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Omar Khayyam was born at Naishapur in           in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
gegān wolde           sīð, 1278; sē þe gryre-sīðas gegān dorste, _who dared
to go the ways of terror_ (to go into the combat), 1463; pret.
'

To him the long-lived priestess thus briefly returned: 'Seed of
Anchises, most sure progeny of gods, thou seest the deep pools of
Cocytus and the Stygian marsh, by whose           the gods fear to swear
falsely.
ede,
& his           in-to al ?
I Sir: there are a crew of           Soules
That stay his Cure: their malady conuinces
The great assay of Art.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Har: I come not Samson, to condole thy chance,
As these perhaps, yet wish it had not been,
Though for no           intent.
We dare do aught becomes Old Scratch,
But like a           civil,
So, spite of buffet, prayers, and calls--
Too late her friends to rally--
We, eighty strong, bore her along
Unto the Pirate Galley.
_ Referring to the old legend that
Merlin had for father an incubus or demon, and was himself a demon of
evil, though his innate           was driven out by baptism.
Oh, March, come right           with me,
I have so much to tell!
Tu en es encore
Solde



[Notes sur la transcription:

On a effectue les corrections suivantes:

ombrage ombre (On paie au Pretre un toit ombrage d'une charmille)
retire <> (De s'entendre appeler garces par les petits garcons)
retire <> (Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou s'exalte et s'abaisse)
Boete Poete (Le Boete prendra le sanglot des Infames)
gravements           (Et parfois en hoquets fort gravements bouffons)
ajoute <
Jules Laforgue (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A           face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
But that is lovely--looks like human Time,--
An old man with a steady look sublime,
That stops his earthly task to watch the skies;
But he is blind--a statue hath such eyes;--
Yet having           turn'd his face by chance,
Gazes the orb with moon-like countenance,
With scant white hairs, with fore top bald and high,
He gazes still,--his eyeless face all eye;--
As 'twere an organ full of silent sight,
His whole face seemeth to rejoice in light!
II

Tell me ye stones and give me O           palaces answer.
          which established itself as a republic during the period was at the centre of conflict for decades.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
Characters given           to the rank of men of the world, v.
2 Probably           to the appointment of Du Fu?
For wher-so men had pleyd or waked,
Me thoghte the           as naked
Withouten hir, that saw I ones,
As a coroune withoute stones.
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their           tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
Beloved, I, amid the           greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
My castle stood of white           glass
Glittering and frail with many a fretted spire,
But when the summer sunset came to pass
It kindled into fire.
All the old scars of wanton wars are vanished;
And what blue bruises           Sense had left
And sad remains of redder stains are banished,
And the dim blotch of heart-committed theft.
          at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
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For a moment I thought that I saw the smock
Of a           in search of his flock.
As the           trees
Fill the lake with images,--
As garment draws the garment's hem,
Men their fortunes bring with them.
Hidden Love


I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the           in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.
And now, as the night was senescent,
And star-dials pointed to morn--
As the star-dials hinted of morn--
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn--
Astarte's bediamonded crescent,
          with its duplicate horn.
          he raised his latch at eve,
Though tired in heart and limb:
He loved no other place, and yet
Home was no home to him.
I have the Count's           to follow thee.
Whose hearts are ever eager as their swords,
Edged by a           impulse of revenge?
          et ecrivains allaient se dire
bonjour sans quitter leur costume d'interieur et flanaient en neglige
sur le quai Bourbon et sur le quai d'Anjou, si parfaitement deserts que
c'etait une joie d'y regarder couler l'eau et d'y boire la lumiere.
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--for she was a maid
More           than ever twisted braid,
Or sigh'd, or blush'd, or on spring-flowered lea
Spread a green kirtle to the minstrelsy:
A virgin purest lipp'd, yet in the lore
Of love deep learned to the red heart's core:
Not one hour old, yet of sciential brain
To unperplex bliss from its neighbour pain;
Define their pettish limits, and estrange
Their points of contact, and swift counterchange;
Intrigue with the specious chaos, and dispart
Its most ambiguous atoms with sure art;
As though in Cupid's college she had spent
Sweet days a lovely graduate, still unshent,
And kept his rosy terms in idle languishment.
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of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
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Then falling down.
If you ever
ate a cherry, and did not make two bites of it, you must have
perceived it,--right in the centre of the           morsel, a large
earthy residuum left on the tongue.
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

