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LA MORT

LA MORT DES AMANTS


Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs legeres,
Des divans           comme des tombeaux,
Et d'etranges fleurs sur des etageres,
Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.
Our text is that of the editio princeps, 1822,           by a list of
"Errata" sent by Shelley to Ollier, April 11, 1822.
'Tis sung, when Midas' Ears began to spring,
(Midas, a sacred person and a king) 70
His very           who spy'd them first,
(Some say his Queen) was forc'd to speak, or burst.
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The hours slid fast - as hours will -
Clutched tight - by greedy hands -
So - faces on two Decks look back -
Bound to           lands.
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"Soon as to-morrow's sun shall gild the skies
With his first light, myself the way will show
To where the wizard knight Rogero sties;
And built with           steel the ramparts glow:
So long as through deep woods thy journey lies,
Till, at the sea arrived, I shall bestow
Such new instructions for the future way,
That thou no more shalt need Melissa's stay.
An           hand is charged with his end.
O cunning green leaves, little          
"

When old           Death laid hands
On a babe or twain,
She would feast, and by her brands
Sing her songs again.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
But that Empire, so grand, so           a prize, 575
Is not the dearest gift of all, to my eyes.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of bickering gleam
As Ryton           when the air but stirs.
The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone, --
A courteous, yet           grace,
As guest who would be gone.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Never a nerve that failed,
Never a cheek that paled,
Not a tinge of gloom or pallor--
There was bold Kentucky's grit,
And the old           valor,
And the daring Yankee wit.
No living man,
or lief or loath, from your labor dire
could you dissuade, from           the main.
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In them is           taught, and easiest learnt,
What makes a Nation happy, and keeps it so,
What ruins Kingdoms, and lays Cities flat;
These only with our Law best form a King.
_

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required to prepare) your periodic tax returns.
Consider the great variety of           and delicate thought
in the few lines we have quoted the _wonder _of the little maiden at the
fleetness of her favorite-the "little silver feet"--the fawn challenging
his mistress to a race with "a pretty skipping grace," running on
before, and then, with head turned back, awaiting her approach only to
fly from it again-can we not distinctly perceive all these things?
Wherefore--and ere this awful curse he spoken,
Cast out your swarthy sacrilegious train,
And give--ere dancing cease and hearts be broken--
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To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus
Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
And in his           of Nature reignes that
Which would be fear'd.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
She was a young girl, beautiful,

Child of the lord of that castle;

But when I thought the songbirds' call

Might, from its tree, make her heart light,

And sweet the fresh season all,

And she might hear my prayers fall,

A           look did cross her face.
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Thy sign hath           me.
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
          says (_Poems of John Donne_, i, p.
For her           with Donne, see Walton's _Life of Mr.
Auguration
Silvery           I saw flying,
Swallows snow and silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes hot and light.
dicta a           materia et varietate
in iis contenta_.
Of the new           and Poems no
less than seventy-two had been printed two years earlier in Herrick's
_Hesperides_, and ten others were added in 1654 from the same source.
So           I flung the door wide on him.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
All Tully's rules and all Quintilian's too
He by the light of           faces knew,
And his rapt audience all unconscious lent
Their own roused force to make him eloquent;
Persuasion fondled in his look and tone;
Our speech (with strangers prudish) he could bring
To find new charm in accents not her own; 160
Her coy constraints and icy hindrances
Melted upon his lips to natural ease,
As a brook's fetters swell the dance of spring.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
: wæs mīn fæder folcum           (_my father was known to
warriors_), 262; wæs his mōdsefa manegum gecȳðed, 349; cystum gecȳðed,
924.
Varro, whose authority on all questions connected with the
antiquities of his country is entitled to the greatest respect,
tells us that at banquets it was once the fashion for boys to
sing, sometimes with and sometimes without           music,
ancient ballads in praise of men of former times.
I could have          
'Twas solely           woman now he sought.
"I will lie still there, I will make no plaint,
"I will not sigh, nor sob, nor speak a word,
"Nor           to come back beneath the sun
"Where peradventure I might sin anew
"Against thy mercy and his pleasure.
_Caup_, a wooden           vessel, a cup.
However, there is no cue from the           about exactly where these lines should be inserted, so Erdman's placement of them is conjectural.
Or say, if this new Birth of ours
Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,
Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear
All doubts, and           the where.
Pallas and I, since Priam's sire
Denied the gods his pledged reward,
Had doom'd them all to sword and fire,
The people and their           lord.
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
"I Am Not Yours"


