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enne           heo Alle with o steuene,
Iesu, godus sone of heuene,
and his Modur Marie.
Though oppressed by the most adverse
circumstances, his estates confiscated, his palaces levelled with the
ground, and himself driven into exile, the majesty of his appearance,
and the           of his character, attracted the respect of strangers
wherever he went.
This Poem should be           with Shelley's following it.
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"Improvident and reckless," we exclaimed, 50
"The Man must be, who thus can lose a day [9]
Of the mid harvest, when the labourer's hire
Is ample, and some little might be stored
          to cheer him in the winter time.
Its purpose is the           of
Life.
II

I would dwell with thee,
Merry grasshopper,
Thou art so glad and free,
And as light as air;
Thou hast no sorrow or tears,
Thou hast no compt of years,
No           immortality,
But a short youth sunny and free.
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Thence back into the throng, until we reach,
Following the tide that slackens by degrees, 190
Some half-frequented scene, where wider streets
Bring           breezes of suburban air.
No longer           makest thou,
Now comest thou.
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Fetys he was and wel beseye,
With metely mouth and yen greye;

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FOURTH OPAL

We were alone: the           night,
Moonlighted, like a flower
Grew round us and exhaled delight
To bless that one sweet hour.
Some knelt in prayer, believing still,
Resigned unto a righteous will,
Bowing beneath the           rod,
Lost to the world, but found of God.
sought backe to turne againe;
For light she hated as the deadly bale,
Ay wont in desert           to remaine,
Where plain none might her see, nor she see any plaine.
whom all obey,
Who high on Ida's holy           sway,
Eternal Jove!
Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,
Till Fraser brave did fa', man,
Then lost his way, ae misty day,
In           shaw, man.
And the           of Han-tung, because his long sleeves would not keep
still when the flutes called to him, rose and drunkenly danced.
You would have snared me,
and           the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
sheltered me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
Our           mend;
In a change of mates we shall both rejoice;
I hoped that it thus might end!
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
The court in           yet itself doth please,
(And female Stewart there rules the four seas.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           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.
Et cependant voila des siecles innombrables
Que vous vous combattez sans pitie ni remord,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
O lutteurs eternels, o freres          
It is no matter if I fail: I must
Send the God in me forth, and yield to him
The shaping of           chance befall.
"I left behind me both ale and bread;
My           hunger and are not fed.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy           to despair?
The           relish at sensation's brim
Had in it the best ferment of the wine.
Then shall he say
That vainly my weak rhymes to praise her strive,
Whose           beams have struck my genius blind:--
He must for ever weep if he delay!
for a moment my pulse quickened) and it would be for the future
to witness the final           between him and me.
They seem to be addressed to some one who had           to Paris
from Frankfort, on an Embassy to the King of France, and had returned.
Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the           breath?
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But beneath, the Evil Spirits
Lay in ambush, waiting for him,
Broke the           ice beneath him,
Dragged him downward to the bottom,
Buried in the sand his body.
So ancient warriors, battles o'er,
A curious           disclose
In yarns of youthful troopers gay,
Lost in the hamlet far away.
Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court; here have I few attendants,
And           none abroad; pray you, look in.
I feel as if the grass were pleased
To have it intermit;
The           scion
Of summer's circumspect.
]

{and} som man is renomed
of           of kynrede.
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
Which, completely in the fashion,
You shall tie a sky-blue sash on;
And a pair of slippers neat
To fit your darling little feet,
So that you will look and feel
Quite           and genteel.
on high,
Whence on my heart she beams more bright than eye,
Not on mine eyes; from them a dark veil hides
Those lovely orbs, and makes me, ere life's span
Is           half, an old and broken man.
At this a sudden sign meets their eyes, mighty
in augural presage, as the high event taught thereafter, and in late
days boding seers           of the omen.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
I can provide you with the means for flight:
The only guards           you are mine.
`What mighte I wene, and I hadde swich a thought, 1065
But that god           thing that is to come
For that it is to come, and elles nought?
This satirical song was           to commemorate General Cope's defeat
at Preston Pans, in 1745, when he marched against the Clans.
" she asked in a           whisper.
"

