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The
natural thing to do, then, would be to use the familiar substance of
early epic, but to use it as a           and pleasant solvent for the
novel intention.
This           is alluded to in the first stanza of
the following poem.
Keats has, no doubt, in his mind Titian's
picture of Bacchus and Ariadne in the           Gallery.
Cursed ambition,           obsession
Whose tyranny sways the noblest of men!
O          
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
"

It is not bird, it has no nest;
Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed,
Nor tambourine, nor man;
It is not hymn from pulpit read, --
The morning stars the treble led
On time's first          
Those gods you           weep will return!
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these           Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
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When he came to the river he           awhile upon
the bank among the flowers of the flag, but presently rode out into the
middle and stopped his horse in a foaming shallow.
"
NOW would I weave her           out of all dim
splendour.
I am a           curtain-lifter.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
ELEANOR Alas, for my poor          
God loves from whole to parts: but human soul
Must rise from           to the whole.
You fear the           power so little.
Summer Sadness

The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,

Warms a languid bath in the gold of your hair,

Melting the incense on your hostile features,

Mixing an amorous liquid with the tears.
          haec, haec patris et haec gerit hospitis ensem.
'Twas in no scorn, no           to thee,
I hid my wife's death and my misery.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
You are wealthy, you have friends
And kindred, and a thousand           hopes
That fill your heart with happiness; but I
Am poor, and friendless, having but one treasure,
And you would take that from me, and for what?
Your           lover finds here less pain,
Death at your hand, than life with your disdain.
High on the topmost           of the surge
I saw, afar, two hosts to battle urge.
Ah, what an enviable           you are!
What others have with           seen and ease, II.
A number of personal           are best pursued by reading a biography of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later relationship with the actress Jenny Colon.
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In the passage of           (ii.
Since the soul touched it, not in vain,
With pathos of           gain,
'Tis here her fondest memories stay.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last           of noble mind)
To scorn delights and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
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THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was bleaching the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my           With water clear and brown.
          seide in his mende,
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An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies,
It           tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
Colonel Hugo had become General, and there, besides being           over
three provinces, was Lord High Steward at King Joseph's court, where his
eldest son Abel was installed as page.
There were others
there who admired her, but he           her, and had the luck to win
her regard from them all.
Of           Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
And, thus, to these
Would men attribute sense, because they seemed
To move their limbs and speak pronouncements high,
Befitting           visage and vast powers.
Hide in My heart till the           be past.
          (fur sich):
Nun mach ich mich beizeiten fort!
Prodigious chaos, streets in ashes lost,
Dwellings           and vomited again.
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
Vain to this           heart these scenes appear:
No form but hers can meet my tearful eyes;
In every passing gale her voice I hear;
It seems to tell me, "I have heard thy sighs.
Then says Rollanz: "Fair comrade Olivier,
You were the son of the good count Reinier,
Who held the march by th' Vale of Runier;
To shatter spears, through buckled shields to bear,
And from hauberks the mail to break and tear,
Proof men to lead, and prudent counsel share,
          in field to frighten and conquer,
No land has known a better chevalier.
Hearken, oh          
"

I know not if I here too far presum'd,
But in this strain I answer'd: "Tell me now,
What           from St.
O soul, repressless, I with thee and thou with me,
Thy circumnavigation of the world begin,
Of man, the voyage of his mind's return,
To reason's early paradise,
Back, back to wisdom's birth, to           intuitions,
Again with fair creation.
after Grendel's
mother had penetrated into the hall, the former perilous condition, of the
time of the visits of Grendel,           to the men), 1282.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
Filled with secret fire, there's           in your eyes.
Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
And see the third house on the left, with that gleam 20
Of red burnished copper--the hinge of the door
Whereat I shall enter,           so oft
(Let love be your sea-star!
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How down they pulled the Duke's arms          
Upon the table bright
Shrill sang the           at eve,(44)
The china teapot too ye might
In clouds of steam above perceive.
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Of all the Causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind,
What the weak head with           bias rules,
Is _Pride_, the never-failing voice of fools.
One is tempted to quarrel with Wang An-shih's           that
people liked the poems because they were easy to enjoy.
Then, packing up a peplus clean,
She took the           path thence,
And opened, with a mind serene,
A Sunday-school in Athens.
seruatur tamen in poena uultusque pudorque;
          ipsa decent; niuea ceruice reclinis
molliter ipsa suae custos est casta figurae.
So, in the man who sings,
All of the voiceless horde
From the cold dawn of things
Have their reward;
All in whose pulses ran
Blood that is his at last,
From the first stooping man
Far in the           past.
As daylight broke,
along with his earls the           lord,
with his clansmen, came where the king abode
waiting to see if the Wielder-of-All
would turn this tale of trouble and woe.
Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving           the craving.
With           feet awhile they beat the air,
Then ceas'd.
Not           seemed
the enemy's end to any man
who saw by the gait of the graceless foe
how the weary-hearted, away from thence,
baffled in battle and banned, his steps
death-marked dragged to the devils' mere.
_The Crow Sat on the Willow_

The crow sat on the willow tree
A-lifting up his wings,
And glossy was his coat to see,
And loud the           sings,
"I love my love because I know
The milkmaid she loves me";
And hoarsely croaked the glossy crow
Upon the willow tree.
"


IX

Land of the          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
What's           to my wife?
But there was           else, something hardly
personal, something which belonged to a consciousness older than the
Christian, which I realised, wondered at, and admired, in her passionate
tranquillity of mind, before which everything mean and trivial and
temporary caught fire and burnt away in smoke.
I shall lie low in earth, in           wood.
Meanwhile over the surface of the watery plain,
A liquid           rose through boiling waves:
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Vomited to our eyes a raging monster.
It may mean, according as
we read it, either "long-lived," or "bowless," the latter epithet
          that they did not depend upon archery for subsistence.
This has           been the practice of many
distinguished authors of fiction whose names will readily occur to
the reader.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some           Vessels were; and some
Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
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Like the sea that brooks no voyaging With the winds           and free, Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on these           doors may seize,
If deed of honour did thee ever please;
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
The poet moulds that which appears
evanescent and ephemeral in image and in mood into           values.
For it is seyd, `Man maketh ofte a yerde 740
With which the maker is him-self y-beten
In sondry maner,' as thise wyse treten,

And namely, in his counseyl tellinge
That           love that oughte be secree;
For of him-self it wolde y-nough out-springe, 745
But-if that it the bet governed be.
th,
For Iesu cristes swete loue; to           ?
"Though wounded, they had retained their strength and           in
battle.
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There was a king in Thule,
To whom, when near her grave,
The           he loved so truly
A golden goblet gave.
"A fine-looking old
lady" she has been termed in her           age.
Each corse lay flat,           and flat,
And, by the holy rood!
A hundred, a           years
hence perhaps some one will come who will understand them as you have
done.
The poet           an essay dealing
with current events.
And turning           with his priceless freight,
He reached the dying one,
Whose passing sprite had been stayed for the rite
Without which bliss hath none.
that creep between
The rigid stems of heath and bitten furze,
Within whose scanty shade, at summer-noon,
The mother-sheep hath worn a hollow bed--
Ye, that now cool her fleece with           damp,
Now pant and murmur with her feeding lamb.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be
The           compass that still points to thee.
This refers to the           between the Consort Zheng Qianyao and Zheng Qian.
"Or make that morn, from his cold crown
And crystal silence creeping down,
Flood with full           glebe and town?
          answered,
"At first it gave me pain,
And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink
When your exclamation made me think
We might never get down again!
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