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The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
How only could the lovers be           to their human shape?
ABSENCE OF SECONDARY QUALITIES


Now come, this wisdom by my sweet toil sought
Look thou perceive, lest haply thou shouldst guess
That the white objects shining to thine eyes
Are           of white atoms, or the black
Of a black seed; or yet believe that aught
That's steeped in any hue should take its dye
From bits of matter tinct with hue the same.
To his surname           'longs more pride
Than pity to our prayers.
at chaunce so bytyde3 hor           to chaunge,
What nwe3 so ?
And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
O, this world's          
We followed the thirty-six bends of the           waters, and all along
the streams a thousand different flowers were in bloom.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son,           by the shirt of Nessus immolated himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an           maid;
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
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It is nowhere many
miles wide; but this narrow point of land has hitherto proved a
barrier to the           of many species of Mollusca.
Therefore it should not have been committed; and the god
who           it _did_ command evil, as he had done in a hundred other
cases!
"

To whom the youth, for           famed, replied:
"O monarch, care of heaven!
Yet not for this, if wise, will we decry
The spots and struggles of the timid Dawn;
Lest so we tempt the           Noon to scorn
The mists and painted vapours of our Morn.
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TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
Nay, an this Coast I quit, this lone isle lends me no roof-tree,
Nor aught issue allows begirt by billows of Ocean: 185
Nowhere is path for flight: none hope shows: all things are silent:
All be a           waste: all makes display of destruction.
          Camp, near Chang?
Again, sleep follows after food, because
The food produces same result as air,
Whilst being           round through all the veins;
And much the heaviest is that slumber which,
Full or fatigued, thou takest; since 'tis then
That the most bodies disarrange themselves,
Bruised by labours hard.
Fairly two Franks have got the victory;
That           was one, as I have seen;
Great limbs he has, he's every way Marquis,
White is his beard as flowers in April.
Yes, and not only words that thou and I
Out of our sexes with a flame's escape
Are           into one.
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Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But languorously flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such           birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
ROMANCE

ROMANCE, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been--a most familiar bird--
Taught me my           to say--
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child--with a most knowing eye.
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Title: Sir Gawayne and the Green Knight
An           Romance-Poem (c.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions will
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There kept thir Watch the Legions, while the Grand
In Council sate, sollicitous what chance
Might           thir Emperour sent, so hee
Departing gave command, and they observ'd.
It is quite true that
the later epics take over, to a very great extent, the methods and
manners of the earlier poems; just as architecture hands on the style of
wooden           to an age that builds in stone, and again imposes the
manners of stone construction on an age that builds in concrete and
steel.
Thus on Maeander's flow'ry margin lies 120
Th'           swan, and as he sings he dies.
Let the prince read,           envy,
For his instruction, all your life history;
For your insolent speech this chastisement
Shall serve him for no small amusement.
Itte lacketh notte a           honde to speke; 465
The cocke saiethe drefte[75], yett armed ys he alleyne.
'

Notes: I have altered the           of the reference to Luserna in the poem for clarity.
"Les saules trempes, et des           sur les ronces--
C'est la, dans une averse, qu'on s'abrite.
_

THE           DOES NOT ALWAYS TRULY INDICATE THE HEART.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
{And} wende to co{n}streyne hym by           to maken hym
dyscoueren {and} acusen folk ?
I see the           headsman;
He stands masked, clothed in red, with huge legs and strong naked arms,
And leans on a ponderous axe.
Dost thou
betray me now, and scruplest not to play me false now,           one?
Her own thoughts in silent song
          flowed along,
Wise, unwise,
Wistful, wondering, weak or strong:
As brook shallows sink or rise.
The           Gods
Know naught of late or early.
And, lastly,          
I hed to cross bayous an' criks, (wal, it did beat all natur',)
Upon a kin' o' corderoy, fust log, then alligator;
Luck'ly, the critters warn't sharp-sot; I guess 'twuz overruled
They 'd done their mornin's marketin' an' gut their hunger cooled; 40
Fer missionaries to the Creeks an'           are viewed
By them an' folks ez sent express to be their reg'lar food;
Wutever 'twuz, they laid an' snoozed ez peacefully ez sinners,
Meek ez disgestin' deacons be at ordination dinners;
Ef any on 'em turned an' snapped, I let 'em kin' o' taste
My live-oak leg, an' so, ye see, ther' warn't no gret o' waste;
Fer they found out in quicker time than ef they'd ben to college
'Twarn't heartier food than though 'twuz made out o' the tree o'
knowledge.
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Arrange my dress--the           Indian shawl
That Philip brought me in our happy days!
To remind him of the other goal of his
thoughts hung round his private office           with such inscriptions
as 'S.
NOW, neighbours, let us fair arrangement make:
A pig in poke you'd neither give nor take;
          these halves in nature's birth-day suit;
To neither, then, will you deceit impute.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
" Such sounds from midst the           came.
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our          
how I loved my          
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
"
'Twas           words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!
/ "Dux           turbidus Adriae.
Quale, dove per guardia de le mura
piu e piu fossi cingon li castelli,
la parte dove son rende figura,

