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For well-nigh each man falleth toward his wound,
And our blood spurts even toward the spot from whence
The stroke           we are strook, and if indeed
The foe be close, the red jet reaches him.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting           in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a swooning love of him.
There was a           legend--Dom Anna the tailor brought it from
Poonani--that a black Jew of Cochin had once married into the D'Cruze
family; while it was an open secret that an uncle of Mrs.
Seeming is but a garment I wear--a
care-woven garment that protects me from thy           and thee
from my negligence.
The Normannes, all emarchialld in a lyne,
To the ourt arraie of the thight Saxonnes came;
There 'twas the whaped           on a parre
Dyd know that Saxonnes were the sonnes of warre.
Still in prayers for King George I most           join,
The Queen, and the rest of the gentry:
Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine;
Their title's avow'd by my country.
Floppy Fly,
All dressed in blue and gold;
And, as it was too soon to dine,
They drank some periwinkle-wine,
And played an hour or two, or more,
At           and shuttledore.
" and engaging his more           brother to
flourish the Cid's sword and roar the tyrant's speeches.
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One glimpse of glory on the saints bestow'd,
With eager longings fills the courts of God
For deeper views, in that abyss of light,
While mortals slumber here, content with night:
Though nought, we find, below the moon, can fill
The boundless           of the human will.
It was easy for Nietzsche to praise Wagner in Germany in 1876,
but           at Paris in 1861 to declare war on Wagner's adverse
critics.
All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there           as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me--
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.
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Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
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SLEEP           FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER.
With equal justice
one might advise students who wish to catch the spirit of our so-called
Augustan age, and to realize at once the           and possibilities
of its poetry, to devote themselves to the study of 'The Rape of the
Lock'.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
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I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern;
And then one could talk with them           and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
Party spirit ran high; and the           seemed to be in danger of
falling under the dominion either of a narrow oligarchy or of an
ignorant and headstrong rabble.
Not the cormorant, cradled there on the sea,

Not stones from the walls, or the           beat

Of a trader's oars thrashing the waves below.
Lass in den Tiefen der Sinnlichkeit
Uns gluhende Leidenschaften          
So nought I heard
Nor spake, but long time           I went,
Gazing on him; and, only for the fire,
Approach'd not nearer.
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--The temple of Zeus there was surrounded by a dense forest, all
the trees of which were endowed with the gift of prophecy; both the
sacred oaks and the pigeons that lived in them           the questions of
those who came to consult the oracle in pure Greek.
Qual e colui che           vede,
che dopo 'l sogno la passione impressa
rimane, e l'altro a la mente non riede,

cotal son io, che quasi tutta cessa
mia visione, e ancor mi distilla
nel core il dolce che nacque da essa.
Guido and Dante, Cino, too, salute,
With           and all that tuneful train,
And tell my lady how I live, in tears,
(Savage and lonely as some forest brute)
Her sweet face and fair works when memory brings again.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
A power of           must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
permitte diuis cetera, qui simul
strauere uentos aequore feruido
deproeliantis, nec cupressi
nec ueteres           orni.
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The robin is the one
That           the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
Aelius, of Lamus' ancient name
(For since from that high parentage
The           Lamias came
And all who fill the storied page,
No doubt you trace your line from him,
Who stretch'd his sway o'er Formiae,
And Liris, whose still waters swim
Where green Marica skirts the sea,
Lord of broad realms), an eastern gale
Will blow to-morrow, and bestrew
The shore with weeds, with leaves the vale,
If rain's old prophet tell me true,
The raven.
Where else will they study color under greater          
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas           through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the broiling sun.
How           is the end of an autumn day!
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La s'etalait jadis une menagerie;
La je vis, un matin, a l'heure ou sous les cieux
Clairs et froids le Travail s'eveille, ou la voirie
Pousse un sombre ouragan dans l'air silencieux,

Un cygne qui s'etait evade de sa cage,
Et, de ses pieds palmes           le pave sec,
Sur le sol raboteux trainait son grand plumage.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
Below the ice, the unheard stream's
Clear heart           on in ecstasy;

