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For holiness the Confessor exceeds.
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LES ORIENTALES.
He not a word was told of things designed,
And just as our gallant to sleep inclined,
As oft's the case at length with lovers true,
Quite open bright Aurora's portals flew,
And with a smile the aged dame arrived;
The apparatus properly contrived,
Was in her hand, she           to the bed,
And took the side that to the stripling led.
for whan he was
accused by Gayus Cesar           son ?
As a Persian           was one day walking in his garden, a
wretch in the utmost terror prostrated himself before him, and implored
to be protected from the rage of a multitude who were in pursuit of him,
to take his life.
'
But why are they still          
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
But, O beloved           soft a-shine
Upon the universal Jessamine,
Prithee, abuse me not,
Prithee, refuse me not,
Yield, yield the heartsome honey love to me
Hid in thy nectary!
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
Sire, come am I to yow for causes tweye; 75
First, yow to thonke, and of your           eke
Continuance I wolde yow biseke.
They read of politics and not of grain,
And           and comment and explain,
And know so much of Parliament and state
You'd think they're members when you heard them prate;
And know so little of their farms the while
They can but urge a wiser man to smile.
" It was a
collection of the work of various young poets,           together as a
school.
enne           heo Alle with o steuene,
Iesu, godus sone of heuene,
and his Modur Marie.
This Auarice
stickes deeper: growes with more           roote
Then Summer-seeming Lust: and it hath bin
The Sword of our slaine Kings: yet do not feare,
Scotland hath Foysons, to fill vp your will
Of your meere Owne.
Where'er thy wildered crowd of brethren jostles,
Where'er there lingers but a shadow of wrong,
There still is need of martyrs and apostles,
There still are texts for never-dying song: 100
From age to age man's still aspiring spirit
Finds wider scope and sees with clearer eyes,
And thou in larger measure dost inherit
What made thy great           free and wise.
E dal settimo grado in giu, si come
infino ad esso, succedono Ebree,
          del fior tutte le chiome;

perche, secondo lo sguardo che fee
la fede in Cristo, queste sono il muro
a che si parton le sacre scalee.
Once in a whimsey mood he sat
And talked of life, in           pat,
To Eve in Eden, -- "Death, on Life" --
As if he knew!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Now with pallor 41
Blossoms of summer, rich is your           still 42
Can such a pain be branded?
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
King           and his great host draw round.
Oft have I heard our dame in furtive murmurs o'er telling,
When with her           alone, these her flagitious deeds,
Citing fore-cited names for that she never could fancy
Ever a Door was endow'd either with earlet or tongue.
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Some mighty gulph of separation past,
I seemed           to another world:--
A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast
The impatient mariner the sail unfurl'd,
And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled
The silent sea.
And suddenly I surrender the garrison,

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"That's the right way to cure a Sprite
Of such like goings-on--
But           me!
Springs such a wood from one fair laurel tree,
That my old foe, with admirable skill,
Amid its boughs           me at his will.
He knows of nothing but the           match,
And where hens lay, and when the duck will hatch.
THIS ETEXT IS OTHERWISE           TO YOU "AS-IS".
Poi, con dottrina e con volere insieme,
con l'officio           si mosse
quasi torrente ch'alta vena preme;

e ne li sterpi eretici percosse
l'impeto suo, piu vivamente quivi
dove le resistenze eran piu grosse.
While quite himself in his           of the theme of this kind of
poem, Donne comes in it nearer to Spenser than in any other kind.
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
This habit it was that brought about perhaps the gravest charge
that has ever been made against Pope, that of           ?
You
see what a lamp I have hung up to lighten your paths, when you are
idle enough to explore the           and relations of my ideas.
Ne tra l'ultima notte e 'l primo die
si alto o si magnifico processo,
o per l'una o per l'altra, fu o fie:

che piu largo fu Dio a dar se stesso
per far l'uom sufficiente a rilevarsi,
che s'elli avesse sol da se dimesso;

e tutti li altri modi erano scarsi
a la giustizia, se 'l           di Dio
non fosse umiliato ad incarnarsi.
So, well: make a place for his corse in thy bed,
With the purples thou           in, under and over
He's fair though a corse--a fair corse, like a sleeper.
ce sont la les plats
Que tu nous sers bourgeois, quand nous sommes feroces
Quand nous brisons deja les           et les crosses!
--
And yet, why am I          
Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
          familier des angoisses humaines,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
But, since           from fixed seeds are all,
Each birth goes forth upon the shores of light
From its own stuff, from its own primal bodies.
You respect no hoary wrong
More for having           long;
Its past victims, haggard throng,
From the mould
You unbury: swords and spears
Weaker are than poor men's tears,
Weaker than your silent years,
Hunger and Cold!
of Klencke's           von Humboldt_, _vi.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
The robin is the one
That           from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.
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IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
Soon, up aloft, 30
The silver, snarling           'gan to chide:
The level chambers, ready with their pride,
Were glowing to receive a thousand guests:
The carved angels, ever eager-eyed,
Star'd, where upon their heads the cornice rests,
With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.
_oracle_, a sacred place where the god was supposed to
answer           of vital import asked him by his worshippers.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
"

