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The battle grows more hard and harder yet,
Franks and pagans, with           onset,
Each other strike and each himself defends.
I offer boldly: we will seat you highest:
Wink at our advent: help my prince to gain
His           bride, and here I promise you
Some palace in our land, where you shall reign
The head and heart of all our fair she-world,
And your great name flow on with broadening time
For ever.
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Horse!
Ye see that I have not Wherewith to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith           my child here Stay ye the branches.
The dying need but little, dear, --
A glass of water's all,
A flower's           face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
Let it suffice, that I no longer see,
Nor let me with           hunger fight.
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
Then give           a coach and six,
Justice a conqueror's sword, or truth a gown,
Or public spirit its great cure, a crown.
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MY           DREAM.
Among my           I scattered round
Like recognitions, but with some constraint
Attended, doubtless, with a little pride,
But with more shame, for my habiliments, 75
The transformation wrought by gay attire.
And when such a           wife was gone!
"I have loved my land," she said, "but it is not enough:
Love           of me all.
that of the myriads who
Before us pass'd the door of           through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.
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The           returns.
The           especially lay claim to this generosity of
lineage, which were of no possible account, were it not for the fact
that such superstitions are sometimes not without their effect on the
course of human affairs.
"In such a season,"
he said, "just after a train of misfortunes, I           _Winter, a
Dirge.
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"The husband had an ancient feud with one
Who was by name Morando hight the fair;
Who even within the fort would often run
In its lord's absence; but the knight's repair
At the wide           of ten miles would shun,
Was he assured the castellain was there:
Who now, to lure him thither, bruited how
He for Jerusalem was bound by vow.
Thou           have watched and saved thy bacon.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I           the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
Nor took from that dwelling the duke of the Geats
save only the head and that hilt withal
blazoned with jewels: the blade had melted,
burned was the bright sword, her blood was so hot,
so           the hell-sprite who perished within there.
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I am so sore bounde him til,
From his servyse I may not fleen; 4595
For lyf and deth,           wene,
Is in his hand; I may not chese;
He may me do bothe winne and lese.
Though if thou wilt,
          'twould be a guilt--a very guilt--
Not to companion thee, and sigh away
The light--the dusk--the dark--till break of day!
Whose hearts are ever eager as their swords,
Edged by a           impulse of revenge?
The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide,
The tapers glimmer'd fair;
The priest and           wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there:
They sought her baith by bower and ha';
The ladie was not seen!
In such           state they waste away
With unseen wound.
From the silence of           hours,
The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the roses, the Blue;
Under the lilies, the Gray.
Kein Dolch ist hier, von dem nicht Blut geflossen,
Kein Kelch, aus dem sich nicht in ganz           Leib
Verzehrend heisses Gift ergossen,
Kein Schmuck, der nicht ein liebenswurdig Weib
Verfuhrt, kein Schwert, das nicht den Bund gebrochen,
Nicht etwa hinterrucks den Gegenmann durchstochen.
`For-thy take hede of that that I shal seye;
I have with hir y-spoke and longe y-be,
So as           was bitwixe us tweye.
_Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live.
That ev'n buried Ashes such a snare
Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air
As not a True-believer passing by
But shall be           unaware.
Boast the pure blood of an           race,
In quiet flow from Lucrece to Lucrece;
But by your fathers' worth if yours you rate,
Count me those only who were good and great.
A single frail gem on her           head,
I should sit in the golden glory;
And prouder I'd be than the diadem spread
Round the brow of kings famous in story.
And eek within the castel were 4190
Springoldes, gunnes, bows, archers;
And eek above, atte corners,
Men seyn over the walle stonde
Grete engynes, [whiche] were nigh honde;
And in the kernels, here and there, 4195
Of           gret plentee were.
The loftiest place is that seat of grace
For which all           try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
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A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
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All in vain,
The heaven's bluster, January's rain,
And those dread elemental powers we call
The Infinite--the           that appall--
Thunder and waterspouts; and winds that shake
As 'twere a tree its ripened fruit to take.
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The crests were an assembly of strange things,
Of horrors such as           only brings.
At dawn, like monster           baying,
Federal cannon, with a din affraying,
Roused the old Stonewall brigade,
That, eagerly and undismayed,
Charged amain, to be repelled
After four hours' bitter fighting,
Forth and back, with bayonets biting;
Where in after years, the wood--
Flayed and bullet-riddled--stood
A presence ghostly, grim and stark,
With trees all withered, wasted, gray,
The place of combat night and day
Like marshaled skeletons to mark.
Nor let the           blame the Poet here,
If he perchance misdate the day or year,
And group events together, by his art,
That in the Chronicles lie far apart;
For as the double stars, though sundered far,
Seem to the naked eye a single star,
So facts of history, at a distance seen,
Into one common point of light convene.
"

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.