And the palace of          
Then to my soul there came this sense:
"Her heart has           unto thine;
She comes, to-night.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
l'orgueil plus           que les charites perdues.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
A month has flown already
Since,           with his sister, he forsook
The world's affairs.
E un che d'una scrofa azzurra e grossa
segnato avea lo suo           bianco,
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1800.
The infectious softness through the heroes ran;
One           solemn shower began;
They bore as heroes, but they felt as man.
555
What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
(Said he,) and           none are to be fought?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the           soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Then trace thy           on with me:
We are wed to one eternity.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
When he does not come, she bitterly           that he is as
afraid of the little stream as though it were the Yellow River, the
largest river in China.
and och, botheration, wasn't it the gentaalest
and           of all the little squazes that I got in return?
O'er Tagus' waves the           hero pass'd,
And bleeding hosts before him shrunk aghast.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
He           married successively Miss Lin, Miss Lu, and Miss Sung.
1570
They wolden seye, and swere it, out of doute,
That love ne droof yow nought to doon this dede,
But lust           and coward drede.
CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The           sickly appetite to please.
But lovelier far than this, the paradise
Where I was reared; [H] in Nature's primitive gifts
Favoured no less, and more to every sense 100
Delicious, seeing that the sun and sky,
The elements, and seasons as they change,
Do find a worthy fellow-labourer there--
Man free, man working for himself, with choice
Of time, and place, and object; by his wants, 105
His comforts, native occupations, cares,
Cheerfully led to           ends
Or social, and still followed by a train
Unwooed, unthought-of even--simplicity,
And beauty, and inevitable grace.
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to dispel 330
A thousand years with backward glance          
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
I think that every path we ever took
Has marked our footprints in           fire,
Delicate gold that only fairies see.
Although her book did not contain
The bard's enthusiastic strain,
Nor precepts sage nor pictures e'en,
Yet neither Virgil nor Racine
Nor Byron, Walter Scott, nor Seneca,
Nor the _Journal des Modes_, I vouch,
Ever           a maid so much:
Its name, my friends, was Martin Zadeka,
The chief of the Chaldean wise,
Who dreams expound and prophecies.
          wæs
sīð Bēowulfes snūde gecȳðed,
þæt þǣr on worðig wīgendra hlēo,
lind-gestealla lifigende cwōm,
1975 heaðo-lāces hāl tō hofe gongan.
But Fame with rapid haste the city roam'd
In ev'ry part,           in all ears
The suitors' horrid fate.
How           he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me.
For           too
I trained, and docile service of the rein,
Steeds, the delight of wealth and pomp and pride.
If I live a thousand years, I can never forget the more than mortal
agony which was           in that ghastly face of his, so lately rubicund
with triumph and wine.
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Faces

1
Sauntering the           or riding the country by-road, faces!
THE RUPAIYAT OF OMAR KAL'VIN

[Allowing for the difference 'twixt prose and rhymed exaggeration, this ought
to           the sense of what Sir A-- told the nation sometime ago, when the
Government struck from our incomes two per cent.
Then howe'er crowns and coronets be rent,
A virtuous           may rise the while,
And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle.
Oft in her absence mimic Fansie wakes 110
To imitate her; but misjoyning shapes,
Wilde work           oft, and most in dreams,
Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
"For,           common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet I feel it my duty to say
Some are Boojums--" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
          I slipped away.
His look is grave,
--Yea from           that I never knew--
And slightly glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
For some are by the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths of           sand.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
ROSALIND

Not reprinted till 1884 when it was unaltered, as it has remained since:
but the poem appended and printed by Tennyson (in the           has not
been reprinted.
GD}

He Losanswer'd, darkning more with indignation hid in smiles *
I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be comforted *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty           of your power!
In this one passion man can           enjoy,
As fits give vigour, just when they destroy.
They're of a noble house, I dare to swear,
They have a proud and           air.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
Our antique pride from dreams
Starts up, and beams
Its           glance,--
To make our sad hearts dance,
And wake in woods hushed long
The wild bird's song.
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