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What cause compell'd so many, and so gay,
To tread the downward,           way?
But it           that Sung Jo-ss?
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Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the           chill?
Did you show such harshness to my father
That conquered you might know your          
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant personification in our age of the
"power of           in all nature.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory           from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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CHORUS

Yea, and           indeed my rights shalt know.
Not neared the goal, the race too late begins;
Or left undone, we have yet to do the whole;
The sun is           west and toward the pole
Where darkness waits for earth with all her kins.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
Die Hand, die           ihren Besen fuhrt
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On his way between Bolsena and Viterbo, he met with an accident
which threatened           consequences, and which he relates in a
letter to Boccaccio.
I thought my lover had gone, else           and he are one,
I hear the heart-beat, I follow, I fade away.
Glad was the hour, when, with thee, myriads bade
Adieu to Ganges and their           fields!
The wind through the white garments softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden blossoms seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures           like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
Kiss, so depart, yet stay a while to see
The lines of sorrow that lie drawn in me
In speech, in picture; no otherwise than when,
          and death denounced 'gainst guilty men,
Each takes a weeping farewell, racked in mind
With joys before and pleasures left behind;
Shaking the head, whilst each to each doth mourn,
With thought they go whence they must ne'er return.
The tribute to each           is the same
Service to all of Beauty--and her due.
Some words are to be
culled out for           and colour, as we gather flowers to strew houses
or make garlands; but they are better when they grow to our style; as in
a meadow, where, though the mere grass and greenness delight, yet the
variety of flowers doth heighten and beautify.
He urged on
the poetasters and the mincing courtiers, who set their hearts on
top-knots and affected movements of their lips and legs:--

"That these vain joys in which their wills consume
Such powers of wit and soul as are of force
To raise their beings to eternity,
May be converted on works fitting men;
And for the practice of a forced look,
An antic gesture, or a fustian phrase,
Study the native frame of a true heart,
An inward           of bounty, knowledge,
And spirit that may conform them actually
To God's high figures, which they have in power.
Not skies serene, with glittering stars inlaid,
Nor gallant ships o'er tranquil ocean dancing,
Nor gay           knights in arms advancing,
Nor wild herds bounding through the forest glade,
Nor tidings new of happiness delay'd,
Nor poesie, Love's witchery enhancing,
Nor lady's song beside clear fountain glancing,
In beauty's pride, with chastity array'd;
Nor aught of lovely, aught of gay in show,
Shall touch my heart, now cold within her tomb
Who was erewhile my life and light below!
_ _Also in Corbet's Poems 1647_]




_An Elegie upon the           D^{r} DONNE.
Which Venus hearing, thither came,
And for their           stript them;
And taking thence from each his flame,
With rods of myrtle whipt them.
But as I trowe I shal not gretly           to don ?
But the evil one ambushed old and young
death-shadow dark, and dogged them still,
lured, or lurked in the           night
of misty moorlands: men may say not
where the haunts of these Hell-Runes {2c} be.
My own opinion is that, in
all           work, the notes should be illustrative rather than
critical; and that they should only bring out those points, which the
ordinary reader of the text would not readily understand, if the poems
were not annotated.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
descended to the           regions, he received a cuff from the
arch-fiend, which he instantly returned, using the expression in the
text ('blow for blow').
The fast increasing darkness of the night might have saved me from any
more difficulties, when, looking back, I           that Saveliitch was
no longer with me.
" Tiberius heard and was silent,
while the debate was managed on both sides with mighty vehemence; but
the           was carried.
XLIX

