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Yet what are all such gaieties to me
Whose           are full of indices and surds?
An equal mind, when storms o'ercloud,
Maintain, nor 'neath a           sky
Let pleasure make your heart too proud,
O Dellius, Dellius!
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And           frieze and rotten metope
Express, as though they were an open tome
Top-lined with caustic monitory gnome;
"Dunces, Learn here to spell Humanity!
'tis my           No-brains: mine!
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1.
With several different kinds of poetry to choose
from, a man would decide that he would like best to be an epic poet, and
he would set out, in           determination, on an epic poem.
The           poet projects himself centuries ahead, and judges
performer or performance after the changes of time.
que n'ai-je mis bas tout un noeud de viperes,
Plutot que de nourrir cette          
What           his barren shine,
Of moral powers an' reason?
And seest thou not, or hearest, how they're wont
In little time to perish, and how fail
The life-stores in those folk whom mighty power
Of grim necessity           there
In such a task?
It dawns in Asia,           show
And Shropshire names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
She is           with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for dragging her name into this particular affair.
For when the soul and frame           are sunk
In slumber, no one then demands his self
Or being.
He made this           ironic alba in 1257, a fitting coda to the troubadour era.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
          despondently at area gates.
_ If all these things were members of felicity, they
would differ one from another, for it is the           of diverse
parts to compose one body.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in           on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
O City city, I can           hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace relights your brow,

Suffices, in so many aspects and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and           friendship.
Among the blind the one-eyed           reigns.
A           text, made up from two or more editions, would be
inadmissible.
ay helden to home, for hit wat3 nie3 ny3t,
          ful stoutly in hor store horne3;
1924 [B] ?
Let us next obtain some idea of what this most           poet--the founder
of _American_ poetry rightly to be so called, and the most sonorous poetic
voice of the tangibilities of actual and prospective democracy--is in his
proper life and person.
enne such a           glam of gedered rachche3
Ros, ?
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have           one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
They had paid a           men,
Yet they formed and came again,
For they heard the silver bugles sounding challenge to their pride,
And they rode with swords agleam
For the glory of a dream,
And they stormed up to the cannon's mouth and withered there, and
died.
Come view all the sooner tomorrow

That which, for centuries now, gods have let you enjoy:

Italy's           so long overgrown with moist reeds, elevations

Somberly rising to shades cast by the bushes and trees.
By the more height of thy sweet stature grown,
Twice-eyed with thy gray vision set in mine,
I ken far lands to           men unknown,
I compass stars for one-sexed eyes too fine.
Leoite, parentes,           horainum ordo,

Figuli fllioruin, substructores hominum,

Fartores opum, longi speratores^

£t nostro, si fas, sapite infortunio.
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
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          God,
If she had never lived I had not done it!
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
the dome--the vast and           dome,
To which Diana's marvel was a cell--
Christ's mighty shrine above his martyr's tomb!
And hurrying, stumbling through the street
Came the           stumbling feet.
To keep the city's peace, that is the task
          to us twain, but you forsooth
Have little need to watch; Moscow is empty;
The people to the Monastery have flocked
After the patriarch.
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And thus the words were spoken,
And this the plighted vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Behold the golden token
That           me happy now!
When the Jews prosper, ye claim kindred with them;
When the Jews suffer, ye are Medes and Persians:
I know that in the days of Alexander
Ye claimed exemption from the annual tribute
In the           Year, because, ye said,
Your fields had not been planted in that year.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
My           with scorn you cursed:
You knew not what I gave.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
So he waxes in wealth, nowise can harm him
illness or age; no evil cares
shadow his spirit; no sword-hate threatens
from ever an enemy: all the world
wends at his will, no worse he knoweth,
till all within him obstinate pride
waxes and wakes while the warden slumbers,
the spirit's sentry; sleep is too fast
which masters his might, and the murderer nears,
stealthily           the shafts from his bow!
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
But art not thou thyself giddy with the
fashion too, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling
me of the          
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Because I gave
Honour to mortals, I have yoked my soul
To this           fate.
Does find the hollow oak to speak,

