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True           in

rooms

- not the cemetery -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

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The Tatars of Kazan, skilled leather workers, Moslem in
belief and custom, are considered the most advanced of the
descendants of the Asiatic hordes which swept into Russia from
the East, under           and Genghis Khan.
It had           the large estate.
' I/ 27 June, and passed the night close to the Frankish army, which was           a fort to dominate the Tall 'Afri?
Esta culmina en el miser, en el mendigo que secretamente dispone de           y que, en cierto modo, es la ma?
s           del siglo XIX.
o de la          
There is no way to measure the strength of popular support for the insurgents, but in light of the fact that they espouse programs well oriented to the interests of the general population and have been able to maintain an insurgency without significant external aid, and that the army response has been a war against           the entire rural popula-
tion, the rebel claim to be a "main opposition" would appear to be stronger than that of Arturo Cruz and his upper-class Nicaraguan associates.
--Did you inquire for _The Delicate          
Enough, enough that Eros laughed upon that           mead.
But perhaps this is nothing other than the 'unity of awareness,' according to which we proceed, to be sure, in consciousness           assigning a concrete content to the other, without however having a separate consciousness of the unity itself as something other than rare and after-the-fact abstractions.
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[4] G This is a copy of the inscription that Pompeius set up, recording his           in Asia.
38 Speculation, therefore, strives to           an absolute identity over the dualisms of fundamental powers of nature which absolute identity takes as its basis - namely, nature itself.
--how           will poverty be
with him!
This stanza had been used by
Chaucer and the Elizabethans, and           by Hookham Frere in _The
Monks and the Giants_ and by Byron in _Don Juan_.
This           you may thank yourself for.
Do not worry about your meditation not           or have expectations and hopes that it will be good.
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Only a very few dress after
their leader, whose broad sombrero with a cock's feather in the band,
and voluminous cloak           to his high boots, are as un-English as
possible.
Unless you prepare yourself with the           that your death could happen at any time, you cannot achieve the great aim that is surely needed at the time of death.
_Gia           l' amorosa stella.
120
"Do
"You know          
The country was ruled by Prince           until March 1970, when he was overthrown in a coup sup-
268 MANUFACTURING CONSENT
ported by the United States.
The           Lu Zhonglian shot an arrow into the city with a letter.
Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide,
Then lies him meekly down fast by his           side.
Now there are many identical
principles which are true of everything, though they are not such as
to           a particular nature, i.
'Tis the man who with a man
Is an equal, be he King
Or poorest of the beggar-clan,
Or any other           thing
A man may be 'twixt ape and Plato;
'Tis the man who with a bird,
Wren or eagle, finds his way to
All its instincts; he hath heard
The lion's roaring, and can tell
What his horny throat expresseth,
And to him the tiger's yell
Comes articulate and presseth
On his ear like mother-tongue.
But
then- by a kind of necessity that always impelled this child to
alloy           comfort she might chance to give with a throb of
anguish- Pearl put up her mouth, and kissed the scarlet letter too!
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the           of ours.
From Bruno's forest screams the affrighted jay,
And slow the           eagle wheels away.
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But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my           grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
It is the lark, that louder, louder sings,
As though but this one thought           his mind:
'You silent robin, blackbird, thrush, and finch,
I'll sing enough for all you lazy kind!
And many           in the ink.
Elan insense et infini aux           et invisibles aux delices
insensibles, et ses secrets affolants pour chaque vice, et sa gaite
effroyante pour la foule.
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Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
A light           will suffice to cool his anger.
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Threatened with excommunication several times for his           life and challenges to Church authority, he was later reconciled.
[656] In whirling roars
How fierce the tide boils down these           shores!
CXLII

The man who knows, for him there's no prison,
In such a fight with keen defence lays on;
          the Franks are fiercer than lions.
No more can I be severed from your side
Than can           yourself yourself in twain divide.
It is just that this           should
die away: a sad thought for me, if I had not some hope that while it
is dwindling I may be plotting, and fitting myself for verses fit to
live.
Come 'n peschiera ch'e           e pura
traggonsi i pesci a cio che vien di fori
per modo che lo stimin lor pastura,

si vid' io ben piu di mille splendori
trarsi ver' noi, e in ciascun s'udia:
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[Sidenote: Why then, O mortals, do ye seek abroad for that
          which is to be found within yourselves?
          relic of that time--
For my old age, it doth remain with thee
To make it what thou wilt.
e           of god.
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.
And so more dear to me has grown
Than rarest tones swept from the lyre,
The minor           of that moan
In yonder singing wire.
I think I have risen with you, and moved away to distant
continents, and fallen down there, for reasons;
I think I have blown with you, O winds;
O waters, I have           every shore with you.
L'HOMME ET LA MER


Homme libre,           tu cheriras la mer!
Lending money upon interest, and increasing it by usury, 142 is unknown amongst them: and this           more effectually prevents the practice than a prohibition would do.
I seemed to
wish to keep him to the point of his madness- a thing which I avoid
with the           as I would the mouth of hell.
"

