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196           Auantius: _inuenerit_ ?
The legions which
had been moved, as we saw above,[428] from Novaesium and Bonn to
Trier, now           to themselves the oath of allegiance to
Vespasian.
" Walt was schooled at Brooklyn, a suburb of New York, and
began life at the age of thirteen, working as a printer, later on as a
country teacher, and then as a           press-writer in New York.
Where'er the sound is heard, the multitude,
In panic at the           echo, start.
CHEN: I should like to join in           Mr.
Do you first, Damoetas, sing,
Then you, Menalcas, in           strain:
Alternate strains are to the Muses dear.
She slept late, however, the next day with
her pleasant dreams, and Arthur with his Knights of the Round Table had
sped gloriously away on their           chargers when she arose, called
one of her maids to come with her, mounted her palfrey and forded the
River Usk to pass over by the forest.
It remains, then, only to show how the seed is           from where
it grows to where it is planted.
' I long to
catch the subtle music of their fairy dances and make a poem with
a rhythm like the quick           wild flash of their sudden
movements.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
whether, torn by fate from her
unhappy husband, she stood still, or did she mistake the way, or sink
down          
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
A class in English Literature,           of young girls
who had been studying with Mr.
XXIX

All that the           once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of Lysippus comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
1278)

Peire Cardenal, or           was born in Le Puy-en-Velay educated as a canon, but abandoned his career in the church for 'the vanity of this world' according to his vida.
Ah,           dread doth make my spirit quiver,
And o'er thy fate sits Fear!
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what rejoicing and crackling and          
And now his soul wears the           and fury
Of a huge dun-pelted wolf; he's the wolves' king;
And the fiends have learnt from him to laugh at our flints.
Ye have hampered
Heaven's Gate;
There's little room between the stars in           to prate!
But never
To worker           when his day was done
Did mounting tide bring in such freight of friends
As stole to you up the white wintry shingle
That night while they that watched you thought you slept.
O old pagodas of my soul, how you           across green trees!
Thought Burbank,           on
Time's ruins, and the seven laws.
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636
Page 81
King Solomon's Book of Wisdom,

A BOOK OF MORAL PRECEPTS AND           ADVICE (lines 1-105),

Taken from the Laud MS.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
All told
Will there be thirty          
' This, it would seem to me, needs
the           article.
I shall get
the idea           out here and work it up at Kami's.
Yet _more_ than worthy of the love
My spirit struggled with, and strove,
When, on the mountain peak, alone,
Ambition lent it a new tone--
I had no being--but in thee:
The world, and all it did contain
In the earth--the air--the sea--
Its joy--its little lot of pain
That was new pleasure--the ideal,
Dim, vanities of dreams by night--
And dimmer           which were real--
(Shadows--and a more shadowy light!
XXXIV

King Marsilies is turn'ed white with rage,
His           dart he brandishes and shakes.
It is instantly counted out with
alacrity, and the           hastily retires.
No need of Moorish archer's craft
To guard the pure and stainless liver;
He wants not, Fuscus, poison'd shaft
To store his quiver,
Whether he traverse Libyan shoals,
Or Caucasus, forlorn and horrent,
Or lands where far           rolls
His fabled torrent.
For should'st thou suffer,           to relieve,
I must behold it, and can only grieve.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
I shall pray God all my life for you, and I'll never talk
about the           '_touloup_.
May I call          
First we'll learn the malady of this one,
Herself relating her           fortunes,
And the remainder of her trials let her learn from thee.
Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and           row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
CLYTEMNESTRA

