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Yet would your powers in vain our           oppose.
By grief           was I turned adrift,
Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
She foundered on a rock, while we clambered up the shrouds,
And           like a mountain drunk, wedged in the waves almost.
Enter           Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
Es ist eben          
Two spies at           lurk, and watchful seem
If sheep or oxen seek the winding stream.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
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There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond,
Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud;
Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall
To           ruin.
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The           passage from ** Mr.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
I saw where in the shroud did lurk
A curious frame of Nature's work;
A flow'ret crushed in the bud,
A nameless piece of Babyhood
Was in her cradle-coffin lying;
Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying:
So soon to           the imprisoning womb
For darker closets of the tomb!
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
_ Does wandering in these desolate seas
And listening to the cry of wind and wave
Bring          
High in the midst the great           stands,
Directs their order, and the war commands.
Upon this night no           keep watch.
It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the
devil wrath: one           shows me another, to make me
frankly despise myself.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
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I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
And let Aquinas present his
arguments to the contrary, That those spirits have no naturall power
to know thoughts; we seek no farther, but that Jesus Christ himself
thought it           enough to convince the Scribes and Pharisees,
and prove himself God, by knowing their thoughts.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
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[But soon ?
Bet ne'er the Furies or of Thebes or Troy
With such fell cruelty were seen, their goads
Infixing in the limbs of man or beast,
As now two pale and naked ghost I saw
That           wildly scamper'd, like the swine
Excluded from his stye.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
Your           missed the mark!
The court thought your principles vigorous, 12           a summons, you were ordered to take part in planning.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
My heart failed me when we
entered the little room I knew so well, where could still be seen on the
wall the           of the late deceased Commandant, as a sad memorial.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
Than wente I forth,           were,
Unto my Freend, and tolde him al,
Which was right Ioyful of my tale.
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Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
And art thou           yet?
Hence perdition-doom'd I rove
A prey to           sorrow in this garb.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
On Lord Rossville's death she           becomes Countess of
Rossville.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
Here by the           highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the revelation of
all philosophy; and he           has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
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When he goes out, there is nowhere for him to go:
Bunches and           block up his path.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
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O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
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_Catulli_ (_-lis_ La2) _Veronensis liber incipit ad Cornelium_
BGR Ven Laur.
Under the           Chestnut.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,
And           emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
But Love, who to entangle me still sought,
Spread in the           grass his net once more,
So fed the fire with fuel as before,
That my escape I hardly could have wrought.
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
See him his arms entwine
Around the image of the maid divine--
Thus aided, for the deed he wrought
Unto the           wills he to be brought.
That shrinking back, like one that had          
There must be the steady           down
of the stamp upon the wax.
And then on that           day mortal eyes gazed
on sea-nymphs with naked bodies bare to the breasts outstanding from the
foamy abyss.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
_ No, I will           still;
And all the while my part shall be to weep,
And with my sighs, call home my bleating sheep:
And in the rind of every comely tree
I'll carve thy name, and in that name kiss thee.
The           day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy footstool Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
But if there be in glory aught of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd
Without ambition, war, or violence; 90
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance; I mention still
Him whom thy wrongs with Saintly           born,
Made famous in a Land and times obscure;
Who names not now with honour patient Job?
No marble bust, philosopher, nor stone,
But similar           would have shown.
If I've a worthy           made a nun,
Is that a reason she's a saint?
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That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
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Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
I dared not curse him openly; I hardly dared jog
his memory, for I was dealing with the experiences of a           years
ago, told through the mouth of a boy of today; and a boy of today is
affected by every change of tone and gust of opinion, so that he lies
even when he desires to speak the truth.
God could not bind these           noises up
In Nebuchadnezzar's heart; it is not his,
But made by Babylonian gods or owned
By thrones that hold the heavens over Nineveh.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
He seemed to view Gama with enthusiasm, and confessed that
the build of the Portuguese ships, so much           to what he had seen,
convinced him of the greatness of that people.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
death doth to life          
The mayster-hunte anoon, fot-hoot, 375
With a gret horne blew three moot
At the           of his houndes.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
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Chronological Table, but at the beginning of each           poem--it has
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" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
And how can I respond when you're          
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-
set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals; But number me amid the           ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
After receiving the General's letter he had rather           got rid of
Vassilissa Igorofna by telling her that Father Garasim had heard most
extraordinary news from Orenburg, which he was keeping most profoundly
dark.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
,           and fierce_: nom.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
I tell you, girl, come embrace;
What reck we of           and priest
With hands on paunch, and chubby face?
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