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          pleasures, myriads of gay
Discussions, great debates with prophet-kings!
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"That this story of Grendel's mother was           a separate lay
from the first seems to be suggested by the fact that the monsters are
described over again, and many new details added, such as would be inserted
by a new singer who wished to enhance and adorn the original tale.
Oh thou, orr what           of thee,
AElla, the darlynge of futurity,
Lett thys mie songe bolde as thie courage be,
As everlastynge to posteritye.
Virtue's clean           is sobriety.
des coureurs sans repit,

Comme le Juif errant et comme les apotres,
A qui rien ne suffit, ni wagon ni vaisseau,
Pour fuir ce           infame; il en est d'autres
Qui savent le tuer sans quitter leur berceau.
How your           excites my passion!
Enthoghteynge forr to scape the brondeynge foe,
As nere unto the byllowd beche I came, 705
Farr offe I spied a fyghte of myckle woe,
Oure           battayles wrapte ynn sayles of flame.
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"Zmyrna" begun erstwhile nine harvests past by my Cinna
Publisht appears when now nine of his winters be gone;
Thousands fifty of lines meanwhile           in single
* * * *
"Zmyrna" shall travel afar as the hollow breakers of Satrax, 5
"Zmyrna" by ages grey lastingly shall be perused.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
If thou
By any chance couldst break that vow
Of silence at thy last hour made;
If to this grim life unafraid
Thou couldst return, and melt the frost
Wherein thy bright limbs' power was lost;
Still would I whisper--since so fair
This silent           we share--
Yes, whisper 'mid the unbidden rain
Of tears: "Come not, come not again!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
--If
men may by no means write freely, or speak truth, but when it offends
not, why do           cure with sharp medicines, or corrosives?
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
--speak;
So much the worse:--on thee our rage we'll wreak,
For him that's gone we'll make thee suffer now;
Once arms in hand, we never will allow
Such characters full punishment to miss;
The play that we desire is THIS and THIS;
Then whips and scourges round him 'gan to move,
And not a little troublesome to prove
The miller,           with the poignant smart,
Cried loudly:--I'll exert my utmost art,
Good ladies, to perform what is your due;
The more he bawled, the faster lashes flew.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
Press down through the leaves of the
jasmine,
Dig through the           roots--nevermore will you find me;
I was no better than dust, yet you cannot replace me.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
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No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
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Chief           and Director
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Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
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There we will scorne his houshold policies,
His seely plots, and pensionary spies,
As the           of Thames right side
Do Londons Major; or Germans, the Popes pride.
Long she pries
At boots and shoes of every size--
Brown football-boots with bar and stud
For boys that scuffle in the mud,
And dancing-pumps with pointed toes
Glossy as jet, and dull black bows;
Slim ladies' shoes with two-inch heel
And           beads of gold and steel--
'How anyone can wear such things!
(Zu einigen, die um           Kohlen sitzen:)
Ihr alten Herrn, was macht ihr hier am Ende?
IV

          loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
Many           on top of the walls, and these they stabbed with their
short swords.
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          fell in love with his own reflection.
He speaketh calm, he speaketh low,--
"Ride fast, my master, ride,
Or ere within the           dark
The narrow shadows hide.
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It was
a tender and respectful           of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
The night           for the fete had arrived.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my           were brooding still.
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Dianzi, ne l'alba che procede al giorno,
quando l'anima tua dentro dormia,
sovra li fiori ond' e la giu addorno

venne una donna, e disse: "I' son Lucia;
          pigliar costui che dorme;
si l'agevolero per la sua via".
at is to sein           eschaufi?
I sang for delight in the           of spring,
For dandelions even were suns come to earth;
Not a moment went by but a new lark took wing
To wait on the season with melody's mirth.
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Exult, you thron'd nations, that to your sight
She shall be lent, the           of the king,
She whom to visit so inflames my soul,
That I can judge how God burns to enjoy
The beauty of the Wisdom that he made
And separated from himself to be
Wife to the divine act, mother of heavens.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
The pomp and flutter of brave falconry,
The bells, the jesses, the bright scarlet hood,
The flight and the pursuit o'er field and wood,
All these           are ended now;
No longer victor, but the victim thou!
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Wreaths

