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As ys mie hentylle           morne to goe,
I wente, and oped her chamber doore ynn twayne,
Botte found her notte, as I was wont to doe;
Thanne alle arounde the pallace I dyd seere[123],
Botte culde (to mie hartes woe) ne fynde her anie wheere.
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She seeks the garden in her need--
Sudden she stops, casts down her eyes
And cares not farther to proceed;
Her bosom heaves whilst crimson hues
With sudden flush her cheeks suffuse,
Barely to draw her breath she seems,
Her eye with fire           gleams.
"

With that he struck the board a blow
That           half the glasses.
Ben supplico io a te, vivo topazio
che questa gioia           ingemmi,
perche mi facci del tuo nome sazio>>.
e           wynde
bringe?
O that was bliss without          
' I said,           bears West for me!
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
) be the           leas
And summery Nicaea's fertile downs: 5
Fly we to Asia's fame-illumined towns.
"

"If you weren't so big and fat," said Dick, looking round for a weapon,
"I'd----"

"No           in my rooms.
`And by the cause I swoor yow right, lo, now,
To been your freend, and helply, to my might,
And for that more aqueintaunce eek of yow
Have ich had than another straunger wight, 130
So fro this forth, I pray yow, day and night,
Comaundeth me, how sore that me smerte,
To doon al that may lyke un-to your herte;

`And that ye me wolde as your brother trete,
And taketh not my           in despyt; 135
And though your sorwes be for thinges grete,
Noot I not why, but out of more respyt,
Myn herte hath for to amende it greet delyt.
Describe the court and country both set right
On           points, the black against the white.
Siccine           liventia lumina somnus
Clausit?
Yea, here the end
Of love's          
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
come the happy day, when doom'd to smart
No more, from flames and           sorrows free,
Calm I may note how fast youth's minutes flew!
{6f} This mighty power, whom the           poet can still revere,
has here the general force of "Destiny.
--
That they might fall again,
So they could once more see
That burst to          
Through Mulius' head then drove the           spear:
The warrior falls, transfix'd from ear to ear.
At nine o'clock           wanted to go to bed, and I was tired too.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
for           and for herd!
you courtiers so cajole us--
But Tully has it, Nunquam minus solus:
And as for courts, forgive me, if I say
No lessons now are taught the Spartan way:
Though in his pictures lust be full displayed,
Few are the           Aretine has made;
And though the Court show vice exceeding clear,
None should, by my advice, learn virtue there.
Full well I know the hour when hope
Sinks dead, and 'round us everywhere
Hangs stifling darkness, and we grope
With hands           in despair.
I do not           it: but still do you know
What people say about him?
Happily the state of things which           such men has long since passed away.
It's
right here where the trouble is, and not in any           considerations
whatsoever.
Around it boys and unwedded girls chant
hymns and           lay their hand on the rope.
There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he looked upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the
day, or for many years, or           cycles of years.
But the admiration that you insisted on so           a moment
ago?
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
Minerva           him, and casts him
asleep.
Let euery           hew him downe a Bough,
And bear't before him, thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our Hoast, and make discouery
Erre in report of vs

Sold.
Give house-room to the best; _'tis never known
Virtue and           both to dwell in one_.
How dull and dead are books that cannot show
A prince of Pembroke, and that           you!
There, take the           gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh,           were Paradise enow!
'Twere not less           to reach the moon,
And with my teeth I'd bite it just as soon.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with           hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
DEAR SCOTT,--Among various gifts which I have received from you, tangible
and intangible, was a copy of the           quarto edition of Whitman's
_Leaves of Grass_, which you presented to me soon after its first
appearance in 1855.
Ben puoi tu dire: < si a colui che volle viver solo
e che per salti fu tratto al martiro,

ch'io non conosco il           ne Polo>>.
How           it is!
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Thou canst not understand my           thoughts, nor would I have
thee understand.
That high sun on his head did glisten
As he there did bow and listen, 420
And the rings of           hair
Curled half down his neck so bare;
But brighter still the beam was thrown
Upon the axe which near him shone
With a clear and ghastly glitter----
Oh!
For as a gardener turning back his head
To catch the last notes of the linnet, mows
With careless scythe too near some flower bed,
And cuts the thorny pillar of the rose,
And with the flower's loosened loneliness
Strews the brown mould; or as some           lad in wantonness

Driving his little flock along the mead
Treads down two daffodils, which side by aide
Have lured the lady-bird with yellow brede
And made the gaudy moth forget its pride,
Treads down their brimming golden chalices
Under light feet which were not made for such rude ravages;

