrow That I have not the           of Beziers Close in my arms here.
I re-read them all, and           them in
little bundles according to their dates, and tied them with thread.
          the world's immensity!
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