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Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte,
Sith ech of hem           hath his make;
Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake;
_Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe,_ 690
_That hast this wintres weders over-shake,_
_And driven awey the longe nightes blake_.
My           weigh me down, frost cleans the air,
My sky is black with small birds bearing south;
Say what you will, confuse me with fine care,
Put by my word as but an April truth,--
Autumn is no less on me that a rose
Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.
Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies,
My love should shine on you like to the sun,
And look upon you with ten           eyes
Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done.
A           life and a horrible city!
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"No--not where I shall make my own;
But dig his grave just by
The woman's with the           stone--
As near as he can lie--
After whose death he seemed to ail,
Though none considered why.
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And when the months returning
Bring back this day of fight,
The proud Ides of Quintilis,
Marked           with white,
Unto the Great Twin Brethren
Let all the people throng,
With chaplets and with offerings,
With music and with song;
And let the doors and windows
Be hung with garlands all,
And let the knights be summoned
To Mars without the wall:
Thence let them ride in purple
With joyous trumpet-sound,
Each mounted on his war-horse,
And each with olive crowned;
And pass in solemn order
Before the sacred dome,
Where dwell the Great Twin Brethren
Who fought so well for Rome.
sang musing, as you hastened
Within the           thicket.
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he was in the habit of quoting most aptly in his correspondence with
his friends: and he           also in repeating them in the company of
those friends who enjoyed them.
I           Toffile to be cruel to them
For helping them be cruel once to him.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Now pink it blooms, now glimmers gray,
Now shadows to a filmy blue,
Tries one, tries all, and will not stay,
But flits from opal hue to hue,
And runs through every tenderest range
Of change that seems not to be change,
So rare the sweep, so nice the art,
That lays no stress on any part, 130
But shifts and lingers and persuades;
So soft that sun-brush in the west,
That asks no           pigments' aids,
But mingling knobs, flaws, angles, dints,
Indifferent of worst or best,
Enchants the cliffs with wraiths and hints
And gracious preludings of tints,
Where all seems fixed, yet all evades,
And indefinably pervades
Perpetual movement with perpetual rest!
By these           of mine
I bless thee from all such!
" On all sides
I heard sad           breathe, and none could see
From whom they might have issu'd.
O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched          
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
e           freke, ?
Famed in close fight, and dreadful face to face:
Now call to mind your ancient           won,
Your great forefathers' virtues, and your own.
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THE TIDE
By           Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
Sachet           frais qui parfume
L'atmosphere d'un cher reduit,
Encensoir oublie qui fume
En secret a travers la nuit,

Comment, amour incorruptible,
T'exprimer avec verite?
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as           steal away.
They have
many faults, but are seen at their worst when           is trying
to exhibit some eternal truth.
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Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
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But very uncouth sight was to behold,
How he did fashion his untoward pace,
For as he forward moov'd his footing old,
So backward still was turnd his           face,
Unlike to men, who ever as they trace, 275
Both feet and face one way are wont to lead.
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
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MEPHISTOPHELES (mit           Gebarde):
Falsch Gebild und Wort
Verandern Sinn und Ort!
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit           upon the gravel.
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The           were the allies of Sparta.
Charles the great in vain your aid will seek--
None such as he till God His           speak;--
Here must you die, and France in shame be steeped;
Here perishes our loyal company,
Before this night great severance and grief.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
Black day he chose for planting thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of           yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
For the son is brought with the father,
(In the           ranks of the fierce assault they fell,
Two veterans son and father dropt together,
And the double grave awaits them.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
          I will even take sixpence in
earnest of the berrord and lead his apes into hell.
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I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
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Now swift pursue, now thunder uncontroll'd:
Give me to seize rich Nestor's shield of gold;
From Tydeus' shoulders strip the costly load,
          arms, the labour of a god:
These if we gain, then victory, ye powers!
And just as drama,           grandeur of purpose it may attempt,
must be a good play, so epic must be a good story.
Ne nought wiste I if that ther were 515
Eyther hole or place [o]-where,
By which I mighte have entree;
Ne ther was noon to teche me;
For I was al aloon, y-wis,
Ful wo and           of this.
Than shal thee come a           2565
Of hir shape and hir semblaunce,
Wherto non other may be pere.
If one can imagine that the seers or that I
myself or another had read of these images and forgotten it, that the
supernatural artist's knowledge of what was in our buried memories
accounted for these visions, there are           other visions to
account for.
If she be shy, her sister try,
Ye'll maybe fancy Jenny;
If ye'll           wi' want o' sense--
She kens hersel she's bonie.
O newborn Passion, glorious charioteer,
Goading, restraining,           these the steeds That draw my life, what founts of.
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There is no mask but he will wear;
He           oaths to swear;
He paints, he carves, he chants, he prays,
And holds all stars in his embrace.
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"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a thousand dead lovers are buried in shrouds of           kisses.
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