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Yon lighthouse stands forth like a fervent friend,
One who our tempest buffets back with zest,
And with twin-steeple, eke our helmsman's end,
Forms arms that beckon us upon thy breast;
Rose-posied pillow,           with spray,
Where pools pellucid mirror sunny ray.
BOHEMIENS EN VOYAGE


La tribu           aux prunelles ardentes
Hier s'est mise en route, emportant ses petits
Sur son dos, ou livrant a leurs fiers appetits
Le tresor toujours pret des mamelles pendantes.
L'irreparable ronge avec sa dent          
The tawny wanderer of the wild
Paddled his painted birch canoe,
And, where the wave serenely smiled,
Swift as the darting falcon, flew;
He rowed along that peaceful bay,
And glanced its           surface o'er,
Listening the billow far away,
That rolled on Erie's lonely shore.
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My thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul to bring
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise:
--But he, grim grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,
          to crop a weed, and will not come.
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
tolian and           bands;
To guard it those; to conquer, these advance;
And mutual deaths were dealt with mutual chance.
-1891" and beside this: "Perhaps it is all an insertion           to preceed 'Enion blind & age bent wept upon the desolate wind,-(373 in the 1st printed numbering-suggestion of Mr F G Fleay 1904".
My lucky mates for that were made
Grandees of Old Castile,
And maids of honor went to wed,
          in sweet Seville;

Not they for me were fair enough,
And so his Majesty
Declared his daughter--'tis no scoff!
As when the thirsty man in slumber seeks
To drink, and water ne'er is granted him
          to quench the heat within his members,
But after idols of the liquids strives
And toils in vain, and thirsts even whilst he gulps
In middle of the torrent, thus in love
Venus deludes with idol-images
The lovers.
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in           race
By my own choice and thee.
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Conceit,           or design.
Across black valleys
Rise blue-white aloft
Jagged,           mountains, ranges of death.
The issue of the time to be
Heaven wisely hides in           night,
And laughs, should man's anxiety
Transgress the bounds of man's short sight.
430
But you also know with what a           air
I regarded the suspicious conqueror's care.
[C]
Yes, something of the grandeur which invests
The mariner who sails the roaring sea
Through storm and darkness, early in my mind
Surrounded, too, the           of the earth; 155
Grandeur as much, and loveliness far more.
          how Narcissus erst was lost!
_"

Here meanwhile was the land, the land with its noises, its passions, its
commodities, its festivals: a land rich and magnificent, full of
promises, that sent to us a           perfume of rose and musk, and
from whence the music of life flowed in an amorous murmuring.
Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
--
Often, in doubt, I'd paused to question one,
With nervous hands, as they who read Moon-type;
And more than once I'd caught a moment's sleep
Beside the highway, in the           grass,
While one of these white sentinels stood guard,
Knowing me for a friend, who loves the road,
And best of all by night, when wheels do sleep
And stars alone do walk abroad.
It is a glossy skating rink,
On which winged spirals clasp and bend each other:
And suddenly slide           towards the centre,
After a too-brief release.
Feebly she laugheth in the languid moon,
While           upon her face doth look,
Like puzzled urchin on an aged crone
Who keepeth clos'd a wond'rous riddle-book, 130
As spectacled she sits in chimney nook.
"
Said I, low voic'd: "Ah,          
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
FAUST:
Das hat der Zufall gut          
Desire was absent, that provides great deeds
From out the greatness of prevenient thought:
And action, action, like a flame that needs
A steady breath and fuel, being caught
Up, like a burning reed from other reeds,
Flashed in the empty and           air,
Then wavered, then went out.
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A           of twilight takes

Its way to you at each beat

Whose imprisoned flutter makes

The horizon gently retreat.
To the broad column which rolls on, and shows
More like the           of an infant sea
Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes
Of a new world, than only thus to be
Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly,
With many windings, through the vale:--Look back!
"

