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the china dustless, the keen knife-blades bright, | 1 |
was in cremona's workshops made, | 2 |
an honest tongue may drop a harmless hint. | 1 |
you shall not find the sons of atreus here, | 2 |
to intercept the sunshine and your face. | 2 |
playmates' glad symphony. | 1 |
her lion-port, her awe-commanding face, | 1 |
my father’s sister started when she caught | 2 |
how you sprang! how you threw off the costumes of peace with indifferent hand; | 3 |
these fly to the heavens--their course never ends, | 2 |
not in the close successive rattle | 2 |
a man in the wars delighting, blind-eyed through right and wrong: | 3 |
--so they feast in the hall of atli, and that eve is the first of the seven. | 1 |
i turned, and saw behind me surge | 2 |
to turnus only second in the grace | 2 |
on winter afternoons, | 2 |
their heads, distilling gore, his chariot grace. | 3 |
let sophists give the lie, hearts droop, and courtiers play the worm, | 0 |
they say that 'time assuages,' -- | 2 |
the story of a spavined steed; | 2 |
swifter far than happy night, | 1 |
around my will to link it with her own, | 2 |
in the worst of his poems are mines of rich matter, | 3 |
upon sea-beaten cape, | 2 |
by a great master of the past, | 1 |
counts his nectars -- enters, | 2 |
all over the vale below. | 2 |
while with thy childlike faith we lean | 2 |
and to the tender heart and brave | 1 |
a wagon, overarched with evergreen, | 2 |
upon her sister dear, | 2 |
"before god, sir, i vow, when you are gone, | 2 |
“acca, ’tis past! he swims before my sight, | 2 |
east, west, north, south, are his domain. | 2 |
with the earls of the goths about her: so queenly did she seem, | 1 |
with spring’s delicious trouble in the ground | 3 |
they are fastened well, nom d'un chien! | 2 |
the fraud of priests, the wrong of law, | 0 |
"a quick consumption, that no art could cure! | 2 |
around thy place of slumber glowing! | 1 |
love works at the centre, | 2 |
obliterate the etchings | 0 |
of nature's gold and mints it. | 2 |
shall dwindle, shall blend, | 2 |
and leaves the world to darkness and to me. | 0 |
a story of the days of old, | 2 |
he bent and kissed her head, warm, shining, soft, | 1 |
and she passed out between the blessed things, | 3 |
"how to observe" is what thy pages show, | 2 |
that satraps would have shivered at his frown, | 0 |
dey kin talk from hyeah to yandah, | 2 |
by his sacrifice, foreknown | 2 |
first, he mused what the animal substance or herb is | 2 |
harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish: | 0 |
three banks in three degrees the sailors bore; | 2 |
and that unrest which men miscall delight, | 3 |
and friendship's tenderest sympathy | 1 |
her eye proclaims her of the briton line: | 2 |
in a dell mid lawny hills, | 2 |
that thou should'st smile again?"--the evening came, | 2 |
eliab this occasion seized, | 2 |
and changing like a poet's rhymes, | 2 |
my breast was calm as summer's sea | 1 |
oblivion's blankness claims | 0 |
when your rights was our wrongs, john, | 3 |
godminster chimes | 2 |
nothin' to du but watch my shadder's trace | 2 |
mere raft of stone; | 2 |
a spirit, neither here nor there, | 2 |
tormented by the quickened blood of roots, | 0 |
and then, to go to sleep; | 2 |
with passionate longing burning, | 1 |
where the cloudy hangings waver and the flickering shadows fall, | 0 |
were i once more the lover | 2 |
even while we gaze, though it awhile avail | 2 |
well, i guess i looked at that hand | 2 |
a man may see the moon so, in a pond, | 2 |
ah, soul of mine! so brave and wise | 1 |
the oriole in the elm; the noisy jay, | 2 |
left the torn human heart, their food and dwelling-place. | 0 |
once upon a time, i lay | 2 |
still is my heart and vacant is my breath-- | 2 |
with sharp turns weaving | 2 |
flew to and fro, | 2 |
here on the cliff beneath the oleanders | 2 |
his pass to the majestical far shore. | 1 |
and virtue's bright image, enstamped on the mind, | 1 |
then he said "amarant"; and the damsel drew | 2 |
inexorable death; and claims his right. | 0 |
trailing, wrecked, it came to land, | 0 |
... and call to him. | 2 |
how seen? how known? as through your glass | 2 |
(so thick they crowd), 'tis hardly seen. | 2 |
we were content to show, | 2 |
young childhood, with a moisten'd eye, | 2 |
dead among the shouting people, | 0 |
on their tracks his eyes were fastened, | 2 |
darling, the merciful father | 1 |
bird that from the nadir's floor | 2 |
to touch such goodness with a grimy palm. | 3 |
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