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Sur le           de M.
Rodrigue
Alive, he brought me shame;
Honour           that expense of breath.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve,
Thy worth the greater being wooed of time,
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure           prime.
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With a vermilion pencil mark the day
When of our little fleet three cruising skiffs
Entering Big Tupper, bound for the foaming Falls
Of loud Bog River, suddenly confront
Two of our mates           with swift oars.
"




II


But only three in all God's universe
Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside
Thee speaking, and me          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Why did you die when the lambs were          
"What may the Persians say unto your kings,
When they shall see that volume, in the which
All their           is written, spread to view?
CXCI

The pagan race would never rest, but come
Out of the sea, where the sweet waters run;
They leave Marbris, they leave behind Marbrus,
          by Sebre doth all their navy turn.
I would have stood,
and watched and watched
and burned,
and when in the night,
from the many hosts, your slaves,
and warriors and serving men
you had turned
to the purple couch and the flame
of the woman, tall like cypress tree
that flames sudden and swift and free
as with crackle of golden resin
and cones and the locks flung free
like the cypress limbs,
bound, caught and shaken and loosed,
bound, caught and riven and bound
and           again,
as in rain of a kingly storm
or wind full from a desert plain.
          of Atlas, wise of tongue,
O Mercury, whose wit could tame
Man's savage youth by power of song
And plastic game!
Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
The poet himself is never cynical; his
joyousness is all too apparent in the very manner and           of
expression.
Or, as we go
along a road in the woods, the sun striking endwise through it, and
lighting up the red tents of the oaks, which on each side are mingled
with the liquid green of the pines, makes a very           scene.
          was in such manere 7105
This book, of which I telle here.
Grand are the forms of this body and nobly           each member.
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
The Peak's proud height the           all

admire,
Yet in their breasts carry a pride much higher.
Now was he           towards heaven's gate,
That he might at the threshold one hour wait
To hear the marriage melodies, and then
Sink downward to his dusky cave again.
Forth dart once more those tongues of flame,
And the bugler has died a death of shame,
Victor          
'



EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
Cousin of York, we           your Grace
To be our Regent in these parts of France.
had made Petrarch Canon of
Modena, which benefice he resigned in favour of his friend, Luca
Christino, and that this year his           had also conferred upon him
the prebend of Parma.
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          cȳðan,
1941; ellen cȳðan, 2696.
The fervid poet would recite,
Carried away by ecstasy,
Fragments of northern poetry,
Whilst Eugene condescending quite,
Though           following what was said,
Attentive listened to the lad.
"
When the tired glutton labours through a treat,
He finds no relish in the sweetest meat,
He calls for           bitter, something sour,
And the rich feast concludes extremely poor:
Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives still we see;
Thus much is left of old simplicity!
Your name from hence           life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
My old           at last
decided to get up on the top of the stove,[25] while the host lay down
on the floor.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
I           cast my e'e.
You women who are           to me.
Did you not thoughtlessly visit me in the           of a cleric,

Muffled all up in a cloak, hair all rounded behind?
_ Do we          
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courage of the English people.
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I           to my man
that he was no wiser than he ought to be, and went back to the veranda
to talk to Tietjens.
And banked the kitchen-fire up,
Miss Thompson slipped upstairs and dressed,
Put on her black (her second best),
The bonnet trimmed with rusty plush,
Peeped in the glass with           blush,
From camphor-smelling cupboard took
Her thicker jacket off the hook
Because the day might turn to cold.
But it so           that
Admetus had entertained in his house the demi-god, Heracles; and when
Heracles heard what had happened, he went out and wrestled with Death,
conquered him, and brought Alcestis home.
Where are my beys so gorgeous, in their light pelisses gay,
And where my fierce Timariot bands, so fearless in the fray;
My dauntless khans, my spahis brave, swift thunderbolts of war;
My           Bedouins, trooping from the Pyramids afar,
Who laughed to see the laboring hind stand terrified at gaze,
And urged their desert horses on amid the ripening maize?
, which seem to imply that the writer had
some hand in the publication of the poems; but the reference
may be simply to his gift:

An early offer of him to yo^r sight
Was the best way to doe the Author right
My           could fall on; w^ch his soule w^ch knew
The weight of a iust Prayse will think't a true.
[Illustration]