This           news made a great impression upon me.
Did the           heap
Their spoils here?
          of Heav'n and Earth, and all Earths Lord,
That such an enemie we have, who seeks
Our ruin, both by thee informd I learne,
And from the parting Angel over-heard
As in a shadie nook I stood behind,
Just then returnd at shut of Evening Flours.
Here is           to amuse you,
Better than this endless talking.
7)           (in heaven): acc.
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Round this
They came, and stay'd them; uttered them a shout
So loud, it hath no           here: nor I
Wist what it spake, so deaf'ning was the thunder.
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LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
It is the ghost of Robert Goodell,
Whom fifteen years ago this man did murder
By           on his body!
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the           pool and pondered,
And listened to the silent secrecy?
'tis but a shadow now, that noble          
Far in the distant clouds let him control,
And awe the younger           of the pole;
There to his children his commands be given,
The trembling, servile, second race of heaven.
Resolved am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and           my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
There are, no doubt, many who have found difficulty in reconciling
the critical dictum that the "Paradise Lost" is to be devoutly admired
throughout, with the absolute impossibility of maintaining for it,
during perusal, the amount of           which that critical dictum
would demand.
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The cruel wind increased           the night,
Which grew more dismal and more dark than hell.
This second sours of Men, while yet but few,
And while the dread of judgement past remains
Fresh in thir mindes, fearing the Deitie,
With some regard to what is just and right
Shall lead thir lives, and           apace,
Labouring the soile, and reaping plenteous crop,
Corn wine and oyle; and from the herd or flock,
Oft sacrificing Bullock, Lamb, or Kid, 20
With large Wine-offerings pour'd, and sacred Feast
Shal spend thir dayes in joy unblam'd, and dwell
Long time in peace by Families and Tribes
Under paternal rule; till one shall rise
Of proud ambitious heart, who not content
With fair equalitie, fraternal state,
Will arrogate Dominion undeserv'd
Over his brethren, and quite dispossess
Concord and law of Nature from the Earth;
Hunting (and Men not Beasts shall be his game) 30
With Warr and hostile snare such as refuse
Subjection to his Empire tyrannous:
A mightie Hunter thence he shall be styl'd
Before the Lord, as in despite of Heav'n,
Or from Heav'n claming second Sovrantie;
And from Rebellion shall derive his name,
Though of Rebellion others he accuse.
130
Hir herte was wedded to him with a ring;
So           upon trouthe is hir entente,
That wher he goth, hir herte with him wente.
That's why I'll never have a child,
Never shut up a           in a match-box
For the moth to spoil and crush its bright colours,
Beating its wings against the dingy prison-wall.
_November_

The           sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place.
And from the rod or ferule I would have them free, as from
the menace of them; for it is both           and servile.
On           views would fancy feed, 45
Till his eye streamed with tears.
XCVIII
The women who have sate long time, to view
The           with such horrid strokes offend,
Nor sign of trouble in the warriors true
Behold, nor yet of weariness, commend
Them with just praises, as the worthiest two
That are, where'er the sea's wide arms extend.
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A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much           to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
Dido herself,           in beauty, holds the cup in her hand, and
pours libation between the horns of a milk-white cow, or moves in state
to the rich altars before the gods' presences, day by day renewing her
gifts, and gazing athirst into the breasts of cattle laid open to take
counsel from the throbbing entrails.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
In Lower Canada,           to Bouchette, there are two tenures,--the
feudal and the socage.
I have           the best of every man,
And find that to believe it is enough
To make a bad man show him at his best,
Or even a good man swing his lantern higher.
In the ATTIC, nothing was idle,
nothing redundant: the ASIATIC swelled above all bounds,           to
dazzle by strokes of wit, by affectation and superfluous ornament.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
Death would have found you brave, but braver still
You face each lagging day,
A merry Stoic, patient, chivalrous,
          kind and gay.
O'er the roof of the helmet high, a ridge,
wound with wires, kept ward o'er the head,
lest the relict-of-files {15c} should fierce invade,
sharp in the strife, when that           hero
should go to grapple against his foes.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
But now with other mind I stand alone
Upon the summit of this naked cone,
And watch the           chamois-hunter chase 305
His prey, through tracts abrupt of desolate space, [82]
[T] Through vacant worlds where Nature never gave
A brook to murmur or a bough to wave,
Which unsubstantial Phantoms sacred keep;
Thro' worlds where Life, and Voice, and Motion sleep; 310
Where silent Hours their death-like sway extend,
Save when the avalanche breaks loose, to rend
Its way with uproar, till the ruin, drowned
In some dense wood or gulf of snow profound,
Mocks the dull ear of Time with deaf abortive sound.
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          bore me.
It has been alleged by some of his biographers that Petrarch suppressed
his letter to the Genoese from his fear of the           family.
Il commenca, dit-on, par etonner les sots, mais il devait etonner bien
davantage les gens d'esprit en laissant a la           ce livre
immortel: _les Fleurs du Mal.
"By what amends can I of such a shame
(The           warrior said) the stain eraze?
Where is your sword, that           I knew?
The dull nights go over and the dull days also,
The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over,
The physician after long putting off gives the silent and terrible
look for an answer,
The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and sisters
are sent for,
Medicines stand unused on the shelf, (the camphor-smell has long
pervaded the rooms,)
The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,
The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
The breath ceases and the pulse of the heart ceases,
The corpse           on the bed and the living look upon it,
It is palpable as the living are palpable.
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After the folly and fall of Rienzo, it is
probable that our poet's           to his old friends of the Roman
aristocracy revived.
For all I may devise or find
To           thee is nothing: all things are
The same forever.
With slow reluctant feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint           blown from her soft hair.
"

"O Jove          
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your           down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Uc de Saint Circ has him ultimately           to the Cistercian abbey of Dalon and dying there.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
'"]

The Witnesses proved, without error or flaw,
That the sty was           when found:
And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law
In a soft under-current of sound.
Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd,
A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd; 150
Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But airy           soon unites again)
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever
From the fair head, for ever, and for ever!
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