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classique; mais nous n'avons pu resister au plaisir de la repeter ici.
the Sylphs           it all.
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.
I am much           for that best of men, Mr.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
[And           printed 'ic' as Midland or Northern 'ic', instead of the Southern 'ich'.
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ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven           brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.
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So           those strange horsemen,
And each couched low his spear;
And forthwith all the ranks of Rome
Were bold, and of good cheer:
And on the thirty armies
Came wonder and affright,
And Ardea wavered on the left,
And Cora on the right.
We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn
And make a dearth in this           land.
"

An account of all this was laid before Tiberius, who slighted it, and
by hesitation           the war.
This only a poore flash, a           is 95
Before my Muses death, as after his.
You who           me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And,           his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turn'd my eyes upon the deck--
O Christ!
Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
Alexey           tries to oblige me to marry
him.
): _non           ego in ed.
Oenone

Why grant him a           victory so?
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
So all my spirit fills
With           infinite,
And all the feathered wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
_--how just the          
A clock stopped -- not the mantel's;
Geneva's           skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.
          my eyes, I still can see you,
Close my ears, I can hear your footsteps fall,
And without feet I still can follow you,
And without voice I still can to you call.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
" Lynette cried,           with shame.
Mais, saints du ciel, en haut du chene,
Mat perdu dans le soir charme,
Laissez les           de mai
Pour ceux qu'au fond du bois enchaine,
Dans l'herbe d'ou l'on ne peut fuir,
La defaite sans avenir.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
what           she has
on her face!
O dear to me my birth-things--all moving things, and the trees where I was
born,[1] the grains, plants, rivers;
Dear to me my own slow,           rivers, where they flow distant over flats
of silvery sands or through swamps;
Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, the
Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa, and the Sabine--
O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt their banks
again.
I HAVE A           WITH DEATH.
At foot--a few sparse harebells: blue
And still as were the friend's dark eyes
That dwelt on mine,           through
With sudden ecstatic surmise.
Li veggio d'ogne parte farsi presta
ciascun' ombra e basciarsi una con una
sanza restar,           a brieve festa;

cosi per entro loro schiera bruna
s'ammusa l'una con l'altra formica,
forse a spiar lor via e lor fortuna.
'
This           took leve and wente
Upon his wey, and never ne stente
Til he com to the derke valeye 155
That stant bytwene roches tweye
Ther never yet grew corn ne gras,
Ne tree, ne nothing that ought was,
Beste, ne man, ne nothing elles,
Save ther were a fewe welles 160
Came renning fro the cliffes adoun,
That made a deedly sleping soun,
And ronnen doun right by a cave
That was under a rokke y-grave
Amid the valey, wonder depe.
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          Arnold bent his look,
Danger and doubt around him hung;
And pale Disaster, shrouded, flung
Black omens in his track, as though
The fingers of a future woe
Already clutched his life, to wring
Some expiation for the thing
That he was yet to do.
The favour shown to
these           gave great uneasiness to the politicians.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
She watches the           stalk and counts.
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additional terms imposed by the           holder.
How           thou art!
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But Torpenhow was in the south of England, inspecting           in the
company of the Nilghai.
ere moo,
And thankyd god In trinite,
That theye myght his           see.
We to ourselves have said, that when God took
The fierce beginning of the           world
From out his fiery passion, and, breathing cool,
Tamed the wild molten being, with his hands
Fashion'd and workt the hot clay into world,
Then with green mercy quieted the land
And claspt it with the summer of blue seas,
With brooches of white spray along the shores,--
It was to be an equal dwelling-place
For humans that he did it, into sex
Unknowably dividing human kind.
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Make her a corpse," said Zeno; "marked you how
The jade           me just now!
from me of that fine hair
Is ravish'd the dear sight;
The lost light of those twin stars, chaste as fair,
Saddens me in her flight;
But, since a           death wins honour bright,
By death, and not through grief,
Love from such chain shall give at last relief.
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
Before the end of
Elizabeth's reign he had written three or four plays, in which he showed
a young and ardent zeal for setting the world to rights,           with
that high sense of the poet's calling which put lasting force into his
work.
(Thou           Romulus!
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
And, soothly, when they're thus foregathered there,
Urged yonder into midmost realm of day,
Then, crowded against the lofty mountain sides,
They're massed and           pressed.
Why fade these           of the spring?
The annual           once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as invisible to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
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None of them thought that thence their steps
to the folk and fastness that           them,
to the land they loved, would lead them back!
The child, whose love is here, at least, doth reap 345
One           gain, that he forgets himself.
Act I Scene IV (Phaedra, Oenone, Panope)

