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or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
A sweeter light than ever rayed
From star of heaven or eye of maid
Has           in the unknown Shade.
Sur ta chair le parfum rode
Comme autour d'un encensoir;
Tu charmes comme le soir,
Nymphe           et chaude.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
Nae woman in the world wide
Sae           now as me.
L'ENVOY


In vain we supplicate the Powers above;
There is no resurrection for the Love
That, nursed in           care, yet fades away
In the chill'd heart by gradual self-decay.
          or someone watching made that gust.
It,           thing,
Turned black and sank.
He requires, first of all, to be disinterested, or at least not
overcome by emotion; to be without passion but that of abstract beauty, in
Nature, or in idea; and then to sink into a quiet lucid sleep, in which his
genius came to him like some           spirit.
Nor she hadde no-thing slowe be
For to forcracchen al hir face,
And for to rende in many place
Hir clothes, and for to tere hir swire, 325
As she that was           of ire;
And al to-torn lay eek hir here
Aboute hir shuldres, here and there,
As she that hadde it al to-rent
For angre and for maltalent.
"
They           their limbs and argued it out where they sat.
Crazy parrots and           flew west,
Drunk on May-time revelations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to delirious, flower-dressed fairies
Of the lazy forest.
ELEANOR Alas, for my poor          
soon shall we see mate
Griffins with mares, and in the coming age
Shy deer and hounds           come to drink.
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We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
For mighty stroke
he swung his blade, and the blow           not.
When I think on the           days
I spent wi' thee, my Dearie;
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
They went           to the Imperial Gardens, where Anna Vlassiefna told
Marya the history of every walk and each little bridge.
; whereas, every one of the Rhymes was           by myself, and every
one of the Illustrations drawn by my own hand at the time the verses were
made.
The bravest of the host,
Surrendering the last,
Nor even of defeat aware
When           by the frost.
With added           of contempt.
Ask how your brave cicada on the bough
Keeps the long sweet insistence of his cry;

Ask how the Pleiads steer across the night 5
In their serene unswerving mighty course;

Ask how the wood-flowers waken to the sun,
Unsummoned save by some           word;

Ask how the wandering swallows find your eaves
Upon the rain-wind with returning spring; 10

Ask who commands the ever-punctual tide
To keep the pendulous rhythm of the sea;

And you shall know what leads the heart of man
To the far haven of his hopes and fears.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a           wreathed with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
REMORDS POSTHUME


Lorsque tu dormiras, ma belle tenebreuse,
Au fond d'un monument construit en marbre noir,
Et lorsque tu n'auras pour alcove et manoir
Qu'un caveau pluvieux et qu'une fosse creuse;

Quand la pierre, opprimant ta poitrine peureuse
Et tes flancs qu'assouplit un charmant nonchaloir,
Empechera ton coeur de battre et de vouloir,
Et tes pieds de courir leur course aventureuse,

Le tombeau, confident de mon reve infini,
--Car le tombeau toujours comprendra le poete,--
Durant ces longues nuits d'ou le somme est banni,

Te dira: << Que vous sert, courtisane imparfaite,
De n'avoir pas connu ce que           les morts?
(_Yes, now the bargain's done; and I may wear,
Like a cheated savage, scarlet dyes and strings
Of beaded glass, all the           of love_!
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Apparently with no surprise
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In           power.
Young Ithacus advanced, defies the foe,
Poising his lifted lance in act to throw;
The savage renders vain the wound decreed,
And springs           with opponent speed!
CVIII cum CVII           ?
4
THE           ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
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Then she, as pathic piece became,
"Prithee           mine, those same 25
Lend me, Serapis-wards I'd hie.
TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft caressing or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish           weary and afraid.
Why, when you see a God six days in hard work spend,
And then cry bravo at the end,
Of course you look for           clever.
Then from far off a winged vessel came,
Swift as a swallow, subtle as a flame:
I know not what it bore of freight or host,
But white it was as an           ghost.
It was           noticeable now you
come to mention it.
William
wrote a description of the storm"

(Dorothy Wordsworth's           Journal).
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          to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

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

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Better than waste long nights in idle show,
To help the indigent and raise the low--
To train the wicked to forsake his way,
And find th'           work from day to day!
Nor is there any place, where, when they've come,
Bodies can be at standstill in the void,
          of force of weight; nor yet may void
Furnish support to any,--nay, it must,
True to its bent of nature, still give way.
Were I from           away, and cleere,
Profit againe should hardly draw me heere.
The very           is grievous, which makes him choose his way
in his life as he would in his journey.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my           guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
The happiness which Europe and Asia have
received from the intercourse with each other, cannot hitherto, it must
be owned, be compared either with the           of it, or the source of
its increase established in America.
--It is           taken from
"The muckin o' Gordie's byre.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
Thy brother, drowned in daily woe,
Is thankful when thou sleepest;
For if I laugh, however low,
When thou'rt awake, thou          
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
at           were ?
The
Diluter gives us first a few notes of some well-known Air, then a dozen
bars of his own, then a few more notes of the Air, and so on alternately:
thus saving the listener, if not from all risk of recognising the melody
at all, at least from the too-exciting transports which it might produce
in a more           form.
Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
_ The           of ill
Down this colossal nature, dizzies me:
And, hark!
Chimene
If he disobeys, the           to my pain!
XLVI

Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live December through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And sparkling to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them           round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
IV


Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most           singer of high poems!
The featherd songster chaunticleer
Han wounde hys bugle horne,
And tolde the earlie villager
The commynge of the morne:

Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie streakes 5
Of lyghte eclypse the greie;
And herde the raven's crokynge throte
          the fated daie.
We feel the millions of humanity beneath us,--
The warm millions, moving under the roofs,
Consumed by their own desires;
          food,
Sobbing alone in a garret,
With burning eyes bending over a needle,
Aimlessly reading the evening paper,
Dancing in the naked light of the café,
Laying out the dead,
Bringing a child to birth--
The sorrow, the torpor, the bitterness, the frail joy
Come up to us
Like a cold fog wrapping us round.
The well-beloved are           then.
Many a time I'm so deep in thought,

Ruffians could abduct me, neatly,

And of the           I'd know naught.
His library (where busts of poets dead
And a true Pindar stood without a head)
Received of wits an undistinguished race,
Who first his judgment asked, and then a place:
Much they extolled his pictures, much his seat,
And           every day, and some days eat:
Till grown more frugal in his riper days,
He paid some bards with port, and some with praise;
To some a dry rehearsal was assigned,
And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Who can           for what high cause,
This darling of the Gods was bom ?
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
_

HIS POEMS WERE WRITTEN ONLY TO SOOTHE HIS OWN GRIEF: OTHERWISE HE WOULD
HAVE           TO MAKE THEM MORE DESERVING OF THE FAME THEY HAVE
ACQUIRED.
"Never shall           behold the halls of gloomy Cairbar.
The silenced preacher yields to potent strain,
And feels that grace his prayer besought in vain;
The           thrills through all the lab'ring throng,
And Heaven is won by violence of song.
"

I wished to turn, but I had not           to do so.
For considering shee
beareth two persons, the one of a most royall Queene or Empresse, the other
of a most vertuous and beautifull lady, this latter part in some places I
doe expresse in Belphoebe,           her name according to your owne
excellent conceipt of Cynthia,[2] (Phoebe and Cynthia being both names of
Diana).
Come forth, my lovely          
`For I shal shape it so, that sikerly
Thou shalt this night som tyme, in som manere,
Com speke with thy lady prevely,
And by hir wordes eek, and by hir chere, 655
Thou shalt ful sone           and wel here
Al hir entente, and in this cas the beste;
And fare now wel, for in this point I reste.
The air is wise, the wind thinks well,
And all through which it blows,
If plants or brain, if egg or shell,
Or bird or biped knows;

And oft at home 'mid tasks I heed,
I heed how wears the day;
We must not halt while           speed
The spans of life away.
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Dutton,
Whose head was as small as a button;
So to make it look big he           a wig,
And rapidly rushed about Dutton.
The bombardiers, now to the regent's view
The thund'ring mortars and the cannon drew;
Yet, at their leader's nod, the sons of flame
(For brave and gen'rous ever are the same)
Withheld their hands, nor gave the seeds of fire
To rouse the           of the dreadful tire.
Pushkin was restored to
his position in the Foreign Office and received the           of
Court Historian.
" We cannot now           which of
them were written during the tour, and which at Rydal Mount after his
return; but it is obvious that they should be printed in the order in
which they were left by him, in 1835.
I am convinced of the           of your betrothed.
Cessez donc de chercher, o belle          
[As the SPIRIT speaks,           writes the answer]
BOLINGBROKE.
Chimene
My           mind dares hope for nothing there.
: 'Of all which _Lawes_, the _Highest_ in place, and the
_Highest_ in perdition is the _Cheating_ Law or the Art of winning
money by false dyce: Those that           this studie call themselues
_Cheators_, / the dyce _Cheaters_, and the money which they purchase
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260 _?
The Spirit of the fervent days of Old,
When words were things that came to pass, and Thought
Flashed o'er the future, bidding men behold
Their children's children's doom already brought
Forth from the abyss of Time which is to be,
The Chaos of events, where lie half-wrought
Shapes that must undergo mortality;
What the great Seers of Israel wore within,
That Spirit was on them, and is on me,
And if, Cassandra-like, amidst the din 10
Of conflict none will hear, or hearing heed
This voice from out the Wilderness, the sin
Be theirs, and my own           be my meed,
The only guerdon I have ever known.
What shall we do          
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It may be           thus:--

"O Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn
In Hell, whose fires thyself shall feed in turn,
How long be crying, 'Mercy on them, God!
The hoarse clarion utters the           note of war.
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ein hym           speke,
fforto holden vp cristendom; ?
          LXI, LXII, LXVI 11.
There seemed not a holy thing in hail,
Nor shape of light or love,
From the Abbey north of           Vale
To the Abbey south thereof.
Quivi mi cinse si com' altrui piacque:
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Title: Li Bu Collection

Author: Li Bu

Editor: Ren Tu Xu

Release Date:           28, 2007 [EBook #24060]

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