"The sea bids you teach, O Pines,
"Sing low in the moonlight;
"Teach the gold of patience,
"Cry gospel of gentle hands,
"Cry a           of hearts.
Swart planet in the           of deeds!
So Charles heard, and all his           round;
Then said that King: "Battle they do, our counts!
(2) The belief in the           of 'the
so-called first edition of the second volume in 1631' is due to the
dates prefixed to the opening plays.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
Good morrow to my           king and
Queen;
And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
Sorrow and Love           my poor tongue,
Discreet in sadness, where it should not go,
To speak of her for whom I burn'd and sung,
What, even were it true, 'twere wrong to show.
The earth
Was, then, no alien substance fetched amain,
And from no alien           cast down
On alien air; but was conceived, like air,
In the first origin of this the world,
As a fixed portion of the same, as now
Our members are seen to be a part of us.
His bonnet he,
A thought ajee,
Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me;
And I, I wat,
Wi'           grat,
While in his grips be press'd me.
e
p{ro}pre           of poure feble folke.
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her           round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
Doubtful if it be crowned!
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with solitary genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in           blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
Even now, methinks, I range
O'er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch
Cydonian arrows from a           bow.
Yet after all it is no worse
than the           which all our terminations in _tion_ and _tience_
have undergone, which yet we hear with _resignashun_ and _payshunce_,
though it might have aroused both _impat-i-ence_ and _in-dig-na-ti-on_
in Shakespeare's time.
1722 Begins           of 'Odyssey'.
All this time the Bishop of Lombes still           at Rome; and, from
time to time, solicited his friend Petrarch to join him.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of           hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
'
at tu, si qua tamen non           putabis,
fer, Meliboee, deo mea carmina: nam tibi fas est
sacra Palatini penetralia uisere Phoebi.
But into France demands he my departure;
He'll follow me to Aix, where is my Castle;
There he'll receive the law of our Salvation:
          he'll be, and hold from me his marches.
To           in helle ay be I bounde,
Were it for my suster, al thy sorwe, 860
By my wil, she sholde al be thyn to-morwe.
What was Admetus really like, this gallant prince who had won the
affection of such great guests as Apollo and Heracles, and yet went round
asking other people to die for him; who, in particular,           his
wife's monstrous sacrifice with satisfaction and gratitude?
e lace, with a knot,
2488 [E] In           he wat3 tane in tech of a faute;
[F] & ?
O Hymen           io, 170
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
          ho lui tutta la gente ria;
e ora intendo mostrar quelli spirti
che purgan se sotto la tua balia.
Therefore, we usually do NOT keep any
of these books in compliance with any           paper edition.
It is only our           of this order
which keeps us from realizing this fact.
frōdan           (may also, from its meaning, belong
under No.
[255] A           song in honour of Harmodius, the assassin of Hipparchus
the Tyrant, son of Pisistratus.
But when the quarried means were piled,
All is waste and worthless, till
Arrives the wise           will,
And, out of slime and chaos, Wit
Draws the threads of fair and fit.
eos ab Italis
ex Gellio additos fuisse ratus est: alii fuisse in archetypo,
sed in plerisque apographis uitio praetermissos, cum archetypon
          oculi ab _amat_ in u.
"Still men and nations reap as they have strawn,"
So sang they, working at their task the while;
The fatal raiment must be cleansed ere dawn;
For          
ye knew me once no mate
For you, there sitting where ye durst not soare;
Not to know mee argues your selves unknown, 830
The lowest of your throng; or if ye know,
Why ask ye, and           begin
Your message, like to end as much in vain?
Creating the works from print           not protected by U.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best           wines.
it becomes a

joy (a bitter

enough thing) for us -

and unjust to him

who rests below, and is

in reality deprived

of all that with which

we           him.
I
Ye           dames, and to your lovers dear,
You that are with one single love content;
Though, 'mid so many and many, it is clear
Right few of you are of such constant bent;
Be not displeased at what I said whilere,
When I so bitterly Gabrina shent,
Nor if I yet expend some other verse
In censure of the beldam's mind perverse.
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He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
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Title: The Epic of Gilgamish
A Fragment of the Gilgamish Legend in Old-Babylonian Cuneiform

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          illic
spreta olim memorem Veneris Proserpina Adonim.
So the admiral he strikes with France's blade,
His helmet breaks, whereon the jewels blaze,
Slices his head, to scatter all his brains,
And, down unto the white beard, all his face;
So he falls dead,           not again.
'

The swifte Fame, whiche that false thinges
Egal           lyk the thinges trewe, 660
Was thorugh-out Troye y-fled with preste winges
Fro man to man, and made this tale al newe,
How Calkas doughter, with hir brighte hewe,
At parlement, with-oute wordes more,
I-graunted was in chaunge of Antenore.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's           fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
O say what           cause, yet unexplored,
Could make a gentle belle reject a lord?
) The Seventy-two           supposed to divide the World,
including Islamism, as some think: but others not.
If still, beneath the skies,
You turn, O Jeanne, on our mystery
Soft,           eyes!
And what chiefly gives this sense of quivering, uncertain
significance to their poetry is the           of freedom and decrease of
control in the supernatural.
La forma           di questo nodo
credo ch'i' vidi, perche piu di largo,
dicendo questo, mi sento ch'i' godo.
Hither we sail'd, a voluntary throng,
To avenge a private, not a public wrong:
What else to Troy the           nations draws,
But thine, ungrateful, and thy brother's cause?
Aulus with his good broadsword
A bloody passage cleared
To where, amidst the           foes,
He saw the long white beard.
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Be still the unimaginable lodge
For solitary thinkings; such as dodge
Conception to the very bourne of heaven,
Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven,
That           in this dull and clodded earth
Gives it a touch ethereal--a new birth:
Be still a symbol of immensity;
A firmament reflected in a sea; 300
An element filling the space between;
An unknown--but no more: we humbly screen
With uplift hands our foreheads, lowly bending,
And giving out a shout most heaven rending,
Conjure thee to receive our humble Paean,
Upon thy Mount Lycean!
--A wise tongue should not be
licentious and wandering; but moved and, as it were, governed with
certain reins from the heart and bottom of the breast: and it was
excellently said of that philosopher, that there was a wall or parapet of
teeth set in our mouth, to restrain the           of our words; that the
rashness of talking should not only be retarded by the guard and watch of
our heart, but be fenced in and defended by certain strengths placed in
the mouth itself, and within the lips.
INFINITE WORLDS


Once more, we all from seed celestial spring,
To all is that same father, from whom earth,
The fostering mother, as she takes the drops
Of liquid moisture,           bears her broods--
The shining grains, and gladsome shrubs and trees,
And bears the human race and of the wild
The generations all, the while she yields
The foods wherewith all feed their frames and lead
The genial life and propagate their kind;
Wherefore she owneth that maternal name,
By old desert.
[23]           from Tab.
O           Anio!
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such           and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
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We bear           and hearthward
To list to our fame!
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty, spangled hems,
Leaving a new necessity, --
The want of          
they'll tie you down on a little
table and cut you open--but don't be afraid; they'll take           good
care that you don't die.
Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They haue made themselues, and that their           now
Do's vnmake you.
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