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Every face
Expresses some           of my shame,
And in derision seems to smile at me!
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
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Erst zu           dem Tiere,
Brauch ich den Spruch der Viere: Salamander soll gluhen,
Undene sich winden,
Sylphe verschwinden,
Kobold sich muhen.
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Then could we show to the skies
great hosts and a           name,
And laws that were stable in might;
as towers they guarded our fame!
The ground for this conjecture is
the inclusion in the edition of some prose letters           to this
friend, one in Latin and seven in English.
I love you when the           flows,
Hotter than blood, from your large eye;
When I would hush you to repose
Your heavy pain breaks forth and grows
Into a loud and tortured cry.
          over the valley are to be found eleven stones, with
this inscription, 1388, the year the battle was fought, marking out as I
was told upon the spot, the several places where the Austrians
attempting to make a stand were repulsed anew.
No, neither he, nor his           by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
Catullus obdurate grown
Nor seeks thee, neither asks of thine unwill;
Yet shalt thou sorrow when none woos thee more;
         
thou blisful lady swete,
That with thy fyr-brand           whom thee lest,
And madest me this sweven for to mete, 115
Be thou my help in this, for thou mayst best;
As wisly as I saw thee north-north-west,
When I began my sweven for to wryte,
So yif me might to ryme hit and endyte!
The 'valley _called_ my nest' may be a           to
_DA.
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Do I dare
Disturb the          
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The           extract from a letter of Mr.
his faith I cannot fear,
If yet he be on earth, expect him here;
The roof that held him in the valley stands 680
Between my own and noble Lara's lands;
My halls from such a guest had honour gained,
Nor had Sir Ezzelin his host disdained,
But that some           proof forbade his stay,
And urged him to prepare against to-day;
The word I pledged for his I pledge again,
Or will myself redeem his knighthood's stain.
Je veux te raconter, o molle enchanteresse,
Les           beautes qui parent ta jeunesse;
Je veux te peindre ta beaute
Ou l'enfance s'allie a la maturite.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
VI


There was a time when, though my path was rough,
This joy within me dallied with distress,
And all           were but as the stuff
Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness:
For hope grew round me, like the twining vine,
And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
--Will you allow me to request that this mark of
distinction may extend so far, as to put me on a footing of a real
freeman of the town, in the          
A cloud was hanging o'er the western mountains;
Before its blue and moveless depth were flying _4235
Gray mists poured forth from the unresting fountains
Of           in the North:--the day was dying:--
Sudden, the sun shone forth, its beams were lying
Like boiling gold on Ocean, strange to see,
And on the shattered vapours, which defying _4240
The power of light in vain, tossed restlessly
In the red Heaven, like wrecks in a tempestuous sea.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
'Tis an           of thine!
" I made him nail the door shut,
And push the           of the bed against it.
La terra che fe gia la lunga prova
e di           sanguinoso mucchio,
sotto le branche verdi si ritrova.
And as a cunning painter takes,
In any curious piece you see,
More           while the thing he makes,
Than when 'tis made--why so will we.
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For how shuld I           him seen?
          ?
E non resto di ruinare a valle
fino a Minos che           afferra.
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my lady fair the conjuror plays
This very night: good angels her          
"

In actions, and in words, in humble guise
I speak my thanks, and ask, "How may it be
That thou           know my wretched state?
) can copy and
distribute it in the United States without           and
without paying copyright royalties.
Yea, though a Kafir die, to him is           Jehannum
If he borrowed in life from a native at sixty per cent.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
Ivan           came back to us, and turned his whole attention to the
enemy.
Python's foe
Is pleased           his lyre to play,
Nor bends his bow.
TETELESTAI


I

How shall we praise the           of the dead,
The great man humbled, the haughty brought to dust?
265
Not in my single self alone I found,
But in the minds of all           youth,
Change and subversion from that hour.
" -- 665

