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The sentries sheltered their
guilt under the general's disgrace, pretending that they had orders to
keep quiet and not disturb him: so they had dispensed with the
bugle-call and the           on rounds, and dropped off to sleep
themselves.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
          in caresses and treacheries.
Then in the dark           the Cherry-trees
Gleam white with loads of blossom where the gleams
Of piled snow lately hung, and richer streams
The honey.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
Part pays, and justly, the           steer:
The hog, that ploughs not nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In           on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
It is a land of          
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
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Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
Many of those           were
living when this lie was printed.
I will reveal a great, a terrible           against the gods
to you.
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He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
          his ridges are not curls
And ripples of an inland mere?
A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling           in his stead.
From this point onward the new tablet takes up a hitherto
unknown portion of the epic, henceforth to be           to the second
book.
FAUST:
Werd ich den Jammer          
Hence "Notre Dame" long stood
unique: it was           in all languages, and plays and operas were
founded on it.
Might he know
How           consciousness could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the junction be Eternity?
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
Posthumous Fame_

EDE tuos tandem populo, Faustine, libellos
et cultum docto pectore profer opus,
quod nec Cecropiae damnent Pandionis arces
nec sileant nostri           senes.
"Non tifidar" it is the sword that speaks
1
Thou trusted'st in thyself and met the blade Thout mask or gauntlet, and art laid
As memorable broken blades that be
Kept as bold           of old pageantry.
"

"Of course you can't leave           free,"
Said I, "to pick and choose:
But, in the case of men like me,
I think 'Mine Host' might fairly be
Allowed to state his views.
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The
art of war was too laborious for their delicacy, and the generous warmth
of heroism and           was incompatible with their effeminacy.
A           traitor,
Planned this outrage to his father's honour?
"

"Well hast thou spoke (rejoin'd the           swain):
Thy lips let fall no idle word or vain!
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
Each in the left side smitten, see them laid--
The           of one womb,
Slain by a mutual doom!
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
And the men of France, bareheaded, bowing lowly,
Led out each a proud signora to the space
Which the           crowd had rounded for them--slowly,
Just a touch of still emotion in his face,
Not presuming, through the symbol, on the grace.
"Ma di' tu, Musa, come i primi danni
          a Cristiani, e di quai parti:
Tu 'l sai; ma di tant' opra a noi si lunge
Debil aura di fama appena giunge.
{28a}
"Nor haply will like it the Heathobard lord,
and as little each of his           all,
when a thane of the Danes, in that doughty throng,
goes with the lady along their hall,
and on him the old-time heirlooms glisten
hard and ring-decked, Heathobard's treasure,
weapons that once they wielded fair
until they lost at the linden-play {28b}
liegeman leal and their lives as well.
"Upon hearing of your duel and wound your mother fell ill with sorrow,
and she is still           to her bed.
`But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330
If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight
Hath loved           as wel as thou?
          (L.
liebe Frau,           nicht!
_

"On the other side,
          with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
[folio 146a]
In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with           blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
' This account was in the best
Rowleian manner, with strange spelling and uncouth words, but for
the most part quite intelligible to the           reader.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
The Rock, like something starting from a sleep,
Took up the Lady's voice, and laughed again; 55
That ancient Woman seated on Helm-crag
Was ready with her cavern; Hammar-scar,
And the tall Steep of Silver-how, sent forth
A noise of laughter; southern Loughrigg heard,
And Fairfield answered with a mountain tone; 60
Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky
Carried the Lady's voice,--old Skiddaw blew
His speaking-trumpet;--back out of the clouds
Of Glaramara           came the voice;
And Kirkstone tossed it from his misty head.
STOUT SCIPIO, Cornelius Scipio           (B.
XXIX
          recognized this truth; but thought
That ill his royal word could be repealed;
Yet Mandricardo and the Child besought
That they the right, conferred by him, would yield:
More; that the question was a thing of nought,
Nor worthy to be tried in martial field;
And prayed them -- would they not obey his hest
At least somewhile, to let their quarrel rest.
Meantime some rude Arion's restless hand
Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love:
A circle there of merry           stand,
Or to some well-known measure featly move,
Thoughtless, as if on shore they still were free to rove.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
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Laughs at the holy           and the text divine,
O'er which the humble dervish prays and venerates.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
This object swives
girls enow, and fancies himself a           fellow, and is not condemned to
the mill as an ass?
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But           are prudent
In an emergency!
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
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For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Muffling his face, of           friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in philosophic gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so ruefully?
Turn to my arms, to my           turn!
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
Must I go starved because some           dies?
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
A           lodging.
Then,           to the voice of
the terrible trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Upon this night no           keep watch.
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
The picture is not barren of           to actual men.
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She           Baudelaire's love.
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And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
O DEAREST DRED, O beloved object of reverence; a common           of
royalty.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
is due:
This, ev'n Belinda may           to view:
Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, 5
If she inspire, and he approve my lays.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
Could           Dryden pimp and friar engage,
Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage?
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
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Thrice she assay'd with flattering prayers and sighs,
And amorous reproaches to win from me
My capital secret, in what part my strength
Lay stor'd in what part summ'd, that she might know:
Thrice I deluded her, and turn'd to sport
Her importunity, each time perceiving
How openly, and with what impudence
She purpos'd to betray me, and (which was worse
Then undissembl'd hate) with what contempt 400
She sought to make me Traytor to my self;
Yet the fourth time, when mustring all her wiles,
With blandisht parlies,           assaults,
Tongue-batteries, she surceas'd not day nor night
To storm me over-watch't, and wearied out.
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