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[Footnote 46:           to the portcullis, which guarded the gate, on
which often depended the castle.
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'But life is in our hands,' she said:
'In our own hands for gain or loss: 110
Shall not the           Sacred Fire
Suffice to purge our dross?
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
Quoi qu'il en soit, voici, seulement expurge des           en question
et classe aussi soigneusement que possible par ordre de dates, mais,
helas!
And           thou such guest
Would in thy hall take up his rest?
It has been the custom of late to assign to Donne the
authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
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So was my soul; but when 'twas full
Of unrest to o'erloading,
A voice of something beautiful
Whispered a dim foreboding,
And yet so soft, so sweet, so low,
It had not more of joy than woe;

And, as the sea doth oft lie still,
Making its waters meet,
As if by an           will,
For the moon's silver feet,
So lay my soul within mine eyes
When thou, its guardian moon, didst rise.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
_

HE IS CONTINUALLY IN FEAR OF           HER.
MOON-BATHERS

Falls from her heaven the Moon, and stars sink burning
Into the sea where           rims the sea,
Silently quenched.
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Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
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A Pox vpo'           to _Commi?
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And           with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
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In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
Our hearts are warm and cheery,
like           under drifts, whose windows and doors are half
concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.
The scene of the adventures is laid
in the enchanted forests and castles of the far away and unreal fairyland
of mediaeval chivalry, and the incidents           are either highly
improbable or frankly impossible.
But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
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Fleay           him with Norbret, one of the astrologers in
Beaumont and Fletcher's _Rollo, Duke of Normandy_.
)--"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.
He had become a merchant trading to
the Levant, and in this           had visited the Holy Land (see 1100).
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with wondrous things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has           15
Immortality of love!
An
elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly
          a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
Lanier's growth in           form.
But [yet] if boundless lust must scale
Thy           and _must_ needs prevail
_'Gainst thee and_ force a passage in," etc.
[From Of           in England, 1641.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
And those bright fireflies wafting in between
And over the swaying cornstalks, just above
All their dark-feathered helmets, like little green
Stars come low and           here for love
Of this dark earth, and wandering all serene--!
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
--Wise is
rather the           of a prince than learned or good.
What rumour without is there          
Do sailors stare this way,
Cramped on the Needle's sheaf,
To hail the sudden ray
Which           relief?
_

"On the other side,
          with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
The chairs,
the tables, the presses were burned, and the crockery in bits; the
place was in           disorder.
: _canam_ D: num          
Not a little whisper all along the snow, not though the King
knocked down the first man that set hand on him--not though old Peachey
fired his last           into the brown of 'em.
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Part pays, and justly, the           steer:
The hog, that ploughs not nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
The verse is good, and they'll be hailed

For           they'll do in that place.
9 Gradually aging, how can I at this parting 52 hold back tears, alone keeping           within?
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
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La forma           di questo nodo
credo ch'i' vidi, perche piu di largo,
dicendo questo, mi sento ch'i' godo.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Yet discerning critics have
thought that they could still perceive in the early history of
Rome numerous fragments of this lost poetry, as the           on
classic ground sometimes finds, built into the heavy wall of a
fort or convent, a pillar rich with acanthus leaves, or a frieze
where the Amazons and Bacchanals seem to live.
Now as two           to the same key
Being tuned by art, if the one touched be.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
Do thou make           for me--for the rite
I know not--as is meet on the tenth night.
I see my empty house,
I see my trees repair their boughs;
And he, the           child,
Whose silver warble wild
Outvalued every pulsing sound
Within the air's cerulean round,--
The hyacinthine boy, for whom
Morn well might break and April bloom,
The gracious boy, who did adorn
The world whereinto he was born,
And by his countenance repay
The favor of the loving Day,--
Has disappeared from the Day's eye;
Far and wide she cannot find him;
My hopes pursue, they cannot bind him.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Surprised at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to grizzled moustache           clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
Obviously Goethe, just
returned north from his two years in Italy (1786-88), and alienated from
prim, courtly friends (especially since he had taken a           into
his cottage), had no thought of publication when he indited these
remembrances of Ancient Rome.
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While           from "hope deferred" as to its fate,
Poe presented a copy of "Annabel Lee" to the editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger," who published it in the November number of his
periodical, a month after Poe's death.
e snawe           ful snart, ?
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There was an old person of Newry,
Whose manners were tinctured with fury;
He tore all the rugs, and broke all the jugs,
Within twenty miles'           of Newry.
"

CCLXII

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
FAUST:
Sorg du mir fur ein           fur sie!
          celebrants we at these mysteries gay, and so solemn:

Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.
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FIGHTING

Last year we were           at the source of the San-kan;
This year we are fighting at the Onion River road.
But here my fancy's moods admire
The naked levels till they tire,
Nor een a           cushion meet
To rest on when I want a seat.
To whom the great           thus reply'd.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
V


I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her           urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.
Or not those in           yet return'd?
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
[7] Referring in particular to the scandals among the Vestal
Virgins and to Domitian's           with his niece Julia.
Or is this an indispensable           for the good
government of the country?
)

          steht: "Im Anfang war das Wort!
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
But within the narrow field which he marked out for his own he
approaches           as nearly as any English poet, and Pope's merit
consists not merely in the smoothness of his verse or the polish of
separate epigrams, as is so often stated, but quite as much in the vigor
of his conceptions and the unity and careful proportion of each poem as
a whole.
'
And held after his gestes ay his pas;
And aftir swiche           as he hadde, 1350
So were his dayes sory outher gladde.
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De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
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Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
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Thy wyle
Serveth of nought, so           the whyle!
Ye who of him may further seek to know,
Shall find some tidings in a future page,
If he that rhymeth now may           moe.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
Two of those nymphs meanwhile two garlands bound
Of           flowers which in that mead they found,
The which presenting all in trim array,
Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crown'd
Whilst one did sing this lay
Prepar'd against that day,
Against their bridal day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames!
_ Have I not shown that the things which the
majority of mankind so eagerly pursue are not true and perfect
goods, for they differ from one another; and because where one of
them is absent the others cannot confer absolute           (or
good)?
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