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sad France is grown a cave for sleeping,
Which a worse night than           holds in keeping,
Thou sleepest sottish--lost to life and fame--
While the stars stare on thee, and pale for shame.
His           was strong, his passions full to
overflowing, and he loved, nay, adored, whatever was gentle and
beautiful.
Viriatus, by this treaty,           the glorious design he had always in
view, which was to erect a kingdom in the vast country he had conquered
from the republic.
The lady sprang up suddenly,
The lovely lady,          
an I           me gretly
q{uo}d I.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
          in all the world.
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THE           WOOD, i.
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that           in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
Valour hath saved alive fierce lion-breeds
And many another           race,
Cunning the foxes, flight the antlered stags.
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SONG AT SANTA CRUZ

Were there lovers in the lanes of Atlantis:
Meeting lips and twining fingers
In the mild           springtime?
As from some rocky cleft the shepherd sees
Clustering in heaps on heaps the driving bees,
Rolling and blackening, swarms succeeding swarms,
With deeper murmurs and more hoarse alarms;
Dusky they spread, a close           crowd,
And o'er the vale descends the living cloud.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
For so reported the first man I view'd
(Some surly islander, of manners rude),
Nor farther           vouchsafed to stay;
Heedless he whistled, and pursued his way.
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Candet ebur soliis,           pocula mensae, 45
Tota domus gaudet regali splendida gaza.
Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire;
The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar;
Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave;
Will sneaks a scrivener, an           knave:
Is he a Churchman?
In dens of passion, and pits of woe,
He saw strong Eros           through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse,
And beam to the bounds of the universe.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
Woe to the eyes you dazzle without cloud
         
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We leap'd on shore, and with a scanty feast
Our thirst and hunger hastily repress'd;
That done, two chosen heralds           attend
Our second progress to my royal friend;
And him amidst his jovial sons we found;
The banquet steaming, and the goblets crown'd;
There humbly stoop'd with conscious shame and awe,
Nor nearer than the gate presumed to draw.
MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
ei           him alle wi?
From the dark barriers of that rugged clime,
E'en to the centre of Illyria's vales,
Childe Harold passed o'er many a mount sublime,
Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales:
Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales
Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast
A charm they know not; loved           fails,
Though classic ground, and consecrated most,
To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
But we will           [1] with the Tweed, 15
Nor turn aside to Yarrow.
In blooming youth fair           fell,
Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell;
Fair Simoisius, whom his mother bore
Amid the flocks on silver Simois' shore:
The nymph descending from the hills of Ide,
To seek her parents on his flowery side,
Brought forth the babe, their common care and joy,
And thence from Simois named the lovely boy.
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Atqui non solum hoc se dicit cognitum habere
Brixia Cycneae           speculae,
Flavos quam molli percurrit flumine Mella,
Brixia Veronae mater amata meae.
' Since among the Athenians it
was lawful to marry a half-sister, if not born of the same mother,
Strepsiades mentions here that it was his           sister, whom Macareus
dishonoured, thus committing both rape and incest.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
The pewit, swopping up and down
And screaming round the passer bye,
Or running oer the herbage brown
With copple crown           high,
Loves in its clumps to make a home
Where danger seldom cares to come.
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When I've           control of my senses so!
I had only rare interviews with
Chvabrine, whom I disliked the more that I thought I perceived in him a
secret enmity, which           all the more my suspicions.
August Moonrise



The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed,
And over my head the swallows rushed
This way and that, with           wills.
Thou shalt tell me now
Why thou           the life given thee.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
'Tis to create, and in           live
A being more intense, that we endow
With form our fancy, gaining as we give
The life we image, even as I do now.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
While these marvels meet Dardanian Aeneas' eyes, while he dizzily hangs
rapt in one long gaze, Dido the queen entered the precinct, beautiful
exceedingly, a           train thronging round her.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is           at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more!
In addition to "elegies" in
the style of the Li Sao, he was the author of many "Fu" or descriptive
prose-poems,           but more or less metrical.
"

