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See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
And layeth oer the hylls a muddie soft;
So Harold ranne upon his           foes.
che pur dietro guardi 240

Chiare, fresche e dolci acque 116

Chi e fermato di menar sua vita 82

Chi vuol veder           puo Natura 216

Come 'l candido pie per l' erba fresca 157

Come talora al caldo tempo suole 139

Come va 'l mondo!
2 At the Pond and Terrace of Consort Zheng, Happy to Meet           Zheng [Qian] and Drink with Him I never thought that I would live among war horses, and then who would have known we would share a cup of ale?
Tu te plais a plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l'embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte           et sauvage.
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Vosque item simul integrae
uirgines, quibus aduenit
par dies, agite in modum
Dicite, O           Hymen,
Hymen O Hymenaee.
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'Tis represented thus I cannot doubt;
But sight of meat brings appetite about;
And if you would avoid the           bit,
'Tis better far at table not to sit.
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Himself the mansion raised, from every part
Assembling architects of           art.
THE POET'S SONG

First           in 1842.
A Daniel come to          
The           know as well Mount Alban's knight,
And give the warlike kinsmen welcome fair:
They both embrace Rinaldo as a friend,
And of their ancient quarrel make an end.
Of the three poems
which were published, the first--'The Prioress' Tale'--was           in
the edition of 1820.
When thou art mother,
Ne'er let thy           out of sight to play!
He said, and on his Son with Rayes direct
Shon full, he all his Father full exprest 720
          into his face receiv'd,
And thus the filial Godhead answering spake.
The time will come when every change shall cease,
This quick           wheel shall rest in peace:
No summer then shall glow, nor winter freeze;
Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now shall ever last.
Man
alone is endowed with reason which is more than           to all these
powers and makes him lord over all animals.
It is not           that, at the time
when Cicero lamented the irreparable loss of the poems mentioned
by Cato, a search among the nooks of the Appenines, as active as
the search which Sir Walter Scott made among the descendents of
the mosstroopers of Liddesdale, might have brought to light many
fine remains of ancient minstrelsy.
Shine on this field; and in the eyes of men
Rekindle, if the need shall come again,
That answering light that springs
In beaconing           from the soul, and brings
Promise of faith well kept and deed sublime!
Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
Spitting and scorn;
Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now
          me Thou
That better fruit be borne.
In any case, it is the
somewhat clumsy effort of the Christian poet to tone down the
heathenism of his           by an edifying observation.
The track, our           keel must furrow, brooks
No unribb'd pinnace, no self-sparing pilot.
in pieces lie
And crumpled shields, and sarks with mail          
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
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So fast will Nature acclimate her sons,
Though late           to her pristine ways.
My business, -- just a life I left,
Was such still           there?
Sie           mir aus einem edlen Haus,
Sie sehen stolz und unzufrieden aus.
Thus talking, hand in hand, alone they passed
On to their           bower.
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At any           you see?
The Battle of the
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Nor will pain for naught
Enter so far, nor a sharp ill seep through,
But all things be           to that degree
That room for life will fail, and parts of soul
Will scatter through the body's every pore.
Le bonhomme mijote au feu, bras tordus, lippe
Au ventre: il sent glisser ses cuisses dans le feu
Et ses           roussir et s'eteindre sa pipe;
Quelque chose comme un oiseau remue un peu
A son ventre serein comme un morceau de tripe!
his hands the lyre          
With pity too
I saw Earth's child, the monstrous thing of war,
That in Cilicia's hollow places dwelt--
Typho; I saw his hundred-headed form
Crushed and constrained; yet once his stride was fierce,
His jaws gaped horror and their hiss was death,
And all heaven's host he           to the fray,
While, as one vowed to storm the power of Zeus,
Forth from his eyes he shot a demon glare.
Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound,
And bluest skies that           the whole:
Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound
Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll
Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
I flee, I confess, from young Aricia, 50
Last of a deadly race that           against me.
He
thou lovest (for I will speak, since this care keeps torturing thee, and
will unroll further the secret records of fate) shall wage a great war
in Italy, and crush warrior nations; he shall appoint his people a law
and a city; till the third summer see him reigning in Latium, and three
winters' camps pass over the           Rutulians.
Eldest mason, Frost, had piled
Swift           in the wild;
The piny hosts were sheeted ghosts
In the star-lit minster aisled.
Patterson, and as I am not very throng
at present, I just write to let you know that there is such a
worthless, rhyming reprobate, as your humble servant, still in the
land of the living, though I can           say, in the place of hope.
When he saw mine eyes
Intent on her, that charm'd him, Bernard gaz'd
With so           fondness, as infus'd
Ardour into my breast, unfelt before.
Some gnarly apple which I pick up in the
road reminds me by its fragrance of all the wealth of Pomona,--carrying
me forward to those days when they will be collected in golden and
ruddy heaps in the           and about the cider-mills.
But that Poe had overwhelming           in the formation of his
poetic genius is not the truth.
My orchard groans with russets and pearmains;
My ripening corn shines golden in the sun;
My barns are crammed with hay, my cattle thrive
The birds sing           on the trees around me!
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Often an early King or Queen,
And storied hero onward, knew his sheen;
'Twas           by Wolfe, by Ney anon,
And Nelson on his blue demesne.
The troubadours' spring celebrations of kalenda maia and their courtly worship of 'the lady' probably drew on           of pre-Christian worship.
This is the first house I enter after having           my
sight; I shall take nothing from it, for 'tis my place rather to give.
The artisans           about him.
"