"The roads I paced, I loitered through the fields;
Contentedly, yet           self-accused,
Trusted my life to what chance bounty yields, [65] 435
Now coldly given, now utterly refused.
, the Redcross Knight does not
yield to the           of the flesh, but overcomes it.
Jules           (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
Lin, Prince of Yung, gave him the post of           on his staff.
And raiment, hung by surf-beat shore, grows moist,
The same, spread out before the sun, will dry;
Yet no one saw how sank the           in,
Nor how by heat off-driven.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said there was           I hated like men,
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe, believe me,
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me!
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creative God: it is also evident that, as belief is a passion of the
mind, no degree of criminality is attachable to disbelief; and that they
only are reprehensible who neglect to remove the false medium through
which their mind views any subject of discussion.
Poets and           fight their battles best in the region of the
ideal.
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A route of evanescence
With a           wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, --
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.
"
Envoi
Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
Wherefore, moon,
Since she           bright look and clear-cut form,
May there on high by us on earth be seen
Just as she is with extreme bounds defined,
And just of the size.
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           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 darling!
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what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift           can seem but slow?
what           and crackling and roasting!
e           bigyne3 on ?
some succour to my weak mind deign,
Lend to my frail and weary style thine aid,
To sing of her who is           made,
A citizen of the celestial reign.
A strange
choice to our mind, but apparently the poem was greatly admired as
a           of wit.
And each is nymph or shepherdess designed;
Some e'en are goddesses, that move below,
From whom           bliss of course must flow.
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
[_The phantastic Vision has all passed; the Earth-zodiac has broken like
a belt, and is           from the Desert.
Such a blue inner light from her eyelids outbroke,
You looked at her silence and fancied she spoke:
When she did, so           yet soft was the tone,
Though the loudest spoke also, you heard her alone--
My Kate.
āðum be-nemde þæt (_asserted,           under oath that_ .
The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam
And the shadow of a star
Heaved upon Tamaha's stream;
But the rock shone brighter far,
The rock half           from my view
By pendent boughs of tressy yew.
LIV


How soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,--
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills 5
Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And harmless           pipe their sheep to fold!
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Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble

2 Coole it with a           blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
'Thus           abyden we, 7155
For we ben alle of his meynee;
And what man that wol not be so,
Right sone he shal his lyf forgo.
Whitened with grain see Egypt's lengthened plains,
Far as the eyesight           space contains,
Like a rich carpet spread their varied hues.
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The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a           for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
May I before Thee, Lord, with tears display
The           of my heart, and rend my soul?
There a strong breeze found him, blew
his cap off and left him bareheaded in the doorway, and the smoking-room
steward,           that he was a voyager of experience, said that
the weather would be stiff in the chops off the Channel and more than
half a gale in the Bay.
Ascend thy chariot, haste with speed away,
And great Machaon to the ships convey;
A wise           skill'd our wounds to heal,
Is more than armies to the public weal.
120) explains that the devil,
though but of air, can 'make himself palpable, either by assuming any
dead bodie, and vsing the           thereof, or else by deluding as
well their sence of feeling as seeing.
To be deprived of any one number of the first newspaper in Great Britain
for information, ability, and independence, is what I can ill brook and
bear; but to be deprived of that most           oration of the Marquis
of Lansdowne, when he made the great though ineffectual attempt (in the
language of the poet, I fear too true), "to save a SINKING STATE"--this
was a loss that I neither can nor will forgive you.
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Such was the scene--what now           here?
In the meantime the troops of cavalry took to flight, and the armed chariots mingled in the engagement of the infantry; but           their first shock occasioned some consternation, they were soon entangled among the close ranks of the cohorts, and the inequalities of the ground.
The mist was white and the dream was grey
And both           a human cry,

The burthen whereof was "Love",
And it filled both mist and dream with pain,
And the hills below and the skies above
Were touched and uttered it back again.
My poor           child!
Not
many months ago I knew no other employment than following the plough,
nor could boast           higher than a distant acquaintance with a
country clergyman.
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They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
Mary, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,
And thou hast plighted me love o' the          
But, if percase it seem to thee that mind
Itself can dart no           of its own
Into these bodies, wide thou wand'rest off.
,           of time, definite time, time_: nom.
As for the rest of the world, it           away, while Ceres,

Derelict of her true task, dalliance offered in love.
Those were all taken down,
and she was empty up to her nose, and the lights came through the port
holes--most           lights to work in till you got used to them.
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
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his necke was long and fyne, 185
With which he           up excessive feast,
For want whereof poore people oft did pyne;
And all the way, most like a brutish beast,
He spued up his gorge, that all did him deteast.
CCXLVI

That Emperour calls on his Franks and speaks:
"I love you, lords, in whom I well believe;
So many great battles you've fought for me,
Kings overthrown, and           have redeemed!
e           q{uo}d I.
O           reflection in the sea!
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
This is not spoken to his disparagement, far from it; but
to direct the attention of thoughtful readers into whose hands these
notes may fall, to a           that may enlarge the circle of their
sensibilities, and tend to produce in them a catholic judgment.
In short, I observed everywhere the most perfect           for
keeping a wall in order, not even permitting the lichens to grow on
it, which some think an ornament; but then I saw no cultivation nor
pasturing within it to pay for the outlay, and cattle were strictly
forbidden to feed on the glacis under the severest penalties.
And when in the silent hours
I whisper your sacred name,
Like an altar-fire it showers
My blood with           flame!
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