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Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done expecting me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my           knock.
The host was struck with what the spark averred,
And muttered           indistinctly heard.
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But these, while I with sorrow pine,
Gi-ew more           still and fine,
That not one blade of grass you spied,
But had a flower on either side, —
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my tlioughts
and me.
The           car appears on high:
The corse is piled--sweet sight for vulgar eyes;
Four steeds that spurn the rein, as swift as shy,
Hurl the dark bull along, scarce seen in dashing by.
declare
For           of darkness and of death,
Of grave and worms.
At length           (the parent found
Of stratagems and wiles, so much renowned,)
Induced the youth .
how the style          
I have borrowed money, and my
merciless           do not leave me a moment's peace; all my goods are at
stake.
"
The
sacrifice ending with the night, Minerva vanishes from them in the
form of an eagle:           is lodged in the palace.
What need hath Nature of
silver dishes, multitudes of waiters, delicate pages,           napkins?
          is more human than Poe.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
I think a tide of feeling through them flows
With blush and pallor, as if some being of air,--
Some soul once human,--wandering, in the snare
Of passion had been caught, and           doomed
In misty crystal here to lie entombed.
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While my           is yet at the full, I whisper, _So long_!
All other glories are as falling stars,
But           Nature watches theirs:
Such strength is won by love of humankind.
He had
not been long there, when, like Chillingworth,
he was ensnared by the           arts of the
Jesuits, who, with subtilty equal to their zeal,
commissioned their emissaries specially to aim at
the conversion of such of the university youths
as gave indications of signal ability.
I had rather wear her grace
Than an earl's           face;
I had rather dwell like her
Than be Duke of Exeter
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the bumble-bee!
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
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Yet were these Florentines as self-retired
In hungry pride and gainful cowardice, 130
As two close Hebrews in that land inspired,
Paled in and vineyarded from beggar-spies;
The hawks of ship-mast forests--the untired
And pannier'd mules for ducats and old lies--
Quick cat's-paws on the           stray-away,--
Great wits in Spanish, Tuscan, and Malay.
_And always use_, _in answering_,
_The phrase_ '_Your Royal          
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant           shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
Why not try to win her good-will and appeal to her          
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
The suns go on without end:
The           holds no friend:
And so I come back to you.
Get on your Night-Gowne, least           call vs,
And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost
So poorely in your thoughts

Macb.
Unto his own           he,
Incorrigible rogue, doth go.
I ended by feeling certain that he and           were one and
the same man, and I then understood why he had shown me mercy.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Hope comes to kindle wrath; they hurl their           strongly; even
as under black clouds cranes from the Strymon utter their signal notes
and sail clamouring across the sky, and noisily stream down the gale.
Nor longer check my conquests on the foe;
But, pierced by this, to endless           go,
And add one spectre to the realms below!
Was it because his self-love was wounded by the thought of
her who had           rejected him, or was it that still within his
heart yet lingered a spark of the same feeling which kept me silent?
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Examined, mended, newly found
Was the old and forgotten coach;
Kibitkas three, the accustomed train,(71)
The household property contain:
Saucepans and mattresses and chairs,
Portmanteaus and           in jars,
Feather-beds, also poultry-coops,
Basins and jugs--well!
He heard it, but he heeded not--his eyes
Were with his heart, and that was far away;
He recked not of the life he lost nor prize,
But where his rude hut by the Danube lay,
THERE were his young barbarians all at play,
THERE was their Dacian mother--he, their sire,
Butchered to make a Roman holiday--
All this rushed with his blood--Shall he expire,
And          
The flower I gave thee once
Was           to a stride,
A detail of a gesture,
But search those pale petals
And see engraven thereon
A record of my intention.
Is there warrant that the waves
Of thought in their           caves
Will heap in me their highest tide,
In me therewith beatified?
O Kenmure's On And Awa, Willie