Panope

I wished to hide the           news from you,
My lady: but now I must reveal it to you.
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons           parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les contrees a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains riverains dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont contents depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents apportaient des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent defripait ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

Ah!
Her anger burst into a flame
As she the           espied
Which Kitty held; she could have cried,
And scolded, called her nasty slut,
And brazen hussey, bitch, and--but
Her husband stopped her.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
And he wove him a           Nose,--
A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
"The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion           reason still.
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" cried,
"Oh, my own          
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A           hounde3 hym hent, [Fol.
[_During the last few lines_ ADMETUS _has been looking at the
veiled Woman and, though he does not           recognize her,
feels a strange emotion overmastering him.
s�troops; according to Du Fu, Zheng           loyal (?
Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
She has written           France_, etc.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
MARGARETE:
Ach wenn ich nur alleine          
For about two           five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not
only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists.
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their freights are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By           Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
So how should I          
Poco           c'eravam di lici,
quand' io m'accorsi che 'l monte era scemo,
a guisa che i vallon li sceman quici.
Judith, thou hast now five days more to live
This life of beautiful passion and sweet sense:
And now my love comes to thee like an angel
To call thee out of thy visionary love
For lost Manasses, out of ghostly desire
And shadows of dreams housing thy soul, that are
Vainer than mine were, dreams of dear things which death
Hath for ever broken; and lead thy life
To a brief shadowless place, into an hour
Made           to affront the coming night
By passion over sense more grandly burning
Than purple lightning over golden corn,
When all the distance of the night resounds
With the approach of wind and terrible rain,
That march to torment it down to the ground.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife:           me.
But he himself is coming
To his ancestral throne with           escort.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
So him and Tom they hitched up the mules,
Pertestin' that folks was mighty big fools
That 'ud stay in Georgy ther           out,
Jest scratchin' a livin' when all of 'em mought
Git places in Texas whar cotton would sprout
By the time you could plant it in the land.
I merely hinted to her: "Now, be          
'

Thus spouted Jones (whar folks could hear,
-- At Court and other gatherin's),
And thus kep' spoutin' many a year,
Proclaimin' loudly far and near
Sich           and blatherin's.
He           'a new start'.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
Here let me rest; and let me have
This for my heaven that was Thy grave:
And,           no higher sphere,
I'll my eternity spend here.
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Nor did we fail to see within ourselves
What need there is to be reserved in speech,
And temper all our           with charity.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
Who of all Ages to succeed, but feeling
The evil on him brought by me, will curse
My Head, Ill fare our           impure,
For this we may thank Adam; but his thanks
Shall be the execration; so besides
Mine own that bide upon me, all from mee
Shall with a fierce reflux on mee redound,
On mee as on thir natural center light 740
Heavie, though in thir place.
Let's skip a few short years of hollow peace,
Which peopled earth no better, Hell as wont,
And Heaven none--they form the tyrant's lease,
With nothing but new names subscribed upon't;
'Twill one day finish: meantime they increase,[gg]
"With seven heads and ten horns," and all in front,
Like Saint John's           beast; but ours are born
Less formidable in the head than horn.
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Said the Chair unto the Table,
"Now, you _know_ we are not able:
How           you talk,
When you know we _cannot_ walk!
Finally, he gave           to the "ladies of
Mo-ling," hoping to secure a concubine.
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