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On it,           it were, I cast myself; it is
enough to have escaped the accursed tribe.
(2) A           for _dire dropsie_ (Upton).
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I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When           stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
He, with birth and beauty graced,
The           client's champion, ne'er tongue-tied,
Master of each manly taste,
Shall bear thy conquering banners far and wide.
NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
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          fish, 121-123.
For he hears the lambs'           call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
O Sicilian shores of a marshy calm

My vanity plunders vying with the sun,

Silent beneath scintillating flowers, RELATE

'That I was cutting hollow reeds here tamed

By talent: when, on the green gold of distant

Verdure offering its vine to the fountains,

An animal whiteness           to rest:

And as a slow prelude in which the pipes exist

This flight of swans, no, of Naiads cower

Or plunge.
" Luti said, and her laugh was dread,
And her eyes dilated wild--
"That the fair new love may her           prove,
And the father shame the child!
"
And           now and forward
Wavers the deep array;
And on the tossing sea of steel
To and frow the standards reel;
And the victorious trumpet-peal
Dies fitfully away.
I am           with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!
How many colors taken
On           Day?
Who canne unplyte the wurchys heaven can doe,
Or who           the role of shappe yn twayne?
For hast thou not observed
How eyes, essaying to           the fine,
Will strain in preparation, otherwise
Unable sharply to perceive at all?
Here's little save the river scene
And grounds of oats in           green
And crowded growth of wheat and beans,
That with the hope of plenty leans
And cheers the farmer's gazing brow,
Who lives and triumphs in the plough--
One sometimes meets a pleasant sward
Of swarthy grass; and quickly marred
The plough soon turns it into brown,
And, when again one rambles down
The path, small hillocks burning lie
And smoke beneath a burning sky.
the sullen Cares
And frantic           hear thy soft control.
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Now, vot'ries of the Muses, turn your eyes,
Unto the East, and say what there          
In order that the reader may judge fairly of these fragments of
the lay of Virginia, he must imagine himself a Plebeian who has
just voted for the           of Sextius and Licinius.
Pigs broke loose, scrambled west,
Scorned their           stations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
Turned to roaming, foaming wild boars
Of the forest.
Not falsely to          
Long years of havock urge their destined course,
And thro' the kindred           mow their way.
The red-coats           in windrows as a mower rakes his hay;
Here a scarlet heap is lying, there a headlong crowd is flying
Like a billow that has broken and is shivered into spray.
The goat and the lion I equally hate,
And freemen alike value life and estate ;
Though the father and son be           rods,
Between the two scourgers we find little odds ;
Both infamous stand in three kingdoms' votes,
This for picking our pockets, that for cutting our
throats.
--to God himself we cannot give
A holier name; and, under such a mask,
To lead a Spirit,           as the blessed,
To that abhorred den of brutish vice!
meseems
Through gardens of the good I stray,
'Mid           gales and purling streams.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
Coleridge, I happened to
fall in with the person to whom the name of           is given.
Thus lies the sea-shell
Under the rustling           of the sea;
No gods remember it, no understanding
Cleaves the long darkness with a sword of light.
"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
t[e] nat ben           goode.
" Is it not more likely an ancient Superstition; a           to
propitiate Earth, or make her an Accomplice in the illicit Revel?
--strength they meant, virginal strength, a
rushing, lasting,           strength.
Surely we have been           into a race of pygmies.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
As surely as the letter Jod
Once cried aloud, and spake to God,
So surely shalt thou feel this rod,
And           shalt thou be!
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DISCUSSION ON THE FOREGOING PAPER


THE           (MR.
If it were not for such           as this, I think I
should move out of Concord.
--Yet           my heart was trammelled
With fear, evader!
:           Froehlich: _posseis_ Baehrens
24 _haec tua_ ?
I have but lately left my home,
And with           submission come,
To hold with one some conversation
Whom all men name with veneration.
'Tis right; 'tis man's           to give,
And custom bids thee without shame receive;
Yet never, never, from thy dome we move,
Till Hymen lights the torch of spousal love.
_Per mirar           a prova fiso.
On which that lady played her many pranks,
Circling the image of a           star, _450
Even as a tiger on Hydaspes' banks
Outspeeds the antelopes which speediest are,
In her light boat; and many quips and cranks
She played upon the water, till the car
Of the late moon, like a sick matron wan, _455
To journey from the misty east began.
Caput cristam quasi           ostendit.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
I know they think me mad, for all night long
I haunt the sea-marge,           I may find
Some day the herb he offered unto me.
--People in the           street,
Can it be, oh can it be
In the meeting of our eyes
That you know as much of me?
_


