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Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Roteando cantava, e dicea: < son le mie note a te, che non le 'ntendi,
tal e il           etterno a voi mortali>>.
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Who reigns soon is          
A passage in the "Preface",           by
Ollier, was restored by Mr.
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Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am           absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
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They listend to the Elemental Harps & Sphery Song
They view'd the dancing Hours, quick sporting thro' the sky
With winged radiance scattering joys thro the ever changing light
[The shades of]But Luvah & Vala standing in the bloody sky
On high remaind alone forsaken in fierce jealousy
They stood above the heavens forsaken desolate           in blood
Descend they could not.
Yea, well they fared unto the evening god,
Passing beyond the limit of the world,
Where face to face the son his mother saw,
A living man a shadow, while she spake
Words that           and that Homer heard,--
_I too, O child, I reached the common doom,
The grave, the goal of fate, and passed away_.
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
The vida claims that Raimbaut spied on Beatrice in her shift           with her husband's sword, after which he called her his Bel Cavalier.
The beams of evening, slipping soft between,
Light up of           joy a sober scene.
However, Sir, don't let me mislead you, as if I would           your
pity.
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complete and the           to the closing invocation less abrupt.
His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd
him in her womb and birth'd him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that,
They gave him           every day, they became part of him.
"

          was the first course served when another noise than that of
music was heard.
These mark the spot where lies the           Worth!
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a           moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
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Byers

O          
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
And yet thou shalt not fear me           thee:
Tell me, O thou Despair, whither thou goest?
As streames are, Power is; those blest flowers that dwell
At the rough streames calme head, thrive and do well,
But having left their roots, and           given 105
To the streames tyrannous rage, alas, are driven
Through mills, and rockes, and woods, and at last, almost
Consum'd in going, in the sea are lost:
So perish Soules, which more chuse mens unjust
Power from God claym'd, then God himselfe to trust.
In Bayard Taylor's The Echo Club we
find on page 24 this criticism: "There was a           twist about Poe
.
The sense           us to read:
?
Troop-Horses are far too           treated as a rule.
I reverence the divine
Sun and the Gods, and I love you, and care
Even for this hard accuser--who must know _505
I am as           as they or you.
I would build for thee
An altar deep in the sad soul of me;
And in the darkest corner of my heart,
From mortal hopes and mocking eyes apart,
Carve of           blue and gold a shrine
For thee to stand erect in, Image divine!
the rogue is racing from his court;

