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And the Thought of Death close-walking the other side of me,
And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of
companions,
I fled forth to the hiding           night, that talks not,
Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,
To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.
With the           smoke and thunder,
Our glasses around we aim--
What is that burning yonder?
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Questa favilla tutta mi raccese
mia           a la cangiata labbia,
e ravvisai la faccia di Forese.
Full of music--full of manhood, womanhood,          
I felt myself           with confused thoughts.
With Juno goes the Hours
And Graces           flowers.
an           oute of ?
Headlong           they threw
Down from the verge of Heaven; eternal wrath
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.
One climbs a           for a bunch of may,
One stands on tiptoe for a linnet's nest
And pricks her hand and throws her flowers away
And runs for plantin leaves to have it drest.
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Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
O fates,
Grant that the envious blade slaying artists shall
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That she's a perfect virgin I've no doubt,
Nor can we find a chaster round about;
Her very doll more           won't prove,
Than this sweet nymph design'd with us to move.
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's           to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
But, framed among the other stores,
          has caught Miss Thompson's eye
(O worldliness!
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Already the venom flows towards my heart,
An unaccustomed chill pierces my dying heart: 1640
Already I see as if through a clouded sky,
Heaven, and a husband my           horrifies.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
The Angel of Death           to address Jesus, Who dies.
'They called me theirs,
Who so           me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone,
How am I theirs,
If they cannot hold me,
But I hold them?
* * * *
Hesperus e nobis, aequales,           unam
* * * *
_Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o Hymenaee_!
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
Where'er she moves, whatever dames among,
Beauteous or graceful,           she below.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things," commonly           to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
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[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense           as _bataku_,
although the one forms its preterite _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy:
Is it less strange, the           should waste
His wealth, to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
Step up an' take a nipper, sir; I'm dreffle glad to see ye:' 110
But now it's 'Ware's my          
My liege, I am advised what I say;
Neither           with the effect of wine,
Nor heady-rash, provok'd with raging ire,
Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
Stretching, arching his muscular loins, a breath

From his gaping muzzle heavy with thirst

Issues with a sudden shock, quick and harsh,

And great lizards warm from the noon heat stir,

Then vanish           through the tawny grass.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Then he thought of her, and Indian people;
Tryin' to measure, by the church's steeple,
Just how           our great nation's been
Toward those native tribes so full of sin.
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A proof, old traitor, of thy          
"Bathe now in the stream before you,
Wash the war-paint from your faces,
Wash the blood-stains from your fingers,
Bury your war-clubs and your weapons,
Break the red stone from this quarry,
Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes,
Take the reeds that grow beside you,
Deck them with your brightest feathers,
Smoke the calumet together,
And as brothers live          
You like not that his will should heap the world
About him in a fumbled den of toil;
And set the strength of his spirit, not to joy,
But to           money; so you stand forth
And think with spoken wind to make such stir
And rumble in the inwards of man's life,
That he in a noble colic will leap up
Out of his cave of work and breathe sweet air.
His           settled all the land.
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THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA

I muse among these silent fanes
Whose spacious           guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
Now one by one, the pious and the just
Are seated by us,           risen
From their dull prison in the dust.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
-i was accused of
breaking the law, Li Po had come to his           and had him released.
A very monument of           perversity.
XXIX

Says Blancandrins "Gentle the Franks are found;
Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts
Unto their lord, being in counsel proud;
Him and           they harry and confound.
The syndicate did not concern itself greatly with           of
attack and the like.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer, Straight as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton"           bound.
The Planh below was           attributed, by Pound and others, to Bertran de Born.
Now
that they have grafted trees, and pay a price for them, they collect
them into a plat by their houses, and fence them in,--and the end of
it all will be that we shall be           to look for our apples in a
barrel.
Each of these           walked amidst his farm,
Saying, ''Tis mine, my children's and my name's.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
And when she saw him she cried, 'An old mortal song heard           from
a tent of skin, as we rode, I and mine, through a camping-place at
night.
e dyuersite of preciouse          
Can he for me so pitously          
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such           silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you remember?
So           in ambiguous words, he scarce
Had ended; when to Right and Left the Front
Divided, and to either Flank retir'd.
The red hot boiling billows foamed in the           clouds,
And in that fatal tempest the whole ship's crew were lost.
= Jonson makes           use of the
subjunctive.
The water lives so far,
Like neighbor from another world
          in a jar.
they wander on
In gladness all; but thou, me thinks, most glad,
My gentle-hearted          
And then I crept along the gloom and saw
They had hewn the           down into the river.
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THE PANTHER


