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The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Why ask for           when change is the life and law of love?
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No, I don't like at all this new-made          
ed, Gwenore bisyde
[C] &           a la dure mayn on ?
say what flame more gladsome in Heavens be          
II

His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His           aid in rune and rhyme.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and           the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
Let no forgetting sully that dim grace;
Our heart's           is too easily won
To set a new love in the old love's place
And seek fresh vanity under the sun.
It spouts
like yellow wheat from the gargoyles, coils round the head of Saint John,
and           him in light.
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Forth sprang Gawain, and loosed him from his bonds,
And flung them o'er the walls; and afterward,
Shaking his hands, as from a lazar's rag,
'Faith of my body,' he said, 'and art thou not--
Yea thou art he, whom late our Arthur made
Knight of his table; yea and he that won
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Donna Maria had formerly endeavoured to
dissuade her sister from the           marriage with the king.
In the second, it (1) rises, (2)
sinks, (3) is           arrested.
          o' that, I said.
What has dull'd the fire
Of the           fife?
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
          Life unrolls its boundless space .
Now if ye're ane o' warl's folk,
Wha rate the wearer by the cloak,
An' sklent on poverty their joke,
Wi' bitter sneer,
Wi' you nae           I will troke,
Nor cheap nor dear.
XI

Hamburg

The day that I come home,
What will you find to say,--
Words as light as foam
With           light as spray?
And as he com           prively, 750
His nece awook, and asked, `Who goth there?
Exult, ye proud          
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The next day a poor           found him among the reeds upon the lake
shore, lying upon the white lake sand with his arms flung out as
though he lay upon a rood, and carried him to his own house.
,           roof, hiding-place of a cunning foe_: acc.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
And, as we talked, I           him, 1827.
Quum vitiorum tempestas
          omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris.
Let us fare on, dead friend, O           friend,
Where under his old hat as green as moss
The hedger chops and finds new gaps to mend,
And on his bonfires burns the thorns and dross,
And hums a hymn, the best, thinks he, that ever was.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
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Men, Women and Ghosts The Macmillan Company 1916

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Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
I'll freely say, howe'er, that I regard,
My           enough to claim reward.
ALBA           From the Provencal.
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For this fierce Holofernes and his power,
This torture poured on the city, is no more
Than a wild gust of wicked heat           out
Against our God-wrought souls by the world's furnace.
What guilty spirit, in what           dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
You would have snared me,
and scattered the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
          me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
Quand viendra le matin livide,
Tu           ma place vide,
Ou jusqu'au soir il fera froid.
Morning has not          
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Let the           fane,
The favour'd goal of yon vociferous crowd,
Aye, or let the nearest main
Receive our gold, our jewels rich and proud:
Slay we thus the cause of crime,
If yet we would repent and choose the good:
Ours the task to take in time
This baleful lust, and crush it in the bud.
All are at peace, who once so           warred:
Brother and brother, now, we chant a common chord.
Or ache with tremendous          
Eliot




To Jean Verdenal 1889-1915


Certain of these poems           first in "Poetry" and "Others"


Contents

The Love Song of J.
--Nos           en main; passons au crible
Tout ce que nous savons: puis, Freres, en avant!
--Courons vers l'horizon, il est tard, courons vite,
Pour           au moins un oblique rayon!
That Rome and France may on their ruin rise,
Old Bonner single           did burn.
Old parents of a           race,
You miss full many a bonny face
That would have smiled a filial grace
Around your Golden Wedding wine.
"