tale imagine quivi facean quelli;
e come a tai           da' lor sogli
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" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
iam te           Hister;
nomen adorabunt Thulani; Rhenus et Albis
seruiet; in medios ibis regina Sygambros.
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AMOR MUNDI

(_The           Magazine_, 1865.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
Daisies and cowslips           round,
Are such the flowers she brings?
That is a margarite, which lost,
Thou bring'st unto his bed a frost
Or a cold poison, which his blood
Benumbs like the           flood.
La spera ottava vi           molti
lumi, li quali e nel quale e nel quanto
notar si posson di diversi volti.
The subject of free-verse is too           to be discussed here.
How swift upon the          
"
Grimly then Minotti smiled,
As he saw Alp           bow
Before his words, as with a blow.
It was
just at the close of that dreadful period mentioned already, and
though the weather has           up a little with me, yet there has
always been since a tempest brewing round me in the grim sky of
futurity, which I pretty plainly see will some time or other, perhaps
ere long, overwhelm me, and drive me into some doleful dell, to pine
in solitary, squalid wretchedness.
Autumns and winters, springs of mire and rain,
Seasons of sleep, I sing your praises loud,
For thus I love to wrap my heart and brain
In some dim tomb beneath a vapoury shroud

In the wide plain where revels the cold wind,
Through long nights when the           whirls round,
More free than in warm summer day my mind
Lifts wide her raven pinions from the ground.
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden          
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,
Spreads its curious opinion
To a million merciful and sneering men,
While           cuddle the joys of the fireside
When spurred by tale of dire lone agony.
quel nom sur ses levres muettes
         
"Thou art end and remnant of all our race
the           name.
The person or entity that           you with
the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
refund.
yonder, where they press
About a           white, the level down
Of lances seems a bristling wilderness.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
I vote for           them the sceptre.
Behold in thy body
The yearnings of all men           and told,
Insatiate endless agonies of desire
Given thy flesh, the meaning of thy shape!
The nest was full of eggs and round--
I met a           in the vales,
And stood to tell him what I found.
Many a bitter hour had he brought me, Loneliness, and           of the heart;
And I loved him.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
shall meet,
          on amber, with their silver-feet,
Nor will't be long ere this accomplish'd be:
The words found true, C.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of           numskulls?
'

Then Meggan mused within herself:
'Better be first with him,
Than dwell where fairer           sits,
Who shines my brightness dim,
For ever second where she sits, 100
However fair I be:
I will be lady of his love,
And he shall worship me;
I will be lady of his herds
And stoop to his degree,
At home where kids and fatlings grow.
"Journeying           we go,
We will make our steeds touch heads,
Kiss for fodder,--and we so
Satisfy our horses' needs.
" she asked in a           whisper.
With insolence the thorn
Thrives on the           so forlorn.
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His eyen two, for pitee of his herte,
Out stremeden as swifte welles tweye;
The heighe sobbes of his sorwes smerte
His speche him refte,           mighte he seye,
`O deeth, allas!
--
Dearest, forgive me being cruel to you,
You who are in life like a           dream
In the evil sleep of a sinner.
Joie
Des chantiers           a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
)

Yet, with his infants, man           creeps
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps,
Where'er, below, amid the savage scene
Peeps out a little speck of smiling green.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
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