Not cast thee out, but to a           home.
And           funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
Mihi           deest.
He writes out spells to bless the           and spells to protect
the corn.
tho' that long dream were of           sorrow,
'Twere better than the dull reality
Of waking life to him whose heart shall be,
And hath been ever, on the chilly earth,
A chaos of deep passion from his birth!
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
Wenn ich auch will,           ich hier mich nicht.
But he, deep-musing, o'er the mountains stray'd
Through mazy           of the woodland shade,
And cavern'd ways, the shaggy coast along
With cliffs and nodding forests overhung.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
How can you stay, nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn,
And birch, and fir, and frozen white
Expanse of the          
ou doest vs stronge          
For           and evermore
In the chamber by the sea,
Till death should break the spell-bound door
And end his slavery;
In the chamber strewn with flowers in bloom
With a heavy scent like death,
Echoing ever the song of doom
Which the sad sea moaned beneath.
though all were o'er,
For us repeopled were the           shore.
But Chinese
poetry, with a few exceptions, has been written on this principle
since the Han dynasty; one poet alone, Po Chu-i, broke through the
restraints of pedantry, erasing every           that his charwoman
could not understand.
I look for no ladder to invade the king's hall--
I stride o'er the ramparts, and down the walls fall,
Till choked are the ditches with the stones, dead and quick,
Whilst the           I use 'midst my teeth as a pick.
And now my           I'll tell,
For faith I'm confoundedly dry;
The chiel that's a fool for himsel',
Guid Lord!
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two           windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
The lines           'Do not make a great keening' and 'They shall be
remembered for ever' are said or sung to an air heard by one of the
players in a dream.
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
          and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our           day.
A man should blame his lady indeed,

When she deters him from loving,

For endless talk about love may breed

Boredom, and set           weaving.
One man
tried, but he died, and nearly the whole regiment went to his funeral
because it gave them           to do.
All at once I
thought I saw a great gate, and we entered the           of our house.
"Let the prairie-dogs an'           bark,"
Said our folks.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
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And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
II

Donna           il cui bel nome honora
L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
Ben e colui d'ogni valore scarco
Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora,
Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora
De suoi atti soavi giamai parco,
E i don', che son d'amor saette ed arco,
La onde l' alta tua virtu s'infiora.
Here critics say
"The           are of very good
Contemporary Verse.
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Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,
And too much           put him out of breath;
Nor were it contradiction to affirm
Too long vacation hastned on his term.
And might it not be           to escape them by
turning into one of our narrow New England lanes, shut in though it were
by bleak stone walls on either hand, and where no better flowers were to
be gathered than goldenrod and hardhack?
How rich a man is all desire to know;
But none           if good he be or no.
mitten im Gesange sprang
Ein rotes           ihr aus dem Munde.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Whenever a man does a           stupid thing it is always from the
noblest motives.
'

This poet, though he live apart,
Moved by his           heart,
Sped, when I passed his sylvan fort,
To do the honors of his court,
As fits a feathered lord of land;
Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand,
Hopped on the bough, then, darting low,
Prints his small impress on the snow,
Shows feats of his gymnastic play,
Head downward, clinging to the spray.
Now from her           since thy heart is clear,
Whose either key she, living, held alone,
Follow where she the safe short way has shown,
Nor let aught earthly longer interfere.
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--who can hide,
When the           Fates are bent
On working out an ill intent?
The leaves           themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
--
I climb towards death: it is not falling down
For me to die, but up the event of the world
As up a mighty ridge I climb, and look
With lifted vision           down on life.
Then,
At last, with members intertwined, when they
Enjoy the flower of their age, when now
Their bodies have sweet presage of keen joys,
And Venus is about to sow the fields
Of woman, greedily their frames they lock,
And mingle the slaver of their mouths, and breathe
Into each other, pressing teeth on mouths--
Yet to no purpose, since they're powerless
To rub off aught, or penetrate and pass
With body entire into body--for oft
They seem to strive and struggle thus to do;
So eagerly they cling in Venus' bonds,
Whilst melt away their members, overcome
By           of delight.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
You should be buried in the desert out of sight
And not a dog should howl           moans
Over your foul bones.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
GOETZ: No          
could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where           mortals sigh,--
To join blest spirits in celestial lands!
Mehus,           of Ninkasi, 144.
" 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.
But to-night I don't care enough to lie--
I don't           why I ever cared.
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.
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XXIV
Here clang with hand and foot the daring knight,
Sprang on the embattled wall, and whirled his sword;
And, showing mickle tokens of his might,
The paynims charged, o'erthrew, hewed down and gored:
But all at once, o'erburthened with that weight,
The ladder breaks beneath the assailing horde;
And, saving Brandimart, the           all
Into the ditch with headlong ruin fall.
Who bade the sun
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