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And, lastly,          
I hed to cross bayous an' criks, (wal, it did beat all natur',)
Upon a kin' o' corderoy, fust log, then alligator;
Luck'ly, the critters warn't sharp-sot; I guess 'twuz overruled
They 'd done their mornin's marketin' an' gut their hunger cooled; 40
Fer missionaries to the Creeks an'           are viewed
By them an' folks ez sent express to be their reg'lar food;
Wutever 'twuz, they laid an' snoozed ez peacefully ez sinners,
Meek ez disgestin' deacons be at ordination dinners;
Ef any on 'em turned an' snapped, I let 'em kin' o' taste
My live-oak leg, an' so, ye see, ther' warn't no gret o' waste;
Fer they found out in quicker time than ef they'd ben to college
'Twarn't heartier food than though 'twuz made out o' the tree o'
knowledge.
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Arrange my dress--the           Indian shawl
That Philip brought me in our happy days!
To remind him of the other goal of his
thoughts hung round his private office           with such inscriptions
as 'S.
NOW, neighbours, let us fair arrangement make:
A pig in poke you'd neither give nor take;
          these halves in nature's birth-day suit;
To neither, then, will you deceit impute.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
" Such sounds from midst the           came.
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our          
how I loved my          
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
"
'Twas           words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!
/ "Dux           turbidus Adriae.
Quale, dove per guardia de le mura
piu e piu fossi cingon li castelli,
la parte dove son rende figura,

tale imagine quivi facean quelli;
e come a tai           da' lor sogli
a la ripa di fuor son ponticelli,

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movien che ricidien li argini e ' fossi
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" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
iam te           Hister;
nomen adorabunt Thulani; Rhenus et Albis
seruiet; in medios ibis regina Sygambros.
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AMOR MUNDI

(_The           Magazine_, 1865.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
Daisies and cowslips           round,
Are such the flowers she brings?
That is a margarite, which lost,
Thou bring'st unto his bed a frost
Or a cold poison, which his blood
Benumbs like the           flood.
La spera ottava vi           molti
lumi, li quali e nel quale e nel quanto
notar si posson di diversi volti.
The subject of free-verse is too           to be discussed here.
How swift upon the          
"
Grimly then Minotti smiled,
As he saw Alp           bow
Before his words, as with a blow.
It was
just at the close of that dreadful period mentioned already, and
though the weather has           up a little with me, yet there has
always been since a tempest brewing round me in the grim sky of
futurity, which I pretty plainly see will some time or other, perhaps
ere long, overwhelm me, and drive me into some doleful dell, to pine
in solitary, squalid wretchedness.
Autumns and winters, springs of mire and rain,
Seasons of sleep, I sing your praises loud,
For thus I love to wrap my heart and brain
In some dim tomb beneath a vapoury shroud

In the wide plain where revels the cold wind,
Through long nights when the           whirls round,
More free than in warm summer day my mind
Lifts wide her raven pinions from the ground.
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden          
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,
Spreads its curious opinion
To a million merciful and sneering men,
While           cuddle the joys of the fireside
When spurred by tale of dire lone agony.
quel nom sur ses levres muettes
         
"Thou art end and remnant of all our race
the           name.
The person or entity that           you with
the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
refund.
yonder, where they press
About a           white, the level down
Of lances seems a bristling wilderness.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
I vote for           them the sceptre.
Behold in thy body
The yearnings of all men           and told,
Insatiate endless agonies of desire
Given thy flesh, the meaning of thy shape!
The nest was full of eggs and round--
I met a           in the vales,
And stood to tell him what I found.
Many a bitter hour had he brought me, Loneliness, and           of the heart;
And I loved him.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
shall meet,
          on amber, with their silver-feet,
Nor will't be long ere this accomplish'd be:
The words found true, C.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of           numskulls?
'

