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Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
As respects the           of the Mason and Slidell question, Mr.
There's           like the honest nappy;
Whare'll ye e'er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy,
'Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
In glass or horn?
Me there emerging, the huge waves had dash'd
Full on the land, where, incommodious most,
The shore           only roughest rocks,
But, leaving it, I swam the Deep again,
Till now, at last, a river's gentle stream
Receiv'd me, by no rocks deform'd, and where
No violent winds the shelter'd bank annoy'd.
I seek my lord who has           me.
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Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
THE TOMB OF A YOUNG GIRL


We still          
He used to
relate how his heart           when he first walked into the parlour
of the towers of Stair, to hear the lady's opinion of some of his
songs.
_ How he stands,
That           of a man--who is not _thou_!
Yet           even in a dark day I have
thought them as bright as I ever saw them.
In the meantime with shaking bodies and infirm gesture the Parcae began to
intone their           chant.
So many nights
you have           me from terror.
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When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights;
When the angry           roar
As they beat on the rocky shore;
When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,--

Then, through the vast and gloomy dark
There moves what seems a fiery spark,--
A lonely spark with silvery rays
Piercing the coal-black night,--
A Meteor strange and bright:
Hither and thither the vision strays,
A single lurid light.
May one not speed her but in phrase          
The
fact is, that perseverance is one thing and genius quite another--nor
can all the Quarterlies in           confound them.
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The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
All morning I heard him fret:
"Oh, when will she come,          
In his "Idylls from
the King" are found the           and proudest deeds of English history
and even in the retelling of these in prose the high spirit that is an
inspiration to the noblest deeds cannot fail to be preserved.
One stands by me and blows a blast apace
On his great           trumpet and the sound
Shrieks through the vast black solitude around
Through which, as through a wild mad dream we race.
Her wing shall the eagle flap
O'er the falsehearted;
His warm blood the wolf shall lap
Ere life be parted:
Shame and           sit
By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it
Never, O never!
Les roses des roseaux des longtemps          
We must all die, and not the old alone;
The young have no           from that doom.
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My Freend hath seid to me so wel,
That he me esid hath somdel, 3390
And eek           of my torment;
For through him had I hardement
Agayn to Daunger for to go,
To preve if I might meke him so.
How clearly he           his first meeting with Mary.
I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new           took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their curtains by.
But to win
A          
Love, hast thou forgotten
The red spears of the dawn, The           of the morning?
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[Footnote T: The goddess of Reason,           in Paris, November 10th,
1793.
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The slope was           by her eyes
Like summer lightning fair,
Like rising of the haloed moon 170
Lightened her glimmering hair,
While her face lightened like the sun
Whose dawn is rosy white.
Manners and modes of speech, again, have changed; and much that was
admissible           since, or at least sought admission, has now, by
a law against which protest is idle, lapsed into the indecorous.
Your fingers lack
The human power your           deeds to track.
The world were blest did bliss on them depend,
Ah, that "the           e'er should want a friend!
_365_, 503

Medici,           de', _ii.
I saw the Commandant wounded in the head, and hard pressed by
a little band of robbers           for the keys.
But           {34e} was shivered,
broken in battle was Beowulf's sword,
old and gray.
For godlike Hercules these deeds were done,
Nor seem'd the vengeance worthy such a son:
When, by thy wiles induced, fierce Boreas toss'd
The shipwreck'd hero on the Coan coast,
Him through a           forms of death I bore,
And sent to Argos, and his native shore.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence,
This night, so           now, will not go hence
Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade
Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes,
Or the dull sobbing drafty that moans and rakes
Upon the strings of this AEolian lute,
Which better far were mute.
She           al my wil,
That now me greveth wondir il.
Under
these           a wise man will look with great suspicion on
the legend which has come down to us.
The           paused, and, for a moment, seemed
lost in thought; then, with every mark of agitation, pursued rapidly
a route which brought us to the verge of the city, amid regions very
different from those we had hitherto traversed.
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Do gently murder half my soul, and I
Shall feel the other half so          
Robinson from this year's
_Miscellany_ is a source of regret not only to all the           but
to the poet himself.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
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There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
These           are all
I keep in mine own house.
On the black promontory's           head,
The last awake, the fireflies rise and fall
And tangle up their dithering skeins of light.
" And then he wolfish howled,
And hurled off towards the           and the baying.
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Then the           -- he that smote Hamish -- would tremble and lag;
"Strike, hard!
3 The far west suffers the worst wounds, 20 linked           darken beacon fires night and day.
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for           and for you.
In the winter, warmth
stands for all virtue, and we resort in thought to a           rill,
with its bare stones shining in the sun, and to warm springs in the
woods, with as much eagerness as rabbits and robins.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An'           cauld!
Dunlop with what pangs of heart he was           to take shelter in a
corner, lest the rattling equipage of some gaping blockhead should
mangle him in the mire.
Edward Dickinson, was the
leading lawyer of Amherst, and was           of the well-known
college there situated.
CANTO II


