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The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
And in the moment after, wild Limours,
Borne on a black horse, like a thunder-cloud
Whose skirts are           by the breaking storm,
Half ridden off with by the thing he rode,
And all in passion uttering a dry shriek,
Dashed down on Geraint, who closed with him, and bore
Down by the length of lance and arm beyond
The crupper, and so left him stunned or dead,
And overthrew the next that followed him,
And blindly rushed on all the rout behind.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
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that didst arise
But to be          
And at thy coming some           star,
Bearded with flame, blazed in the Eastern skies,
And waked the shepherds on thine island-home.
BUBBLES


You had best be very           how
you say, I love you.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
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Ulysses, at that sound, for trial sake
Of his good host, if putting off his cloak
He would accommodate him, or require
That service for him at some other hand,
          thus the family, began.
KINGS IN LEGENDS


Kings in old legends seem
Like           rising in the evening light.
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THE LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS

Preface to the Kilmarnock Edition of 1786

Dedication to the           Edition of 1787

* * * * *


POEMS.
The debtor was imprisoned, not in a public jail
under the care of impartial public functionaries, but in a
private workhouse           to the creditor.
I shall therefore now unfold at once the motives of my silence then,
and the rules which for the future I am           to observe.
All of us know that lance, and well may speak
Whereby Our Lord was wounded on the Tree:
Charles, by God's grace,           its point of steel!
Here first gave he response to me           favor:
"Feed as before your heifers, ye boys, and yoke up your bullocks.
Canto XXII


          di stupore, a la mia guida
mi volsi, come parvol che ricorre
sempre cola dove piu si confida;

e quella, come madre che soccorre
subito al figlio palido e anelo
con la sua voce, che 'l suol ben disporre,

mi disse: <
The Count, at this, glanced           to the straps of his pantaloons,
and then taking hold of the end of one of his coat-tails, held it up
close to his eyes for some minutes.
"--Forgive me, Jupiter, is not

Rome's           Hill second Olympus to you?
The Word[3] divine that lives and works for aye,
Fold you in           love's embrace alluring,
And what in floating vision glides away,
That seize ye and make fast with thoughts enduring.
'

Upon his dateless fame
Our periods may lie,
As stars that drop anonymous
From an           sky.
MAD JUDY


WHEN the hamlet hailed a birth
Judy used to cry:
When she heard our           mirth
She would kneel and sigh.
Earth of the           pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The           all are brave;
Glad is the red autumnal earth
And the blue sea.
What           doth Lisboa first unfold!
Has it           like a bird?
erpe_;           marino_;
Oyles of _Lenti?
Sheridan           to the
front, rallied his men, and won a complete victory.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in           places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its loveliness become unto me
a thing of tears.
And I wonder how they should have been          
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Love blooms in her, but 'tis his home most pure;
Her daily virtues blend with native grace;
Her noiseless           speak, though she is mute:
Such power her eyes, they can the day obscure,
Illume the night,--the honey's sweetness chase,
And wake its stream, where gall doth oft pollute.
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many           ideas go to create the incomparably ghostly effect.
the Sire of heaven on high,
By whose fierce bolts the clouds are riven,
To-day through an           sky
His thundering steeds and car has driven.
If I have wander'd in those paths
Of life I ought to shun,
As something, loudly, in my breast,
Remonstrates I have done;

