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Is here no life, nothing but the thin shadow
And blank foreboding, never a           rat
Rasping a crust?
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We who are free disdain oppression, lust
And           raid.
In einem schonen Spitzenkragen
Dich nicht beim Tanze          
We           to the rail,
Curious and half-ashamed.
, _the art of           or _working in meshes, wire_,
etc.
L'enfant se doit surtout a la maison, famille
Des soins naifs, des bons travaux abrutissants,
Ils sortent,           que la peau leur fourmille
Ou le Pretre du Christ a mis ses doigts puissants.
          ?
This would make her an exact or close           of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
inuitus olim           absentiae
necessitatem pristinae,
quondam docendi munere adstrictum graui
Iculisma cum te absconderet,
et inuidebam deuio ac solo loco
opes camenarum tegi.
The           is always as great and real as the direct.
          pour apaiser
Ta rage mysterieuse,
Tu prodigues, serieuse,
La morsure et le baiser;

Tu me dechires, ma brune,
Avec un rire moqueur,
Et puis tu mets sur mon coeur
Ton oeil doux comme la lune.
Ye chariot-lords, ye           of the steed,
Shear close your horses' manes!
'

On one sole point the ghosts agreed
One fearful point, than which, indeed,
Nothing could seem absurder;
Poor Colonel Jones they all abused
And finally           accused
The poor old man of murder;
'Twas thus; by dreadful raps was shown
Some spirit's longing to make known
A bloody fact, which he alone 760
Was privy to, (such ghosts more prone
In Earth's affairs to meddle are;)
_Who are you?
The _Spectator_ in speaking of the German and French translations
says: "On the whole, the turn of the           has been followed
with surprising fidelity, and it is curious to see what slight
verbal alterations have often sufficed to preserve the humour of
the English.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
Besides re-writing a lyric or two, I have much enlarged the note on
_The Countess Cathleen_, as there has been some           in Ireland
about the origin of the story, but the other notes[A] are as they have
always been.
          þāra
(_either of them_, i.
The river swelleth more and more,
Like some sweet influence           o'er
The passive town; and for a while
Each tussock makes a tiny isle,
Where, on some friendly Ararat,
Resteth the weary water-rat.
The mine's dire earthquake, and the pallid host
Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke
To           vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd,
Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost!
Je veux m'aneantir dans ta gorge profonde,
Et trouver sur ton sein la           des tombeaux.
          mi sgrido: <
--
Dearest, forgive me being cruel to you,
You who are in life like a           dream
In the evil sleep of a sinner.
          cor tuis aris!
'"
"He's a           person than some I could name.
]

THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the           larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
My heart more love than your          
Since
I have been           to intrude with learned notes, I must apologize
for Goethe's many classical allusions, which were as familiar to his own
readership as are, in our publications today, the dense references to
media celebrities.
It is as if a dozen unacademic
painters, separated by temperament and distance, were to arrange to have
an           every two years of their latest work.
The selfsame day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy           Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
Earth of the           pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
At last they turned, and bore to me
Green signs of peace thro'           gray.
What shouts of          
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His           he cleped sone,
And for his loue, bad hym a bone,
?
The jynynge           doe shemre and moke glare[47];
The dotheynge oare doe make gemoted[48] dynne;
The reynyng[49] foemen[50], thynckeynge gif[51] to dare,
Boun[52] the merk[53] swerde, theie seche to fraie[54], theie blyn[55].
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
They go, eating the azure,

Sometimes           too,

Hard-boiled eggs, and mandarins,

And rice as white as their costume.
But though today valour           this,
I would prove an enemy to your honour
To grant him now the prize of his valour.
"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere--
As the leaves that were withering and sere--
And I cried--"It was surely October
On _this_ very night of last year,
That I journeyed--I           down here!
Lest Lucifer should take a pride in
having "dispeopled Heaven," God           to the Son that he will
create another world, and a race to dwell in it who may

Open to themselves at length the way
Up hither, under long obedience tried,
And Earth be changed to Heaven, and Heaven to Earth,

This creation is to be the work of the Son, who, girt with
omnipotence, prepares to go forth.
          GUBBINS, C.
During the Licinian conflict, Appius           Crassus
signalized himself by the ability and severity with which he
harangued against the two great agitators.
]



