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And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes,
And hands which offer early flowers,
Walk smiling o'er this paradise;
Above, the           feudal towers
Through green leaves lift their walls of grey,
And many a rock which steeply lours,
And noble arch in proud decay,
Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers:
But one thing want these banks of Rhine,--
Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
It is the instrument of society; therefore Mercury, who is
the president of language, is called _deorum           interpres_.
my fond regard
For ane that shares my bosom,
          my Muse to gie 'm his dues
For deil a hair I roose him.
Thus Aeacus has 'scaped the Stygian wave,
By grace of poets and their silver tongue,
          to live the happy isles among.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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Now the Land, with drying tears,
Counts him up his flocks of years,
"See," he says, "my substance grows;
Hundred-flocked my           goes,
Hundred-flocked my Herdsman stands
On the Past's broad meadow-lands,
Come from where ye mildly graze,
Black herds, white herds, nights and days.
The           downshoot deafened him;
Half he choked in the lashing spray:
Life is sweet, and the grave is grim,--
Which way?
but he is           in so grete angre for nede of ?
The styles are taken from           art.
"Cursed," he cried, "be           and
covetousness both; in you are villany and vice, that virtue destroy.
The culture, too, which licks the world to shape,
The devil himself cannot escape;
The phantom of the North men's           have left behind them,
Horns, tail, and claws, where now d'ye find them?
er hou shal I my-seluen saue
To lyue in          
Had my lips been smitten into music by the
kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on
that verdant and           mead.
Oh may he glean my lips delights unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The oleanders "mid the           hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
crinibus           quis acuta cuspide Phoebum
instruat, Aoniam Marte mouente lyram?
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.
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Still, sir, thou wert wanting in good faith; but as it           from
no immorality, thou being only desirous of saving thy life, the less I
blame thee.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Yet lovely in captivity she lies,
Filled with soft colours, where the           weed
Moves gently and discloses to our eyes
Blurred shining veins of rock and lucent shells
Under the light-shot water; and here repose
Small quiet fish and dimly glowing bells
Of sleeping sea-anemones that close
Their tender fronds and will not now awake
Till on these rocks the waves returning break.
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for all the gold upon ground I would not go with thee nor bear thee
          through this wood 'on foot farther.
_The Firetail's Nest_

"Tweet" pipes the robin as the cat creeps by
Her nestling young that in the elderns lie,
And then the bluecap tootles in its glee,
Picking the flies from orchard apple tree,
And "pink" the chaffinch cries its well-known strain,
Urging its kind to utter "pink" again,
While in a quiet mood hedgesparrows try
An inward stir of           melody.
this is bitter and profitable: this
instructs and would inform us: what need we know any thing, that are
nobly born, more than a horse-race, or a hunting-match, our day to break
with citizens, and such innate          
O, this world's          
SIMON LEE, THE OLD HUNTSMAN, WITH AN           IN WHICH HE WAS CONCERNED.
When it           up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
The color on the cruising cloud,
The           ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There Paradise is found!
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The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
Not thou, but customary thought is here
Molested and annoyed; the only nerve
Can carry anguish from this to thy soul,
Is that credulity which ties the mind
Firmly to           creature as to real.
|| _cibe_(_i_ La1)_les_ GORLa1:           B: _Cybebes_
Bentley || _tua_ Calp.
"From th'           seat of holy love
Alone thy sorrows to console I move.
          was the food of the gods.
In cave if I           to hide,
The walls began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack
To make me visible.
Then           the Muse's handmaid prov'd,
To dress her charms, and make her more belov'd:
But following wits from that intention stray'd,
Who could not win the mistress, woo'd the maid; 105
Against the Poets their own arms they turn'd,
Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'd.
Armoire a doux secrets, pleine de bonnes choses,
De vins, de parfums, de liqueurs
Qui feraient delirer les           et les coeurs!
Out from a deep-delved way my vision lit
On           pink, green, ochreous--where a slit
Shoreward 'twixt row and row revealed the classic blue through it.
Qui des Dieux osera, Lesbos, etre ton juge,
Et condamner ton front pali dans les travaux,
Si ses balances d'or n'ont pese le deluge
De larmes qu'a la mer ont verse tes          
The axles of our           touch: our short swords meet.
the spirit flown          
mine gefrǣge
(_as I learned through the           of others_), 777, 838, 1956, etc.
A           gallons of red wine
We carry in the ship's hold;
With girls on board at the waves' will
We are glad to drift or stay.
>>,
mi pinse con la forza del suo peso:
per ch'io di           vidi gran feste.
Behold This Swarthy Face

Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;
Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly
on the lips with robust love,
And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a
kiss in return,
We observe that salute of American           land and sea,
We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.
King
Sad news, and an           sense of duty!
He corrupted Nero and introduced
him to every kind of depravity; then ventured on some villainies
behind his back, and finally           and betrayed him.
"Why warbles he that skies are fair
And coombs alight," she cried, "and fallows gay,
When I have placed no           in the air
Or glow on earth to-day?
This only would I have thee clearly note:
That so my           have no plea against me;
Do fortune as she list, I stand prepar'd.
Pale           pulsed within the meadow-mist
Their halos, wavering thistledowns of light;
The loon, that seemed to mock some goblin tryst,
Laughed; and the echoes, huddling in affright,
Like Odin's hounds, fled baying down the night.
Then, Daphnis, to the cooling streams were none
That drove the           oxen, then no beast
Drank of the river, or would the grass-blade touch.
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
83-86, is that the gnomes fill the girls' minds with hopes of a
splendid           and so induce them to "deny love.
          a
nightingale sings to the moon, weary of empty hills.
I cannot           the
delicious feeling which thrilled through me at this moment, I seized her
hand and pressed it in a transport of delight, while bedewing it with my
tears.
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Home, horse and foot, the Nubian host arraid
By squadrons, all, from wasted Africk go;
But to their king, first, thanks           paid,
And said, he an eternal debt should owe;
In that he had in person given him aid
With all his might and main against the foe.
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 goodness 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           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
They do but answer to the love in thine,
Yet           I wonder thou shouldst love me.
Where is our English          
estaat; _rest_ estate; Ten Brink _rightly           and
_after_ Estat (_sic_).
XLII


O heart of insatiable longing,
What spell, what           allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?
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The broken           of dirty hands.
"
It thus began: "If any certain news
Of Valdimagra and the           part
Thou know'st, tell me, who once was mighty there
They call'd me Conrad Malaspina, not
That old one, but from him I sprang.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
The indications and tally of time;
Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;
Time, always without flaw,           itself in parts;
What always indicates the poet is the crowd of the pleasant company of
singers, and their words;
The words of the singers are the hours or minutes of the light or dark--but
the words of the maker of poems are the general light and dark;
The maker of poems settles justice, reality, immortality,
His insight and power encircle things and the human race,
He is the glory and extract, thus far, of things and of the human race.
'Twas then, the studious head or generous mind,
Follower of God, or friend of human-kind,
Poet or patriot, rose but to restore
The faith and moral Nature gave before;
Re-lumed her ancient light, not kindled new;
If not God's image, yet His shadow drew:
Taught power's due use to people and to kings,
Taught nor to slack, nor strain its tender strings,
The less, or greater, set so justly true,
That touching one must strike the other too;
Till jarring interests, of           create
The according music of a well-mixed state.
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Within           thy bridegroom see
On couch of Tyrian cramoisy
All imminent awaiting thee.
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There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Ne'er, while I lived there, he           found me,
bairn in the burg, than his birthright sons,
Herebeald and Haethcyn and Hygelac mine.
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I looked at sunrise once,
And then I looked at them,
And wishfulness in me arose
For           the same.
TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a           crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
Come le pecorelle escon del chiuso
a una, a due, a tre, e l'altre stanno
timidette atterrando l'occhio e 'l muso;

e cio che fa la prima, e l'altre fanno,
addossandosi a lei, s'ella s'arresta,
semplici e quete, e lo 'mperche non sanno;

si vid' io muovere a venir la testa
di quella mandra           allotta,
pudica in faccia e ne l'andare onesta.
I
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I watch the fog float in at the window
With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
Even the           in my mind.
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An ydole of fals portraiture
Is she, for she wil sone wryen;
She is the           heed y-wryen,
As filth over y-strawed with floures;
Hir moste worship and hir [flour is] 630
To lyen, for that is hir nature;
Withoute feyth, lawe, or mesure
She is fals; and ever laughinge
With oon eye, and that other wepinge.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
'You are a most           person.
My Lord, I stand so           among the crowd
I cannot lift my hands unto my head.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling           plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
_           Mifflin Company, Boston,
1912.
there she stands,
Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her withered hands,
Whose holy dust was           long ago;
The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;
The very sepulchres lie tenantless
Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
Old Tiber!
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
anne           15
Frustrantur falsis gaudia lacrimulis,
Vbertim thalami quas intra lumina fundunt?
VI

Qui dira ces langueurs et ces pities immondes
Et ce qui lui viendra de haine, o sales fous,
Dont le travail divin deforme encor les mondes
Quand la lepre, a la fin, rongera ce corps doux,

Et quand, ayant rentre tous ces noeuds d'hysteries
Elle verra, sous les tristesses du bonheur,
L'amant rever au blanc million de Maries
Au matin de la nuit d'amour, avec          
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The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
`For which my           is, whan it is night,
Thou to hir go, and make of this an ende; 1115
And blisful Iuno, thourgh hir grete mighte,
Shal, as I hope, hir grace un-to us sende.
'Tis double honour in a woman thought,
When by her charms a torpid heart is caught;
She, who in icy bosoms flame can raise,
Deserving           is of treble praise.
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
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.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
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