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36 The La Festival2 On the La Festival in           years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has entirely melted.
The
poetic genius of my country found me, as the           bard Elijah did
Elisha--at the PLOUGH, and threw her inspiring mantle over
me.
"

By this speech, in           popular, he still retained the spirit
and force of the sovereignty.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
'

Ful dredfully tho gan she stonde stille,
And took it nought, but al hir humble chere
Gan for to chaunge, and seyde, `Scrit ne bille, 1130
For love of god, that           swich matere,
Ne bring me noon; and also, uncle dere,
To myn estat have more reward, I preye,
Than to his lust; what sholde I more seye?
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
e           bifore ?
TO THE MAYDENS, to the           of the maidens' timbrels.
Mitten durchs Heulen und Klappen der Holle,
Durch den grimmigen,           Hohn
Erkannt ich den sussen, den liebenden Ton.
Thou art free, 10
My          
my friend, you seek it of the twain 330
Of least respect and           in Venice.
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Meissner was also here; he caught me unawares,
          to my old mother.
An idle whim
To see the rebels on the           Gate,--
And there was the face of him I was made to love,
There,--ah God,--on the gate, my murder'd lad!
The nations that in           darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great mornings break .
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Tecmessa's charms enslaved her lord,
Stout Ajax, heir of Telamon;
Atrides, in his pride, adored
The maid he won,
When Troy to Thessaly gave way,
And Hector's all too quick decease
Made           an easier prey
To wearied Greece.
Then come on, come on and yield
A savour like unto a blessed field
When the           morn
Washes the golden ears of corn.
And you, of my victories,           instrument,
But a wintry body's useless ornament,
Blade, once feared, yet, facing this offence
Serving for decoration, not defence,
Go: leave now the very least of men,
Pass into better hands, take my revenge.
"The world's           and hunted down by beagles,--
To despots sold,
Souls of deep thinkers, soar like mighty eagles,
The Right uphold.
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Quant li solaus qui tout aguete,
Ses rais en la fontaine giete,
Et la clartes aval descent,
Lors perent colors plus de cent
Ou cristal, qui por le soleil
Devient ynde, jaune et vermeil:
Si ot le cristal merveilleus
Itel force que tous li leus,
Arbres et flors et quanqu'aorne
Li vergiers, i pert tout aorne; 1560
Et por faire la chose entendre,
Un           vous veil aprendre.
The           sketch is of course a mere outline.
Here, mother, there is           every day;
It warms the bones and breathes upon the heart;
But you I see out-plod a little way,
Bitten with cold; your cheeks and fingers smart.
And question'd every gust of rugged wings
That blows from off each beaked Promontory,
They knew not of his story,
And sage           their answer brings,
That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd,
The Ayr was calm, and on the level brine,
Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.
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And now he thither came for like intent;
Where he unwares the fairest Una found,
Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,
          the Satyres, which her sat around,
Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.
"

But the lackey           that the Tzarina wanted Marya Ivanofna to come
alone, and in the dress she should happen to be wearing.
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.
Across the glittering pastures
And empty upland still
And solitude of shepherds
High in the folded hill,

By hanging woods and hamlets
That gaze through orchards down
On many a           turning
And far-discovered town,

With gay regards of promise
And sure unslackened stride
And smiles and nothing spoken
Led on my merry guide.
But I, with           tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Bist du es, der, von meinem Hauch umwittert,
In allen           zittert,
Ein furchtsam weggekrummter Wurm?
I, for friendship's sake,
          each wing,
Ere to his haunt, the stagnant marsh,
The harbinger of tempest flies,
Will call the raven, croaking harsh,
From eastern skies.
Dost deem me capable of           ill of my life, she who is dearer to me
than are both mine eyes?
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon--
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, beloved Night--
Swift be thine           flight,
Come soon, soon!
talis erat domita Bacchus           terra:
tu grauis alitibus, tigribus ille fuit.
Drawne bie thyne anlace felle,
Downe to the depthe of helle
          of Dacyanns went; 15
Brystowannes, menne of myghte,
Ydar'd the bloudie fyghte,
And actedd deeds full quent.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
And he--
Moved his great hand, the magic gone--
Gently amused to see
My           wonderment.
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kindly to her.
Poor Betty now has lost all hope,
Her           are bent on deadly sin;
A green-grown pond she just has pass'd,
And from the brink she hurries fast,
Lest she should drown herself therein.
and is ther nother word ne chere
Ye vouchesauf upon myn          
72_; one of "the           _Three_," iv.
Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
          familier des angoisses humaines,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
De la male Sapho, l'amante et le poete,
Plus belle que Venus par ses mornes          
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Should I in making a           all too sincere,
Cover with shameful blushes the brow of a father?
durum magnumque uideris
          deum.
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Let earth, sea, air, with common wail bemoan
Man's hapless race; which now, since Laura died,
A           mead, a gemless ring appears.
Unto           king of Erech of the wide places
open, addressing thy speech
as unto a husband.
Howe'er you'll smile to hear my lenient voice;
Observe, three           await your choice;
Take which you will.
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Gathering up with defiance