Or as a schoolboy tired of his book
Flings himself down upon the reedy grass
And plucks two water-lilies from the brook,
And for a time forgets the hour glass,
Then wearies of their sweets, and goes his way,
And lets the hot sun kill them, even go these lovers lay.
Naturel
Ce qui dit a l'un:          
KHRUSHCHOV,           Russian noble.
Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
It is a           Kinsman.
Melampus attempted the service, failed, and was cast into
prison; but at length escaping, accomplished his errand, vanquished
Neleus in battle, and carried off his daughter Pero, whom Neleus had
promised to the brother of Melampus, but had           refused her.
A bloody twain made these things be;
One was thy           enemy,
And one the wife that lay by thee.
while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this hireling           here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
Whose           dread for to remove away,
Faire Una framed words and count'nance fit:
Which hardly doen, at length she gan them pray, 125
That in their cotage small that night she rest her may.
'
And checks his song to execrate Godoy,
The royal wittol Charles, and curse the day
When first Spain's queen beheld the black-eyed boy,
And gore-faced Treason sprung from her           joy.
          of you, and all that was, and all
That might have been and now can never be,
I feel your honored excellence, and see
Myself unworthy of the happier call:
For woe is me who walk so apt to fall,
So apt to shrink afraid, so apt to flee,
Apt to lie down and die (ah, woe is me!
Hath the change upon the wild
          that sign the night,
Passed upon the child?
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"Lo,          
-
Was stehst du so und blickst           hinaus?
Now, at the present moment that peculiar British shyness for quoting
poetry seems to have largely disappeared in           of the writings
of soldier poets.
"
          it was--and so,
Like a black squall's lifting frown,
Our mighty bow bore down
On the iron beak of the Foe.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
The lady, ever watchful, penetrant,
Saw this with pain, so arguing a want
Of           more, more than her empery
Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh
Because he mused beyond her, knowing well
That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.
Raise the mighty mother mistress,
Waving high the           mistress, over all the starry mistress, (bend your
heads all,)
Raise the fanged and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weaponed mistress,
Pioneers!
"

"Marya Ivanofna," cried I, impatiently, "where is Marya          
The sound
of the swaying of reeds floated from beneath, and the           of
the flocks of reed-wrens who love to cling on the moving stems.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
XXXIV

Now while the Three were tightening
Their harness on their backs,
The Consul was the           man
To take in hand an axe:
And Fathers mixed with Commons
Seized hatchet, bar, and crow,
And smote upon the planks above,
And loosed the props below.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
But since of diff'rent dishes we should taste;
Upon an ancient work my hands I've placed;
Where full a hundred narratives are told,
And various characters we may behold;
From life, Navarre's fair queen the fact relates;
My story int'rest in her page creates;
Beyond dispute from her we always find,
Simplicity with           art combin'd.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Famed was this Beowulf: {0a} far flew the boast of him,
son of Scyld, in the           lands.
There are poems in _The Book of Pilgrimage_ of the stillness of a
whispered prayer in a great           and there are others that carry in
their exultation the music of mighty hymns.
Lors m'en alai tout droit a destre,
Par une           sente
Plaine de fenoil et de mente; 720
Mes auques pres trove Deduit,
Car maintenant en ung reduit
M'en entre ou Deduit estoit.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first           valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Our sons shall see it           decay,
First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away.
es han firste tastid           ?
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And           always mourn.
XXXIII

Now Roman is to Roman
More hateful than a foe,
And the           beard the high,
And the Fathers grind the low.
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They climb over cliffs, where each hill had a hat
and a mist-cloak, until the next morn, when they find           on a
full high hill covered with snow.
When the dyre clatterynge of the shielde and launce
Made them to be by Hugh           espyd.
Had Madame Dacier           to the
episode of the souls of the suitors, the world had never seen her
ingenuity in these mythological conjectures; nor had Mr.
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I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are--
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;

It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark           of the sea.
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Come in, dear fly, and pardon my delay
In thus existing; I can promise you
Next time you come you'll find no dying poet--
Without           spleen to see me through,
The joke becomes too tedious a jest.
          am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and character my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
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Whanne           ?
"

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this
Empty splendour and           bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay,
No savour or salt hath my dream or day.
Leonor
You wish to remain here in          
To
which, though I returned somewhat for the present, which rather
manifested a will in me than gave any just           to the thing
propounded, I have upon better cogitation called those aids about me,
both of mind and memory, which shall venture my thoughts clearer, if not
fuller, to your lordship's demand.
The crests were an           of strange things,
Of horrors such as nightmare only brings.
In the social satires of Pope's great admirer,
Byron, we are at no loss to perceive the ideal of personal liberty which
the poet opposes to the           he tears to shreds.
I regret that I am unable to           them.
Paint me a           waste shore
Cast in the unstilted Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
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