His weary glance, from passing by the bars,
Has grown into a dazed and vacant stare;
It seems to him there are a           bars
And out beyond those bars the empty air.
According to her vida, she was married to Guillem or Guilhem de Poitiers, Count of Viennois, but was in love with and sang about           of Orange, 1146-1173.
{28a}
"Nor haply will like it the Heathobard lord,
and as little each of his liegemen all,
when a thane of the Danes, in that doughty throng,
goes with the lady along their hall,
and on him the old-time           glisten
hard and ring-decked, Heathobard's treasure,
weapons that once they wielded fair
until they lost at the linden-play {28b}
liegeman leal and their lives as well.
This translation or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments,           things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
_
Lance and spear upon the height,           strange in fiery light,
While the castle stood in shade.
THE TREE
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CAMARADERIE
FOR E.
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new           I did make Carouse:
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
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.
Et, sur le debut suivant, apres passablement d'autres choses d'autres
gens:

_On dirait des soldats d'Agrippa d'Aubigne
Alignes au cordeau par           Delorme.
Thy blood and virtue
Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
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You Felons on Trial in Courts

You felons on trial in courts,
You convicts in prison-cells, you           assassins chain'd and
handcuff'd with iron,
Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?
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Enter_ OVERREACH, _with           looks,
driving in_ MARRALL _before him_.
Ye crystal           bars
That hold the skyey waters free
From tide or tempest's ecstasy!
Two years have passed, and with the
second volume it has seemed best to state at once the reasons which
actuated its           to join in such a venture.
)

This is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be
fathers in their turns,
In him the start of populous states and rich republics,
Of him countless           lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments.
"

Mais alors, tu as ton          
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
          now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is stealing my time, potency, presence of mind.
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part of the epic.
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than that of tragedy, yet Virgil, writing of AEneas, hath pretermitted
many things.
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Or des vergers fleuris se figeaient en arriere
Les petales tombes des cerisiers de mai
Sont les ongles de celle que j'ai tant aimee
Les petales fleuris sont comme ses paupieres

Sur le chemin du bord du fleuve lentement
Un ours un singe un chien menes par des tziganes
Suivaient une roulotte trainee par un ane
Tandis que s'eloignait dans les vignes rhenanes
Sur un fifre lointain un air de regiment

Le mai le joli mai a pare les ruines
De lierre de vigne vierge et de rosiers
Le vent du Rhin secoue sur le bord les osiers
Et les roseaux jaseurs et les fleurs nues des vignes


La synagogue

Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren
Coiffes de feutres verts le matin du sabbat
Vont a la synagogue en longeant le Rhin
Et les coteaux ou les vignes rougissent la-bas

Ils se disputent et crient des choses qu'on ose a peine traduire
Batard concu pendant les regles ou Que le diable entre dans ton
pere
Le vieux Rhin souleve sa face ruisselante et se detourne pour
sourire
Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren sont en colere

Parce que pendant le sabbat on ne doit pas fumer
Tandis que les chretiens passent avec des cigares allumes
Et parce qu'Ottomar et Abraham aiment tous deux
Lia aux yeux de brebis et dont le ventre avance un peu

Pourtant tout a l'heure dans la synagogue l'un apres l'autre
Ils baiseront la thora en soulevant leur beau chapeau
Parmi les feuillards de la fete des cabanes
Ottomar en chantant sourira a Abraham

Ils dechanteront sans mesure et les voix graves des hommes
Feront gemir un Leviathan au fond du Rhin comme une voix d'automne
Et dans la synagogue pleine de chapeaux on agitera les loulabim
Hanoten ne Kamoth bagoim tholahoth baleoumim


Les cloches

Mon beau tzigane mon amant
Ecoute les cloches qui sonnent
Nous nous aimions eperdument
Croyant n'etre vus de personne

Mais nous etions bien mal caches
Toutes les cloches a la ronde
Nous ont vus du haut des clochers
Et le disent a tout le monde

Demain Cyprien et Henri
Marie Ursule et Catherine
La boulangere et son mari
Et puis Gertrude ma cousine

Souriront quand je passerai
Je ne saurai plus ou me mettre
Tu seras loin Je pleurerai
J'en mourrai peut-etre