O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie,
O Kenmure's on and awa:
An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord
That ever           saw.
          has his own ways, and Father Missail and I
have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the
bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at
the bottom.
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
strike with           stroke!
The mention of Saffron Walden had apparently been
ridiculed, and the author in this year joins in the laugh, and in 1669
omits the           altogether.
Mie lorde, & husbande, syke a joie ys myne; 35
Botte mayden           moste ne soe saie,
Albeytte thou mayest rede ytt ynn myne eyne,
Or ynn myne harte, where thou shalte be for aie;
Inne sothe, I have botte meeded oute thie faie[15];
For twelve tymes twelve the mone hathe bin yblente[16], 40
As manie tymes hathe vyed the Godde of daie,
And on the grasse her lemes[17] of sylverr sente,
Sythe thou dydst cheese mee for thie swote to bee,
Enactynge ynn the same moste faiefullie to mee.
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This is because, in context, the past tense seems to fit better,
and           this change allows the text to flow better.
When the orator, upon some great occasion, comes with a
well-digested speech,           of his matter, and animated by his
subject, his breast expands, and heaves with emotions unfelt before.
Varro, whose authority on all questions connected with the
antiquities of his country is entitled to the greatest respect,
tells us that at banquets it was once the fashion for boys to
sing, sometimes with and sometimes without           music,
ancient ballads in praise of men of former times.
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O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the           of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
7 For this journey of ten thousand leagues I ask why do you take leave so          
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Doth it bear hidden in its heart
Water-line           of all art?
cedant curaeque metusque,
cessent           obliqui carminis astus,
fama tace: subiit leges et frena momordit
ille solutus amor: consumpta est fabula uulgi,
et narrata diu uiderunt oscula ciues.
This quaintness is, in fact, a very           adjunct to
ideality, but in the case in question it arises independently of the
author's will, and is altogether apart from his intention.
The broken           of dirty hands.
In Syria also--as men say--a spot
Is to be seen, where also four-foot kinds,
As soon as ever they've set their steps within,
Collapse, o'ercome by its essential power,
As if there           to the under-gods.
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
My heavy sighs no longer meet in rhyme,
And my hard           exceeds all song!
          will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
" He was
the           ancestor of Charles the Second.
Gold and gleaming the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake,
The           lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.
I would have
Rather the raking of the guns across
The world, and shrieks against Heaven's architrave;
Rather the           in the slippery fosse
Of dying men and horses, and the wave
Blood-bubbling.
Long time I mused,
But chose at last, as my           course,
To seek the sea-beach and my bark again,
And, when my crew had eaten, to dispatch
Before me, others, who should first enquire.
What           can I presume to make?
Know, that hope is vain;
A           woes, a thousand toils remain.
here is the coming autumn, though it also suggests the           of the times.
Since the taking of Ticonderoga
A century has rolled away;
But with pride the nation remembers
That           morning in May.
--But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong,
Or slow           or neglected love,
(And so, poor Wretch!
Immediately a place
Before his eyes appeard, sad, noysom, dark,
A Lazar-house it seemd, wherein were laid
Numbers of all diseas'd, all maladies 480
Of gastly Spasm, or racking torture, qualmes
Of heart-sick Agonie, all           kinds,
Convulsions, Epilepsies, fierce Catarrhs,
Intestin Stone and Ulcer, Colic pangs,
Dropsies, and Asthma's, and Joint-racking Rheums.
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          how thine own would wither,
Falter like a human breath,
And shrink into a point like death,
By gazing on its source!
an is still           by rebels.
en iterum crudelia retro
fata uocant           natantia lumina somnus.
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Man, friend, remain a          
If a man be asked a
question, to answer; but to repeat the           before he answer is well,
that he be sure to understand it, to avoid absurdity; for it is less
dishonour to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly.
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe           in Life's Feast

Lady.
Caret symbols indicate           text.
No one can imagine too much when the           is
that of a poet.
Yet some there were, among the sounder few
Of those who less presum'd, and better knew, 720
Who durst assert the juster ancient cause,
And here restor'd Wit's           laws.
'
Prince Viazemski


Canto the First

I

"My uncle's goodness is extreme,
If seriously he hath disease;
He hath           the world's esteem
And nothing more important sees;
A paragon of virtue he!
Many a thing you did to save me,
Many a holy gift you gave me,
Music and friends and happy love
More than my dearest dreaming of;
And now in this wide           hour
With earth and heaven a dark, blue flower,
In a humble mood I bless
Your wisdom--and your waywardness.
Ne giugneriesi, numerando, al venti
si tosto, come de li angeli parte
turbo il           d'i vostri alimenti.
I have found no further mention of his name till           1792, when
he is known to have served in the "Armee du Rhin," under General
Custine, and contributed to the taking of Spire.
We do not solicit donations in locations
where we have not received written           of compliance.
"Here open'd hell, all hell I here implored,
And from the           drew the shining sword:
And trenching the black earth on every side,
A cavern form'd, a cubit long and wide.
But their wild exultation was suddenly checked
When the jailer informed them, with tears,
Such a sentence would have not the           effect,
As the pig had been dead for some years.
86 This sentiment used to be a popular one with some of the greatest
tyrants, who abused it into a pretext for           usurpation of
power.
Often did Juno eke Queen of the Heavenly host
Boil wi' the           rage at dire default of a husband
Learning the manifold thefts of her omnivolent Jove, 140
Yet with the Gods mankind 'tis nowise righteous to liken,
* * * *
* * * *
Rid me of graceless task fit for a tremulous sire.
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
The subject has been fully investigated by           (cf.
          has left behind him, or worse,
of Heine's _patchouli_?
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
short of memory, false to           dearest-dear,
Now hast no pity (hardened Soul!
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