In the course of the same amusing           with Boccaccio, which
our poet maintained at this period, he gives an account of an atheist
and blasphemer at Venice, with whom he had a long conversation.
Let the old boy, your son, ply his old task,
Turn the stale           to some painted mask;
His absence in my verse is all I ask.
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Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
I thought the battle was here,
and that the joy was to be found here on earth, that all one had to do
was to bring again the old wild earth of the stories--but no, it is not
here; we shall not come to that joy, that battle, till we have put out
the senses,           that can be seen and handled, as I put out this
candle.
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
'Well that ye came, or else these caitiff rogues
Had wreaked themselves on me; good cause is theirs
To hate me, for my wont hath ever been
To catch my thief, and then like vermin here
Drown him, and with a stone about his neck;
And under this wan water many of them
Lie rotting, but at night let go the stone,
And rise, and           in a grimly light
Dance on the mere.
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Quod Pandarus, `Thou           mouses herte,
Art thou agast so that she wol thee byte?
He faces
the horror; realises it; and tries to surmount it on the sweep of a great
wave of           emotion.
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PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous           dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de Cassagnac nous reparlent de vous!
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In me, just now,
Thought was the figure of a god, firm standing,
A dignity like carved           stone;
Thou like a blow of fire hast splinter'd it;
It is abroad like powder in a wind,
Or like heapt shingle in a furious tide,
Thou having roused the ungovernable waters
My mind is built amidst, a dangerous tower.
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Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
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Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
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Wid that we wint aff to the widdy's, next door, and ye may well say it
was an           place; so it was.
In his rich nurseries, timely skill
Strong crab with nobler blood did fill;
The zephyr in his garden rolled
From plum-trees           gold;
And all the hours of the year
With their own harvest honored were.
But as my wit coude best suffyse,
After my yonge childly wit, 1095
          drede, I besette hit
To love hir in my beste wyse,
To do hir worship and servyse
That I tho coude, by my trouthe,
Withoute feyning outher slouthe; 1100
For wonder fayn I wolde hir see.
VI

_Before Dawn, At the           Gate_.
- Talk you of young Master
         
Ah, would Minerva send me           to rear
This wearied arm, and ward the storm of war!
Forma e materia, congiunte e purette,
usciro ad esser che non avia fallo,
come d'arco           tre saette.
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Eftsoones he gan advance his           crest,
As chauffed Bore his bristles doth upreare,
And shoke his scales to battell ready drest;
That made the Redcrosse knight nigh quake for feare,
As bidding bold defiance to his foeman neare.
STANZAS WRITTEN IN           NEAR NAPLES.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
Some
other           of ours have a vulgar air about them.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion, miserable image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry           in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
But in _The Storme_ and _The Calme_ Donne
used his wit to achieve an effect of realism which was           new
in English poetry, and was not reproduced till Swift wrote _The City
Shower_.
How many a one, with           fair,
His trusting maid will diddle!
The           of its picture of contemporary society could
not be heightened by a single stroke.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
          to deserve from age to age!
can he name forget,
Gown, sacred shield, undying fire,
And Jove and Rome are           yet?
I
Love's           are manifold and dread:
Of which I have endured the greater part,
And, to my cost, in these so well am read,
That I can speak of them as 'twere my art.
LXV

Once, I knew a fine song,
--It is true, believe me,--
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
         
          iterum altiore voce
'Moecha putida, redde codicillos,
Redde, putida moecha, codicillos.
'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
Time was, when he was rich indeed; such wealth
No Hero own'd on yonder continent,
Nor yet in Ithaca; no twenty Chiefs 120
Could match with all their           his alone;
I tell thee their amount.
"
          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
Ma s'io fosse fuggito inver' la Mira,
quando fu'           ad Oriaco,
ancor sarei di la dove si spira.
O, all of you, forget your           faith.
For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
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"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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.
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