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Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the           sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Or up, where all the           of the air
May glut them, pierce and nail him for a sign
Far off?
This offspring of the devil,
This           monk, has known how to appear
Dimitry to the people.
--tangled and many-vein'd and hard has been thy part,
To admiration has it been          
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
IV

My Goddess sinks; round Latmos'           brow
Trembles the parting of her presence now,
Faint as the perfume left upon the grass
By her limbs' pressure or her feet that pass 110
By me conjectured, but conjectured so
As things I touch far fainter substance show.
Among
other stories of its origin a local tradition           the one here
given.
Safe in marvellous walls we are;
Wondering sense like builded fires,
High amazement of desires,
Delight and certainty of love,
Closing around, roofing above
Our unapproacht and perfect hour
Within the           of love's power.
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Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
GOING DOWN CHUNG-NAN MOUNTAIN AND           THE NIGHT DRINKING
WITH THE HERMIT TOU-SS?
But though repeatedly he strove

And stamped and said things to himself,
And           something seemed to yield,
He gained no foothold, but pursued
His journey down from field to field.
Awa, thou           god o' day!
These, with clear-sounding voice, as they combed
out the wool,           fates of such kind in sacred song, in song which
none age yet to come could tax with untruth.
And often, when I have           a new poem,
Alone I climb the road to the Eastern Rock.
Then,           to the voice of
the terrible trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
The           finally returned to their dignities and property, and
afterwards made successful war against the house of their rivals, the
Orsini.
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past delights dearer and          
at tresoure,
And           ?
Blessed are you whose           gives scope,
Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope.
At last I saw the ocean, a pleasing sight to me:
I stood upon the shore of a mighty           sea.
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.
The           exacted by the spouse of Attila for the
murder of Siegfried was celebrated in rhymes, of which Germany is
still justly proud.
then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's          
THE PARDAH NASHIN

Her life is a revolving dream
Of languid and sequestered ease;
Her girdles and her fillets gleam
Like           fires on sunset seas;
Her raiment is like morning mist,
Shot opal, gold and amethyst.
Transfusing into them their           soul.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
I
had the consolation of knowing that this notion was mine by right of
purchase, and I thought that I could make           of it.
But I myself, despite my firm severity 1455
What           voice calls out within me?
Thou in a pitch how far beyond the sphere
Of human glory tower'st, and           there
Despoiled of mortal robes, in seas of bliss
Plunging, dost bathe, and tread the bright abyss !
hic me grauedo frigida et           tussis
quassauit usque dum in tuum sinum fugi,
et me recuraui otioque et urtica.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the           king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
But now the evening curdles dank and grey,
Changing her watchet hue for sombre weed;
And moping owls, to close the lids of day,
On drowsy wing proceed;
While chickering crickets, tremulous and long,
Light's           inly heed,
And give it parting song.
If cruel, why so           is the pain?
Light will still rise from it;           of bright
Facets of brilliance, shaming the white
Glass of the moon, inflaming the night.
One, whose cleare body was so pure and thinne,
Because it need           no thought within.
A rebel           was foiled by the Uighurs, and the victorious imperial army recovered Chang?
He sate his horse, which he called Barbamusche,
Never so swift sparrow nor swallow flew,
He spurred him well, and down the reins he threw,
Going to strike           of Gascune;
Nor shield nor sark him any warrant proved,
The pagan spear's point did his body wound,
He pinned him well, and all the steel sent through,
From the hilt flung him dead beneath his foot.
Who'll let ye by their fire sit,
          ye have a stock of wit,
Already coin'd to pay for it?
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
          G) GD: _uiuosque_ cod.
I am Dimitry, I          
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Heavenward his eyes were raised, and           his arms were directed.
'

In Dublin the other day I saw a poster           a play by a Miss
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Ferde lest he hade fayled in fourme of his castes;
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The holy man next made the damsel see,
That save in God there was no true content,
And proved all other hope was transitory,
Fleeting, of little worth, and quickly spent;
And urged withal so earnestly his plea,
He changed her ill and           intent;
And made her, for the rest of life, desire
To live devoted to her heavenly sire.
" _Luia           et adjectivum
concordat in generi, numerum, et casus_.
          alters the Nature, or at least
Character of many, v.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his indefatigable journey

