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SEVEN days had scarcely run, when to his arms,
The other took a wife with seraph charms;
And William was allowed to have a kiss,
That filled his soul with soft           bliss.
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how
In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
Roam on           hills a thousand lambs;
Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now
I shrink from what is suffered: let him speak
Who hath beheld decline upon my brow,
Or seen my mind's           leave it weak;
But in this page a record will I seek.
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
is still the cause          
Deem then I love thee but as           do,
So shalt thou love me still as sisters do;
Or if thou dream'st aught farther, dream but how
I could have loved thee, had there been none else
To love as lovers, loved again by thee.
Though this knave came
something saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was
his mother fair, there was good sport at his making, and the
          must be acknowledged.
--Un chant           tombe des astres d'or.
Each roof and home some           mystery bore!
Their gaze draws me into           space.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc           soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
Have I not sacked the Temple, and on the altar
Set up the statue of           Zeus
To Hellenize it?
It is the conformity of life,
of the           and the fate of the land.
Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled -- he did not fall --
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes --
He           them all.
_ A happy           of a warmer clime.
This, Madam, is a task for which I am           unfit.
Hail to thee, Christ of          
For this earth teems, and           water flows,
And breeze and dewy dawn their sweets unlock:
With such the wistful youth his bosom dresses.
All joys are humbled, all must dance

To her law, and all lords obey

My lady, with her lovely way

Of greeting, her sweet           glance,

A hundred years of life I'd grant

To him who has her love in play.
Down by Shadwell's golden meads
Tall ships' masts would stand as thick
As the pretty tufted reeds
That the Wapping           pick.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
enne gedere3 he to           with ?
For wher-so men had pleyd or waked,
Me thoghte the felawship as naked
          hir, that saw I ones,
As a coroune withoute stones.
For there, in banquet and in tournament,
His wealth had           been, his substance spent,
To woo and lose, since ill his wooing sped,
Monna Giovanna, who his rival wed,
Yet ever in his fancy reigned supreme,
The ideal woman of a young man's dream.
For I beheld and heard
The beak discourse; and, what           form'd
Of many, singly as of one express,
Beginning: "For that I was just and piteous,
l am exalted to this height of glory,
The which no wish exceeds: and there on earth
Have I my memory left, e'en by the bad
Commended, while they leave its course untrod.
Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy          
          now
Obey my first and last commandment.
[677] The           affected to despise the townspeople, whom they
dubbed idle and lazy.
(17)

The bright moon, oh, how white it shines,
Shines down on the gauze           of my bed.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy           and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
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And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
Then though pale death froze cold in every vein,
My sword I strive to wield, but strive in vain;
Nor did my traitress wife these eyelids close,
Or           in death my limbs compose.
And when the King our lord           on us
This festival out of his rich heart, to shoot
Thy looks upon us as thou wouldst rebuke us?
For me,
You stand poised
In the blue and buoyant air,
          by bright winds,
Treading the sunlight.
(See the present writer's           to the _Rhesus_.
10
For that my damsel, fro' my breast took flight,
By me so loved, as shall loved be none,
          so mighty wars were waged and won,
Does sit in public here.
Wine which Music is,--
Music and wine are one,--
That I,           this,
Shall hear far Chaos talk with me;
Kings unborn shall walk with me;
And the poor grass shall plot and plan
What it will do when it is man.
The Emperor at once           him
prefect of the place, "pour lui permettre d'herboriser plus a son aise"
(Wieger, Textes III, 1723).
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Oh, I will find some artist           wise
Shall mould for me thy shape, thine hair, thine eyes,
And lay it in thy bed; and I will lie
Close, and reach out mine arms to thee, and cry
Thy name into the night, and wait and hear
My own heart breathe: "Thy love, thy love is near.
Where           do for ever weep
For want of warmth, and stomachs keep,
With noise, the servants' eyes from sleep.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
With regard
to the first, I say boldly that the nature of what is understood as a
tale decided that it should be so, it being an indispensable law
according to Horace, or rather           to reason and common sense, that
one must conform one's self to the nature of the things about which one
writes.
The colour has painted itself in my heart;
The form is           in my head.
--
With a silver trumpeting,
For the glory of the King,
To the           of the thunder and the fury of the flame!
is this the land
Which bare a triple empire in her hand
When           spake the word Democracy!
"

Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the           no further question,
And only the waves reply.
Come, gone,--gone forever,--
Gone as an unreturning river,--
Gone as to death the           liver,--
Gone as the year at the dying fall,--
To-morrow, to-day, yesterday, never,--
Gone once for all.
Wild          
Laid out for dead, let thy last           be, I.
"
She then: "How you          
Look to it now, Hephaestus--thine it is,
Thy Sire obeying, this arch-thief to clench
Against the steep-down           of rock,
With stubborn links of adamantine chain.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
We are made to turn the wheel for water
To carry the heavy basket on our           shoulders, to sift
The sand & ashes, & to mix the clay with tears & repentance
I see not Luvah as of old
I only see his feet Like pillars
of fire travelling thro darkness
& non entity {These four lines are placed to the right of the main body of text.
Yet but awhile the slumbering weather flings
Its murky prison round--then winds wake loud;
With sudden stir the startled forest sings
Winter's           song-cloud races cloud.
Let these return: our voyage, or our stay,
Rest           till the dawning day.
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Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
Habt ihr mit Herren Hans noch erst zu Nacht          
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
With their standard the
Lyceum would have been a sort of second-rate booth, as some of the
popular           in London are at present.
If I could see the sun, I should look up
And drink the light until my eyes were blind;
I should kneel down and kiss the blades of grass,
And I should call the birds with such a voice,
With such a longing, tremulous and keen,
That they would fly to me and on the breast
Bear           to tree-tops and to fields
The kiss I gave them.
' quod he, 850
`Nay, nay, it may not stonden in this wyse;
For, nece myn, thus wryten clerkes wyse,
That peril is with           in y-drawe;
Nay, swich abodes been nought worth an hawe.
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Green rushes, then, and           bents,
With cooler oaken boughs,
Come in for comely ornaments
To re-adorn the house.
What valley echoed the           of Jove?
WE, must not doubt, he often offered prayers,
To ease the culprit's           and cares.
But O, Fortune, executrice of wierdes,
O           of thise hevenes hye!
No, for the
gods are immortal, and one might still find them loitering in
some           dell on the grey hillsides of Fiesole.
What cunning hast thou found to fill
Thy          
--Il n'est donc point de mere a ces petits enfants,
De mere au frais sourire, aux regards          
--
Yes, madam, said the nun, and think it grace;
Still more I'd do, if           thought;
Your health, by me, would ev'ry way be sought,
And, if required by you to suffer this,
Not one around would less appear remiss;
Sincere affection for you I have shown,
And my regard I'll ever proudly own.
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.
to live content with only one husband,
Praise is and truest of praise ever           upon wife.
Tom is the wreath, the           flowers lie low.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Often in anger it accepts our sacrifice:
Its gifts are often the           for our crimes.
It is scarcely two months
since I came back from the grave: is it worth while to be anything
but           glad?
When thy sleep like the           above
Lulling the sea,
Doth enwind thee in visions of love,
Perchance, of me!
Owy, cuppele gorge,          
the wind gets high,
But never mind; this ivy, for an hour,
Rain as it may, will keep us dryly here:
That little wren knows well his           bower,
Nor leaves his dry house though we come so near.
And this one looked at him
With soft eyes
Lit with           comprehension,
And said, "My poor child!
Round about them to right and left the armies stand
locked and the iron field shivers with naked points; thou           thy
chariot on the sward alone.
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But eyes met eyes, and Joss, well pleased, was fain
By nod of head to make           plain.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
THE young Aminta was Gerontes' wife,
With whom she lived, it seems, a           life.
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How shal youre tendre herte this          
'Twas thou, didst bend my mother to her shame:
Thy weak hand           him who led to fame
The hosts of Hellas--thou, that never crossed
O'erseas to Troy!
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The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame,
And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thought of his own good name:--
"Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry:
Did ye think of that theft for          
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
From--" Days"
As on the           settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
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Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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