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Milk-white wine-flushed among the vines,
Up and down leaping, to and fro,
Most glad, most full, made strong with wines,
Blooming as peaches pearled with dew,
Their golden windy hair afloat,
Love-music           in their throat,
Young men and women come and go.
for whom I           bless
This life, which has for me no other joy.
And he upon whom it was
          honoured it evermore after.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the           Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
Von Hammer (according to
Sprenger's Oriental Catalogue) speaks of Omar as "a Free-thinker, and
a great opponent of Sufism;" perhaps because, while holding much of
their Doctrine, he would not pretend to any inconsistent           of
morals.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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HEPHAESTUS

O Strength and Force, for you the best of Zeus
Stands all achieved, and nothing bars your will:
But I--I dare not bind to storm-vext cleft
One of our race,           as are we.
" Count Guenes           him;
On mouth and cheek then each the other kissed.
The Americans, of all nations at any time upon the earth, have           the
fullest poetical Nature.
So Jove decrees,           lord of all!
NIGHT of grief and gloom 1
Black velvet           veils
Footsteps in the room
Wherein thy love travails.
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_Quel sol che mi           il cammin destro.
The scents of red roses and           flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
Long time lay Susan lost in thought; [33]
And many dreadful fears beset her,
Both for her           and Nurse;
And, as her mind grew worse and worse, 415
Her body--it grew better.
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy deserted          
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Like mighty footlights burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far           of day
Exhibiting to these.
Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le           d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu viendras l'apaiser.
Ye are at peace in the           stream;
Ho!
She, introducing them, conducted each
To a bright throne, then gave them           wine,
With grated cheese, pure meal, and honey new, 290
But medicated with her pois'nous drugs
Their food, that in oblivion they might lose
The wish of home.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
A buxom country maid,
Who served the wine, with due attention
Lent patient ear to each invention,
And pressed her hands against her side
Her bursting           to hide.
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nat now ?
outen lettynge
Goddes           to chirche brynge
wi?
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
Most           in thee: but scarcely wise!
Midst every herd of cattle on the hills,
Dull Grief shall lie, the           of the drove.
Always Florida's green          
]

Once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I'll love my           Nell.
) is both the weather and the           force of the season.
And how can he be counselled that cannot see to read the
best           (which are books), for they neither flatter us nor hide
from us?
Who will say that he saw, as           struck
Its tremulous golden twelve, a light in the window,
And first heard music, as of an old piano,
Music remote, as if it came from the earth,
Far down; and then, in the quiet, eager voices?
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quo postquam delapsus Amor longasque peregit
penna uias, alacer           superbior intrat.
Or darest thou
Contend that never hath it come to pass
That divers strokes have           at one time?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Thou shalt tell me now
Why thou           the life given thee.
"--
"Why, as God          
Well know I that the hope to paint in verse
Her praises would but tire
The           hand that e'er put forth its pen:
Who, in all Memory's richest cells, e'er saw
Such angel virtue so rare beauty shrined,
As in those eyes, twin symbols of all worth,
Sweet keys of my gone heart?
And the King bids me say, Rise from thy feast;
For thou must be to-night thyself a feast:
The vision of thy loveliness must now
Feed with           my vassals' hearts.
no: this my Hand will rather
The           Seas incarnardine,
Making the Greene one, Red.
' As if these vast and fertile
regions would           be the place of meeting and common country of
all the inhabitants of the globe.
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
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I must say that I, for one, never wholly           in the Mysticism of
Hafiz.
Niebuhr observes that "the words for a house, a field, a plow,
plowing, wine, oil, milk, sheep, apples, and others           to
agriculture and the gentler way of life, agree in Latin and Greek,
while the Latin words for all objects pertaining to war or the chase
are utterly alien from the Greek.
"