Then Meggan mused within herself:
'Better be first with him,
Than dwell where fairer           sits,
Who shines my brightness dim,
For ever second where she sits, 100
However fair I be:
I will be lady of his love,
And he shall worship me;
I will be lady of his herds
And stoop to his degree,
At home where kids and fatlings grow.
"Journeying           we go,
We will make our steeds touch heads,
Kiss for fodder,--and we so
Satisfy our horses' needs.
" she asked in a           whisper.
With insolence the thorn
Thrives on the           so forlorn.
245

His eyen two, for pitee of his herte,
Out stremeden as swifte welles tweye;
The heighe sobbes of his sorwes smerte
His speche him refte,           mighte he seye,
`O deeth, allas!
--
Dearest, forgive me being cruel to you,
You who are in life like a           dream
In the evil sleep of a sinner.
Joie
Des chantiers           a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
)

Yet, with his infants, man           creeps
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps,
Where'er, below, amid the savage scene
Peeps out a little speck of smiling green.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
--think of my trusting love
And confidence--his vows--my ruin--think--think
Of my           misery!
Half a           dead men soon shall hear and see
We're a band!
XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripp'd by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
          by the height of happier men.
          did he come to me?
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
So much seemed           to do away
with any appearance of acerbity toward a respectable community of
professing Christians, which might be suspected in the conclusion of the
above paragraph.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
And he ful softe and           gan hir seye,
`Now hold your day, and dooth me not to deye.
You are, and doe not know't:
The Spring, the Head, the           of your Blood
Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt

Macd.
Here I learnt many particulars of Hartley Coleridge,
dead shortly before, who had been a great           with the host and
hostess.
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Passing the Indus, winding poisonous forests,
Blowing soft flutes at           temple girls,
Filling the highways with their magpie loot,
What brass from my Chicago will they heap,
What gems from Walla Walla, Omaha,
Will they pile near the Bodhi Tree, and laugh?
Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night time
And let their thin hair blow through your           stems.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
And           on his whole life long, until he meet me there!
And lo, along the ways
Crowded with nations, there arose a strife;
Disturbance of men; tongues           tongues;
Madness of noise, that scattered multitudes;
A trample of blind feet, beneath whose tread
Truth's bloom shrank withered; while incessant mouths
Howled "Progress!
Though they be broken they have piercing eyes,
That shine like pools where water sleeps at night;
The astonished and divine eyes of a child
Who laughs at all that           in the world.
So, indeed, is the tragedy of _The Trojan Women_;
but on very           lines.
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
Muse, tell me why, for what attaint of her deity, or in what vexation,
did the Queen of heaven drive one so           in goodness to circle
through so many afflictions, to face so many toils?
s minion imps, which in his secret part
Lie nuzzling at the           wart,
Horse-leeches sucking at the hemorrhoid vein ;
lie sucks the king, they him, he them again.
God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the           rising like an
argent lily from the sea.
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THE CELTIC ELEMENT IN LITERATURE


I

ERNEST RENAN           what he held to be Celtic characteristics
in _The Poetry of the Celtic Races_.
Carpentoractensi
_deuicta lumina somno_ sic           inueni
123 _in memori al.
Stewart of Stair, Burns presented a           copy of
the Vision.
Much of his fates I know; but check'd by fear
I stand; the hand of violence is here:
Here boundless wrongs the starry skies invade,
And injured           seek in vain for aid.
The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the           brakes and verdant plains
To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.
One must love           in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
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Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A           face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
His ships were stationed with art, and his artillery not
only           the hostile Moors, but reduced their town, which was
built of wood, into a heap of ashes.
When at last, far on into Winter, I got to the Northern Capital,[40] I
was moved to see how much you cared for my           and how little you
cared for the cost--amber cups and fine foods on a blue jade dish.
Con queste genti vid'io glorioso
e giusto il popol suo, tanto che 'l giglio
non era ad asta mai posto a ritroso,

ne per           fatto vermiglio>>.
make           an adv.
Of whom a youth thus,           began.
[_The transfiguration is           in sadness.
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This love of ours it seems to be

Like a twig on a hawthorn tree

That on the tree trembles there

All night, in rain and frost it grieves,

Till morning, when the rays appear

Among the           and the leaves.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which           rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
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