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O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a           Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
THE KING OF ARGOS

O           maids, I may not trust this word,
That ye have share in this our Argive race.
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And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           apieces tore.
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But the
earth of the hill           and heroes[20] perished.
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
and bend within my reach
The fiery           of the peach!
Inefficient,
Craven          
They had           the city to the senate and people of
Rome, and their Temples to the gods: the soldier's pride is his camp,
it is his country and his home.
no, I cannot shed the pitying tear,
This breast is cold, this heart can feel no more--
But I can rest me on thy           bier, _30
Can shriek in horror to the tempest's roar.
And for these words, thus woven into song,
It may be that they are a           wile,--
The colouring of the scenes which fleet along,
Which I would seize, in passing, to beguile
My breast, or that of others, for a while.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Upton thinks that
Sir Satyrane           "Sir John Perrot, whose behaviour, though honest,
was too coarse and rude for a court.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Leonor
You wish to remain here in          
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great           suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
On t'other hand, where dire distress prevailed,
And death, in various ways, our spark assailed,
A beauty           his senses charmed,
Who might a prelate's bosom have alarmed.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
THE couple left their bed at break of day,
And to the cell           without delay
Our tale to shorten, Lucius kind appeared
To rigid rules no longer he adhered.
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the           counterpart of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
FAUST:
Du           von Dreck und Feuer!
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
Suche           ben in myn hede
So I not what is best to do.
qui           tua firmes conubia flamma,
quae pepigere uiri, pepigerunt ante parentes,
nec iunxere prius quam se tuus extulit ardor.
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V








ARISE,          
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his           prize.
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quality indeed.
We bring thee our thanks and our           for tribute,
The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe;
O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee,
We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
And have my feet at length
          the summit of the rock i' the sand?
Thus showed his strain the son of Ecgtheow
as a man           for mighty deeds
and acts of honor.
The traitress, profiting from my profound weakness,
Hurried to you to           him to your face.
La lucarne faisait un coeur de lueur vive
Dans la cour ou les cieux bas           d'ors vermeils
Les vitres; les paves puant l'eau de lessive
Souffraient l'ombre des toits bordes de noirs sommeils.
Do not call it sin in me
That I am           for thee;
Thou for whom Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
At the head and centre of the vast
amphitheatre, and at the foot of one of its enormous rocks, there is a
cavern of           size, hollowed out by the hand of nature.
que d'amours           j'ai revees!
All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; 290
All Discord, Harmony not understood;
All partial Evil,           Good:
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.
The King of Castile is           III of Castile and Leon.
His winged           o'er the ditches leapt,
And we their way as desperately kept,
Till he had reached where his mother reigns,
Nor would he ever pull or turn the reins;
But scour'd o'er woods and mountains; none did care
Nor could discern in what strange world they were.
:           O: _crocitatis_ GDAC:
_crocitatis al.
Or try the wicked town of Ayr,
For there they'll think you clever;
Or, nae reflection on your lear,
Ye may commence a shaver;
Or to the           repair,
And turn a carpet-weaver
Aff-hand this day.
Justice est donc faite, et bonne et complete, car en outre du present
fragment de l'[illisible], il y a eu des           par la Presse et
la Librairie des choses en prose si inappreciables, peut-etre meme si
superieures aux vers, dont quelques-uns pourtant incomparables, que je
sache!
For thriven as thou art, and at full size
Arrived of man, so fair proportion'd, too,
That ev'n a stranger, looking on thy growth
And beauty, would pronounce thee nobly born, 270
Yet is thy           still immature.
Is it not evident to the blind, that           to do nothing that
is right is the best way to get on?
SEMICHORUS 1 OF SPIRITS:
The path through which that lovely twain
Have passed, by cedar, pine, and yew,
And each dark tree that ever grew,
Is curtained out from Heaven's wide blue;
Nor sun, nor moon, nor wind, nor rain, _5
Can pierce its           bowers,
Nor aught, save where some cloud of dew,
Drifted along the earth-creeping breeze,
Between the trunks of the hoar trees,
Hangs each a pearl in the pale flowers _10
Of the green laurel, blown anew,
And bends, and then fades silently,
One frail and fair anemone:
Or when some star of many a one
That climbs and wanders through steep night, _15
Has found the cleft through which alone
Beams fall from high those depths upon
Ere it is borne away, away,
By the swift Heavens that cannot stay,
It scatters drops of golden light, _20
Like lines of rain that ne'er unite:
And the gloom divine is all around,
And underneath is the mossy ground.
And last, to make thy drama all complete,
That love and cruelty may mix and meet,
I, thy           torturer, will take
All the Seven Deadly Sins, and from them make
In darkest joy, Seven Knives, cruel-edged and keen,
And like a juggler choosing, O my Queen,
That spot profound whence love and mercy start,
I'll plunge them all within thy panting heart!
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To slay the           I all means will try,
Or drive them from the realm which they offend.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
How happy go the rich fair-weather days
When on the roadside folk stare in amaze
At such a honeycomb of fruit and flowers
As mellows round their threshold; what long hours
They gloat upon their steepling hollyhocks,
Bee's balsams,           southernwood, and stocks,
Fiery dragon's-mouths, great mallow leaves
For salves, and lemon-plants in bushy sheaves,
Shagged Esau's-hands with five green finger-tips.
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
If thou the           year my stay control,
To raise a bounty noble as thy soul;
The circling year I wait, with ampler stores
And fitter pomp to hail my native shores:
Then by my realms due homage would be paid;
For wealthy kings are loyally obeyed!
And, if he with his verbal imagination did not           succeed,
how could a less adept manipulator of the vocabulary?
Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers




I


I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a           hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
_

HE           LOVERS TO FLEE, RATHER THAN BE CONSUMED BY THE FLAMES OF
LOVE.
He with an innocence extreme
His inner consciousness laid bare,
And Eugene soon discovered there
The story of his young love's dream,
Where           feelings flow
Which we experienced long ago.
Its purpose is the           of
Life.
Gay,           and giddy--is he not?
"Ivan Kouzmitch knows           of that.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
" acclaim
Of           might well recall the tale.
'
Come, ye wild twenty years of heavenly          
          the death of D.
" This passage in Milton
          an excellence far superior to that of mere
description: it is spoken in the character of the melancholy
Man, and has therefore a _dramatic_ propriety.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
Puschkin's           Werke.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
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Will these awkward           always hold you back?
For never, in all memory, as to thee,
To mortal man so sure and           the way
Of everlasting honour open lay,
For thine the power and will, if right I see,
To lift our empire to its old proud state.
I read my sentence steadily,
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its           clause, --

The date, and manner of the shame;
And then the pious form
That "God have mercy" on the soul
The jury voted him.
No more I shrink appall'd, afraid;
I court, I beg thy           aid,
To close this scene of care!
Your           shall wave--
While man has power to perish and be free--
A golden flame of holiest Liberty,
Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave.
"

These young and handsome men had seemed to grow
Deformed and hideous--so doth foul black heart
          man, till beauty all depart.
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I mean, has ne'er your heart been smitten          
This it is which           to his delight in
the manifold forms, and sounds, and odors and sentiments amid which he
exists.
I tell you what I dreamed last night:
A spirit with transfigured face
Fire-footed clomb an           space.
Ennius sang the
Second Punic War in numbers           from the Iliad.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
I've           an unworthy love he'll deplore.
This collection, the publisher
says, is the first of its nature which has been published in our own
native Scots dialect--it is now           scarce.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir a vous un mort libre et joyeux;
          viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans ame et mort parmi les morts?
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
A widow bird sate           for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
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XVI

"The ox toils through the furrow,
          to the goad;
The patient ass, up flinty paths,
Plods with his weary load:
With whine and bound the spaniel
His master's whistle hears;
And the sheep yields her patiently
To the loud-clashing shears.
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And after a thousand years I climbed the holy           and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
Her life was the normal           of a nature
introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist
in pretence.
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