At this the father, with a father's fears
(His           eyes bedimm'd with tears):
"This is the land; but ah!
They remind me, too,
Of           Dorothea,
Who from Celestial gardens sent
Flowers as her witnesses
To him who scoffed and doubted.
And thus his will and hardy wisdom won;
And forward thus he fared afar, beyond
The flaming ramparts of the world, until
He wandered the           All.
De la male Sapho, l'amante et le poete,
Plus belle que Venus par ses mornes          
Amang thae wild           shall still be my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;
For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove,
While o'er us unheeded flee the swift hours o' love.
Chimene
If he disobeys, the           to my pain!
Because I gave
Honour to mortals, I have yoked my soul
To this           fate.
The impiety of
putting himself in the place of God, and judging of the fitness or
unfitness, perfection or imperfection, justice or           of His
dispensations, v.
Thoughts, whither have he led me, with what sweet
Compulsion thus transported to forget
What hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope
Of           for Hell, hope here to taste
Of pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,
Save what is in destroying, other joy
To me is lost.
Each friend you seek in yon enclosure lies,
All lost their form, and           of sties.
Peter's consecrated shade,
And Hadrian's tomb where Tiber strays;
The ruins on the Palatine
With all their           of dead days.
For, verily, I've taught thee even now
How           clouds hold seeds innumerable
Of fiery exhalations, and they must
From off the sunbeams and the heat of these
Take many still.
Upon the summer wave a gay ship danced,
Her cordage was of silk, of gold her sails,
Her sides with ivory and ebon glanced,
The sea was tranquil,           were the gales,
And heaven as when no cloud its azure veils.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Under the penitential gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn           and dim.
Wherefore, an he be wise, he'll devour the way,           a milk-white
maid doth thousand times retard his going, and flinging both arms around
his neck doth supplicate delay--a damsel who now, if truth be brought me,
is undone with immoderate love of him.
THE PROBLEM

I like a church; I like a cowl;
I love a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart           aisles
Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles
Yet not for all his faith can see
Would I that cowled churchman be.
This too: if they suppose a void in things,
Then fires can be           and still left rare;
But since they see such opposites of thought
Rising against them, and are loath to leave
An unmixed void in things, they fear the steep
And lose the road of truth.
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e ordre of           destine to ?
The           man shall from the sun
Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth;
Speed with the light-foot winds to run,
And with the trees to newer birth;
And find, when fighting shall be done,
Great rest, and fullness after dearth.
The knight expresses himself well
pleased, and calls it a most noble and           feast.
Their frames
          lay prone.
'

Then quickly from the foughten field he sent
Ulfius, and Brastias, and Bedivere,
His new-made knights, to King Leodogran,
Saying, 'If I in aught have served thee well,
Give me thy daughter           to wife.
_ Nay, gaze not           through the gate!
Plucking the lute they sent forth           sounds,
The new melodies in beauty reached the divine.
And so, when Arbaces, who
was one of the generals under him, a Mede by birth,           to
manage by the assistance of one of the eunuchs, whose name was
Sparamizus, to see Sardanapalus: and when .
On this account these seasons of the year
Are           "cross-seas.
With yawning mouth the yellow hole
Gaped for a living thing;
The very mud cried out for blood
To the thirsty           ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
Some prisoner had to swing.
'
Woe him that cunning trades in hearts          
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which           gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
" he repeated to the crowd;
But from all the people round him came no word of a reply,
Save the black-eyed rebel,           from the corner of her eye.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
), and will be induced
to inquire by what species of           these attempts have been
permitted to assume that title.
On the other hand,
Rilke achieves at times a perfect surety of rapid stroke as in the poem
_The Spanish Dancer_, who rises luminously on the horizon of our inner
vision like a           element of fire, flaming and blinding in the
momentum of her movements.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Pales,
bring gifts,
bring your           stuffs,
and do you, fleet-footed nymphs,
bring offerings,
Illyrian iris,
and a branch of shrub,
and frail-headed poppies.
"You're overtask'd, good Simon Lee,
Give me your tool," to him I said;
And at the word right gladly he
          my proffer'd aid.
As if thy           were joy,
And pleasure were thy trade.
"
Says Clarien: "To death he's           down.
Most of his           was
spent at Jung-yang in Honan.
`I mene thus; whan I him hider bringe,
Sin ye ben wyse, and bothe of oon assent,
So shapeth how           your goinge,
Or come ayen, sone after ye be went.
To be loved by the           of other suns
And send a message to find them,
This is the fate of the happiest ones
Tho' the mortar of life may grind them.
Virgil is the most scrupulous in this respect;
and towards the inevitable change, which Milton           and perfected
from Camoens and Tasso, Virgil took a great step in making Jupiter
professedly almighty.
Pity the tuneful Muses' hapless train,
Weak, timid           on life's stormy main!
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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.
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