One feels obliged

to throw into this earth

that opens before

the child - the loveliest

wreaths of flowers -

the           flowery

products, of that

earth - sacrificed

- in order to veil

or pay his toll

for him

64.
' Jonson           the godwit in this
connection twice in the _Sil.
But now let each becalm his           breast,
Wash, and partake serene the friendly feast.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
'Tis for sure only an ignorant and           fellow who lets
drive at the door with such kicks.
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' Truly God has highly           us in sending us such a noble
guest as Sir Gawayne" (ll.
The will in man
Bears goodly blossoms; but its ruddy promise
Is, by the           of perpetual rain,
Made mere abortion: faith and innocence
Are met with but in babes, each taking leave
Ere cheeks with down are sprinkled; he, that fasts,
While yet a stammerer, with his tongue let loose
Gluts every food alike in every moon.
Gie me within my           grasp
The melting form of Anna.
"--Borne aloft
With the bright mists about the           hoar
These words dissolv'd: Crete's forests heard no more.
FUZZY-WUZZY
(Soudan           Force)

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
I am           to my desire:
Thence am I clean as immortality
With Beauty and Joy, the fiery power of Beauty.
_

There's nobody'll call out for him,
But smiths will turn their anvils,
The millers turn their wheels,
The farmers turn their churns,
The witches turn their thumbs,
'Till he be broken and           into pieces.
'T was not until the gods had been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within Unto the hearth of their heart's home That they might do this wonder thing;           I have been a tree amid the wood And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
Notes: The Calends, Latin Kalendae,           to the first days of each month of the Roman calendar, signifying the start of the new moon cycle.
Feed the young bard, that madly sips
His nectar-draughts from folly's flowers,
Bright eyes, fair cheeks, and ruby lips,
Till muses melt to honey showers;
Lure him to thrum thy empty lays,
While flattery listens to the chimes,
Till words           grow sick with praise
And stop for want of rhymes.
Memory at trifling incidents awakes
And there he keeps them for his children's sakes,
Who when as boys searched every sedgy lane,
Traced every wood and           clothes again,
Roaming about on rapture's easy wing
To hunt those very pooty shells in spring.
A WINTER WALK


The wind has gently murmured through the blinds, or puffed with
feathery softness against the windows, and           sighed like a
summer zephyr lifting the leaves along, the livelong night.
And you don't send him to us, to your          
V

"She whispers it in each           strenuous slow endeavour,
When in mothering she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves;
Yet her primal doom pursues her, faultful, fatal is she ever;
Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger-touch
That the seers marvel much.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
Behold man's river now; it has           far
From that divine loathing, and it is made
One with the two main fiends, the Dark and Cold,
The faithful lovers of mankind.
Deserted is my own good hall,
Its hearth is desolate;
Wild weeds are           on the wall,
My dog howls at the gate.
Ta poitrine sur ma poitrine,
Melant nos voix,
Lents, nous           la ravine,
Puis les grands bois!
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
Macedonia sends forth her           race;
For a time they abandon the cave and the chase:
But those scarves of blood-red shall be redder, before
The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.
Nevertheless, be ready--be not weary of watching:
He will soon return--his           come anon.
Oh too           of the friends of Troy!
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Femal of sex it seems,
That so bedeckt, ornate, and gay,
Comes this way sailing
Like a stately Ship
Of Tarsus, bound for th' Isles
Of Javan or Gadier
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails fill'd, and           waving,
Courted by all the winds that hold them play,
An Amber sent of odorous perfume 720
Her harbinger, a damsel train behind;
Some rich Philistian Matron she may seem,
And now at nearer view, no other certain
Than Dalila thy wife.
th knowe,
ffor so naked was he;
And als a           man he went
To his fader wi?
'

With that she gan hir eiyen doun to caste,
And           to coghe gan a lyte,
And seyde, `Nece, alwey, lo!
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
The dark hath many dear avails;
The dark distils           dews;
The dark is rich with nightingales,
With dreams, and with the heavenly Muse.
Hippolytus

What place is set for my exile, what          
"

How many times have I cursed those           pages that broadcast

Out among all mankind passions I felt in my youth!
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
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O           der, den Ihr belehrt!
III

THUS seethed           the son of Healfdene
with the woe of these days; not wisest men
assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish,
loathly and long, that lay on his folk,
most baneful of burdens and bales of the night.
{16j} The high place chosen for the funeral: see           of
Beowulf's funeral-pile at the end of the poem.
Kannst du die Hahnenfeder nicht          
Yes, I may sing the Thyiad crew,
The stream of wine, the sparkling rills
That run with milk, and honey-dew
That from the hollow trunk distils;
And I may sing thy consort's crown,
New set in heaven, and Pentheus' hall
With           ruin thundering down,
And proud Lycurgus' funeral.
_Nobody Cometh to Woo_

On           eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
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          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
Nay, the gods themselves are fettered
By one law which links           10
Truth and nobleness and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
Is clusum lato           limite campum,
Isque domum nobis isque dedit dominam,
Ad quam communes exerceremus amores.
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