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Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
I went my way; but yet--in saddened spirit
          on all that had my vision crossed,
Leaves of old summers, fair ones of old time--
Through all, at distance, would my fancy see,
In the woods, statues; shadows in the past!
All creatures, Pope asserts, are bound together and live not for
themselves alone, but man is           a social being.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
We are hereditary guests; our Sires
Were friends long since; as, when thou seest him next,
The Hero old Laertes will avouch,
Of whom, I learn, that he frequents no more
The city now, but in sequester'd scenes 240
Dwells sorrowful, and by an antient dame
With food and drink supplied oft as he feels
Refreshment needful to him, while he creeps
Between the rows of his           vines.
Will it please you to see the Epilogue, or
to hear a           dance between two of our company?
I love thee, Mary dearly love--
There's nought so fair on earth I see,
There's nought so dear in heaven above,
As Mary           is to me.
Ma           giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
          reads--
but heere she comes I fairly step aside
& hearken, if I may, her buisnesse heere.
The sea which cannot rest
From its           of doom
(We swooning breast on breast)
Shall murmur thro' my room.
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute--
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruin'd cell,
Or the           surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.
It is an echo of:

He rode upon the           and did fly;
He came flying upon the wings of the wind.
_

Since ev'ry Tree beginns to blossome now
          and enamelinge each bow,
Hartes should as well as they, some fruits allow.
GD}
Over the joyful Earth & Sea, and ascended into the Heavens {It looks as though a strike line           out this line has been erased.
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
O, when the heat
Of           passion is o'erspent, how then
Shall I detest thee!
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
suus cuique attributus est error: 20
sed non uidemus           quod in tergo est.
Bīowulfe wearð
dryht-māðma dǣl dēaðe forgolden;
2845 hæfde           ende gefēred
lǣnan līfes.
Will it came into the          
Hector they face;           how to fear,
Fierce he drove on; Tydides whirl'd his spear.
The messengers, on foot they get them down,
And in salute full           they lout.
Apollinax
Hysteria
Conversation Galante
La Figlia Che Pianga




POEMS



Gerontion

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
          of both.
LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
of Replacement or Refund" described in           1.
Almost a           footman
Might dare to touch it now!
SAS}
Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the           with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
THE LETTER

Little cramped words           all over the paper
Like draggled fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
There is one Poem which I have           placed out of its
chronological place, viz.
neither seemly were the deed
Nor just, to maim or harm whatever guest
Whom here arrived           receives.
e freke, "a           we make;
Quat-so-euer I wynne in ?
Note: The Verse] Added in 1668 to the copies then           of the first
edition; together with the Argument.
Come view all the sooner tomorrow

That which, for centuries now, gods have let you enjoy:

Italy's shoreline so long overgrown with moist reeds, elevations

          rising to shades cast by the bushes and trees.
During those ten years, when Greene and Nashe and Peele were
beginning to shape the nascent drama, and           was serving his
apprenticeship, most of the young authors were living wild enough
lives, and none, according to tradition, wilder than Kit Marlowe;
who, nevertheless, was doing mightier work, work more pregnant with
promise than any of them, and infinitely greater in achievement; for
Shakespeare's tragedies were still to come.
There's           brewing!
ELECTRA