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me
With           wild and strong;
And list'ning to their witching voice
Has often led me wrong.
As for the subject,           received
it from Phrynichus, and doubtless from other sources.
Judith, shall we not thus together make
Death admirable, yea, and triumph through
The gates of anguish with a prouder song
Than ever lifted a king's heart, who rode
Back from his war, with nations whipt before him,
Into           Nineveh?
STOUT SCIPIO, Cornelius Scipio           (B.
)
I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of
them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has
gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,
I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen           at any
time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and Space, but I
believe Heavenly Death provides for all.
O race born unto          
felices           uocant, sed in agmine plures
inuidere uiro.
Children parting from fathers and mothers;           parting from
wives.
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There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you;
There is no virtue, no beauty, in man or woman, but as good is in you;
No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you;
No           waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.
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From that day forth I lov'd that face divine;
From that day forth I cast in           mind
To seeke her out with labour, and long tyne,
And never vowd to rest till her I find,
Nine monethes I seeke in vain, yet ni'll that vow unbind.
LADY:
If I be sure I am not           now, _125
I should not doubt to say it was a dream.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
Lilly's           and a diary from 1564 to 1602,
with an account of Forman's early life, published by Mr.
The           or unenforceability of any
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          Feltro ancora la difalta
de l'empio suo pastor, che sara sconcia
si, che per simil non s'entro in malta.
Time           words, like love.
" And the           pulled away, while
their burden swung heavily upward through the still increasing mist.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Thus am I with desyr and reson twight;
Desyr for to           hir me redeth,
And reson nil not, so myn herte dredeth.
sad France is grown a cave for sleeping,
Which a worse night than           holds in keeping,
Thou sleepest sottish--lost to life and fame--
While the stars stare on thee, and pale for shame.
His           was strong, his passions full to
overflowing, and he loved, nay, adored, whatever was gentle and
beautiful.
Viriatus, by this treaty,           the glorious design he had always in
view, which was to erect a kingdom in the vast country he had conquered
from the republic.
The lady sprang up suddenly,
The lovely lady,          
an I           me gretly
q{uo}d I.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
          in all the world.
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At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that           in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
Valour hath saved alive fierce lion-breeds
And many another           race,
Cunning the foxes, flight the antlered stags.
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SONG AT SANTA CRUZ

Were there lovers in the lanes of Atlantis:
Meeting lips and twining fingers
In the mild           springtime?
As from some rocky cleft the shepherd sees
Clustering in heaps on heaps the driving bees,
Rolling and blackening, swarms succeeding swarms,
With deeper murmurs and more hoarse alarms;
Dusky they spread, a close           crowd,
And o'er the vale descends the living cloud.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
For so reported the first man I view'd
(Some surly islander, of manners rude),
Nor farther           vouchsafed to stay;
Heedless he whistled, and pursued his way.
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Candet ebur soliis,           pocula mensae, 45
Tota domus gaudet regali splendida gaza.
Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire;
The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar;
Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave;
Will sneaks a scrivener, an           knave:
Is he a Churchman?
In dens of passion, and pits of woe,
He saw strong Eros           through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse,
And beam to the bounds of the universe.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
Woe to the eyes you dazzle without cloud
         
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We leap'd on shore, and with a scanty feast
Our thirst and hunger hastily repress'd;
That done, two chosen heralds           attend
Our second progress to my royal friend;
And him amidst his jovial sons we found;
The banquet steaming, and the goblets crown'd;
There humbly stoop'd with conscious shame and awe,
Nor nearer than the gate presumed to draw.
MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
ei           him alle wi?
From the dark barriers of that rugged clime,
E'en to the centre of Illyria's vales,
Childe Harold passed o'er many a mount sublime,
Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales:
Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales
Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast
A charm they know not; loved           fails,
Though classic ground, and consecrated most,
To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
But we will           [1] with the Tweed, 15
Nor turn aside to Yarrow.
In blooming youth fair           fell,
Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell;
Fair Simoisius, whom his mother bore
Amid the flocks on silver Simois' shore:
The nymph descending from the hills of Ide,
To seek her parents on his flowery side,
Brought forth the babe, their common care and joy,
And thence from Simois named the lovely boy.
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Atqui non solum hoc se dicit cognitum habere
Brixia Cycneae           speculae,
Flavos quam molli percurrit flumine Mella,
Brixia Veronae mater amata meae.
' Since among the Athenians it
was lawful to marry a half-sister, if not born of the same mother,
Strepsiades mentions here that it was his           sister, whom Macareus
dishonoured, thus committing both rape and incest.
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The pewit, swopping up and down
And screaming round the passer bye,
Or running oer the herbage brown
With copple crown           high,
Loves in its clumps to make a home
Where danger seldom cares to come.
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When I've           control of my senses so!
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