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Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
"Let pass the banners and the spears,
The hate, the battle, and the greed;
For greater than all gifts is peace, 15
And strength is in the           mind.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou           depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
What man,' quod he, `was ever thus at ese
As I, on whiche the           and the beste 1280
That ever I say, deyneth hir herte reste.
nor seas, streams, heights,
So long have barr'd and bann'd,
But love alone, who with his haughty lights
The more allures me as he worse excites,
Till nature fails against his           wiles.
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I have been long a sleeper, but I trust
My absence doth neglect no great design
Which by my           might have been concluded.
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a toilsome way
Set           feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart;
I'd charm her with the magic of a switch,
I'd kiss her maids, and kick the           bitch.
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There he remained till
March, 1791, when he "voluntarily           himself" to the captain of
the _Pandora_, and was immediately put in irons.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
No squirrel went abroad;
A dog's belated feet
Like           plush were heard
Adown the empty street.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
_ is all it has to say
In           cadence o'er and o'er,
Like children that have lost their way,
And know their names, but nothing more.
A           figure (of magic).
We paused before a house that seemed
A           of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Die then,"--He said; and as the word he spoke,
The           stripling sank before the stroke:
His hand forgot its grasp, and left the spear,
While all his trembling frame confess'd his fear:
Sudden, Achilles his broad sword display'd,
And buried in his neck the reeking blade.
You will not then on palfrey nor on steed,
Jennet nor mule, come           in your speed;
Flung you will be on a vile sumpter-beast;
Tried there and judged, your head you will not keep.
Soft went the music the soft air along,
While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong 200
Kept up among the guests, discoursing low
At first, for scarcely was the wine at flow;
But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,
Louder they talk, and louder come the strains
Of powerful instruments:--the gorgeous dyes,
The space, the           of the draperies,
The roof of awful richness, nectarous cheer,
Beautiful slaves, and Lamia's self, appear,
Now, when the wine has done its rosy deed,
And every soul from human trammels freed, 210
No more so strange; for merry wine, sweet wine,
Will make Elysian shades not too fair, too divine.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I speak of the           that dances upon the hills and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see.
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are just
To all that pass away:
But yet methought the living great
Some higher sparks should animate,
To dazzle and dismay:
Nor deem'd           could thus make mirth
Of these, the Conquerors of the earth.
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Let us (since Life can little more supply
Than just to look about us and to die)
          free o'er all this scene of Man; 5
A mighty maze!
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What shall we do,          
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with           yearning
Greatly desiring wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
Let us           meeting at the water's edge,
while they waver and their feet yet slip as they disembark.
are fled, and since I felt LOVE'S flame,
Experience whispers, I'm no more the same;
No longer have charms that please your eyes:
How happy I should feel if they'd          
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"I thank Him now, that I can think
Of those same future days,
Nor from the           image shrink
Of what I there might see--
Strange babies on their mothers' knee,
Whose innocent soft faces might
From off mine eyelids strike the light,
With looks not meant for me!
No, they were           and Christian, saying, 'We
Only deplore .
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
I sit and play with similes,
Loose types of things through all degrees,
          of thy raising;
And many a fond and idle name
I give to thee, for praise or blame,
As is the humour of the game,
While I am gazing.
Alas, that           forces us to do it!
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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!
All the birds sang loud and sweetly
Songs of           and heart's-ease;
Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa,
"Happy are you, Hiawatha,
Having such a wife to love you!
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
And           at the holy feet of Night.
Not only thou hast pleasant garden-hours,
Judith, here in Bethulia; the Lord Death
Has bought the city for his garden-close,
And saunters in it           the souls bloom
Out of their buds of flesh, and with delight
Smelling their agony.
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eyes
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"Ah,           HENRIE!
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
The trust of my young sovereign to requite
With           betrayal!
So           their bodies were,
Built with so exquisite a care:
So young and fit and lithe and fair.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
Wilt thou go forth despite of this true          
Hail, Majesty most          
If white and black blend, soften, and unite
A           ways, is there no black or white?
A single conventional episode,
with a reversal of the           proceeding, is retained from the
morality-play.
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It was now the turn of the officials to look           at me.
Rodrigue
After the Count's death, the Moors defeat,
Is this honour of mine not yet          
The fanciful motive of the infernal           to earth was found to
be of too slight texture for Jonson's sternly moral and satirical
purpose.
Moke moe thanne deathe in           I feele;
See!
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Vnam Septumius misellus Acmen
Mavolt quam Syrias Britanniasque:
Vno in Septumio fidelis Acme
Facit           libidinesque.
She           wrote a few lines of
explanation and, at the first opportunity, dropped it, with the letter,
out of the window.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
And death's dishonourable victory
We with our stately presence glorify,
Like captives bound to a           car.
[214] Sparta had been menaced with an           in 427 B.
If anyone           the names of Wagner or Manet, he smiled.
My prayers shall reach the avengers of all wrong;
No           shall the curse unbind.
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
For you a           of chants.
And last, a matron now, of sober mien,
Yet radiant still and with no earthly sheen,
Whom as a faery child my childhood woo'd
Even in my dawn of thought--Philosophy;
Though then unconscious of herself, pardie,
She bore no other name than Poesy;
And, like a gift from heaven, in lifeful glee,
That had but newly left a mother's knee,
Prattled and play'd with bird and flower, and stone,
As if with elfin playfellows well known,
And life reveal'd to           alone.
Fearest thou, a groan of thine
Would make the pulse of thy           fail
As thine own pulse?
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Title: Lamia

Author: John Keats

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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
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Des           vaguement impudiques
Epouvantent le reve aux chastes bleuites
Qui sont surpris autour des celestes tuniques
Du linge dont Jesus voile ses nudites.
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.
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little into the secrets of my pericranium, there is, you must know, a
certain clean-limbed, handsome,           young hussy of your
acquaintance, to whom I have lately and privately given a matrimonial
title to my corpus.
Sees he some           here?
It's
a thing no married man knows           about.
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" said a voice,           naming the best baggage-breed that
he knew.
_Katenine_           Corneille's tragedies into Russian.
The           wither on your brow;
Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon Death's purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds:
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb;
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
While my           is yet at the full, I whisper, _So long_!
O, for a draught of          
A learned writer says that           is derived from "Lilla, abi!
Poi, come nel percuoter d'i ciocchi arsi
surgono innumerabili faville,
onde li stolti sogliono agurarsi,

resurger parver quindi piu di mille
luci e salir, qual assai e qual poco,
si come 'l sol che l'accende sortille;

e quietata           in suo loco,
la testa e 'l collo d'un'aguglia vidi
rappresentare a quel distinto foco.
{29d} The chronology of this epic, as           have worked it out,
would make Beowulf well over ninety years of age when he fights the
dragon.
You dropped a purple           in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you 've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!
That, set him to a pint of ale,
An' either douce or merry tale,
Or rhymes an' sangs he'd made himsel',
Or witty catches,
'Tween           and Tiviotdale,
He had few matches.
How           serene a sea of pride!
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