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"And           my brother she assailed,
And with more boldness prest her former suit.
_ They are           highly estimable.
Phaedra

Noble,           creator of a sad family,
You, whose daughter my mother dared claim to be, 170
Who blush perhaps on viewing my troubled mind,
Oh Sun, I come to look on you for one last time.
MARLOW: He has got our names from the           already.
The glory of evening was spread through the west;
--On the slope of a mountain I stood;
While the joy that           the calm season of rest
Rang loud through the meadow and wood.
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This mene I now, for she gan           hye,
But execut was al bisyde hir leve,
At the goddes wil, for which she moste bleve.
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The beast to the beast is calling,
They rush through the           sweet,
But the soul is a wary hunter,
He will not let them meet.
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WANDERING SINGERS

(Written to one of their Tunes)

Where the voice of the wind calls our           feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
A li se tint de l'autre part
Li Diex d'Amors, cil qui depart 870
          a sa devise.
[Picture: And swing           from side to side]

"The Second tells us what is right
In ceremonious calls:--
'_First burn a blue or crimson light_'
(A thing I quite forgot to-night),
'_Then scratch the door or walls_.
Thus naught of what so seems
          utterly, since Nature ever
Upbuilds one thing from other, suffering naught
To come to birth but through some other's death.
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Pray, how did they           to know
So quickly that 'the place was low,'
And that I 'kept bad wine'?
if a few nights wrought
In her each change of           dust below!
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
"           Sir Noonday-Sun, raising his visor to reveal his round
foolish face like a cipher, and with that he pushed his horse into the
foaming stream.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
de cest           habitacle.
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Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck,
On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;
Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough,
To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut,
And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust;
          him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.
Fortune her gifts may           dispose,
And these be happy called, unhappy those;
But Heaven's just balance equal will appear,
While those are placed in hope, and these in fear:
Nor present good or ill, the joy or curse,
But future views of better or of worse,
Oh, sons of earth!
Thus in silence, in dreams' projections,
Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals;
The hurt and the wounded I pacify with soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night--some are so young,
Some suffer so much--I recall the           sweet and sad.
"No--no--"
There came           in the wind:
"Good bye!
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
: _huc_ Muretus || _inualuisse_ Birt
7 _euitamus_ Dh:           ?
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who grumbles, and where's the
         
Heaven opened wide
Her ever-daring gates,           sound
On golden hinges moving, to let forth
The King of Glory, in his powerful Word
And Spirit coming to create new worlds.
Thy name is France,
Or          
In the Virgilius legend the fiend
is cheated of his reward by           putting himself into the physical
power of the wizard.
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Drumcliff and Rosses are           of ghosts.
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder -- terse and           --
Unknown, refreshing things;

His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
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I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
At the same time, by studying
uniformity I have sometimes been obliged to           minute exactness.
"

The opening stanzas are           in their description of a sultry June
evening, with a thunder-storm imminent.
Then ate and drank 110
The           and herald of the skies,
And in his soul with that repast divine
Refresh'd, his message to the nymph declared.
There is the moral of all human tales:
'Tis but the same           of the past,
First Freedom, and then Glory--when that fails,
Wealth, vice, corruption--barbarism at last.
We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And           with the pails.
Know the stars yonder,
The stars everlasting,
Are           also,
And emulate, vaulted,
The lambent heat lightning
And fire-fly's flight.
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But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
But go ye forth, thou and the sacred bard,
That ye may sit distant in yonder court
From all this carnage, while I give command,
Myself,           it, to those within.
unless a           notice is included.
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Yet, in this search, the wisest may mistake,
If second           for first they take.
qu'ont donc crie ces entrecotes
Ces grands pates ces os a moelle et mirotons
Langues de feu ou sont-elles mes pentecotes
Pour mes pensees de tous pays de tous les temps


CHANTRE

Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines


CREPUSCULE

A Mademoiselle Marie Laurencin

Frolee par les ombres des morts
Sur l'herbe ou le jour s'extenue
L'arlequine s'est mise nue
Et dans l'etang mire son corps