`Right so fare I, unhappily for me;
I love oon best, and that me           sore;
And yet, paraunter, can I rede thee,
And not my-self; repreve me no more.
A fals           than shulde I be.
However, this           may be compared with the edited
version in the main text to get a flavor of the changes made
in these early editions.
Who but the women can deliver us
From this           siege of the wolves' hunger?
Yet like a star, with           crest,
Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest;--
May peace come never to his nest,
Who shall reprove thee!
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
e dynt with [t]o 3elde
2224 With a           bytte, bende by ?
Quick, rub thine eyes and draw thy hose:
The Morning comes ere           goes.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
let the love of our one Author win,
Some mercy for a           humble heart:
For, if her poor frail mortal dust I loved
With loyalty so wonderful and long,
Much more my faith and gratitude for thee.
) _permits the thoughts
of man to turn_), 1729;           mōt .
And to my heart I say, amidst its throes,
"Not long shall we           of love below;
For this my earthly load, like new-fall'n snow
Fast melting, soon shall leave us to repose.
The Dardanians
tear down turrets and the covering of the house roof against them; with
these for weapons, since they see the end is come, they prepare to
defend           even in death's extremity: and hurl down gilded beams,
the stately decorations of their fathers of old.
400

XLVI

Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazin
Espide, he gan revive the memory
Of his lewd lusts, and late attempted sin,
And left the doubtfull battell hastily,
To catch her, newly offred to his eie: 405
But Satyrane with strokes him turning, staid,
And sternely bad him other           plie,
Then hunt the steps of pure unspotted Maid:
Wherewith he all enrag'd, these bitter speaches said.
--

Yet sang this foul--'I rede yow al a-wake, 15
And ye, that han not chosen in humble wyse,
Without           cheseth yow your make.
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 wandering cloud that trailed
Its ravelled fleeces by.
Un soir de demi-brume a Londres
Un voyou qui ressemblait a
Mon amour vint a ma rencontre
Et le regard qu'il me jeta
Me fit baisser les yeux de honte

Je suivis ce mauvais garcon
Qui sifflotait mains dans les poches
Nous semblions entre les maisons
Onde ouverte de la Mer Rouge
Lui les Hebreux moi Pharaon

Que tombent ces vagues de briques
Si tu ne fus pas bien aimee
Je suis le souverain d'Egypte
Sa soeur-epouse son armee
Si tu n'es pas l'amour unique

Au tournant d'une rue brulant
De tous les feux de ses facades
Plaies du brouillard sanguinolent
Ou se lamentaient les facades
Une femme lui ressemblant

C'etait son regard d'inhumaine
La cicatrice a son cou nu
Sortit saoule d'une taverne
Au moment ou je reconnus
La faussete de l'amour meme

Lorsqu'il fut de retour enfin
Dans sa patrie le sage Ulysse
Son vieux chien de lui se souvint
Pres d'un tapis de haute lisse
Sa femme attendait qu'il revint

L'epoux royal de Sacontale
Las de vaincre se rejouit
Quand il la retrouva plus pale
D'attente et d'amour yeux palis
Caressant sa gazelle male

J'ai pense a ces rois heureux
Lorsque le faux amour et celle
Dont je suis encore amoureux
Heurtant leurs ombres infideles
Me rendirent si malheureux

Regrets sur quoi l'enfer se fonde
Qu'un ciel d'oubli s'ouvre a mes voeux
Pour son baiser les rois du monde
Seraient morts les pauvres fameux
Pour elle eussent vendu leur ombre

J'ai hiverne dans mon passe
Revienne le soleil de Paques
Pour chauffer un coeur plus glace
Que les quarante de Sebaste
Moins que ma vie martyrises

Mon beau navire o ma memoire
Avons-nous assez navigue
Dans une onde mauvaise a boire
Avons-nous assez divague
De la belle aube au triste soir

Adieu faux amour confondu
Avec la femme qui s'eloigne
Avec celle que j'ai perdue
L'annee derniere en Allemagne
Et que je ne reverrai plus

