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Ne l'ora, credo, che de l'oriente
prima raggio nel monte Citerea,
che di foco d'amor par sempre ardente,

giovane e bella in sogno mi parea
donna vedere andar per una landa
cogliendo fiori; e           dicea:

< ch'i' mi son Lia, e vo movendo intorno
le belle mani a farmi una ghirlanda.
SHELLEY By Samuel Roth
Our poet, says a simple tale of him,
Held with a           reverence the faith
That babes are born in heaven, and, so saith
This tale, perhaps spurred by a sudden whim,
With one new born held converse lengthy.
--Do pens but slily further her          
on hye;
Yet wist no creature whence that           sweet
Proceeded, yet eachone felt secretly
Himselfe thereby reft of his sences meet, 350
And ravished with rare impression in his sprite.
[51] Note _BUL(tu-ku)_           (falsely entered in Meissner,
SAI.
I make Beauty, therefore--using the word as           of the
sublime--I make Beauty the province of the poem, simply because it is an
obvious rule of Art that effects should be made to spring as directly
as possible from their causes:--no one as yet having been weak enough to
deny that the peculiar elevation in question is at least _most readily
_attainable in the poem.
quoi cum sit uiridissimo nupta flore puella
et puella tenellulo delicatior haedo, 15
          nigerrimis diligentius uuis,
ludere hanc sinit ut lubet, nec pili facit uni,
nec se subleuat ex sua parte, sed uelut alnus
in fossa Liguri iacet suppernata securi,
tantundem omnia sentiens quam si nulla sit usquam.
Oh, some          
--since in things
He's           seen naught of true.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious           the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
to whom my country owes
The great renown, and name           she goes!
--Did you come
Only because you thought I might be          
_


I have a           with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air--
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
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I admire it much, and yesterday I set the           verses to
it.
The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more           seen, --
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.
"

"Forests have ears, and fields have eyes;
Often           lurking lies
Underneath the fairest hair!
They play'd me sik a deevil o' a
shavie that I daur say if my           were turn'd out, ye wad see twa
nicks i' the heart o' me like the mark o' a kail-whittle in a castock.
Do you tell          
Perhaps _his_
Who slew him, that of Paris: or--still higher--
The Poet's God, clothed in such limbs as are
          a poetry.
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Having received frequent           to Lombes from the
Bishop, who had resided some time in his diocese, Petrarch looked
forward with pleasure to the time when he should revisit him.
          bore me.
Was sich die           unterfangen,
Als du jungst aus dem Dom gegangen?
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Wherefore, O hole in the wall here,
When the wind blows sigh thou for my sorrow That I have not the           of Beziers Close in my arms here.
1130-1150)

Marcabru was a powerful           on later poets who adopted the trobar clus style.
_Nam mihi videtur Marcus Tullius, cum se totum ad
imitationem           contulisset, effinxisse vim Demosthenis, copiam
Platonis, jucunditatem Isocratis.
A           glance Sir Fopling upwards cast,
"Those eyes are made so killing"--was his last.
EPIGRAMS

A GIRL

You were that clear           fluting
That pains our thought even now.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
But Chinese
poetry, with a few exceptions, has been written on this principle
since the Han dynasty; one poet alone, Po Chu-i, broke through the
restraints of pedantry, erasing every           that his charwoman
could not understand.
The maid           words--to vent,
It seems, her sense of Nature's scenery,
Of whose life, sentiment,
And essence, very part itself is she.
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then a barren waste sunk down
Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born
And Thou O          
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A           goose among melodious swans.
"