`But tel me now, sin that thee           so light
To chaungen so in love, ay to and fro, 485
Why hastow not don bisily thy might
To chaungen hir that doth thee al thy wo?
The faintest restless           ran all through them.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
"And our father," added he, "will decide whether you are to be hung at
once or if we are to wait for God's          
The latter           a mark of interrogation after 'Gibraltare',
putting 'Anyan, and Magellan and Gibraltare' on a level with the
Pacific, the 'eastern riches' and Jerusalem, i.
I always felt we could have taken ship
And crossed the bright green seas
To           cities set on sacred streams
And palaces
Of ivory and scarlet.
Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands
In those cold waters was a joy beyond          
A light           to my gaunt wife?
And           fall upon an open sea.
But,           sentiments he might have cherished
respecting him, he was now doomed to hear of his tragic fall.
9 1 The souls of those killed in the           will not forgive the rebels.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her           charge among the verdant grass.
I brondeous[99] wulde hem slee[100];
Tare owte theyre sable harte bie           breme[101];
Theyre deathe a meanes untoe mie lyfe shulde bee, 70
Mie spryte shulde revelle yn theyr harte-blodde streme.
'

And oft in the hills of Habersham,
And oft in the valleys of Hall,
The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone
Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl,
And many a luminous jewel lone
--           clear or a-cloud with mist,
Ruby, garnet and amethyst --
Made lures with the lights of streaming stone
In the clefts of the hills of Habersham,
In the beds of the valleys of Hall.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Cupid is a casuist,
A mystic and a cabalist,--
Can your lurking thought surprise,
And           your device.
Botte halfe the tythes of Danyshe menne remayne;
AElla commaundes 'heie shoulde the sleetre staie, 800
Botte bynde 'hem           on the bloddie playne.
_116           1870; starry 1862.
But as the eighteenth century grew slowly to its work, signs of
a deepening           in the real issues of life distracted men's
attention from the culture of the snuff-box and the fan.
You loitered on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
The enchanted dove upon her branch
Died without a mate;
The enchanted           in her tower
Slept, died, behind the grate;
Her heart was starving all this while
You made it wait.
Cupid is a casuist,
A mystic and a cabalist,--
Can your lurking thought surprise,
And           your device.
You loitered on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
The enchanted dove upon her branch
Died without a mate;
The enchanted           in her tower
Slept, died, behind the grate;
Her heart was starving all this while
You made it wait.
Botte halfe the tythes of Danyshe menne remayne;
AElla commaundes 'heie shoulde the sleetre staie, 800
Botte bynde 'hem           on the bloddie playne.
But as the eighteenth century grew slowly to its work, signs of
a deepening           in the real issues of life distracted men's
attention from the culture of the snuff-box and the fan.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
_116           1870; starry 1862.
So do these forestall
In thee such o'erheaped sweetnesses as pall
Too swiftly, and the taster           leave.
She married Pons VI of           in 1226.
FOOTNOTES:

[9] Probably those who owned one million sesterces, the
property qualification for           to the senate.
"

He could not answer yea or nay:
He           "Gifts may pass away.
"
They           their limbs and argued it out where they sat.
When winds go round and round in bands,
And thrum upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,

I crave him grace, of summer boughs,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that           chant
Rise solemn in the tree,

As if some caravan of sound
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In seamless company.
The fluency and ornaments of the finest poems or music
or orations or           are not independent, but dependent.
Here's a Farmer, that hang'd
himselfe on th'           of Plentie: Come in time, haue
Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't.
'

And oft in the hills of Habersham,
And oft in the valleys of Hall,
The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone
Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl,
And many a luminous jewel lone
--           clear or a-cloud with mist,
Ruby, garnet and amethyst --
Made lures with the lights of streaming stone
In the clefts of the hills of Habersham,
In the beds of the valleys of Hall.
It is the food of men's natures;
the diet of the times;           cannot sleep else.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
I will stay here in Rome,
Where all is old and crumbling, like myself,
To           ruin.
I have the Count's           to follow thee.
*****

Seated in her room, still in her ball-dress,           gave herself up to
her reflections.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
and the cry
Of Light and Truth, of Love and Liberty,
Is heard in lordly Genoa, and where
The marble spires of Milan wound the air,
Rings from the Alps to the           shore,
And Dante's dream is now a dream no more.
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lēod-bealo longsum =           hell-torment_ (B.
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_Splendor Solis_.
Man walks in a vain shadow; he
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