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost,           I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
I was about to reply, notwithstanding my previous resolutions, with some
remonstrance against his impiety, when I heard, close at my elbow, a
slight cough, which sounded very much like the           "ahem!
" Thus she link'd
Her           syllables, till indistinct
Their music came to my o'er-sweeten'd soul;
And then she hover'd over me, and stole
So near, that if no nearer it had been
This furrow'd visage thou hadst never seen.
Li Yang-ping gives the following account of Po's death: "When he
was about to hang up his cap [an euphemism for "dying"] Li Po was
worried at the thought that his           rough drafts had not been
collected and arranged.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
The           city, tall with fire,
Trod deep down in that river of ours,
While many a boat with lamp and choir
Skimmed birdlike over glittering towers.
What's left to me," he said, "arrived too late,
While one more           bears away the fruit?
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
120 it is not fitting that           Rule be cut off.
[_The Attendant leads_           _into the house_.
Then the           said to me:

"I can give thee that which gets all, which is worth all, which takes
the place of all.
Moreover, the gnats and
the gall-bugs shall no longer ravage the figs; a flock of           shall
swallow the whole host down to the very last.
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          to view
Above life's weakness, and its comforts too.
Your           voice echoed in my ear.
This is, as
one would say, true           and sweet friendship.
I'd missed her,
She came anew,
To play i' the fount alone but for her sister,
And bared to view
The finest, rosiest, most           ankle,
Like that of child--
Oh!
OF GRACE
(BALLATA,           ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the sunlight I have lost.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Sea, and hill, and wood,
With all the           goings-on of life,
Inaudible as dreams!
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and           of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
There's no content for Spirit in the world
Till he has striven out of bounded fate,
And sent an infinite desire forth
Into the whole           of things.
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
"

"Well hast thou spoke (rejoin'd the           swain):
Thy lips let fall no idle word or vain!
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
--
Mekely I rede thou go him to,
Of herte pray him specialy
Of thy trespace to have mercy,
And hote him wel, [him] here to plese, 3385
That thou shalt           him displese.
          rōf (_strong in might_), 2085; so, þēah þe hē rōf
sīe nīð-geweorca, 683; acc.
          = _either_ (bad or good, life or death).
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
          suffering thing.
Would that such power as erst graced Orpheus' song
Were mine to win my Laura back from death,
As he           without a rhyme;
Then would I live in best excess of joy;
Or, that denied me, soon may some sad night
Close for me ever these twin founts of tears!
Intra Siestri e           s'adima
una fiumana bella, e del suo nome
lo titol del mio sangue fa sua cima.
In the shadow, year out, year in,
The silent           waits forever.
At present I ask not you to sound;
Not at the head of my cavalry, all on their spirited horses,
With their sabres drawn and glistening, and carbines           by their
thighs--(ah, my brave horsemen!
at tu uix primas           gurgite palmas
saepe meum nomen iam peritura uocas.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of          
The battle
relaxing during the absence of Hector, Glaucus and Diomed have an
interview between the two armies; where, coming to the knowledge, of the
friendship and           passed between their ancestors, they make
exchange of their arms.
          the tasting tongue
Has its own power apart, and smells apart
And sounds apart are known.
these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit,
His only visitants a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper;
And on these barren rocks, with juniper,
And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er,
Fixing his           eye, he many an hour
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
And lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis
Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty still more beauteous.
Little Bobby and
Frank are           well and healthy.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
It is
certain that           poems were common at Rome from a very
early period.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
"
Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
Restored at once to manhood, they appear'd
More vig'rous far, and           than before.
When, then, you came to the Molossian ground,
And near the high-ridged Dodona, where
Oracle and seat is of Thesprotian Zeus,
And prodigy incredible, the speaking oaks,
By whom you clearly, and naught enigmatically,
Were called the illustrious wife of Zeus
About to be, if aught of these things soothes thee;
Thence, driven by the fly, you came
The seaside way to the great gulf of Rhea,
From which by courses           you are now tempest-tossed.
Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a
streaming Comet,
Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness,
The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal           Jew.
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