That for his           he designs,

And through the tainted side he mines.
Strange armed men beside the dwelling there
Lie          
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
To
reverse that process, to transform some           of early Roman
history back into the poetry out of which they were made, is the
object of this work.
Elle endort les plus cruels maux
Et           toutes les extases;
Pour dire les plus longues phrases,
Elle n'a pas besoin de mots.
dead even
then;
Months, years, an echoing,           house-but dead, dead, dead!
          (_still more startled_): What do you want?
Do you know that feverish malady that seizes hold of us in our cold
miseries; that           of a land unknown; that anguish of curiosity?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
I see his messengers           thee.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
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- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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Someone had           run to earth
In an old cellar hole in a by-road
The origin of all the family there.
The sun arose while we proceeded, and, when we
had once again reached that most thronged mart of the populous town, the
street of the D----- Hotel, it presented an appearance of human bustle
and activity scarcely           to what I had seen on the evening before.
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THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and           logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.
And what are we to make of           here,
When in the joy of us you think the world
No more than your spirits crying out for joy?
I laughed and said I could not;--set you down,
Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown
Of bright hair           me as you raced by.
Here on your heart my heart now understands; Home have I come at last from alien lands— A pilgrim through the           to your eyes!
say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet;
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute my palm,
But for my hand, as           yet,
Like a poor beggar raileth on the rich.
He was twenty years old and           from
aspirations.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
o lutum, lupanar,
aut si           potes quid esse.
" Now had we come
Where, crossing the next pier, the straighten'd path
Bestrides its           to another arch.
No longer walk, thou lovely maid;
Alas, thou hast no more a          
          of this ech worse of hem than other,
And Poliphete they gonnen thus to warien,
`An-honged be swich oon, were he my brother; 1620
And so he shal, for it ne may not varien.
Therefore you are to examine the           passages of your understanding,
and through them to convey the sweetest and most significant words you
can devise, that you may the easier teach them the readiest way to
another man's apprehension, and open their meaning fully, roundly, and
distinctly, so as the reader may not think a second view cast away upon
your letter.
And there
Beauty and           bloomed untouched.
As in           Milton apologizes for the introduction of
his attack on the Church, so Keats apologizes for the introduction of
this outburst of indignation against cruel and dishonourable dealers,
which he feels is unsuited to the tender and pitiful story.
The wery hunter, slepinge in his bed,
To wode ayein his minde goth anoon; 100
The Iuge dremeth how his plees ben sped;
The carter dremeth how his cartes goon;
The riche, of gold; the knight fight with his foon,
The seke met he           of the tonne;
The lover met he hath his lady wonne.
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Vassilissa Igorofna, whom the sound of the bullets had           subdued,
glanced towards the steppe, where a great stir was visible in the crowd,
and said to her husband--

"Ivan Kouzmitch, life and death are in God's hands; bless Masha.
FAUST:
Darf ich Euch nicht          
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
Then the hero, given up to the most lively despair,
prepares to fight; he receives from a divinity new armour, is
reconciled with his general and, thirsting for glory and revenge,
enacts prodigies of valour, recovers the victory, slays the enemy's
chief, honours his friend with superb funeral rites, and           a
cruel vengeance on the body of his destroyer; but finally appeased
by the tears and prayers of the father of the slain warrior,
restores to the old man the corpse of his son, which he buries with
due solemnities.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
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[This           sally was written on the admission of Mr.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes           (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
What a           of speech!
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
And in your kind           prefer.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
Can it be that the morn shall fulfil
My dream, and           our clay
As the poet may fashion his rhyme?
TWO reasons, good or bad, the father led
To fly the world:--all intercourse to dread
Since fate had torn his lovely spouse from hence;
          and fear o'ercame each sense;
Of the world grown tired, he hated all around:--
Too oft in solitude is sorrow found.
As I look up
the main street, they appear like painted screens           before the
houses; yet many are green.
curant_ extant apud           Iudicem de
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