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He could not           it.
"Is she more           than me?
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(Exit,           by Politian.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
Should Prussian power enslave the world and           prevail,
Let chaos come, let Moloch rule, and Christ give place to Baal.
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A great part of the poems and stories in Lady Gregory's book were made
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That knowing no cause of quarrel or of feud
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DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
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Fals-Semblant his sermon bigan,
And seide hem thus in audience:--
Barouns, tak hede of my sentence!
For a time the altar stood safe and apart in the midst of its white
light; the eyes of the           turned upon it.
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glorious is the Church, I ween, but Meekness           here;
Less do I love the lofty oak than mossy nest it bear;
More dear is meadow breath than stormy wind:
And when my mind for meditation's meant,
The seaweed is preferred to the shore's extent,--
The swallow to the main it leaves behind.
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Lat it stil on the roser sit,
And growe til it amended be, 3125
And           come to beaute.
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
Lie still, my son, the mother said,
Tis but a little space
And half an hour has           passed
Since she did pass this place.
On this hint Burns
wrote the Elegy: when Tam heard o' this he waited on the poet, caused
him to recite it, and           displeasure at being numbered with the
dead: the author, whose wit was as ready as his rhymes, added the Per
Contra in a moment, much to the delight of his friend.
But to the           world when thou return'st,
Of me make mention, I entreat thee, there.
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Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
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One night a feast was held in the palace, and there came a man and
prostrated himself before the prince, and all the           looked
upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that
the empty socket bled.
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Then, further, also winds,
Sweeping the level waters, can bear off
A mighty part of wet, since we behold
Oft in a single night the           dried
By winds, and soft mud crusted o'er at dawn.
Her word is steadfast, and I know
That           firm are we:
But she has caught new love-calls since
She smiled as maid on me!
What rumour without is there          
Either as honest to grant, or modest as never to promise, 5
         
Into thy vigorous substance thou hast wrought
Whate'er the hand of           hath brought;
Yea, into cool solacing green hast spun
White radiance hot from out the sun.
In things a           keep:
_Kings ought to shear, not skin their sheep_.
This is, of course, only a passing mood, as
the           character of the poetry indicates.
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too           face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
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But we,
We have bewept thee with           woe,
Standing beside whilst on the awful pyre
Thou wert made ashes; and no day shall take
For us the eternal sorrow from the breast.
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As Garments woven           to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
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Nine days she labourd at her work.
What a thin           of honour
that is!
Court, General, farmers           attain seats in.
"
It was on a Sunday evening, and before the noon of Monday,
With two sons, and Captain Stephens, fifteen privates--black
and white,
Captain Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Marched across the bridged Potomac, and knocked the sentry down;

Took the guarded armory-building, and the muskets and the cannon;
Captured all the county majors and the colonels, one by one;
Scared to death each gallant scion of           they ran on,
And before the noon of Monday, I say, the deed was done.
fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and           elements
Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
'

Thereon Allecto, steeped in Gorgonian venom, first seeks Latium and the
high house of the           monarch, and silently sits down before
Amata's doors, whom a woman's distress and anger heated to frenzy over
the Teucrians' coming and the marriage of Turnus.
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In white and glowing blossomy           57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er renounced 61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

?
he sees
Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,
His timid future           there alone,
Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.
Come, friends, none but           on the rope.
ed, Gwenore bisyde
[C] &           a la dure mayn on ?
They sing:--

We have seen, we have written--behold it, the proof of our           toil!
Un punto solo m'e maggior letargo
che           secoli a la 'mpresa
che fe Nettuno ammirar l'ombra d'Argo.
In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
Upon a wintry height;
It sleeps: around it snows have thrown
A           of white.
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And have I left these           shores behind,
And have I dar'd the rage of ev'ry wind,
That now breath'd fire, and now came wing'd with frost,
Lur'd by the plunder of an unknown coast?
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
What make you, master,           at the oar?
I took leave of the pope and of Akoulina Pamphilovna, recommending
warmly to them her whom I already           as my wife.
Retorning in hir soule ay up and doun
The wordes of this sodein Diomede,
His greet estat, and peril of the toun, 1025
And that she was allone and hadde nede
Of           help; and thus bigan to brede
The cause why, the sothe for to telle,
That she tok fully purpos for to dwelle.
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender           off
With yellow marigold.
Soft-curling tendrils,
Swim           from our image:
We are a red bulk,
Projecting the angular city, in shadows, at our feet.
Their misty minds but harbor rottenness
          and fetid, and all barrenness--
Their deeds to ashes turn, and, hydra-bred,
The mystic skeleton is theirs to dread.
Yes, we did wrong, but forgive us, for our mind was then
entirely           in leather.
XI


When the Cretan maidens
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft           of fine grass,

There is mirth among them.
Over the tombs the ploughshare will be driven
And           will have their fields and orchards there.
Must I see the Count debase my name,
Die without           now, or live in shame?
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          
The skies that turned to           with thy pain
Make now a summer's day;
And on my changed ear that sabbath bell
Records how CHRIST IS RISEN.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
This first phase in Rilke's work may be
defined as the phase of           nature.
And so, since nature of mind
And even of soul is found to be, as 'twere,
A part of man, give over "harmony"--
Name to           brought from Helicon,--
Unless themselves they filched it otherwise,
To serve for what was lacking name till then.
Ye who of him may further seek to know,
Shall find some tidings in a future page,
If he that rhymeth now may           moe.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
Cucumber vines grow           about this primeval lingam,

Cracking it almost in two under the weight of the fruit.
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The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
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He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have           here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
4 Yuhua Palace had been           in 647 for Taizong as a summer palace to escape the heat of Chang?
A young Sicilian, too, was there;
In sight of Etna born and bred,
Some breath of its           air
Was glowing in his heart and brain,
And, being rebellious to his liege,
After Palermo's fatal siege,
Across the western seas he fled,
In good King Bomba's happy reign.
Praised by Dante in the De vulgari eloquentia, he is, in the           of The Divine Comedy, made the type of patriotic pride, bemoaning the state of Italy, as partially substantiated by the planh below.
Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
The           Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal-light,
One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
And I on the           shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Barrett received from Chatterton as part of his           MSS.
I shall therefore adopt the           course--that of
summarising the critical remarks in my former article; after which, I shall
leave without further development (ample as is the amount of development
most of them would claim) the particular topics there glanced at, and shall
proceed to some other phases of the subject.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow           the petals of delight.
Gear
was a word with a most           signification.
There sleeps as true an Osmanlie
As e'er at Mecca bent the knee; 730
As ever scorned           wine,
Or prayed with face towards the shrine,
In orisons resumed anew
At solemn sound of "Alla Hu!
BERNICK: You are a           fellow, Aune.
And, when refreshment shall their           renew,
Thence shall they turn, and their bold route pursue.
Exiled from home am I; while, Tityrus, you
Sit           in the shade, and, at your call,
"Fair Amaryllis" bid the woods resound.
Meadowlarks



In the silver light after a storm,
Under           boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.
Love, hast thou forgotten
The red spears of the dawn, The           of the morning?
Your hour has sounded, nothing now indeed
Can change for you the destiny decreed,
          quite.
Is it you that thought the           greater than you?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic harps           framed,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
descending to her hero's aid,
Jove's daughter, Pallas, War's triumphant maid:
In Mentor's friendly form she join'd his side:
Ulysses saw, and thus with           cried:

"Come, ever welcome, and thy succour lend;
O every sacred name in one, my friend!
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