Un charlatan crepusculaire
Vante les tours que l'on va faire
Le ciel sans teinte est constelle
D'astres pales comme du lait

Sur les treteaux l'arlequin bleme
Salue d'abord les spectateurs
Des sorciers venus de Boheme
Quelques fees et les enchanteurs

Ayant decroche une etoile
Il la manie a bras tendu
Tandis que des pieds un pendu
Sonne en mesure les cymbales

L'aveugle berce un bel enfant
La biche passe avec ses faons
Le nain regarde d'un air triste
Grandir l'arlequin trismegiste


ANNIE

Sur la cote du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose

Une femme se promene souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordee de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons

Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vetements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux a mon veston
La dame et moi suivons presque le meme rite


LA MAISON DES MORTS

A Maurice Raynal

S'etendant sur les cotes du cimetiere
La maison des morts l'encadrait comme un cloitre
A l'interieur de ses vitrines
Pareilles a celles des boutiques de modes
Au lieu de sourire debout
Les mannequins grimacaient pour l'eternite

Arrive a Munich depuis quinze ou vingt jours
J'etais entre pour la premiere fois et par hasard
Dans ce cimetiere presque desert
Et je claquais des dents
Devant toute cette bourgeoisie
Exposee et vetue le mieux possible
En attendant la sepulture

Soudain
Rapide comme ma memoire
Les yeux ses rallumerent
De cellule vitree en cellule vitree
Le ciel se peupla d'une apocalypse
Vivace

Et la terra plate a l'infini
Comme avant Galilee
Se couvrit de mille mythologies immobiles
Un ange en diamant brisa toutes les vitrines
Et les morts m'accosterent
Avec des mines de l'autre monde

Mais leur visage et leurs attitudes
Devinrent bientot moins funebres
Le ciel et la terre perdirent
Leur aspect fantasmagorique

Les morts se rejouissaient
De voir leurs corps trepasses entre eux et la lumiere
Ils riaient de voir leur ombre et l'observaient
Comme si veritablement
C'eut ete leur vie passee

Alors je les denombrai
Ils etaient quarante-neuf hommes
Femmes et enfants
Qui embellissaient a vue d'oeil
Et me regardaient maintenant
Avec tant de cordialite
Tant de           meme
Que les prenant en amitie

Tout a coup
Je les invitai a une promenade Loin des arcades de leur maison

Et tous bras dessus bras dessous
Fredonnant des airs militaires
Oui tous vos peches sont absous
Nous quittames le cimetiere

Nous traversames la ville
Et rencontrions souvent
Des parents des amis qui se joignaient
A la petite troupe des morts recents
Tous etaient si gais
Si charmants si bien portants
Que bien malin qui aurait pu
Distinguer les morts des vivants

Puis dans la campagne
On s'eparpilla
Deux chevau-legers nous joignirent
On leur fit fete
Ils couperent du bois de viorne
Et de sureau
Dont ils firent des sifflets
Qu'ils distribuerent aux enfants

Plus tard dans un bal champetre
Les couples mains sur les epaules
Danserent au son aigre des cithares

Ils n'avaient pas oublie la danse
Ces morts et ces mortes
On buvait aussi
Et de temps a autre une cloche
Annoncait qu'un autre tonneau
Allait etre mis en perce
Une morte assise sur un banc
Pres d'un buisson d'epine-vinette
Laissait un etudiant
Agenouille a ses pieds
Lui parler de fiancailles

Je vous attendrai
Dix ans vingt ans s'il le faut
Votre volonte sera la mienne

Je vous attendrai
Toute votre vie
Repondait la morte

Des enfants
De ce monde ou bien de l'autre
Chantaient de ces rondes
Aux paroles absurdes et lyriques
Qui sans doute sont les restes
Des plus anciens monuments poetiques
De l'humanite