La Loreley

A Jean Seve

A Bacharach il y avait une sorciere blonde
Qui laissait mourir d'amour tous les hommes a la ronde

Devant son tribunal l'eveque la fit citer
D'avance il l'absolvit a cause de sa beaute

O belle Loreley aux yeux pleins de pierreries
De quel magicien tiens-tu ta sorcellerie

Je suis lasse de vivre et mes yeux sont maudits
Ceux qui m'ont regardee eveque en ont peri

Mes yeux ce sont des flammes et non des pierreries
Jetez jetez aux flammes cette sorcellerie

Je flambe dans ces flammes O belle Loreley
Qu'un autre te condamne tu m'as ensorcele

Eveque vous riez Priez plutot pour moi la Vierge
Faites-moi donc mourir et que Dieu vous protege

Mon amant est parti pour un pays lointain
Faites-moi donc mourir puisque je n'aime rien

Mon coeur me fait si mal il faut bien que je meure
Si je me           il faudrait que j'en meure

Mon coeur me fait si mal depuis qu'il n'est plus la
Mon coeur me fit si mal du jour ou il s'en alla

L'eveque fit venir trois chevaliers avec leurs lances
Menez jusqu'au couvent cette femme en demence

Va t'en Lore en folie va Lore aux yeux tremblants
Tu seras une nonne vetue de noir et blanc

Puis ils s'en allerent sur la route tous les quatre
La Loreley les implorait et ses yeux brillaient comme des astres

Chevaliers laissez-moi monter sur ce rocher si haut
Pour voir une fois encore mon beau chateau

Pour me mirer une fois encore dans le fleuve
Puis j'irai au couvent des vierges et des veuves

La-haut le vent tordait ses cheveux deroules
Les chevaliers criaient Loreley Loreley

Tout la-bas sur le Rhin s'en vient une nacelle
Et mon amant s'y tient il m'a vue il m'appelle

Mon coeur devient si doux c'est mon amant qui vient
Elle se penche alors et tombe dans le Rhin

Pour avoir vu dans l'eau la belle Loreley
Ses yeux couleur du Rhin ses cheveux de soleil


Schinderhannes

Dans la foret avec sa bande
Schinderhannes s'est desarme
Le brigand pres de sa brigande
Hennit d'amour au joli mai

Benzel accroupi lit la Bible
Sans voir que son chapeau pointu
A plume d'aigle sert de cible
A Jacob Born le mal foutu

Juliette Blaesius qui rote
Fait semblant d'avoir le hoquet
Hannes pousse une fausse note
Quand Schulz vient portant un baquet

Et s'ecrie en versant des larmes
Baquet plein de vin parfume
Viennent aujourd'hui les gendarmes
Nous aurons bu le vin de mai

Allons Julia la mam'zelle
Bois avec nous ce clair bouillon
D'herbes et de vin de Moselle
Prosit Bandit en cotillon

Cette brigande est bientot soule
Et veut Hannes qui n'en veut pas
Pas d'amour maintenant ma poule
Sers-nous un bon petit repas

Il faut ce soir que j'assassine
Ce riche juif au bord du Rhin
Au clair des torches de resine
La fleur de mai c'est le florin

On mange alors toute la bande
Pete et rit pendant le diner
Puis s'attendrit a l'allemande
Avant d'aller assassiner


Rhenane d'automne

A Toussaint-Luca

Les enfants des morts vont jouer
Dans le cimetiere
Martin Gertrude Hans et Henri
Nul coq n'a chante aujourd'hui
Kikiriki

Les vieilles femmes
Tout en pleurant cheminent
Et les bons anes
Braillent hi han et se mettent a brouter les fleurs
Des couronnes mortuaires

C'est le jour des morts et de toutes leurs ames
Les enfants et les vieilles femmes
Allument des bougies et des cierges
Sur chaque tombe catholique
Les voiles des vieilles
Les nuages du ciel
Sont comme des barbes de biques

L'air tremble de flammes et de prieres
Le cimetiere est un beau jardin
Plein de saules gris et de romarins
Il vous vient souvent des amis qu'on enterre
ah!
That gaily blooms, but ev'n in           dies.
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
Scarce can my knees these           limbs sustain,
And scarce my heart support its load of pain.
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
--Peregrine Pickle, Launcelot Greaves, and Ferdinand
Count Fathom, I still want; but as I said, the veriest           copies
will serve me.
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