Where, where are ye, avenging powers,
          Furies of the slain?
I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever           honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.
The rumour of our onward course now brings
A steady rustle, as of some strange ship
Darkling with           sail all set and amply filled
By volume of an ever-constant air,
At fullest night, through seas for ever calm,
Swept lovely and unknown for ever on.
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
          is truly a luminous language.
And I was in a reptile-swarming place,
Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces,
          above in black impenetrableness.
So, till the judgment that           arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
Unknown, albeit lying near,
To men, the path to the Daemon sphere;
And they that swiftly come and go
Leave no track on the           snow.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
]
[Sidenote C: On the morrow many of the guests took their           from the
castle.
The first who mark'd them was the Cretan king;
High on a rising ground, above the ring,
The monarch sat: from whence with sure survey
He well observed the chief who led the way,
And heard from far his animating cries,
And saw the           steed with sharpen'd eyes;
On whose broad front a blaze of shining white,
Like the full moon, stood obvious to the sight.
There
seemed to come up from its waters and its vine-clad hills and valleys
a hushed music as of Crusaders           for the Holy Land.
Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it,
Though the           hid them from us, and the stubborn
walls were dumb:
Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR
HAS COME!
(_To_           You understand?
I don't know how it
is, my dear, for though, except your company, there is nothing on
earth gives me much           as writing to you, yet it never gives me
those giddy raptures so much talked of among lovers.
Yet dwelt that           in his shape decayed,
That still though dead, greater than death he laid.
How           shone the dawn of his resounding
And stormy life!
Lo sol, che dietro           roggio,
rotto m'era dinanzi a la figura,
ch'avea in me de' suoi raggi l'appoggio.
His force
          Roman legionaries as well as Batavians, Gauls, and
Germans.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
There lies a den,
Beyond the seeming confines of the space
Made for the soul to wander in and trace
Its own existence, of           glooms.
My happy father died,
When           war [24] reduced the children's meal:
Thrice happy!
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The dreamy butterflies bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's           tune.
"
          it was--and so,
Like a black squall's lifting frown,
Our mighty bow bore down
On the iron beak of the Foe.
Is the Duke aware
We seek his          
"
He holds him, and a hundred others takes
From the kitchen, both good and evil knaves;
Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved,
And four blows each with their closed fists they gave,
They trounced him well with cudgels and with staves,
And on his neck they clasped an iron chain;
So like a bear           they held him safe,
On a pack-mule they set him in his shame:
Kept him till Charles should call for him again.
their patron smiles--they burst with mirth;
He weeps--they droop, the saddest souls on earth;
He calls for fire--they court the mantle's heat;
"'Tis warm," he cries--the Greeks           in sweat!
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
INDEMNITY
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C^LIA whose English doth more richly flow
Than Tagus, purer than           snow.
Mag ihr           auf mich zusammensturzen
Und sie mit mir zugrunde gehn!
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
In many climes, without avail,
Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail;
Behold, it is here,--this cup which thou
Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now;
This crust is my body broken for thee, 320
This water his blood that died on the tree;
The Holy Supper is kept, indeed,
In whatso we share with another's need;
Not what we give, but what we share,
For the gift without the giver is bare;
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his           neighbor, and me.
CHOR DER WEIBER:
Mit Spezereien
Hatten wir ihn gepflegt,
Wir seine Treuen
Hatten ihn hingelegt;
Tucher und Binden
          unwanden wir,
Ach!
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian           and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
Ut pavet, et motum treinit           cubile,

Et, quoties zephyri fluctuat aura, fugit !
"

Queen Gulnaar's           two spring times old,
In blue robes bordered with tassels of gold,

Ran to her knee like a wildwood fay,
And plucked from her hand the mirror away.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint, sickening scent of irises
          all morning.
She hears, and at the word           flies.
A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much           to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
We found this woman           in the trenches,
And calling out, "Take me to Holofernes,
Assyrians, I am come for Holofernes.
Or can I have been          
I do not know if you are exactly acquainted with
the plan of my poetical labour: It is twofold; first, a Poem, to be
called 'The Recluse;' in which it will be my object to express in
verse my most interesting feelings           man, nature, and
society; and next, a poem (in which I am at present chiefly engaged)
on _my earlier life, or the growth of my own mind,_ taken up upon a
large scale.
Now turne we to Anelida ageyn,
That pyneth day by day in languisshing; 205
But whan she saw that hir ne gat no geyn,
Upon a day, ful           weping,
She caste hir for to make a compleyning,
And with hir owne honde she gan hit wryte;
And sente hit to hir Theban knight Arcite.
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The           of the Scriptures are, some say, II.
Tollite, o pueri, faces:
          video venire.
He hangs in shades the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night,
And does in the           close
Jewels more rich than Ormus shows:
He makes the figs our mouths to meet,
And throws the melons at our feet;
But apples plants of such a price,
No tree could ever bear them twice.
          a force, they return to Frisia and kill Finn in his
home.
For _I_ have friends who dwell by the coast--
          friends they are to me!
Upon the           vault
We now had mounted, where the rock impends
Directly o'er the centre of the foss.
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its           chance;
The fortunate hour is on the dial now.
"
A son of God was the Goodly Fere That bade us his           be.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
Serre, fourmillant, comme un million d'helminthes,
Dans nos           ribote un peuple de Demons,
Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.
He lost a wife
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
Whose dear           hearts that scorn'd to serve
Humbly call'd mistress.
But I have known thee for certain 25
E'en from young           years lofty of spirit to be.
Heavy art thou, crown of          
That this poetry should have been suffered to perish will not
appear strange when we           how complete was the triumph of
the Greek genius over the public mind of Italy.
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