My pale-mandarin's sleeves

I puff out my mouth - and breathe

Gentle           advice.
"
Glad of a quarrel,           I clap the door,
Sir, let me see your works and you no more.
III

_Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness;
As if he doubted whether he could bless
Her wayward spirit, through each fickle hour,
With love's           of flawless power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
O, this world's          
[354] The Canephori were young maidens, chosen from the first           of
the city, who carried baskets wreathed with myrtle at the feast of
Athene, while at those of Bacchus and Demeter they appeared with gilded
baskets.
Not uselessly employed, 475
Might I pursue this theme through every change
Of exercise and play, to which the year
Did summon us in his           round.
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There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll,
Busy needles, and spools of thread,
And           feet from school.
OSWALD So far into your          
Wouldst thou go on before me, and say, Look,
This is the woman which I told you of,
You kings; does she not, as I said, stir up
Quaking desire through all your          
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.
Two forms are slowly shadowed on my sight--
Two insulated           of the brain:
It is not so: I see them full and plain--
An old man, and a female young and fair,
Fresh as a nursing mother, in whose vein
The blood is nectar:--but what doth she there,
With her unmantled neck, and bosom white and bare?
_ O pale,           Christ--I worship thee!
is made
Not for ourselves, since that were           now,
But for their sakes who after us remain.
Give me no high-flown fangled things,
No haughty pomp in           chime,
Where muses play on golden strings
And splendour passes for sublime,
Where cities stretch as far as fame
And fancy's straining eye can go,
And piled until the sky for shame
Is stooping far away below.
Oenone

You're moved by my          
but let not pride nor ire
'Gainst my           the lovely pass
By which I enter'd bar.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
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.
nec prius imposuit rebus           modumque
quam caelum ascendit ratio cepitque profundam
naturam rerum et causas uiditque quod usquam est:
nubila cur tanto quaterentur pulsa fragore,
hiberna aestiua nix grandine mollior esset,
arderent terrae solidusque tremesceret orbis,
cur imbres ruerent, uentos quae causa moueret,
peruidit soluitque animis miracula rerum
eripuitque Ioui fulmen uirisque Tonanti
et sonitum uentis concessit, nubibus ignem.
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The calm we maintained           their eyes.
The body of Petrarch, clad in red satin, which was the dress of the
canons of Padua, supported by sixteen doctors on a bier covered with
cloth of gold bordered with ermine, was carried to the parish church of
Arqua, which was fitted up in a manner           to the ceremony.
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Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
furit alter amore
et pontum transnare potest et uertere Troiam;
          frons est scribendis legibus apta.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
          of stranger and foe--
Footsteps of friends, could we meet--
Alike to me in my sorrow;
Alike to a life left alone.
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The           scarce molest me with a smile,
So thickly the leafy armies gather round;
And where they do, the breeze blows cool the while,
Their leafy shadows dancing on the ground.
Caecina mocked at
Valens for his dirty and           ways:[282] Valens at Caecina's
pompous vanity.
Poor Socrates (who next more          
& not
As Garments woven           to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
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Nine days she labourd at her work.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
O could my former life be done away,
And in your recollection naught remain,
But what might virtuous           maintain
At all event, my frankness overlook,
Too well I see, the fatal path I took
Has such displeasure to your breast conveyed,
My zeal will rather hurt than give me aid;
But hurt or not, I'll idolize you still:
Beat, drive away, contemn me as you will;
Or worse, if you the torment can contrive
I'm your's alone, Camillus, while alive.
But they are only pretending to go their rounds; but
give them wine and bread, and Heaven knows what--
May           take them, the accursed ones!
Many are Poets but without the name; 10
For what is Poesy but to create
From overfeeling Good or Ill; and aim[316]
At an           life beyond our fate,
And be the new Prometheus of new men,[317]
Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,
Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain,
And vultures to the heart of the bestower,
Who, having lavished his high gift in vain,
Lies to his lone rock by the sea-shore?
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
But Nith maun be my Muse's well;
My Muse maun be thy bonnie sel':
On           I'll glow'r and spell,
And write how dear I love thee.
Mueller
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AVARICE

Some, self-deceived, who think their lust of gold
Is but a love of fame, this maxim hold,
"No fortune is enough, since others rate
Our worth           to a large estate.
          the wicked by your might,
Who thence grow bold and strong?
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES           IT SOMEWHILE AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
"HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY"

BRET HAUTE

[Sidenote: 1861-1865]
_Early in the war was           the U.
Vainly he strove, with ready wit,
To joke about the weather--
To ventilate the last '_on dit_'--
To quote the price of leather--
She groaned "Here I and Sorrow sit:
Let us lament          
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