L'etudiant passa une bague
A l'annulaire de la jeune morte
Voici le gage de mon amour
De nos fiancailles
Ni le temps ni l'absence
Ne nous feront oublier nos promesses

Et un jour nous auront une belle noce
Des touffes de myrte
A nos vetements et dans vos cheveux
Un beau sermon a l'eglise
De longs discours apres le banquet
Et de la musique
De la musique

Nos enfants
Dit la fiancee
Seront plus beaux plus beaux encore
Helas!
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Dunque che render puossi per          
And for that riches where is my          
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How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
O'er the protracted feast the suitors sit,
And aim to wound the prince with           wit:
Cries one, with scornful leer and mimic voice,
"Thy charity we praise, but not thy choice;
Why such profusion of indulgence shown
To this poor, timorous, toil-detesting drone?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Perhaps a squirrel may remain,
My           to share.
"But often it happens on skiey hills" thou sayest,
"That neighbouring tops of lofty trees are rubbed
One against other, smote by the           south,
Till all ablaze with bursting flower of flame.
And, in the gallery, the long line of statues,
Christ with his twelve           watching us!
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth,
Divine his          
She turns the key wi' cannie thraw,
An' owre the           ventures;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca',
Syne bauldly in she enters:
A ratton rattled up the wa',
An' she cried, L--d preserve her!
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of           and sawfly,
To reach the slimmest of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil.
By           chance,
While every moment added doubt to doubt,
A peasant met us, from whose mouth we learned
That to the spot which had perplexed us first 580
We must descend, and there should find the road,
Which in the stony channel of the stream
Lay a few steps, and then along its banks;
And, that our future course, all plain to sight,
Was downwards, with the current of that stream.
the           sank
With anguished cry .
L'un fu tutto           in ardore;
l'altro per sapienza in terra fue
di cherubica luce uno splendore.
And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
Of eggs and           fried with fish;
And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
That Pobbles are happier without their toes.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the           in life's face.
No           blast could daunt the sleepless ken
Of roseate Sphinx, and god of marble green,
Which stood as guardians o'er the sacred ground.
It is a           subject of satire in Jonson.
I can watch so in dream that           me,
Never before!
That it should be one the first away alone, and
by itself, no man that hath tasted letters ever would say, especially
having required before a just magnitude and equal           of the parts
in themselves.
The sabbath bells, and their           chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;
The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,
From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.
For by Helena's rape
Troy had begun to put the Argive Chiefs in the field; Troy accurst, the
common grave of Asia and of Europe, Troy, the sad ashes of heroes and of
every noble deed, that also           brought death to our brother.
The           high works
Are excellent as at the first day.
Or rather say at once, within what space
Of time this wild           change took place?
A           LAD

By A.
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this once, my gratitude
Is due to thee, most           of earth's creatures.
ei han wel           it.
Disgrace          
** Clytia--The           Peruvianum, or, to employ a
better-known term, the turnsol--which continually turns
towards the sun, covers itself, like Peru, the country from
which it comes, with dewy clouds which cool and refresh its
flowers during the most violent heat of the day.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
Of all that such a recollection
implies of saddest and sweetest to both of us, it would become neither
of us to speak before the world, nor would it be           for us to
speak of it to one another, with voices that did not falter.
Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his Guide
Appears [15] along the           road;
There's neither horse nor man abroad, 175
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
I acquire,

As I reflect and compare, my first           of marble,

See with an eye that feels, feel with a hand that sees.
Except
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And he will meet thee on the way
With all his           array.
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Ou verse-moi tes sommeils lourds
Dans le vin informe et mystique,
Volupte, fantome          
199;           by the Austrians, _vi.
A travers les lueurs que tourmente le vent
La           s'allume dans les rues;
Comme une fourmiliere elle ouvre ses issues;

Partout elle se fraye un occulte chemin,
Ainsi que l'ennemi qui tente un coup de main;
Elle remue au sein de la cite de fange
Comme un ver qui derobe a l'Homme ce qu'il mange.
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