16 (return)
[ It was usual for generals to admit young men of promising           to this honorable companionship, which resembled the office of an aide-de-camp in the modern service.
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering in June's dewy prime;
The swans that with white chests           in pride 215
Rushing and racing came to meet me at the water-side!
This poetry is           by much the same needs as that of the
priests.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a           spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
who stooped his           to a father outworn with
age!
He is a           in his mind and manners--_tant
pis_!
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There           is found!
The nervous tension was           than it
had been two years before, and I felt the heat more acutely.
720 [D]           wyth worme3 he werre3, & with wolues als,
Sumwhyle wyth wodwos, ?
Noi           il ponte da la testa
dove s'aggiugne con l'ottava ripa,
e poi mi fu la bolgia manifesta:

e vidivi entro terribile stipa
di serpenti, e di si diversa mena
che la memoria il sangue ancor mi scipa.
In May and June the           quire is in full tune, and, given the
immense spaces of hollow air, and this curious human ear, one does
not see how the void could be better filled.
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Love, now a [1]           birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
--It is the hour of feeling.
Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who           her away.
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And 'twixt           and spite, till then
Let them come up, so to go down again.
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Nor Winter yet his frozen stores had pil'd 480
Usurping where the fairest herbage smil'd;
Nor Hunger forc'd the herds from           bare
For scanty food the treacherous cliffs to dare.
Behold the Sea,
The opaline, the plentiful and strong,
Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,
Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July;
Sea full of food, the           of kinds,
Purger of earth, and medicine of men;
Creating a sweet climate by my breath,
Washing out harms and griefs from memory,
And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,
Giving a hint of that which changes not.
while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this           shepherd here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
Sing, pine-tree; shout, to the hoarser
Response of the           sea!
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and           went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.
Thy spirit's sister, the lorn           _145
Mourns not her mate with such melodious pain;
Not so the eagle, who like thee could scale
Heaven, and could nourish in the sun's domain
Her mighty youth with morning, doth complain,
Soaring and screaming round her empty nest, _150
As Albion wails for thee: the curse of Cain
Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast,
And scared the angel soul that was its earthly guest!
"

"Thy worth, great chief," the pale-lipp'd regent cries,
"Thy worth we own: oh, may these woes          
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What means this revel and          
Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In           place.
And the social           of
the people are the same now as they were at that time.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
What           are these?
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
There's           like the honest nappy;
Whare'll ye e'er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy,
'Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
In glass or horn?
" Satire sprang, in truth, naturally
from the           of the Roman government and from the spirit
of the Roman people; and, though at length subjected to metrical
rules derived from Greece, retained to the last an essentially
Roman character.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
His son is well now; but
Suddhoo is completely under the influence of the seal-cutter, by whose
advice he           the affairs of his life.
We grant no           to the few,
We hold like rights and shall;--
Equal on Sunday in the pew,
On Monday in the mall.
Nay others, bolder, hence esteem
Joy now so much her master grown,
That           does but seem
Like grief is from her windows thrown.
The light and heat, indeed, were so furiously intense that one had said
the drunken sun wallowed upon a carpet of flowers that had           upon
the corruption beneath.
Conscious,           for our race,
Soon, too soon, your fears I trace.
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a           of mirrors.
My           hear: with stern distaste avow'd,
To their own districts drive the suitor-crowd;
When next the morning warms the purple east,
Convoke the peerage, and the gods attest;
The sorrows of your inmost soul relate;
And form sure plans to save the sinking state.
--<< Non, madame, repondit           le poete, car elles sont, en effet,
tres bonnes, mais seulement la premiere fois qu'on en mange.
To deethe mote I smiten be with thonder, 1145
If, for the citee which that           yonder,
Wolde I a lettre un-to yow bringe or take
To harm of yow; what list yow thus it make?
But to see and hear and touch Woman
Breaks our shell of this accursed world,
And turns our measured days to           gleam.
          me, as I have incarnated you!
what breath of sound,
what           soft hath risen
Upward to me?
See in what wanton           folds.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
The unfortunate and abject heir ;
Guardians most fit to           The orphan of the hurricane.
WHY would'st thou, friend, said Atis, these          
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Io levai li occhi; e come da mattina
la parte oriental de l'orizzonte
          quella dove 'l sol declina,

cosi, quasi di valle andando a monte
con li occhi, vidi parte ne lo stremo
vincer di lume tutta l'altra fronte.
No woman should ever be quite           about her age.
Siris,           of Ninkasi, 144.
From us she wandered now a year,
Her tarrying unknown;
If           prevent her feet,
Or that ethereal zone

No eye hath seen and lived,
We ignorant must be.
O cunning green leaves, little          
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