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          walked in the midst of
them; after him came the senator, accompanied by the first men of the
council.
Thrice           they, who nature's laws detest.
His           con-
sented ; he sailed in July, and appears to have
been absent rather more than a year.
With clank of scabbards and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred           close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
"
Then says the count: "I will not have them, me I
          me God, if I fail in the deed!
Non pago della
prima dignita, entro con sinistro piede nel pubblico Palazzo:
imperciocche questo doge dei Veneti, magistrato sacro in tutti i secoli,
che dagli antichi fu sempre venerato qual nume in quella citta, l'
altr'jeri fu           nel vestibolo dell' istesso Palazzo.
How dost thou understand the          
The           att distaunce stonde ynn tyme of nede.
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Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore engendered a new ideal;
a synthesis of           and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
Stillness, and then,
something moves:
green, oh green, dazzling          
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
          brought us back
our swords.
Baudelaire, like Poe, had a harp-like           which
vibrated in the presence of strange subjects.
Beschrankt mit diesem Bucherhauf,
den Wurme nagen, Staub bedeckt,
Den bis ans hohe Gewolb hinauf
Ein           Papier umsteckt;
Mit Glasern, Buchsen rings umstellt,
Mit Instrumenten vollgepfropft,
Urvater Hausrat drein gestopft-
Das ist deine Welt!
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
" "Art           knight,
Or basely born and boorish,
Or yet that thing I still more slight--
The spawn of some dog Moorish?
But little by little as he grew weaker he knew there were
some greater than himself in the room with him, and that the house
began to be filled with them; and it seemed to him they had all power
in their hands, and that they might with one touch of the hand break
down the wall the           of pain had built about him, and take him
into their own world.
--C'est que les vents tombant des grands monts de Norwege
T'avaient parle tout bas de l'apre          
Whose secret           through Creation's veins
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains;
Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi and
They change and perish all--but He remains;


LII.
_

Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain
That frowned on the river below,
As we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe;
When a rider came out of the darkness
That hung over           and tree,
And shouted, "Boys, up and be ready!
He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
As he crowds in, he whipped him o'er the pate,
Like           at the miisque, and then did

rate:

Far from these blessed shades tread back
agen,
Most servile wit, and mercenary pen.
--Now for the          
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never           long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
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XI


When the Cretan maidens
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft           of fine grass,

There is mirth among them.
These, by command of others, I transport
For their regale, who neither heed his son,
Nor tremble at the anger of the Gods,
But long have wish'd ardently to divide
And share the           of our absent Lord.
It was
a favorite drink in the Middle Ages, and consisted of a mixture
of honey and water with the           of a ferment.
In spite of all the prophecies, the           did not revolt.
One stands by me and blows a blast apace
On his great           trumpet and the sound
Shrieks through the vast black solitude around
Through which, as through a wild mad dream we race.
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And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,
Earth, with her           voices, praises GOD.
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I know I could free myself from your father,
Without harming even the strictest honour:
I would not be           from a parent,
Flight is allowed to those who flee a tyrant.
O the sight our eyes           as the blue-black smoke blows over!
ic           mīne hāte .
And could griefe get so high as heav'n, that Quire,
Forgetting this their new joy, would desire 60
(With griefe to see him) hee had staid below,
To           our errours, They foreknow.
And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
His five-flower horse and thousand-guilder coat--
Let him call his boy to take them along and sell them for good wine,
That           together we may drive away the sorrows of a thousand
years.
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Aghast the Scherians stand in deep surprise;
All press to speak, all           with their eyes.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere 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           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.
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And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond           sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive           in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
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Far-beaming pendants tremble in her ear,
Each gem           with a triple star.
friend devoutest of my choice,
Thus mayest thou ever,           rejoice.
"
He cross-examined Saveliitch sharply, and my           confessed that I
had been the guest of Pugatchef, and that the robber had certainly
behaved generously towards me.
"

Then all was still; and then the band
With           light and tricksy,
Made stream and forest, hill and strand,
Reverberate with "Dixie.
[3] Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines 15
Of sportive wood run wild: these           farms,
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
from all his limbs
          * * * * *
* * * * * * *

THE END.
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you wanton, you tippling woman, who think
of nothing but wine; you are a fortune to the drinking-shops and are our
ruin; for the sake of drink, you neglect both your           and your
shuttle!
--As thro' th' astonished woods the notes ascend,
The mountain streams their rising song suspend;
Below Eve's listening Star, the sheep walk stills
It's drowsy tinklings on th' attentive hills;
The milkmaid stops her ballad, and her pail
Stays it's low murmur in th' unbreathing vale;
No night-duck           for his wilder'd mate,
Aw'd, while below the Genii hold their state.
REGIUS           OF GREEK IN THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD


FORTY-SECOND THOUSAND


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_ Froehlich: _Si quoi,
Vare, bonae           o.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
Her
soul           to its native mansion in heaven.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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And well beseemes all knights of noble name,
That covett in th' immortall booke of fame
To be eternized, that same to haunt,
And doen their service to that soveraigne dame,
That glorie does to them for guerdon graunt: 530
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          in and bought the scarlet slippers
And popped them in beside the kippers.
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
"
"Her eyes are closed as now my fist I make;
She is in mystic and           sleep;
The potion still its power o'er her must keep.
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
II

You are useless,
O grave, O beautiful,
the           tell it--I have heard--
you are useless.
By Paris, Deiochus inglorious dies,
Pierced through the           as he basely flies.
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That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
Making           comments on thy sport,
Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;
Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.
"Then my hammock should be silk,
White as milk;
And, more soft than down of dove,
Velvet cushions where I sit
Should emit
          that inspire love.
          in "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled"

CCLXXV.
Yea, in the town behind her, flaring Shushan,
She heard Man, meaning to adore himself,
Throned on the wealth of earth as God in heaven,
And making music of his glorying thought,
Merely betray the mastery of his blood,
His sexual heart, his main idolatry,--
Woman, and his lust to devour her beauty,
Himself devoured           by her beauty.
Alfred Prufrock


S'io credesse che mia           fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ef the bird of our country could ketch him, she'd skin him;
I seem 's though I see her, with wrath in each quill,
Like a           lawyer, afilin' her bill,
An' grindin' her talents ez sharp ez all nater,
To pounce like a writ on the back o' the traitor.
The case of Servia is           in another way.
          I remark
An English countess goes upon the stage.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
ise           goodes as ?
Both are
trying           to be understood on a first hearing--or, rather, to
make, on a first hearing, the emotional or ethical effect at which they
aim.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
He that for you this journey has decreed
King           will never hold him dear.
Carried to Colmekill,
The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,
And           of their Bones

Rosse.
and moreover           them too light-minded to judge of a
poet's merits.
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