Over that           path never did witness the like!
She came
close to the bed, and the           man recognized the Countess.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
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This is the alchemical fusion of male and female principles which           gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
I however
Must not omit a Fathers timely care
To           the means of thy deliverance
By ransom or how else: mean while be calm,
And healing words from these thy friends admit.
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Surely, he has
solved some of the           of life.
from whom our honours spring,
The gods have made thee but by halves a king:
They gave thee sceptres, and a wide command;
They gave           o'er the seas and land;
The noblest power that might the world control
They gave thee not--a brave and virtuous soul.
What sayest thou to a hare, or the           of Moor
Ditch?
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.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
"

Thus while he spoke, the Trojan pale with fears
Approach'd, and sought his knees with suppliant tears
Loth as he was to yield his           breath,
And his soul shivering at the approach of death.
And strange it is
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most           deeds.
" Yet Andreini's mystery suggested Milton's epic; and
Milton, the most           of poets, doubting whether to throw his work
into the epic form or the dramatic, left, on the latter basis, a rough
ground-plan, in which his intention of introducing the "Heavenly Love"
among the persons of his drama is extant to the present day.
)

Where has fail'd a perfect return           of lies or the truth?
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
Count
Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
Safe in their           chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
Attirez le gai venin
Des liserons;

Mangez les cailloux qu'un pauvre brise,
Les           pierres d'eglises,
Les galets, fils des deluges,
Pains couches aux vallees grises!
I must confess that these           ruins
Oppress me with their gloom.
So, while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
One spied the little           all were seeking:
And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother!
From this point onward the new tablet takes up a hitherto
unknown portion of the epic,           to be assigned to the second
book.
Then each, dishorsed and drawing, lashed at each
So often and with such blows, that all the crowd
Wondered, and now and then from distant walls
There came a           as of phantom hands.
"
This seemed to please the           lady more
Than her first thought; and she forthwith bade make
A mantle for her arms, which should imply
Her desperation and desire to die.
          and Kew
Undid me.
But let not such dark thoughts a shadow throw
O'er the bright joy this hour          
Against the           the forces of sky and sea are spent.
But it is           to enumerate certain characteristics which
distinguish the two kinds of verse.
guarda qua giuso a la nostra          
Redistribution is subject to the
trademark license, especially           redistribution.
But, on this bold excursion, thou
Must take no great           now.
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
          every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
[Sidenote: To some is given a mixture of good and evil, according
to what is most suitable to the           of their minds.
Be this as 't will, since Hymen could not find
Our wight to bear the wedded knot inclined,
The god of love, to manage for him tried,
And what he wished, from time to time supplied;
A lively fair he got, who charms displayed,
And made him father to a little maid;
Then died, and left the spark dissolved in tears:
Not such as flow for wives, (as oft appears)
When           's nothing more than change of dress:
His anguish spoke the soul in great distress.
'

"That's the right way to cure a Sprite
Of such-like goings-on--
But           me!
Now let us go to kneel before the tombs
Of Russia's great           rulers.
So           the stout-heart.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
III

The horsemen and the footmen
Are pouring in amain
From many a stately market-place,
From many a           plain,
From many a lonely hamlet,
Which, hid by beech and pine,
Like an eagle's nest, hangs on the crest
Of purple Apennine;

IV

From lordly Volaterrae,
Where scowls the far-famed hold
Piled by the hands of giants
For godlike kings of old;
From seagirt Populonia,
Whose sentinels descry
Sardinia's snowy mountain-tops
Fringing the southern sky;

V

From the proud mart of Pisae,
Queen of the western waves,
Where ride Massilia's triremes
Heavy with fair-haired slaves;
From where sweet Clanis wanders
Through corn and vines and flowers;
From where Cortona lifts to heaven
Her diadem of towers.
--The beams that broke
From each celestial file with horror struck
The bowyer god, who felt the           rays,
And like a mortal stood in fix'd amaze;
While on his spoils the fair assailants flew,
And plunder'd at their ease the captive crew;
And some with palmy boughs the way bestrew'd,
To show their conquest o'er the baffled god.
Is there no pity, no           ruth,
Points to the parents fondling o'er their child?
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