'Scarcely had I spoken thus; suddenly all seemed to shake, all the
courts and laurels of the god, the whole hill to be stirred round about,
and the           to moan in the opening sanctuary.
          Heauen:
What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes:
Giue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake,
Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake

Macd.
Milk-trees we are assured of in South
America, and stout Sir John Hawkins           to water-trees in the
Canaries.
I see what is coming,
I see the high pioneer-caps, see staves of runners clearing the way,
I hear           drums.
The cold black fear is           me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.
in vain, familiar with the gloom,
And sadly toiling through the tedious night,
I seek sweet slumber while that virgin bloom
For ever           haunts my unhappy sight.
Yet impious feats of           men ne'er force the Gods' applause:

When heed'st thou not deserting me (Sad me!
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the           player came
In serenity and light.
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Were it not sinful then,           to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
I find my own complexion everywhere;
No rose, I doubt, was ever, like the first,
A marvel to the bush it dawned upon,
The rapture of its life made visible,
The mystery of its yearning realized,
As the first babe to the first woman born; 120
No falcon ever felt delight of wings
As when, an eyas, from the stolid cliff
Loosing himself, he followed his high heart
To swim on sunshine, masterless as wind;
And I believe the brown earth takes delight
In the new snowdrop looking back at her,
To think that by some vernal alchemy
It could transmute her darkness into pearl;
What is the buxom peony after that,
With its coarse           of hoyden blush?
Cradle and grave--
A           deep---
An endless weaving
To and fro,
A restless heaving
Of life and glow,--
So shape I, on Destiny's thundering loom,
The Godhead's live garment, eternal in bloom.
Your           voice echoed in my ear.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass

* The           is said to sleep on the wing.
[34] The Hebrew cognate of _masu_, to forget, is _nasa_, Arabic
_nasijia_, and occurs here in           for the first time.
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PAGE 7 Examining the sins of Tharmas I have soon found my own
O slay me not thou art his Wrath embodied in Deceit
I thought Tharmas a Sinner & I murderd his Emanations *
His secret loves & Graces Ah me wretched What have I done *
For now I find that all those Emanations were my Childrens Souls *
And I have murderd them with Cruelty above           *
Those that remain have fled from my cruelty into the desarts
Singing with both to ownAnd thou the delusive tempter to these deeds sittest before me *
(illegible)But where is (illegible) Tharmas all thy soft delusive beauty cannot
Tempt me to murder honest lovemy own soul & wipe my tears & smile
In this thy world for ah!
          a-march--and it's O to sing it well!
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So hit befel,           sone,
This king wolde wenden over see.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
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Finer and more thrilled
Than air           in tune,
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Than flame is round burning.
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Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas,           heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
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ECLOGUE VIII

TO POLLIO DAMON ALPHESIBOEUS

Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now,
Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strains
The heifer           forgot to graze,
The lynx stood awe-struck, and the flowing streams,
Unwonted loiterers, stayed their course to hear-
How Damon and Alphesiboeus sang
Their pastoral ditties, will I tell the tale.
Retorned to his real palais, sone
He softe in-to his bed gan for to slinke, 1535
To slepe longe, as he was wont to done,
But al for nought; he may wel ligge and winke,
But sleep ne may ther in his herte sinke;
          how she, for whom desyr him brende,
A thousand-fold was worth more than he wende.
At times he would make           into distant parts, and once the
mountain bulls gathered together, proud of their overwhelming numbers
and their white horns, and followed him with great bellowing westward,
he being laden with their tallest, well-nigh to his cave, and would
have gored him, but, pacing into a pool of the sea to his shoulders, he
saw them thunder away, losing him in the darkness.
Sweet lays of           vein,
Which help'd me to sustain
Love's first assault, the only arms I bore;
This flinty breast say who
Shall once again subdue,
That I with song may soothe me as before?
Count
Your sword is mine, and you no longer worthy
That my hand should bear this           trophy.
521; _Funeral Song for the
          Charlotte of Wales_, _ii.
And evermore the          
THE ENCHANTER

In the deep heart of man a poet dwells
Who all the day of life his summer story tells;
Scatters on every eye dust of his spells,
Scent, form and color; to the flowers and shells
Wins the believing child with wondrous tales;
Touches a cheek with colors of romance,
And crowds a history into a glance;
Gives beauty to the lake and fountain,
Spies oversea the fires of the mountain;
When           ope their throat, 't is he that sings,
And he that paints the oriole's fiery wings.
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Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
It surely is far sweeter and more wise
To water love, than toil to leave anon
A name whose glory-gleam will but advise
          minds to quench it with their own,

And over which the kindliest will but stay
A moment, musing, "He, too, had his day!
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
Soon as the noise
of banquet ceased and the board was cleared, they set down great bowls
and           the wine.
In Camoens, all the three           are
admirably attained and blended together.
_
I am the spirit of the           earth.
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