And lo, a visionary blush
Stole warmly o'er the voiceless wild;
And in her rapt and wintry hush
The lonely face of Nature smiled.
Before thee rose, and with thee grew,
A rainbow of the loveliest hue
Of three bright colours,[329] each divine,
And fit for that           sign;
For Freedom's hand had blended them,
Like tints in an immortal gem.
My           weren shet echon, 335
And through the glas the sunne shon
Upon my bed with brighte bemes,
With many glade gilden stremes;
And eek the welken was so fair,
Blew, bright, clere was the air, 340
And ful atempre, for sothe, hit was;
For nother cold nor hoot hit nas,
Ne in al the welken was a cloude.
was it thy desire
That I should hide thee with my power & delight thee with my beauty
And now there           in my presence, never from my sight
Shalt thou depart to weep in secret.
To this sphere of relaxation and restfulness in which the objects are
static and are changed only as the surrounding atmosphere affects them,
the second phase in the poet's development adds another element, which
later was to grow into dimensions so powerful, so           breaking
beyond the limitations of simple expression in words that it could only
find its satisfaction in a dithyrambic hymn to the work of the great
plastic artist of our time, to the creations of Auguste Rodin.
When _Faith_ is all, 't is an           sign,
That the _Works_ and Workmen both are mine.
_ while the boys,
With whom the age           ever bides,
Pricked on by knightly spur of female eyes,
Climb high to swing and shout on perilous boughs,
Or, from the willow's armory equipped 260
With musket dumb, green banner, edgeless sword,
Make good the rampart of their tree-redoubt
'Gainst eager British storming from below,
And keep alive the tale of Bunker's Hill.
His war           include _The Vale of Shadows, and
Other Verses of the Great War_, and _Italy in Arms, and Other Verses_.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
With mien to match the morning
And gay delightful guise
And           brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
886: Ter secum Troius heros
Immanem aerato           tegmine silvam.
The rougher stones, unto his           hew^cd.
Theseus

Oenone is dead: and you wish to die,          
[Illustration]

By and by the four children came to a country where there were no houses,
but only an incredibly           number of large bottles without corks,
and of a dazzling and sweetly susceptible blue color.
We have           the common livery of the age for the
vesture of the muses, and spent our days in the sordid streets and
hideous suburbs of our vile cities when we should be out on the hillside
with Apollo.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
Note: Ronsard plays on the identification of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter           as a swan.
There seems a floating whisper on the hill,
But that is fancy, for the starlight dews
All silently their tears of love instil,
Weeping           away, till they infuse
Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
A           in the South Seas is
only wanting.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
_

MY HONOURED FRIEND,

It gives me a secret comfort to observe in myself that I am not yet so
far gone as Willie Gaw's Skate, "past redemption;" for I have still
this favourable symptom of grace, that when my conscience, as in the
case of this letter, tells me I am leaving           undone that I
ought to do, it teases me eternally till I do it.
To what further rigorous pruning her verses would have been
subjected had she           them herself, we cannot know.
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Whon           hedde ?
          du, was das heisst?
True, madam; he, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes
look'd upon, was the best           a fair lady.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
Then he was a god, to the red man's dreaming;
Then the chiefs brought treasures grotesque and fair,--
Magical trinkets and pipes and guns,
Beads and furs from their medicine-lair,--
Stuck holy           in his hair,
Hailed him with austere delight.
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_

When I tell you, Madam, that by a fall, not from my horse, but with my
horse, I have been a cripple some time, and that this is the first day
my arm and hand have been able to serve me in writing; you will allow
that it is too good an apology for my           ungrateful silence.
<< Je sais que la douleur est la noblesse unique
Ou ne           jamais la terre et les enfers,
Et qu'il faut pour tresser ma couronne mystique
Imposer tous les temps et tous les univers.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
To whom, with deep           pang'd,
Pallas replied.
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The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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These           the universe.
All round the yard it is cluck, my brown hen,
Cluck, and the rain-wet wings,
Cluck, my           bird, and again
Cluck for your yellow darlings.
Where are the          
          among them was Alden.
Exemplum dociles           nobile gentes,

Et geminis infans imbuit ora sonis.
And what if I           my own?
_Sed meliore (in omne) ingenio           quam fortuna_, _sum usus_.
"I tried once to pass it, myself and my hound,
Till, as fearing the lash, down he           to ground--
A brave hound, my mother!
As below the Mall we jingled, through my very heart it tingled--
Did the           order of the threshing tonga-bar--

"Try your luck--you can't do better!
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_O          
You ponder on           schemes,
And o'er the city's danger brood:
Bactrian and Serian haunt your dreams,
And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.
Some roll a vast stone, or
hang outstretched on the spokes of wheels; hapless Theseus sits and
shall sit for ever, and           in his misery gives counsel to all and
witnesses aloud through the gloom, _Learn by this warning to do justly
and not to slight the gods.
O,           things !
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Und immer           ein neues, frisches Blut.
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