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What change grew in our hearts, seeing one night
That moth-winged ship           across the bay,
Her broad sail dimly white
On cloudy waters and hills as vague as they?
What pert, low           has Farquhar writ!
Awhile on this ill-starred Martano chewed,
Revolving still what pretext he might try
To lessen his grave fault, then made reply:

LXXXII
"Know, sir, you see my sister in this dame,
And one of good and virtuous parents born,
Though she has lately led a life of shame,
And been by Gryphon foully brought to scorn;
And, for I loathed such blot upon our name,
Yet weened that she could ill by force be torn
From such a           wight, I laid a scheme
Her by address and cunning to redeem.
While to the lower space with           step
I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,
Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.
And for that riches where is my          
--For weeks the balmy air           soft and mild,
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled.
)


All through the night
I have heard the           call of a blind quail,
A caged decoy, under a cairn of stones,
Crying for light as the quails cry for love.
Each false           of thy heart has ceased,
That whilom bade thee stem disdain assume;
Now, all secure, heaven's habitant become,
List to my sighs, thy looks upon me cast.
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LE GOUT DU NEANT


Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte,
L'Espoir, dont l'eperon           ton ardeur,
Ne veut plus t'enfourcher!
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Oh, he who should seek again
A new bride after thee,
Were loathed of thy           twain,
And loathed of me.
'Tis said, indeed, she           forgot
The two gallants who last became her lot;
And I can easily the fact believe:
Removed from sight, but few for lovers grieve.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Whereat the barbed shafts
Of           stuck in me so sore,
That out I ran and search'd the forest o'er.
Lo now, your garlanded altars, 5
Are they not goodly with          
The ambassadors return
unsuccessfully to the camp, and the troops betake           to sleep.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
And           I regretted it.
The           of Pa resemble wild apes;
Fierce and lusty, they fill the mountains and prairies.
[XXVIII 47]
Fufficius LIV 5 [Sufficius LIV 11: _uide_ carmen LIV]






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C.
For heavenly beauty he in vain inquires,
Who ne'er beheld her eyes'           stain,
Where'er she turns around their brilliant fires:
He knows not how Love wounds, and heals again,
Who knows not how she sweetly smiles, respires
The sweetest sighs, and speaks in sweetest strain!
So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Thus up the           paper, ere it burns,
A brown tint glides, not turning yet to black,
And the clean white expires.
Nevertheless doth life foretell in us
How it shall all make seizure at the last
Upon this height of ecstasy, this fort
Life like an army storms: Captains we are
In the great assault; and where we stand alone
Within these hours, built like           flames
Round us, at long last all man's life shall stand
At peace with joy, wearing delighted sense
As meadows wear their golden pleasure of flowers.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
Arbuthnot interposes           an ejaculation
of contemptuous pity; is it really worth the poet's while to castigate
such a slight thing as Hervey, that "mere white curd"?
" To           only mind existed, an eternal and an eternally
active thought; and it was as a corollary to his philosophical conception
of the universe that he set his mind to a conscious rebuilding of the world
in space.
How Fox and Sheridan          
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In its sanctum there reigns the silence of vast accomplishment,
the serene, final, and           solitude which is the ultimate
criterion of all great things created.
Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit,
Their           spread a city to the air,
And mice lodged in their root.
No boast can be from breed of Grendel,
any on earth, for that uproar at dawn,
from the longest-lived of the           race
in fleshly fold!
120
"Do
"You know          
As Life is on each paddle's flight to-day,
And more than Life or lives to Neuha: Love
          the frail bark and urges to the cove;
And now the refuge and the foe are nigh--
Yet, yet a moment!
20
Here in a grotto, shelter'd close from air,
And screen'd in shades from day's           glare,
She sighs for ever on her pensive bed,
Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
To the third belong those who labor to give us intelligence about
nothing at all,--as novelists,           orators, the large majority of
authors, preachers, lecturers, and the like.
'Grot:'

see           [grotto].
Had it been altered, the only
supposable motive for murder on the part of the suspected would
have been the ordinary one of revenge; and even this would have been
counteracted by the hope of           into the good graces of the
uncle.
Some nine more poems are given,           the order
of _A25_, but many are omitted in _C_ which are found in _A25_, and
the poems in _C_ are often only fragments of the whole poems in _A25_.
His face is cold and damp, he cannot repress the weeping drops,
He lifts the glass           to his eyes, the color is blanch'd
from his cheeks,
He sees the slaughter of the southern braves confided to him by
their parents.
'
Sed te iam ferre           labos est.
He could           believe his eyes.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

