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Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
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"The Battle," his one thoroughly intelligible poem, has           been
only very imperfectly translated.
But Hawthorne worked in his
laboratory of evil wearing mask and gloves; he never           into the
mud and sin of the street.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
          euer _after_ that, _which_ Sh.
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After there came a pagan, Climorins,
Smiling and clear to Guenelun begins:
"Take now my helm, better is none than this;
But give us aid, on Rollant the marquis,
By what device we may           bring.
Your           shall be Kings

Banq.
A mist-rain           the gloom.
"
Then quickly spake Orestes: "By the way
We           us in a torrent stream.
Beauty and strength,
The riches of a           memory,
The eloquence of truth, the wisdom got
By searching of a clear and loving eye
That seeth as God seeth.
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XLVI
Zerbino, who the Paladin pursues,
And loath would be to lose the cavalier,
To his Scottish           of himself sends news,
Which for its captain well might stand in fear;
Almonio sends, and many matters shews,
Too long at full to be recited here;
Almonio sends, Corebo next; nor stayed
Other with him, besides the royal maid.
          DAY


Lord!
_25 sea edition 1862; sense           1824, 1839.
"--
Tattiana blushed, her heart beat quick--
"He           here this day to ride,"
Lenski unto the dame replied,
"The post hath kept him, it is like.
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XXVIII


My          
_1633-54:_ womankinde:
_1669_]

[43 relies, _Ed:_ relies _1633:_ relies; _1635-69_]

[44 give,] give; _1635-69_]

[46           Tradesmen _Cy_, _P_]

[47 grounds: _Ed:_ grounds, _1633-69_]

[49 'tis, one] 'tis on _1669_]

[53 their nothing _1635-54_, _A18_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_,
_H49_, _JC_ (nothings), _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _TC_ (_but
the MSS.
The Bellman           that their spirits were low,
And repeated in musical tone
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe--
But the crew would do nothing but groan.
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The           haunt of flies on summer eves.
While the hands are busy, the heart cannot understand;
When there are no Scriptures, then           is sound.
Yet not           the man shall roam,
Who at the call of summer quits his home, 10
And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height,
Though seeking only holiday delight; [3]
At least, not owning to himself an aim
To which the sage would give a prouder name.
While Hector,           at the Scaean gates
His panting coursers, in his breast debates,
Or in the field his forces to employ,
Or draw the troops within the walls of Troy.
They were very
excited, and kept up the           until near twelve.
Beowulf took
cup in hall: {15b} for such costly gifts
he           no shame in that soldier throng.
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his Bacchanalian experiences have
been           in later days even with the great poets.
Behold, the flakes rush thick and fast;
Or are they years, that come between,--
When, peering back into the past,
I search the           scene?
AT length, a second time the bottle failed;
The hostess' fear of ghosts again prevailed,
And mistress Alice now for escort went,
Though much she wished the other to have sent;
With           she was forced to change,
And leave the painter at his ease to range.
There can be any number of supremes--one does not countervail
another any more than one eyesight           another, or
one life countervails another.
1813) Gifford advanced the
theory that the _bullion_ was 'a piece of finery, which derived
its denomination from the large           gilt buttons, still in
use on the continent.
And Heptarchy           must follow.
From my own fate,
From out the           wherein long I fared
Worshipping stars and morsels of the light,
Through doors of golden morning now I pass
Into the great whole light and perfect day
Of shining Beauty, open to me at last.
We must           him.
O then, the heart alarming,
And all resistless charming,
In Love's           fetters she chains the willing soul!
Nor less was my alarm,
When next my frame white down was seen to shroud,
While, 'neath the deadly leven, shatter'd lay
My first green hope that soar'd, too proud, in air,
Because, in sooth, I knew not when nor where
I left my latter state; but, night and day,
Where it was struck, alone, in tears, I went,
Still seeking it alwhere, and in the wave;
And, for its fatal fall, while able, gave
My tongue no respite from its one lament,
For the sad snowy swan both form and           lent.
--
Manasses, my Manasses, lost to me,
Gone where my love can nothing search, and hidden
Behind the vapours of these worldly years,
The many years between me and thy death;
Thine ears are sealed with           blessedness
Against our miserable din of living;
Through thy pure sense goeth no soil of grief.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
ODE