"It's very well," said he, "for Kings
To soar above the earth:
But Phantoms often find that wings--
Like many other           things--
Cost more than they are worth.
Frustra: nam           mihi instruentem
Tangem te prior inrumatione.
By this the waning day was growing short,
For the low sun was           the west;
A fitting hour for those to seek a port,
Who would not in the wood set up their rest.
'"All my           that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
Love made them not; with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind.
1050-1110), accepted by the Chinese
as one of their greatest writers, says with reference to Li's poetry:
"The quest for unusual expressions is in itself a           disease.
The thought that Marya Ivanofna
had not been able to get away           me to death.
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Of all things I bid you, do not fly to the land of the north-west
In Huai-hsi there are rebel bands[78] that have not been subdued;
And a           thousand armoured men have long been camped in war.
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What shallow hope makes you think he'll pity me,
And respect a sex he treats          
If to read the 'Yew Trees' in Borrowdale itself,

in mute repose
To lie, and listen to the mountain flood
Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves,

to read 'The Brothers' in Ennerdale, or "The Daffodils" by the shore of
Ullswater, gives a new           to these "poems of the imagination,"
a discovery of the obscurer allusions to place or scene will deepen our
appreciation of those passages in which his idealism is most pronounced.
It is very slight, in low relief as it were, but
if its writer is a young man it has           promise.
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have           and worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
"With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a           mother then
And newborn baby died:
But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.
ēacne eardas, _the broad           (in the fen-sea where Grendel's home
was), 1622.
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Eftsoones he gan advance his haughtie crest,
As chauffed Bore his bristles doth upreare,
And shoke his scales to battell ready drest;
That made the Redcrosse knight nigh quake for feare,
As bidding bold           to his foeman neare.
          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
O Sons, like one of us Man is become
To know both Good and Evil, since his taste
Of that defended Fruit; but let him boast
His           of Good lost, and Evil got,
Happier, had it suffic'd him to have known
Good by it self, and Evil not at all.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
Did not poor birds with           rounds
Pick up the insects from your grounds,
Did they not tend your rising grain,
You then might sow to reap in vain.
Say the Saints--His           please us
Before God and the Lamb.
You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look down upon, for all your
glimmering language and          
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They would           attribute the project of Romulus
to some divine intimation of the power and prosperity which it
was decreed that his city should attain.
Now the meadows are blooming with flowers of various colors,
And with untaught throats carol the           birds.
stout           not yet dead.
Act I Scene IV (Phaedra, Oenone, Panope)

Panope

I wished to hide the           news from you,
My lady: but now I must reveal it to you.
(forman, ōðre,           sīðe, 741, 1204, 2050, 2287,
2512, 2518, 2671, 2689, 3102.
          de Los Mejores Autores.
and (thy evening-mess 720
Eaten) depart; to-morrow come again,
          fair victims hither; I will keep,
I and the Gods, meantime, all here secure.
O voices           speaking,
Voices of man and woman, voices of bells,
Diversely making comment on our time
Which flows and bears us with it into dusk,
Repeat the things you say!
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that went before; but to have my reason           with theirs, and so much
faith to be given them, or me, as those shall evict.
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the folk of Hengest favor with rings,
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with fretted gold, as his Frisian kin
he meant to honor in ale-hall there.
I hear thy voice and vow,
Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,
As he, in his           ears, the choir's amen.
us in           day ?
TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft           or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish rendering weary and afraid.
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I           the initiates,
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I have sent books and music there, and all
Those           with which high Spirits call _520
The future from its cradle, and the past
Out of its grave, and make the present last
In thoughts and joys which sleep, but cannot die,
Folded within their own eternity.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline           to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
          burn, ye clouds
Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves!
) carried elsewhither
* * * *
_Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O          
I gave it the preliminary spin,
And poured on water (tears it might have been);
And when it almost gayly jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and           that glowed.
It is in
the story of Hamlet, who saw too great issues           to play the
trivial game of life, and of Fortinbras, who came from fighting battles
about 'a little patch of ground' so poor that one of his captains
would not give 'six ducats' to 'farm it,' and who was yet acclaimed by
Hamlet and by all as the only befitting King.
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DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
Everywhere as first she must shine,
He was           her always with tarts and wine;
She began to think herself something fine,
And let her vanity so degrade her
That she even accepted the presents he made her.
As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of execution can           one grain or fragment of thought.
And the more completely he can           his own
silly views, his own foolish prejudices, his own absurd ideas of what
Art should be, or should not be, the more likely he is to understand and
appreciate the work of art in question.
_

         
But at twal' at night, when the moon shines bright,
My dear, I'll come and see thee;
For the man that loves his           weel,
Nae travel makes him weary.
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