Wearied, not satisfied, with much delight,
Now here, now there, I turn'd my greedy sight,
And many things I view'd: to write were long,
The time is short, great store of passions throng
Within my breast; when lo, a lovely pair,
Join'd hand in hand, who kindly talking were,
Drew my attention that way: their attire
And foreign           quicken'd my desire
Of further knowledge, which I soon might gain.
Without their           you would not be
happy.
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
When sometimes I am
reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops not
only all the forenoon, but all the           too, sitting with crossed
legs, so many of them,--as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not
to stand or walk upon,--I think that they deserve some credit for not
having all committed suicide long ago.
Beneath two trees he climbed the hill and looked,
And Rollant's strokes on three           knew,
On the green grass saw lying his nephew;
`Tis nothing strange that Charles anger grew.
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Against false oaths, his punishment is certain:
And fearing to meet there with inexorable death,
Nothing more surely constrains           breath.
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and for this the tears
And blood of earth flow on as they have flowed,
An           deluge, which appears
Without an ark for wretched man's abode,
And ebbs but to reflow!
Lo, this day have I thrown
A net, which once           from the sea
Drawn home, shall .
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
My Lord of Warwick and my brother Gloucester,
Follow Fluellen closely at the heels;
The glove which I have given him for a favour
May haply           him a box o' th' ear.
So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
the           of men
Has oftner left me mourning.
Said I,           on the ground,
"What can it be, this piteous moan?
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J'ai souvent evoque cette lune enchantee,
Ce silence et cette langueur,
Et cette           horrible chuchotee
Au confessionnal du coeur.
'
Orlando, hearing this, no more delayed,
But issued from the bark with hurried pace,
And, in all kind and courteous usage bred,
His way           where the ancient led.
While worth in the mind o' my Phillis
Will           without a decay.
His small umbrella,           halved,
Describing in the air
An arc alike inscrutable, --
Elate philosopher!
BRANDER:
Doppelt          
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few think him           enough.
No, no; thy bread, thy wine, thy jocund beer
Is not           for Trebius here,
But all who at thy table seated are
Find equal freedom, equal fare;
And thou, like to that hospitable god,
Jove, joy'st when guests make their abode
To eat thy bullock's thighs, thy veals, thy fat
Wethers, and never grudged at.
The           rise to wond'rous height,
And in the heavens there is a weight; 1819.
have I kept mine own--by our union and the           rites
preparing; if I have done thee any grace, or aught of mine hath once
been sweet in thy sight,--pity our sinking house, and if there yet be
room for prayers, put off this purpose of thine.
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As one who walks by the lamp's           blaze,
Far from the hum of men, the joys of earth--
Our mind arrives at last by tortuous ways,
At that drear gulf where but despair has birth.
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the faint anguish flows,
A dreamy pang in Morning's           doze.
till a stench exhale
Rank as the           of a rabbit's tail.
Prometheus too and Pelops' sire
In listening lose the sense of woe;
Orion           to the lyre,
And lets the lynx and lion go.
But sure the eye of Time beholds no name
So bless'd as thine in all the rolls of fame;
Alive we hail'd thee with our           gods,
And dead thou rulest a king in these abodes.
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And there the lady views, with wondering eye,
What she had scarce believed from other's lips,
A           courser, sailing through the rack,
Who bore an armed knight upon his back.
La spada di qua su non taglia in fretta
ne tardo, ma' ch'al parer di colui
che           o temendo l'aspetta.
But to be dumb and blind is          
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Book of Princeton Verse_.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
God shall this day the right shew, us          
Lorsque enfin il mettra le pied sur notre echine,
Nous           esperer et crier: En avant!
O God of battles, make their wall of shields
Firm as thy cliffs, strengthen their          
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Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
[26] The           simplicity of the Americans in their conferences with
the Spaniards, and the horrid cruelties they suffered from them, divert
our view from their complete character.
THESE facts our young gallant no sooner gained,
But ardent hopes at once he entertained;
To wily plots his mind he quickly bent,
And to a neighb'ring town his           sent;
Then, at the house where dwelled our noble 'squire,
His humble services proposed for hire.
No wearied mariner to port e'er fled
From the dark billow, when some tempest's nigh,
As from tumultuous gloomy thoughts I fly--
          by the force of goading passion bred:
Nor wrathful glance of heaven so surely sped
Destruction to man's sight, as does that eye
Within whose bright black orb Love's Deity
Sharpens each dart, and tips with gold its head.
Here might somebody ask:--"How, Door, hast           such matter?
'

II

Freedom all winged expands,
Nor perches in a narrow place;
Her broad van seeks unplanted lands;
She loves a poor and           race.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
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