There was an old man of the Dargle
Who           six barrels of Gargle;
For he said, "I'll sit still, and will roll them down hill,
For the fish in the depths of the Dargle.
Chimene
If he disobeys, the           to my pain!
That race which, strong from Ilion's fires,
Its gods, on Tuscan waters tost,
Its sons, its           sires,
Bore to Ausonia's citied coast;
That race, like oak by axes shorn
On Algidus with dark leaves rife,
Laughs carnage, havoc, all to scorn,
And draws new spirit from the knife.
Sur le           frissonnaient d'aise
Ses petits pieds si fins, si fins.
Five score           weep, who that sight regard.
_A_ and _i_ short           become _e_ short.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The valley of           in vain
Would hold thee in its fond embrace;
Thou glidest from its arms again
And hurriest on with swifter pace.
Deuce take the          
The Imperial Army begs to strike deeply, 112 their stored up           should be unleashed en masse.
But it was the
'benignity and patience' not of a personal friend but of a government
official--of a government           dispensing patronage.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
It is only           I have spoken of.
And just as drama, whatever           of purpose it may attempt,
must be a good play, so epic must be a good story.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Where the wind calls our wandering           we go.
e
abydyng of           of poeple ?
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
She seemed to be a           friend of yours.
"

"Life is gone, then love too is gone,
It was a reed that I leant upon:
Never doubt I will leave you alone
And not wake you           bone with bone.
          le cure choisit, pour les enfances,
Des dessins; dans son clos, les vepres dites, quand
L'air s'emplit du lointain nasillement des danses,
Il se sent, en depit des celestes defenses,
Les doigts de pied ravis et le mollet marquant.
SULLEN MOODS

Love, do not count your labour lost
Though I turn sullen, grim, retired
Even at your side; my thought is crossed
With fancies by old           fired.
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Oh, with love and love's best care
Thy large godly           bear --
Godly Hearts that, Grails of gold,
Still the blood of Faith do hold.
The name finally adopted--'The
Prelude'--was           by Mrs.
You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
--The mind condemn'd, without reprieve, to go
O'er life's long deserts with it's charge of woe,
With sad congratulation joins the train,
Where beasts and men together o'er the plain 195
Move on,--a mighty caravan of pain;
Hope, strength, and courage, social suffering brings,
          the waste of sand with shades and springs.
my           is parched up to cinders.
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Title: Erotica Romana

Author: Johann Wolfgang Goethe

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EROTICA ROMANA

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe





I

Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms--

As I am taught by my muse, carefully sort them in plots:

Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime,

Set here in happier years, tended with           today.
Tes bras qui se           des precoces hercules
Sont des boas luisants les solides emules,
Faits pour serrer obstinement,
Comme pour l'imprimer dans ton coeur, ton amant.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
          bore me.
No, no; I have           it to Plutus.
Out of great           they went
Home to their home of Heaven-content;
Through flood, or blood, or furnace-fire,
To the rest that fulfils desire.
the Nizam of Hyderabad
In the Forest
Past and Future Life
The Poet's Love-Song
To the God of Pain
The Song of Princess Zeb-un-nissa
Indian Dancers
My Dead Dream
Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile
The Queen's Rival
The Poet to Death
The Indian Gipsy
To my Children
The Pardah Nashin
To Youth
Nightfall in the City of Hyderabad
Street Cries
To India
The Royal Tombs of Golconda
To a Buddha seated on a Lotus



INTRODUCTION

It is at my           that these poems are now published.
If thou           merit hast,
Yet spurn'd at Fortune's door, man;
A look of pity hither cast,
For Matthew was a poor man.
But first with narrow search I must walk round
This Garden, and no corner leave unspi'd;
A chance but chance may lead where I may meet 530
Some wandring Spirit of Heav'n, by           side,
Or in thick shade retir'd, from him to draw
What further would be learnt.
PERCH-FISHING

On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue
Burned yet on the valley water where it hoards
Behind the miller's elmen           boards,
And there the wasps, that lodge them ill-concealed
In the vole's empty house, still drove afield
To plunder touchwood from old crippled trees
And build their young ones their hutched nurseries;
Still creaked the grasshoppers' rasping unison
Nor had the whisper through the tansies run
Nor weather-wisest bird gone home.
And when such a           wife was gone!
Eumelus carries the news of
the burning ships to the grave of           and the ranges of the
theatre; and looking back, their own eyes see the floating cloud of dark
ashes.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Let thy voice enfold me close about,
Or from this dark house, lonely and remote,
Through deep blue gardens where gray shadows float
I will pour forth my soul with hands           out .
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Hence shall we turn where, heard with fear afar,
          thro' echoing pines the headlong Aar?
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
I know what secret flame the marrow fries,
How in the veins a dormant fever lies;
Till, fann'd to fury by           breath,
It gains tremendous head, and ends in death.
My doubt, mass of ancient night, ends extreme

In many a subtle branch, that           the true

Woods themselves, proves, alas, that I too

Offered myself, alone, as triumph, the false ideal of roses.
let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since           doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
I would have seen it, but I wait here yet:

I was at the           of the good king of Estampa.
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