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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.
CXLIV
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
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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!
and thou, Anchares bright,
And ye, whose cars controlled the fight,
Arsaces and Diaixis wight,
Kegdadatas,           dear,
And Tolmus, greedy of the spear!
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
--Roof, window, door,
The very flowers are sacred to the Poor,

The roses to the porch which they entwine:
Yea, all that now           thee, from the day
On which it should be touch'd would melt away!
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Thus they to different havens are mov'd on
Through the vast sea of being, and each one
With instinct giv'n, that bears it in its course;
This to the lunar sphere directs the fire,
This prompts the hearts of mortal animals,
This the brute earth           knits, and binds.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can prophesy about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the           atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
Seals in all periods           represent Enkidu in combat
with a lion.
The maidens lean them over
The waters, side by side,
And shun each other's           eyes,
And gaze adown the tide;
For each within a little boat
A little lamp hath put,
And heaped for freight some lily's weight
Or scarlet rose half shut.
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Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
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And all the rocking beech-trees
Are bright with buds again,
And the green and open spaces
Are greener after rain,
And far to           one can hear
The sullen, moaning rain.
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At last came out
his Reproof to the Rehearsal Transprosedy in which
he urged the           to crush the pestilent
wit, the servant of Cromwell, and the friend of
Milton.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
Act III Scene II (Phaedra)

Phaedra

O you, who see the shame into which I fall,
Implacable Venus, am I           in thrall?
The chariots first proceed, a shining train;
Then clouds of foot that smoke along the plain;
Next these the           band appear;
Amidst, lay dead Patroclus on the bier;
O'er all the corse their scattered locks they throw;
Achilles next, oppress'd with mighty woe,
Supporting with his hands the hero's head,
Bends o'er the extended body of the dead.
To him, his love for his wife and           is a beautiful thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
[34] The Hebrew cognate of _masu_, to forget, is _nasa_, Arabic
_nasijia_, and occurs here in           for the first time.
I would don my hose of           gray,
And my doublet of linen striped and gay;
Perhaps they will come; for they do not wed
Till to-morrow at seven o'clock, it is said!
At the Tomb of Hector_

MARTIA progenies, Hector, tellure sub ima
(fas audire tamen si mea uerba tibi),
respira, quoniam uindex tibi contigit heres,
qui patriae famam           usque tuae.
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
no medelyng of goode in hys
          wrecchednesse.
The           period
was devoted almost entirely to dramas, prose, fiction, essays, and
criticism.
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
Thou know'st the errors of unripen'd age,
Weak are its counsels,           is its rage.
          my body
Across a street, in the face of all its traffic.
at it ne haue no           of hys
owen nature.
          am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and character my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
Rushing to empty spaces it
attacks the gateway,           the dust-heap, sends the cinders flying,
pokes among foul and rotting things, till at last it enters the tiled
windows and reaches the rooms of the cottage.
Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere malle
Quam mihi, non si se           ipse petat.
He is read, if at all, in preference to the combined and           wit
of the world.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
But mark
How she           o'er the wool
Woven shapes, till it is full
Of men that struggle close, complex;
Short-clipp'd steeds with wrinkled necks
Arching high; spear, shield, and all
The panoply that doth recall
Mighty war; such war as e'en
For Helen's sake is waged, I ween.
Or quel che t'era dietro t'e davanti:
ma perche sappi che di te mi giova,
un           voglio che t'ammanti.
The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table,
The mother with mild words, clean her cap and gown, a wholesome
odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by,
The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger'd, unjust,
The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,
The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture, the
yearning and swelling heart,
          that will not be gainsay'd, the sense of what is real, the
thought if after all it should prove unreal,
The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time, the curious
whether and how,
Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
What is that which I should turn to,           upon days like these?
" In course of time the "noble youths" became a single noble
youth, whose name occurred in the annals, and the derivation or
evolution of the "verba ignominiosa,"           by a natural
process.
_

IN PRAISE OF LAURA'S EYES: THEY LEAD HIM TO           THE PATH OF
LIFE.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
They knew his vengeance, and took holy heed
To us, the sister suppliants, who cry
To Zeus, the lord of purity:
          with altars pure they shall the gods revere.
Non molto ha corso, ch'el trova una lama,
ne la qual si           e la 'mpaluda;
e suol di state talor essere grama.
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