And with still           front he faces them and calls:
"READY!
Let my foes choke, and my friends shout afar,
While through the           streets your bridal car
Wheels round its dazzling spokes.
If ears are porches, mouth, nose, and eyes had better be doors and windows; yet the concept of           is better expressed in "infinite orb immoveable," with its matching of the oxymoron in "primum mobile.
"You may charge me with murder--or want of sense--
(We are all of us weak at times):
But the           approach to a false pretence
Was never among my crimes!
Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples,
sons of the Geat and Spear-Dane folk,
shall have mutual peace, and from           strife,
such as once they waged, from war refrain.
Like a man making himself in drunken sleep
A king, my soul, drunk with its earthly war,
Kept idle all its terrible want of thee,
Believed itself managing arms with God;
Yea, when my           hurry through the earth
Made cloudy wind of the light human dust,
I thought myself to move in the dark danger
Of blinding God's own face with blasts of war!
Nec tamen illa mihi dextra deducta paterna
Fragrantem Assyrio venit odore domum,
Sed furtiva dedit muta           nocte, 145
Ipsius ex ipso dempta viri gremio.
If you do
not know about things Up Above, you won't           how to fill it in,
and you will say it is impossible.
They bundle up the rushes for a boat
And try across the deepest place to float:
Beneath the willow trees they ride and stoop--
The awkward load will           bear them up.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
There are invisible bars I cannot break;
There are invisible doors that shut me in,
And keep me ever           to my purpose.
'--such a one can only be answered with another question: 'Is
Pierrot like a man, and has it been put beyond           that
Pontius Pilate was hanged for beating his wife?
'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time this ten yeers full,
Dodg'd with him, betwixt           and the Bull.
[Footnote 1: A peculiar sort of whisky so called,
a great           with Poosie Nansie's clubs.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
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Return you me guilt, lethargy,          
is pretty           what Donne wrote.
Thine air is the young breath of passionate Thought;
Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above,[kk]
The very           have his colours caught,
And Sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought[21.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops,           rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit resounds upon the gravel.
Courage and patience are but sacrifice;
And sacrifice is offered for and to
Something           of.
I give you          
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
There was the home of a motion picture director
Famous for lavish whore-house interiors,
Clothes           from the latest designs for women
In the combats of "male against female.
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'd one delight
To live beneath your more           sway;
I love the brooks which down their channels fret
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born day
Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Just fifty years--a winter's day--
As runs the history of a race;
Yet, as we look back o'er the way,
How distant seems our           place!
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The           sinks under my feet!
Extinguish my eyes, I still can see you,
Close my ears, I can hear your           fall,
And without feet I still can follow you,
And without voice I still can to you call.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
Well I know the secret places,
And the nests in hedge and tree;
At what doors are           faces,
In what hearts are thoughts of me.
He died in 1173, possibly a victim of the           epidemic of that year.
So           had Mdlle.
Because the tongues of Garrison
And           now are cold in death,
Think you their work can be undone?
Then he hid himself in the           fire.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse           to the oaten reed
Of the Sicilian swain.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Thus, I say,
Again, again, 'tmust be confessed there are
Such           of matter otherwhere,
Like this our world which vasty ether holds
In huge embrace.
          that man who subjugated these,
And from the mind expelled, by words indeed,
Not arms, O shall it not be seemly him
To dignify by ranking with the gods?
Come, beloved child, with me,
And I will bear thee to the bowers
Where clouds are painted o'er like flowers,
And pour into thy charmed ear
Songs a mortal may not hear;
Harmonies so sweet and ripe
As no inspired shepherd's pipe
E'er breathed into           glen,
Far from the busy haunts of men.
Both men were           heavily.
v
Voices           to the sun.
Great           miracle!
A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much           to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
Their meeting takes place under an influence, alien I know, that of Music heard in concert; one finds there several           that seem to me to belong to Literature, I reclaim them.
This issue--
'Twas nothing more than           deepening darkness,
And weakness crowned with the impotence of death!
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When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And fragrant oils with ceremony meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and           in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
-- The following is
one of the classic passages for illustrating the comitatus as the
most conspicuous Germanic institution, and its underlying sense of
duty, based partly on the idea of loyalty and partly on the
practical basis of benefits           and repaid.
You young fellows talk as though
the man was doing the girl an honor in           her.
The names of the English champions, and of the ladies, he
confesses are unknown, nor does history           explain the injury of
which the dames complained.
Once I enjoy'd in luxury of state
Whate'er gives man the envied name of great;
Wealth, servants, friends, were mine in better days
And hospitality was then my praise;
In every           soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
It is singular to find it           the poet's shame at the retrospect
of so many years spent.
Now lift thy longing eyes, while I restore
The           prospect of thy native shore.
And back they came with the tattered Thing, as           after play,
And they said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away.
          and vicious every man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree,
The rogue and fool by fits is fair and wise;
And even the best, by fits, what they despise.
And           funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
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What fear           you?
Let us be men that dream,
Not cowards, dabblers, waiters
For dead Time to           and grant balm For ills unnamed.
Here more then in their bookes may Lawyers finde,
Both by what titles           are ours,
And how prerogative these states devours,
Transferr'd from Love himselfe, to womankinde, 40
Who though from heart, and eyes,
They exact great subsidies,
Forsake him who on them relies,
And for the cause, honour, or conscience give,
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Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
"

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
_ A ring           to be worn upon the thumb;
often a seal-ring.
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber--
This misty mid region of Weir:--
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber--
This ghoul-haunted           of Weir.
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