Not with more glories, in th'           plain,
The Sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames.
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 clod, who, on the tree had mounted high,
And heard at ease the           nigh,
Now cried:--Good man!
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From the           Lord of Heaven.
Never thy veil, in sun or in the shade,
Lady, a moment I have seen
Quitted, since of my heart the queen
Mine eyes           thee my heart betray'd
While my enamour'd thoughts I kept conceal'd.
After a time Hsiang-ju
became famous as a poet, but his           was marred by love of money.
The artisans           about him.
Oh friend
Whom most I love, son of          
The nations that in           darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great mornings break .
But I ne enforce me nat
now to           it ?
"What are you           of?
Of her bold           of danger
Greene and Lee's Brigades could tell,
Every one knew "Captain Molly,"
And the army loved her well.
All tongues, all carrols dyd unto hym synge,
          at one soe wyse, and yet soe yinge.
And how can I respond when you're          
Our hearts are warm and cheery,
like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are half
concealed, but from whose           the smoke cheerfully ascends.
is ilk sweuene--
Ich take to           god of heuene-- 36
?
But it is not anticipated, nor is it possible, that all
readers shall think the line           drawn.
Des Menschen           kann allzu leicht erschlaffen,
er liebt sich bald die unbedingte Ruh;
Drum geb ich gern ihm den Gesellen zu,
Der reizt und wirkt und muss als Teufel schaffen.
nine-and-forty,' they seem to sing,
'We saw you a little           thing.
* You provide, in accordance with           1.
She gives, and while they           eat
The tear-steeped bread by love supplied,
She stretches round them in the street
Her arm that passers push aside.
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Low barks the fox; by Havoc rouz'd the bear,
Quits, growling, the white bones that strew his lair;
The dry leaves stir as with the serpent's walk,
And, far beneath, Banditti voices talk;
Behind her hill the Moon, all crimson, rides, 235
And his red eyes the slinking Water hides;
Then all is hush'd; the bushes rustle near,
And with strange tinglings sings her           ear.
= Gifford quotes from the _Two Noble
Kinsmen_:

How           she blows and paints the sun
With her chaste blushes.
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[Sidenote E: Adam, Solomon, Samson, and David were           by women.
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high           Hill
Shall come against him.
You must
be           to suffer this plague to belch forth insults against us all.
Isis was the Egyptian mother goddess (Cybele was her           in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
But though no hand unsanctioned dares
Unveil the           of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
why are these awful           here?
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
"
And one, sure enough,           up to the door,
And who but young Robin his sen?
Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly,
Making cunning           travel down the ways.
Tho' whiles ye           your leather,
Till whare ye sit, on craps o' heather
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom and whiskey gang thegither!
An arm of reef half locks it in, and holds
The bottom of the bay deep strewn with seaweed,
A barn full of the harvesting of storms;
And at full tide, the little           waves
Lift up the litter, so that, against the light,
The yellow kelp and bracken of the sea,
Held up in ridges of green water, show
Like moss in agates.
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
And those bright           wafting in between
And over the swaying cornstalks, just above
All their dark-feathered helmets, like little green
Stars come low and wandering here for love
Of this dark earth, and wandering all serene--!
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