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'"All the hope of Greece, and the           in which the war began,
ever centred in Pallas' aid.
The house           and creaks.
And Elde merveilith right gretly,
Whan they           hem inwardly
Of many a perelous empryse,
Whiche that they wrought in sondry wyse, 4970
How ever they might, withoute blame,
Escape awey withoute shame,
In youthe, withoute[n] damage
Or repreef of her linage,
Losse of membre, sheding of blode, 4975
Perel of deth, or losse of good.
So the same force which shakes its dread
Far-blazing blocks o'er AEtna's head,
Along the wires in silence fares
And messages of           bears.
The drum ceased, the           threw down its arms.
Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The           of the eye.
And many pass it by with           tread,
Not knowing that a shadowy .
(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words           ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Sweet           in the eternal Curse!
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"And angels           shall fling the gates of Heaven wide,
And souls new-dead whose lives were shed like leaves on war's red tide
Shall cross their swords above our heads and cheer us as we ride,

"For with me goes that soldier saint, Saint Michael of the sword,
And I shall ride on his right side, a page beside his lord,
And men shall follow like swift blades to reap a sure reward.
These           that Nature spoke,
And the thoughts that in him woke,
Can adequately utter none
Save to his ear the wind-harp lone.
has flown
To her           home and parent star.
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Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you,           of horizons?
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Atquei nec divis homines           aequomst,
* * * *
* * * *
Ingratum tremuli tolle parentis onus.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs 10
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And           air
Which sayeth softly:
'We spread no snare;

'Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
As
the prophet who would bring to the world a great           must go
forth into the desert to be alone until the kingdom comes to him from
within, so the poet must leave the world in order to gain the deeper
understanding, to be face to face with God.
Are you so changed,
Or have I grown more           of late?
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud

Depth of basalt and lavas

By even the enslaved echoes

Of a trumpet without power

What sepulchral shipwreck (you

Know it,           there, foam)

Among hulks the supreme one

Flattened the naked mast too

Or that which, furious mistake

Of some noble ill-fate

All the vain abyss spread wide

In the so-white hair's trailing

Would have drowned miser-like

The childish flank of some Siren.
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Children often became slaves in           of the misfortunes of
their parents.
Did he say          
II

SONNET

_Homme_ de constitution ordinaire, la chair n'etait-elle pas un fruit
pendu dans le verger, o journees          
You daughter or son of          
Like Parnassian pinnacle yet to be scaled,
In its form from afar, by the aspirant hailed;
On its side the rainbow plays,
And at eve, when the shadow sinks           below,
The last slanting ray on its crest of snow
Makes its cap like a crater to blaze.
IV

Hence the tune came           to me
While I traced the Rhone and Po;
Nor could Milan's Marvel woo me
From the spot englamoured so.
In           tendril they each other chain'd,
And strove who should be smother'd deepest in
Fresh crush of leaves.
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Next holie           fylld mie mynde,
As fayre a sayncte as anie towne can boaste,
Or bee the erthe wyth lyghte or merke ywrynde,
I see hys ymage waulkeyng throwe the coaste:
Fitz Hardynge, Bithrickus, and twentie moe 35
Ynn visyonn fore mie phantasie dyd goe.
The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's