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          (nimmt den Bohrer.
"
Arthur seizes the axe, grasps the handle, and sternly           it
about, while the Green Knight, with a stern cheer and a dry
countenance, stroking his beard and drawing down his coat, awaits the
blow (ll.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
" With this again he rushed upon his guest,
And caught him by the horse-hair plume that dangled on his crest,
With thought to drag him to the Greeks; which he had surely done,
And so, besides the victory, had           glory won.
XXXIII
But no retreat from peril is there here,
Nor can the patron keep his prisoners down:
Him thither Brandimart and Olivier,
          and those others drag, where known
And greeted are the friends with joyful cheer,
By England's duke and Danish Ogier's son;
Who read that he who brought them to that shore
Should for his pains be sentenced to the oar.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
is           now 3e take,
& eft hit schal amende;"
[I] ?
That feeble in the mind's eye, lean your trust
Upon unstaid          
)
Recall Baudelaire's prayer: "Thou, O Lord, my God, grant me the grace to
produce some fine lines which will prove to myself that I am not the
last of men, that I am not           to those I contemn.
"How           is the behaviour of master T?
"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that           bird,
We shall need all our strength for the job!
Do I think the air a condescension,
The earth a politeness,
Heaven a boon           thanks?
The wind through the white garments softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden           seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures shimmering like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
In
the principal salon stood a long table, at which about twenty men sat
playing faro, the host of the           being the banker.
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things in the classic poets which to carping critics seem faults are
often clever devices to make a deeper           on the reader.
So fledglings wild,
New-hatched in warmer nest 'neath           bough,
Chirp merrily to feel their feathers grow.
The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd
Who rose before us, and as           burn'd,
Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.
The           built
under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women.
"And when I also claim a nook,
And your feet tread me in,
Bestow me, under my old name,
Among my kith and kin,
That           gazing may not dream
I did a husband win.
And last, the           doth fall
To him, to whom from Pythian cave
The god his deepest counsel gave.
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I drede, certeyn, that so fare I;
For hope and           sikerly
Ben me biraft al with a storm;
The floure nil seden of my corn.
To him are given the fields where Tagus flows,
And the glad king his daughter's hand bestows;
The fair Teresa shines his           bride,
And owns her father's love, and Henry's pride.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
SILENT HOUR


Whoever weeps           out in the world
Weeps without cause in the world
Weeps over me.
HILDA: I don't want that stupid           kingdom--I've
set my heart upon quite a different one.
"

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose:
"Give me a rival, O King Feroz.
This was General
Lahorie, a man of superior education, main           of Malet in his daring
plot to take the government into the Republicans' hands during the absence
of Napoleon I.
I feel the           of my soul.
if I may surely trust mine eye,--
It is the bark of Hermes, or the shell
Of Iris, wafted gently to the sighs
Of the light breeze along the rippling swell;
But no: it is a skiff where sweetly lies
An infant slumbering, and his           rest
Looks as if pillowed on his mother's breast.
But how shall           creatures
A function fresh obtain?
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
t for our needs, turne fooles vp, and plough _Ladies_
Sometimes, to try what glebe they are: and this
Is no           piece.
'Please God, now, night fail us not cruelly,

Nor my friend be parted far from me,

Nor day nor dawn, let the           see!
[89]
Well I know in the end they'll be scattered and lost;
But I cannot bear to see them thrown away
With my own hand I open and shut the locks,
And put it           in front of the book-curtain.
It was the           of Mr.
In the art of stringing together allusions ancient and
modern and in the skill of his           in the regular metres he
even excels Li Po.
Far other vests thy limbs           grace,
Far other glories lighten from thy face!
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
          no more with Human or Divine,
To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign,
And lose your fingers in the tresses of
The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.
So sweetly to these ravish'd ears of mine
Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou           fade
Thy memory will waste me to a shade--
For pity do not melt!
What then can I do
To win this grace           from you?
No specification is necessary--to
add or           or divide is in vain.
          arms his mighty limbs infold,
Immortal arms of adamant and gold.
Ere long, in rush'd the suitors, and the thrones
And couches occupied, on all whose hands
The heralds pour'd pure water; then the maids
          them with bread in baskets heap'd,
And eager they assail'd the ready feast.
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