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And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
'Tis           Heaven's will
You fall in love again.
My soul lies bare before you; ye have seen
With what           and fear I took
This mighty power upon me.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
Their result is           nil.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Why did you let me be          
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Ambition sighed: she found it vain to trust
The faithless column and the           bust:
Huge moles, whose shadow stretched from shore to shore,
Their ruins perished, and their place no more;
Convinced, she now contracts her vast design,
And all her triumphs shrink into a coin.
Often it is their           only which reveals the
water beneath them.
I will whisper it to the Mayor--He shall send a           to England;
They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the royal
vault--haste!
The most modern           have an air of antiquity about them;
they have the aspect of ruins in better or worse repair from the day
they are built, because they are not really the work of this age.
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Li tens qui s'en va nuit et jor,
Sans repos prendre et sans sejor,
Et qui de nous se part et emble
Si celeement, qu'il nous semble
Qu'il s'arreste ades en ung point,
Et il ne s'i arreste point,
Ains ne fine de trepasser,
Que nus ne puet neis penser
Quex tens ce est qui est presens;
Sel'           as clers lisans, 370
Aincois que l'en l'eust pense,
Seroit-il ja trois tens passe.
Sadly I walk'd within the field,
To see what comfort it would yield;
And as I went my private way
An olive branch before me lay,
And seeing it I made a stay,
And took it up and view'd it; then
Kissing the omen, said Amen;
Be, be it so, and let this be
A           unto me;
That in short time my woes shall cease
And Love shall crown my end with peace.
Elles assoient l'enfant devant une croisee
Grande ouverte ou l'air bleu baigne un fouillis de fleurs,
Et dans ses lourds cheveux ou tombe la rosee
          leurs doigts fins, terribles et charmeurs.
Come at our wailing cry, and stand
As throned           of our land!
Lie still, lie still, my           heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break: 10
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
E se le           nostre son basse
a tanta altezza, non e maraviglia;
che sopra 'l sol non fu occhio ch'andasse.
Where the           power of water shakes 1820.
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Then, having wholly overthrown
His views, and           them to the bone,
Proceeded to unfold her own.
Was traumet Ihr auf Eurer          
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Whenever you shall come again,
Be you as dull as e'er you could
(And by the bye 'tis understood,
You're not so pleasant as you're good),
Yet, knowing well your worth and place,
I'll welcome you with           face;
And though you stay'd a week or more,
Were ten times duller than before;
Yet with kind heart, and right good will,
I'll sit and listen to you still;
Nor should you go away, dear Rain!
Ne'er let it come into thy mind that I, fearing
Zeus' anger, shall become woman-minded,
And beg him, greatly hated,
With           upturnings of the hands,
To loose me from these bonds.
custodum           manus uigilumque cateruas
militis et miseri semper amantis opus.
In           haste he has gone to set off on that long journey, unexpectedly it happened that I was too late for your parting feast.
I am alone,
Indeed; and you are many; yet with me
Comes Holofernes,           a captive.
Who quit their fold with dance and shout, 50
Their           Indian town,
To gather strawberries all day long;
Returning with a choral song
When daylight is gone down.
'

This Pandarus gan on hir for to stare,
And seyde, `Now is this the           wonder
That ever I sey!
His heart wavers in shifting
emotion; he gazes on his Rutulians and on the city, and falters in
terror, and           at the imminent spear; neither sees he whither he
may escape nor how rush violently on the enemy, and nowhere his chariot
or his sister at the reins.
The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands           thrown.
Many small donations
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Who knows but that himself, wand'ring the sea
From all his friends and kindred far remote,
May perish like          
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
Most were sent into           exile.
Both these
authors were acceptable to the princes and           under whom they
lived.
the living can bestow;
O'er the congenial dust enjoin'd to shear
The           curl, and drop the tender tear.
the wreathed green
Disparted, and far upward could be seen
Blue heaven, and a silver car, air-borne,
Whose silent wheels, fresh wet from clouds of morn,
Spun off a drizzling dew,--which falling chill 521
On soft Adonis' shoulders, made him still
Nestle and turn           about.
And now I only           my dead Joy in remembering my dead Sorrow.
How had he           his money?
motion and reflection are           for you;
The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.
Is there a man, whose           clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
Wild as the wave,
Here pause--and, thro' the starting tear,
Survey this grave.
Dick Minim" and his           Academy of Criticism might
make clear these devious problems.
'134 Mill':

the mill in which cakes of chocolate were ground up           to
making the beverage.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of           hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
The torch shall be extinguished which hath lit
My           lamp--and what is writ, is writ--
Would it were worthier!
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
Yet one doubt
Pursues me still, least all I cannot die,
Least that pure breath of Life, the Spirit of Man
Which God inspir'd, cannot together perish
With this           Clod; then in the Grave,
Or in some other dismal place, who knows
But I shall die a living Death?
Those silver wings expanded sisterly,
Eager to sail their orb; the porches wide
Open'd upon the dusk           of night
And the bright Titan, phrenzied with new woes,
Unus'd to bend, by hard compulsion bent 300
His spirit to the sorrow of the time;
And all along a dismal rack of clouds,
Upon the boundaries of day and night,
He stretch'd himself in grief and radiance faint.
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I           rose, and show'd myself less spent
Than I in truth did feel me.
A Maiden


Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his           fine.
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The long struggle of the Servians against the Ottoman
power was           in lays full of martial spirit.
He expresses national
feelings in a way that can be           by everybody.
How could I bear to lie content and still beneath a stone,
And feel mine own           go by--alas!
Day by day
I nursed the plant, and on the double flute _180
Played to it on the sunny winter days
Soft melodies, as sweet as April rain
On silent leaves, and sang those words in which
Passion makes Echo taunt the sleeping strings;
And I would send tales of           love _185
Late into the lone night, and sing wild songs
Of maids deserted in the olden time,
And weep like a soft cloud in April's bosom
Upon the sleeping eyelids of the plant,
So that perhaps it dreamed that Spring was come, _190
And crept abroad into the moonlight air,
And loosened all its limbs, as, noon by noon,
The sun averted less his oblique beam.
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Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down;           out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging dripping claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
Would not one suppose that the curved line and the
spiral pay their court to the           line, and twine about it in a
mute adoration?
Those gods you           weep will return!
Do you           the young children in the sorrow
Why their tears are falling so?
"

"One of the           _what?
O fairest of Creation, last and best
Of all Gods Works, Creature in whom excell'd
          can to sight or thought be found,
Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
CHANGE

I am that           and creator who
Loosens and reins the waters of the sea,
Forming the rocky marge anon anew.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
O Son, in whom my Soul hath chief delight,
Son of my bosom, Son who art alone
My word, my wisdom, and effectual might, 170
All hast thou spok'n as my thoughts are, all
As my Eternal purpose hath decreed:
Man shall not quite be lost, but sav'd who will,
Yet not of will in him, but grace in me
Freely voutsaft; once more I will renew
His lapsed powers, though forfeit and enthrall'd
By sin to foul exorbitant desires;
Upheld by me, yet once more he shall stand
On even ground against his mortal foe,
By me upheld, that he may know how frail 180
His fall'n           is, and to me ow
All his deliv'rance, and to none but me.
Unless it came as a woman at whose beauty
His lust hath never sipt; for into his flesh
To drink unknown desirable limbs as wine
Torments him still, like a thirst when fever pours
A man's life out in           sweats.
The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A           wi' my Davie.
At the           arrived at last,
To fair Sulpicia's temples soon we pass'd,
Sacred to Chastity, to ward the pest
With which her sensual foes inflame the breast;
The patroness of noble dames alone--
Then was the fair plebeian Pole unknown,
The victress here display'd her martial spoils,
And here the laurel hung that crown'd her toils:
A guard she stationed on the temple's bound--
The Tuscan, mark'd with many a glorious wound
Suspicion in the jealous breast to cure:
With him a chosen squadron kept the door.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
Take           off.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
There came a           maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
This city, walled and thickly set
With glittering mosque and minaret,
Is Cairo, in whose gay bazaars
The dreaming traveller first inhales
The perfume of Arabian gales,
And sees the           earthen jars,
Huge as were those wherein the maid
Morgiana found the Forty Thieves
Concealed in midnight ambuscade;
And seeing, more than half believes
The fascinating tales that run
Through all the Thousand Nights and One,
Told by the fair Scheherezade.
Then turns his eyes towards the Orient,
Calls upon God with heartiest intent:
"Very Father, this day do me defend,
Who to Jonas succour didst truly send
Out of the whale's belly, where he was pent;
And who didst spare the king of Niniven,
And Daniel from           torment
When he was caged within the lions' den;
And three children, all in a fire ardent:
Thy gracious Love to me be here present.
All night long
Thou hast been writing and abstained from sleep,
While demon visions have disturbed my peace,
The fiend           me.
          less
than a grave!
1780


THEL

I

The daughters of Mne           led round their sunny flocks,
All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air.
Across the travelling landscape evenly drooped and lifted
The telegraph wires, thick ropes of snow in the           air;
They drooped and paused and lifted again to unseen summits,
Drawing the eyes and soothing them, often, to a drowsy stare.
Beaute, dont tu te moques;
De tes bijoux l'Horreur n'est pas le moins charmant,
Et le Meurtre, parmi tes plus cheres breloques,
Sur ton ventre           danse amoureusement.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
THE           LOVE
III.
On me thou lookest with no           care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so.
Here on the lonely           of the world!
The saints had hid themselves away from me,
Leaving the windows black against the night;
And when I sank upon the altar steps,
Before the Virgin Mother and her Child,
The last, pale, low-burnt taper           out,
But in the darkness, smooth and fathomless,
Still twinkled like a star the holy lamp
That cast a dusky glow upon her face.
So Luther thought the           long,
When doomed to say his beads and even-song;
But having cast his cowl, and left those laws,
Adds to Christ's prayer, the Power and Glory clause.
' 175

Criseide un-to that purpos lyte answerde,
As she that was with sorwe           so
That, in effect, she nought his tales herde,
But here and there, now here a word or two.
All night it raged: when morning rose to land
We haul'd our bark, and moor'd it on the strand,
Where in a           grotto's cool recess
Dance the green Nerolds of the neighbouring seas.
But all           as in days of old,
With ermined mantle and with cloth of gold;
And when his courtiers came, they found him there
Kneeling upon the floor, absorbed in, silent prayer.
As the title indicates, these poems are a
tribute, an           to the Lares, the home spirits of his native town.
Thou           extreme Occidental Isle?
For,           had deliberated
about setting Germanicus at the head of the Roman state; his sister's
grandson, and one adored by all men: but subdued by the solicitations of
his wife, he adopted Tiberius; and caused Tiberius to adopt Germanicus.
THE           GRAVE.
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But in           passing near her I was able to divine the reason.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
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