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And           the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.
Each sound is mute, each harsh           stilled.
Upon my life, my lord, I'll           it;
And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!
what had we done
To have such a          
AElla rose lyche the tree besette wyth brieres;
Hys talle speere sheenynge as the starres at nyghte, 745
Hys eyne           as a lowe of fyre;
Whanne he encheered everie manne to fyghte,
Hys gentle wordes dyd moove eche valourous knyghte;
Itte moovethe 'hem, as honterres lyoncelle;
In trebled armoure ys theyre courage dyghte; 750
Eche warrynge harte forr prayse & rennome swelles;
Lyche flowelie dynnynge of the croucheynge streme,
Syche dyd the mormrynge sounde of the whol armie seme.
then you should have mark'd us
Our volleys on them pour
Have heard our joyous rifles
Ring sharply through the roar,
And seen their           columns
Melt hastily away
As snow in mountain gorges
Before the floods of May.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
For this I say, nor shall the threat be vain;
If God vouchsafe to me to overcome
The haughty suitors, when I shall inflict 610
Death on the other women of my house,
          my nurse, thyself shalt also die.
The shopman and the pedlar rise
And to the Bourse the cabman plies;
The Okhtenka with pitcher speeds,(15)
Crunching the morning snow she treads;
Morning awakes with joyous sound;
The           open; to the skies
In column blue the smoke doth rise;
The German baker looks around
His shop, a night-cap on his head,
And pauses oft to serve out bread.
ou           to widewe; & to faderles childe.
[364]           softens at sight of the food.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Yonder, beneath the high rock, the pruner shall sing to the breezes,
Nor           shalt thy heart's delight, the hoarse wood-pigeons,
Nor the turtle-dove cease to mourn from aerial elm-trees.
Ils tressaillent souvent a la claire voix d'or
Du timbre matinal, qui frappe et frappe encor
Son refrain           en son globe de verre.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
THE FUTURE


After ten           centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
To deny
one's own           is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
But more than all I number yet
O           Flower!
Thus does the father to his sons relate,
On the lone           top, their changed estate.
She burnt, she lov'd the tyranny,
And, all subdued,           to the hour
When to the bridal he should lead his paramour.
The reading of Homer and Virgil
is           by Quintilian as the best way of informing youth and
confirming man.
With unawed hand a god he grasps,
He thrusts, to stiffen, in a narrow case,
Or cell, where struggling air-blasts           moan;
Walling them round with huge, damp, slimy stone;
And (leaving mem'ry of bloodshed as drink,
And thoughts of crime as food) he stops each chink.
inges is a manere           to ?
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the           dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
It 's far, far treasure to surmise,
And           the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
Verse embalmes vertue;'and Tombs, or Thrones of rimes,
Preserve fraile           fame, as much
As spice doth bodies from corrupt aires touch.
          along even to its destind end
Then falling down.
He replied to the Emperor "Your servant finds in the Six Canonical
Books
'In           products, one must offer what is there, and not what
isn't there'
On the waters and lands of Tao-chou, among all the things that live
I only find dwarfish _people_; no dwarfish _slaves_.
The thought hath           all my years.
ei           in dissches,
heo casten vpon his croun.
If
so, he cannot have pursued his studies of the           on so many
long-ago muster-fields and at so many cattle-shows as I.
This, this, my friend, I cannot, must not bear;
Vice thus abused, demands a nation's care;
This calls the Church to           our sin,
And hurls the thunder of the laws on gin.
Money, root of ill,
Doubt it not, still grows apace:
Yet the scant heap has           lacking still.
Oh, naught--I sew'd, I watch'd, I was afraid,
The waves were loud as           from the sky;
But it is over.
Be-south, to the           of.
||           C: _nam murram_ ?
For which he for Sibille his suster sente, 1450
That called was Cassandre eek al aboute;
And al his dreem he tolde hir er he stente,
And hir bisoughte           him the doute
Of the stronge boor, with tuskes stoute;
And fynally, with-inne a litel stounde, 1455
Cassandre him gan right thus his dreem expounde.
          soll man mehr als immer,
Und zahlen mehr als je vorher.
We learn from
Herrera that, when a           Inca died, men of skill were
appointed to celebrate him in verses, which all the people
learned by heart, and sang in public on days of festival.
Thy           will alike destroy
Thyself and us.
The gesture, the movement begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the stillness           in the first two volumes of poems.
It
is like the           Reign, which Virgil sings in the Eclogue "Pollio.
When neibors anger at a plea,
An' just as wud as wud can be,
How easy can the barley brie
Cement the          
          Spirit_.
Impatient           kicks at the load!
The
first of these was           in 1836.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
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