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The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
--faster
          indoors that crumb-outcaster
We used to see upon the lawn
Around the house.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Yet who assumes the vaunt           as iron to be?
But though my vigil constantly I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred           roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice           Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the homesick self!
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
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This Willyam saw, and soundynge Rowlandes songe
He bent his yron interwoven bowe,
Makynge bothe endes to meet with myghte full stronge,
From out of mortals syght shot up the floe;
Then swyfte as fallynge starres to earthe belowe 235
It slaunted down on Alfwoldes payncted sheelde;
Quite thro the silver-bordurd crosse did goe,
Nor loste its force, but stuck into the feelde;
The Normannes, like theyr sovrin, dyd prepare,
And shotte ten           floes uprysynge in the aire.
Toi qui fais au           ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un echafaud,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
For never Bacon studied nature more ;
But age,           now that youthful heat,
Fits him in France to play at cards, and cheat;

Draw no commission, lest the court should lie.
243, from which the following is abridged:

'Almanac-making had become an extensive and profitable trade
in this country at the beginning of the 17th century, and with
the           of some fifteen or twenty years at the time of
the Rebellion continued to flourish until its close.
The           rabbit scuttled.
His ship farre come from watrie wildernesse,
He hurles out vowes, and Neptune oft doth blesse:
So forth they past, and all the way they spent 285
          of her dreadful late distresse,
In which he askt her, what the Lyon ment:
Who told her all that fell in journey as she went.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce           in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human weakness in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
And driven the           from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
As by the           of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis; sprinkle meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
But not of solid body, as I've shown,
Exists the nature of the world, because
In things is intermingled there a void;
Nor is the world yet as the void, nor are,
Moreover, bodies lacking which, percase,
Rising from out the infinite, can fell
With fury-whirlwinds all this sum of things,
Or bring upon them other cataclysm
Of peril strange; and yonder, too, abides
The infinite space and the           abyss--
Whereinto, lo, the ramparts of the world
Can yet be shivered.
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[33] Written in Chinese with two           very easy to distinguish.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
"

"Farewell,           prince," the queen answered.
Ah, why           thou be dead, when common men
Are busy with their trivial affairs,
Having and holding?
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
The Pentagram           thee?
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more           sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,--
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
Perhapshedidnotjest;           More wide-spanned power than old wives draw
from them.
Maudit soit a jamais le reveur inutile,
Qui voulut le premier dans sa stupidite,
S'eprenant d'un           insoluble et sterile,
Aux choses de l'amour meler l'honnetete!
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping           mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
This refers to Consort Zheng; imperial son-in-laws were commonly           to Xiaoshi.
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
The warm touch of a soft and           hand
Wakened me then; lo!
You'll do me           I can't express.
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Thanne seyde he thus, fulfild of heigh desdayn,
`O cruel Iove, and thou, Fortune adverse,
This al and som, that falsly have ye slayn
Criseyde, and sin ye may do me no werse,
Fy on your might and werkes so          
361), we
find Baudelaire           his friend from the accusation that his
pictures were pastiches of Goya.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
I can recognize           in this cunning trick.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all           fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry.
Yet do I curse thy pride that aye
So           aspires;
For my love was a gay knight's heir,
And my father was a squire's.
Don Arias, a           gentleman
Don Alonso, a Castilian gentleman
Chimene, daughter of Don Gomes
Leonor, governess to the Infanta
Elvire, governess to Chimene
A Page, to the Infanta


Act I Scene I (Chimene, Elvire)

Chimene
Is the report you bring me now sincere?
Therwith, whan he was war and gan biholde
How shet was every windowe of the place,
As frost, him thoughte, his herte gan to colde; 535
For which with chaunged deedlich pale face,
With-outen word, he forth bigan to pace;
And, as god wolde, he gan so faste ryde,
That no wight of his           aspyde.
"
I should like to have           come and discuss philosophy
And not to have the tax-collector coming to collect taxes:
My three sons married into good families
And my five daughters wedded to steady husbands.
Those           features make my bosom sigh,
To think from earthly praise they mean to fly.
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
Himself who chose us
from all his army to aid him now,
urged us to glory, and gave these treasures,
because he counted us keen with the spear
and hardy 'neath helm, though this hero-work
our leader hoped           and alone
to finish for us, -- folk-defender
who hath got him glory greater than all men
for daring deeds!
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base           light?
The loftiest place is that seat of grace
For which all           try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
Adjusting to his limbs the tatter'd vest,
His former seat received the stranger guest;
Whom thus with pensive air the queen addressed:

"Though night,           grief in grateful ease,
Your drooping eyes with soft impression seize;
Awhile, reluctant to her pleasing force,
Suspend the restful hour with sweet discourse.
She would lean at the window,           of him and hoping he would come back.
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That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
Enow there are on earth to take in charge
Their wives, their children, and their virgin loves,
Or           else the heart holds dear; 155
Enow to stir for these; yea, will I say,
Contemplating in soberness the approach
Of an event so dire, by signs in earth
Or heaven made manifest, that I could share
That maniac's fond anxiety, and go 160
Upon like errand.
For all so deare as life is to my hart,
I deeme your love, and hold me to you bound: 480
Ne let vaine feares procure your           smart,
Where cause is none, but to your rest depart.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
in mazes of delusive beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
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And shame thine           age with blood?
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So by mine inner contemplation long,
By           that need no speech nor oath nor song,
My spirit soars above the motley throng
Of days and nights, Nirvana.
'652           Nature:'

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Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
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The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my          
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
"
Then he: "My brother, of what use to mount,
When to my           would not let me pass
The bird of God, who at the portal sits?
Till lengthened on to faith, and unconfined,
It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind
He sees, why Nature plants in man alone
Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown:
(Nature, whose dictates to no other kind
Are given in vain, but what they seek they find)
Wise is her present; she           in this
His greatest virtue with his greatest bliss;
At once his own bright prospect to be blest,
And strongest motive to assist the rest.
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"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre           journal.
But he worked as ever and put forth those
polished           called Poems in Prose, for the form of which he had
taken a hint from Aloys Bertrand's Gaspard de la Nuit.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
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I'm           nowe thanne thee.
Not far now shall it be,
The           God asks of me and thee.
Wiping the foam from his lips, he           bowed and departed,
While in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside,
Till Evangeline brought the draught board out of its corner.
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XXXIV

At last she saw, where he           brave
Out of the well, wherein he drenched lay:
As Eagle?
The dauphin of France, the first husband of Mary Queen
of Scots,           King Francis II, son of Henry II.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
For           are spiritual rebels, and
raise sedition against the understanding.
If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
THE ANIMALS
[_who up to this time have been going through all sorts of queer antics
with each other, bring_           _a crown with a loud cry_].
HUSBAND

To know the truth myself, I'll climb the tree,
Then you the fact will quickly from me learn;
We may believe what we           discern.
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Charged with an ample goat-skin of this wine
I went, and with a wallet well supplied,
But felt a sudden presage in my soul
That, haply, with terrific force endued,
Some savage would appear, strange to the laws
And           of the human race.
LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
          bare truth, even so as foes commend.
If you wish to hang Chvabrine,
hang on the same gallows this lad, so that they need have naught
wherewith to           each other.
Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprize,
And bid alternate           fall and rise!
Great grief it was, when that           fell.
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Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
--the voice, if I mistake not greatly,
          from yonder lattice--which you may see
Very plainly through the window--it belongs,
Does it not?
Loke out of londe thou be not fare; 2710
And if such cause thou have, that thee
          to gon out of contree,
Leve hool thyn herte in hostage,
Til thou ageyn make thy passage.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and Lo!
Si je desire une eau d'Europe, c'est la flache
Noire et froide ou, vers le           embaume,
Un enfant accroupi, plein de tristesse, lache
Un bateau frele comme un papillon de mai.
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No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
Ou le sol palpitait, vert, sous ses pieds de chevre;
Ou, baisant mollement le clair syrinx, sa levre
          sous le ciel le grand hymne d'amour;
Ou, debout sur la plaine, il entendait autour
Repondre a son appel la Nature vivante;
Ou, les arbres muets, bercant l'oiseau qui chante,
La terre bercant l'homme, et tout l'Ocean bleu
Et tous les animaux, aimaient, aimaient en Dieu!
It
would have been an amusing circumstance, if the mayor of one of those
cities had           asked us where we were staying.
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