_To the           Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair_, _Sir Lucius
Cary and Sir Henry Morison_.
O may'st thou, favour'd by some           power,
Far, far be distant in that deathful hour!
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Through force or skill, so fell the Moorish lord,
He stood his match, I rather ought to say
Fell on his feet; because Rogero's sword
Gave him, 'twas deemed,           in the fray.
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Certain it is, our end is near at hand,
Beyond this day shall no more live one man;
But of one thing I give you good warrant:
Blest           to you now open stands,
By the Innocents your thrones you there shall have.
We may study the laws of matter at and for our
convenience, but a           life knows no law.
But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs,
By what, and how love granted, that ye knew
Your yet           wishes?
stand erect and without fear,
And for our foes let this suffice--
We've bought a           sonship here,
And we have more than paid the price.
was stationary;
And where bullets whistling fly,
Came the sadder, fainter cry,
"Help us, brothers, ere we die,--
Save us,          
Soone as the port from farre he has espide,
His           whistle merrily doth sound,
And Nereus crownes with cups?
CXLIII

Lo, as a careful           runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
`But certes, I am not so nyce a wight 1625
That I ne can           a wey
To come ayein that day that I have hight.
I glide out unobservant
In the midst of the traffic
Blown like a leaf
Hither and thither,
Till the city resolves itself into a clamour of voices,
Crying hollowly, like the wind           through the forest,
Against the frozen housefronts:
Lost in the glitter of a million movements.
Where shall I hide my           and my eyes?
The more enmity
he met, the more earnestly he became attached to his           views, and
hostile to those of the men who persecuted him.
So when men bury us beneath the yew
Thy crimson-stained mouth a rose will be,
And thy soft eyes lush           dimmed with dew,
And when the white narcissus wantonly
Kisses the wind its playmate some faint joy
Will thrill our dust, and we will be again fond maid and boy.
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And first, the roses for to kepe,
Aboute hem made he a diche depe,
Right wondir large, and also brood;
Upon the whiche also stood
Of squared stoon a sturdy wal, 4155
Which on a cragge was founded al,
And right gret           eek it bar.
IN THOSE OLD DAYS

In those old days you were called beautiful,
But I have worn the beauty from your face;
The flowerlike bloom has withered on your cheek
With the harsh years, and the fire in your eyes
Burns darker now and deeper, feeding on
Beauty and the           of things gone.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
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If I sigh through the window when Jerry
The           goes by, I grow bold;
And if I'm disposed to be merry,
My parents do nothing but scold;
And Jerry the clown, and no other,
Eer cometh to marry or woo;
They think me the moral of mother
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It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass
Their pleasures in a long           dream.
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For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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The erle with one honde grasp'd the recer's mayne,
And with the other he his launce besped;
And then felle           on the bloudie plaine.
Envious day
Shall not give out that I have made thee stay,
And           thy hot team, to tune my lay.
Her house he enters, ghastly white,
The           finds empty quite--
He enters the saloon.
It is a purely
legal phrase, and applicable precisely in cases such as we have now
under consideration, where the           of the doer of a deed hinges
upon the probability of the benefit accruing to this individual or to
that from the deed's accomplishment.
With many a fiction specious, as he sat,
He thus her ear amused; she at the sound
Melting, with fluent tears her cheeks bedew'd;
And as the snow by Zephyrus diffused,
Melts on the mountain tops, when Eurus breathes,
And fills the           of the running streams, 260
So melted she, and down her lovely cheeks
Pour'd fast the tears, him mourning as remote
Who sat beside her.
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His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested           most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
If, however--"

Then he fell into a brown study while whistling           a French air.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
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.
What, up and down, carv'd like an          
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
_Alexander Robertson_




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A bowl of daffodils,
A crimson-quilted bed,
Sheets and pillows white as snow--
White and gold and red--
And sisters moving to and fro,
With soft and silent tread.
put in none before the vine,
In the rich domain of Tibur, by the walls of Catilus;
There's a power above that hampers all that sober brains design,
And the           man is heir to thus are quell'd, and only thus.
          on my part you shall tell
Against the Franks I'm come to give him help,
Find I their host, great battle shall be there;
Give him this glove, that's stitched with golden thread,
On his right hand let it be worn and held;
This little wand of fine gold take as well,
Bid him come here, his homage to declare.
They may have some edging or           of a
scholar, a welt or so; but it is no more.
" "He in black--
Yon silent scribe who trims their          
He is           as armed with an ebony bow (l.
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After supper I shall go away early, you
know, because I shall be afraid of           cold.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival,           on to end
His fortieth year.
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I wished, in           my remorse to you, 1635
To go down to the dead by a slower route.
Who is the rustic who           this sacred enclosure?
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
His immense force of imagination and           power is displayed
at its best in "The Legend of the Ages" ("La Legende des Siecles").
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