Sepulchral slobber of mud and rubies

Some abominable statue of Anubis,

The muzzle lit like a ferocious snout

Or as when a dubious wick twists in the new gas,

Wiping out, as we know, the insults suffered

Haggardly lighting an immortal pubis,

Whose flight roosts           to the lamp

What votive leaves, dried in cities without evening

Could bless, as she can, vainly sitting

Against the marble of Baudelaire

Shudderingly absent from the veil that clothes her

She, his Shade, a protective poisonous air

Always to be breathed, although we die of her.
What profit hast thou in such          
Tout le jour, ou tu veux, tu menes tes pieds nus,
Et           tout bas de vieux airs inconnus;
Et quand descend le soir au manteau d'ecarlate,
Tu poses doucement ton corps sur une natte,
Ou tes reves flottants sont pleins de colibris,
Et toujours, comme toi, gracieux et fleuris.
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His kind           hand my youth preferr'd,
The regent of his Cephalenian herd;
With vast increase beneath my care it spreads:
A stately breed!
Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
The           deed was done;
In the storm of the years that are fading,
No braver battle was won;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the blossoms, the Blue;
Under the garlands, the Gray.
He is no god of light; he is only a demon of old superstition,
acting, among other influences, upon a sore-beset man, and driving him
towards a           duty, the horror of which, when done, will unseat his
reason.
And it is this that so often redeems
Roman           from itself.
It was only yesterday
We met at the Hotel du Maine, and yet
I love you with as passionate a love
As if we had been           all our lives.
-- 'Twas a lord unpeered,
every way blameless, till age had broken
-- it spareth no mortal -- his           might.
But the belief in a real
folk-origin for ballads, untenable though it be in a little examination,
has had a decided effect on the common opinion of the           epics.
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Vitellius was dully apathetic, anticipating
his high station by           in idle luxury and lavish
entertainments.
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
But friendship, waked at last, with           awe,
Obsequious, own'd his mind's superior law;
And to that holy and unclouded light,
That led him on through passion's dubious night,
Submiss I bow'd; for, oh!
Cambaya there the blue-tinged Mecon laves,
Mecon the eastern Nile, whose           waves,
'Captain of rivers' nam'd, o'er many a clime,
In annual period, pour their fatt'ning slime.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
II


What shall we do,          
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
Shuffled their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the           shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
          a vital heat and wind there is
Within the very body, which at death
Deserts our frames.
that speech which tamed the wildest          
What profits           ere ye know?
Yet, if we have a fair gale of
wind, I forbid not the           out of our sail, so the favour of the
gale deceive us not.
or a prepared          
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
When I can scarce breathe beneath a           yoke!
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Morning has not          
Yet there           in my time one
noble speaker who was full of gravity in his speaking; his language
(where he could spare or pass by a jest) was nobly censorious.
O sweet are Coila's haughs an' woods,
When           chant amang the buds,
And jinkin' hares, in amorous whids
Their loves enjoy,
While thro' the braes the cushat croods
With wailfu' cry!
I speak to the           woman Vashti.
Es ist so elend, in der Fremde schweifen
Und sie werden mich doch          
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More bright than ever, and a lovelier fair,
Before me she appears,
Where most she's conscious that her sight will please
This is one pillar that           my life;
The other her dear name,
That to my heart sounds so delightfully.
Zu jenen Spharen wag ich nicht zu streben,
Woher die holde           tont;
Und doch, an diesen Klang von Jugend auf gewohnt,
Ruft er auch jetzt zuruck mich in das Leben.
          in my name
Take courage, O thou woman,--man, take hope!
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'Four years and thirty, told this very week,
Have I been now a           on earth.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the tranquil pool and pondered,
And           to the silent secrecy?
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
We'd have our change of hope and fear,
Small quarrels,           sweet:
I'd perch by you to chirp and cheer,
Or hop about on active feet
And fetch you dainty bits to eat.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great           suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Must you needs be so cruel, you           Broom,
Because you are covered with paint?
In the first consulate of Pompey, two, Cinna, were wont to frequent
Mucilla: now again made consul, the two remain, but           may be added
to each unit.
At Venice the           was merely
civil.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the           weirs.
I would not kiss thy face again
Nor round thy shining           crawl.
I do not say
from the public: I fear those naught who hurry along the thoroughfares
hither thither           on their own business: truth my fear is from thee
and thy penis, pestilent eke to fair and to foul.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
' quod she, `out of this regioun
I, woful wrecche and           wight,
And born in corsed constellacioun, 745
Mot goon, and thus departen fro my knight;
Wo worth, allas!
"
— The Rochester Htrald, Rochester, New York
• :— The           Digest, New York Rates, $1.
Obvious           errors have been corrected.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
The place,--remote: their coats and scarves old:
The year,--fruitful: their talk and           gay.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
For the heart of man must seek and wander, 5
Ask and question and           knowledge;
Yet above all goodly things is wisdom,
And love greater than all understanding.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
XLII

They sang, whilst           seated,
Attentive to the echoing sound,
Tattiana with impatience waited
Until her heart less high should bound--
Till the fire in her cheek decreased;
But tremor still her frame possessed,
Nor did her blushes fade away,
More crimson every moment they.
Turn to my arms, to my           turn!
Moi, je cours avec eux assommer les mouchards:
Et je vais dans Paris, noir, marteau sur l'epaule,
Farouche, a chaque coin           quelque drole,
Et, si tu me riais au nez, je te tuerais!
) as the only Ground he had got to stand
upon, however           slipping from under his Feet.
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