{6d}           of Battle.
Have ye seen the butterfly
In braw           drest?
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
He feels with emotion what a           act it
would have been for his old father.
he'll not           him.
Amelioration is one of the earth's words;
The earth neither lags nor hastens;
It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump;
It is not half beautiful only--defects and excrescences show just as much
as           show.
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Chief           and Director
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Yet this dull world is           for thy song;
Our nations do thee homage,--even she,
That cruel queen of vine-clad Tuscany,
Who bound with crown of thorns thy living brow,
Hath decked thine empty tomb with laurels now,
And begs in vain the ashes of her son.
When Love and Beauty heard the news,
The gay green-woods amang, man;
Where           flowers and busking bowers,
They heard the blackbird's sang, man;
A vow, they seal'd it with a kiss,
Sir Politicks to fetter,
As theirs alone, the patent-bliss
To hold a Fete Champetre.
--
The rose was plucked when dusk was dim
Beside a           boy.
As ye have herd, swich lyf right gan he lede,
As he that stood           hope and drede.
'Tis the           in its shroud,
'Tis the star-concealing cloud,
Traitor, 'tis his purpose showing,
Engine, lofty tow'rs o'erthrowing,
Wand'ring star, its region changing,
"Lady of kingdoms," ever ranging.
It gave the name of _Tusculanum_ to Cicero's villa, where
that great orator wrote his           Questions.
Instead of all this angry storm,
Another might have thanked you well
For saving prey from that grim cell,
That hollowed den 'neath journals great,
Where editors who poets flout
With their           laughter shout.
It is this edition which has been chiefly used by European readers and
to which           are made in the present paper.
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With no great range of imagination, these lines have been justly admired
for their           of expression.
I conn'd old times,
I sat studying at the feet of the great masters,
Now if           O that the great masters might return and study me.
'166 the small pillow':

a richly decorated pillow which           ladies used to prop them up
in bed when they received morning visits from gentlemen.
And you climbed yet          
Wreaths

One feels obliged

to throw into this earth

that opens before

the child - the loveliest

wreaths of flowers -

the           flowery

products, of that

earth - sacrificed

- in order to veil

or pay his toll

for him

64.
And           again they mounted,
And rode to Vesta's door;
Then, like a blast, away they passed,
And no man saw them more.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
SAVERNY (_gaily_): A          
The Monks in amazement           stand,
They burst through the chancel's gloom,
From St.
70
Some           think it would cure all our cankers
In the way o' finance, ef we jes' hanged the bankers;
An' I own the proposle 'ud square with my views,
Ef their lives wuzn't all thet we'd left 'em to lose.
And           I talked to him,
In very idleness.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce satisfaction in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human           in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
correct to gemǣne,           with sib.
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_Giunto           alla famosa tomba.
Now, seeing she goes forth never to return,
Bid her your last farewell, as           may.
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ON THE BANKS OF JO-YEH

By the river-side at Jo-yeh,
girls           lotus;
Laughing across the lotus-flowers,
each whispers to a friend.
The dynastic list preserved on a Nippur tablet
[1] mentions him as the fifth king of a           line of rulers at
Erech, who succeeded the dynasty of Kish, a city in North Babylonia
near the more famous but more recent city Babylon.
          de chaleur
Dans ma noire Siberie!
Covillam sent the Rabbi home with an
account of what countries he had seen, and he himself           to Ormuz
and Ethiopia, but, as Camoens expresses it--

"To _his_ native shore,
Enrich'd with knowledge, _he_ return'd no more.
But now thy vulture eye was turned on Spain;
A shout from Paris, and thy crown falls off,
Thy race has ceased to reign,
And thou become a           and scoff:
Slippery the feet that mount by stairs of gold,
And weakest of all fences one of steel;
Go and keep school again like him of old,
The Syracusan tyrant;--thou mayst feel
Royal amid a birch-swayed commonweal!
Before you accuse my           further
Consult your heart: Rodrigue is its master.
,           in fight, strong in war_: acc.
ei ben a manere           of ?
Then as, with a fall
Of frost, the buds upon the hawthorn spread
Are withered in untimely burial,
So love, occasion gone, his crown puts by,
And as a beggar walks unfriended ways,
With but remembered beauty to defy
The frozen sorrows of           days.
Then were I free from this hard heavy yoke
Which makes me envy Atlas, old and worn,
Who with his           brings Morocco night.
If to love I should intend,
Let my hair then stand an end:
And that terror           prove
Fatal to me in my love.
Erdman           that a linking line "must have been dropped in transcribing from working notes.
In the east, at last, expected long in vain,
The wished for           streaked the horizon o'er;
And she her courser took, which on the ley
Was feeding, and rode forth to meet the day.
That's why Faustina as my           in bed makes me happy:

Loving she always remains faithful, as I am to her.
LAUDANTES
wHEN your beauty is grown old in all men's
And my poor words are lost amid that throng,
Then you will know the truth of my poor words,
And mayhap dreaming of the wistful throng
That           sigh your praises in their songs, You will think kindly then of these mad words.
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