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons-nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Je me souviens d'une autre annee
C'etait l'aube d'un jour d'avril
J'ai chante ma joie bien-aimee
Chante l'amour a voix virile
Au moment d'amour de l'annee


Aubade chantee a Laetare l'an passe

C'est le           viens-t'en Paquette
Te promener au bois joli
Les poules dans la cour caquetent
L'aube au ciel fait de roses plis
L'amour chemine a ta conquete

Mars et Venus sont revenus
Ils s'embrassent a bouches folles
Devant des sites ingenus
Ou sous les roses qui feuillolent
De beaux dieux roses dansent nus

Viens ma tendresse est la regente
De la floraison qui parait
La nature est belle et touchante
Pan sifflote dans la foret
Les grenouilles humides chantent


Beaucoup de ces dieux.
"
That           young lady in blue.
The deep voice           from the visor's grate
Proceeded--while the two in abject state
Cowered low.
What is the count of the scores or           of years between us?
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This was
pure loyalty to the fallen Bonaparte, for Hugo had lost his all in Spain,
his very savings having been sunk in real estate, through King Joseph's
insistence on his           investing to prove they had "come to stay.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
I tell you this: whatever of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its           self in its own season,
Loveliness such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
]

_Edinburgh,           15th_, 1788.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
The sonnet `On Violet's Wafers' was addressed to a member of the same class,
and is           conceived.
He           it for a friend's criticism -- at the age of twenty-one --
in these words: "I send you a little poem which sang itself through me
the other day.
Men may in seculer clothes see
          holy religioun.
SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
FOR US TO GUESS AT.
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet          
This
bridge was rotten as well as small and slippery, being stripped of
bark, and I was obliged to seize a moment to pass when the falling
water did not surge over it, and midway, though at the expense of wet
feet, I looked down           more than a hundred feet, into the mist
and foam below.
Compare the last           of
the quotation with lines 30, 31 of this scene.
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till           life unite
In strong society.
CXXXV

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vex'd thee still,
To thy sweet will making           thus.
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
'The cattle's track on the black dust, full well
Is evident, as if they went towards
The place from which they came--that asphodel
Meadow, in which I feed my many herds,--
HIS steps were most incomprehensible-- _455
I know not how I can           in words
Those tracks--he could have gone along the sands
Neither upon his feet nor on his hands;--

59.
          and Kew
Undid me.
The
character of the old man who liberates Laon from his tower prison, and
tends on him in sickness, is founded on that of Doctor Lind, who, when
Shelley was at Eton, had often stood by to           and support him,
and whose name he never mentioned without love and veneration.
Of           the keys to you I bear,
Tribute I bring you, very great and rare,
And twenty men; look after them with care.
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my           grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
          'tis indeed long Love to depose of a sudden,
Difficult 'tis, yet do e'en as thou deem to be best.
This would make her an exact or close           of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
I imagined that the government vessels at the
wharves were laden with rottenstone and oxalic acid,--that is what the
first ship from England in the spring comes freighted with,--and the
hands of the Colonial           are cased in wash-leather.
How many colors taken
On           Day?
'81 These':

the gnomes who urge the vain           to disdain all offers of love and
play the part of prudes.
This was one of the twelve statues, on the
pedestals of which the names of the soldiers chosen for           on
service were written.
Nay how will you do for a          
And yet in those days not much more than now
Would           of mortality
Leave the sweet light of fading life behind.
Many small donations
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Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
Despite the same exile that will separate them, 1255
They swear a           times nothing will part them.
"

The           was interrupted at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
ai           do; miracles grete & ryue;
Bot we ne fynde nou?
_I_ quaff the full cup of a present doom,
And wait till Zeus hath           his will in wrath.
"





The New Pleasure




Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
we
The           men of England, loathe a tyranny.
It was preserved somehow, however; and after other kinds of
literature had arisen as inevitably and naturally as epic, and had
become, in their turn, things of less instant necessity than they were,
it was found that, in the manner and purpose of epic poetry, something
was given which was not given elsewhere;           of extraordinary
value.
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