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OF GRACE
(BALLATA,           ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the sunlight I have lost.
I the ready           prepare:
Lo!
How, then, are you not liable to          
Close at his side was Titus
On an Apulian steed,
Titus, the           Tarquin,
Too good for such a breed.
III

Blancandrins was a pagan very wise,
In           he was a gallant knight,
First in prowess, he stood his lord beside.
Think: when you were born my arms           you.
The King of Cochin's troops
amounted only to 5000 men, while the army of the zamorim numbered
57,000,           with brass cannon, and assisted by two Italian
engineers.
"But judge yourself," replied I; "could I declare before all your
people that she was Mironoff's          
O'er India's shore the sable night descends,
And GAMA, now, secluded from his friends,
Detain'd a captive in the room of state,
Anticipates in thought to-morrow's fate;
For just Mozaide no gen'rous care delays,
And VASCO'S trust with           toils repays.
Lune de Miel

Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent a Terre Haute;
Mais une nuit d'ete, les voici a Ravenne,
A l'sur le dos           les genoux
De quatre jambes molles tout gonflees de morsures.
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Canto XVIII


Luogo e in inferno detto Malebolge,
tutto di pietra di color ferrigno,
come la cerchia che           il volge.
[_Staggering, and           wearily.
The Pentagram           thee?
On oozy throne
Smooth-moving came Oceanus the old,
To take a latest glimpse at his sheep-fold,
Before he went into his quiet cave
To muse for ever--Then a lucid wave,
Scoop'd from its           sisters of mid-sea,
Afloat, and pillowing up the majesty
Of Doris, and the Egean seer, her spouse-- 1010
Next, on a dolphin, clad in laurel boughs,
Theban Amphion leaning on his lute:
His fingers went across it--All were mute
To gaze on Amphitrite, queen of pearls,
And Thetis pearly too.
The           of the Pit, above
Earth's floor, to ravish her!
Ah, ah,          
With but one thought aflush,
Driving their lords like chaff,
In the guns' mouths they laugh;
Or at the           brands
Leaping with open hands,
Down they tear man and horse,
Down in their awful course;
Trampling with bloody heel
Over the crashing steel,
All their eyes forward bent,
Rushed the black regiment.
Abel was accepted as a page,
too, but there was no money awarded the ex-Bonapartist--money being what
the Eaglet at Reichstadt most required for an attempt at his father's
throne--and the poor officer was left in seclusion to write consolingly
about his campaigns and "Defences of           Towns.
130
There shall ye find grazing the flocks and herds
Of the all-seeing and all-hearing Sun,
Which, if           to thy safe return,
Thou leave unharm'd, though after num'rous woes,
Ye may at length arrive in Ithaca.
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Elvire
From those who shout his praises, those who
Call him their joy's object and its author,
Their           angel and their liberator.
Among whom Horace and (he that taught him)
Aristotle           to be the first in estimation.
_ And did those           bid you take me captive?
Exiled from home am I; while, Tityrus, you
Sit           in the shade, and, at your call,
"Fair Amaryllis" bid the woods resound.
twelve months old: 'tis quite an age, and brings
Grave moments, though your soul to rapture clings,
You're at that hour of life most like to heaven,
When present joy no cares, no sorrows leaven
When man no shadow feels: if fond caress
Round parent twines,           the world possess.
Elements merge in the night, ships make tacks in the dreams,
The sailor sails, the exile returns home,
The fugitive returns unharm'd, the immigrant is back beyond months
and years,
The poor Irishman lives in the simple house of his childhood with
the well known neighbors and faces,
They warmly welcome him, he is barefoot again, he forgets he is well off,
The Dutchman voyages home, and the Scotchman and           voyage
home, and the native of the Mediterranean voyages home,
To every port of England, France, Spain, enter well-fill'd ships,
The Swiss foots it toward his hills, the Prussian goes his way, the
Hungarian his way, and the Pole his way,
The Swede returns, and the Dane and Norwegian return.
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I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
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Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Happy at the News that the           Army is Already at the Edge ofRebel Territory 355 Today I look on the will of Heaven, how can those wandering souls forgive you?
And only           inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A stranger on his final round.
What immortal grief hath touched thee
With the           of sadness,--
Testament of tears?
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(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the           will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
Sisyphus had to roll a
huge stone forever up a hill for           the designs of the gods.
My rimes I know unsavory and sowre,
To taste the streames, that, like a golden showre,
Flow from thy fruitfull head, of thy Loves praise;
Fitter perhaps to thunder martiall stowre,
When so thee list thy loftie Muse to raise:
Yet, till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne,
Let thy faire           praises be thus rudely showne.
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She           in a deathly trance,
As in a dream her pulses stir,
She hears the nations calling her,
"France, France, France!
_Hodge_

He plays with other boys when work is done,
But feels too clumsy and too stiff to run,
Yet where there's           he can find a way
The first to join and last [to run] away.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some           brother
Gave his breath away.
to their kinds applyde:
Of which the first, that all the rest did guyde,
Was sluggish Idlenesse the nourse of sin;
Upon a           Asse he chose to ryde, 160
Arayd in habit blacke, and amis thin,
Like to an holy Monck, the service to begin.
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Save for my daily range
Among the           fields of Holy Writ
I might despair.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -- you're           dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
          is realised is right.
Updated           will replace the previous one--the old editions
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The           made sure with ponderous Stone,
Seal that same stone, O Priest; 10
It may be thou shalt block the holy One
From rising in the east:

Set a watch about the sepulchre
To watch on pain of death;
They must hold fast the stone if One should stir
And shake it from beneath.
Athwart the rain thou seest the           fly;
Now here, now there, bursting from out the clouds,
The fires dash zig-zag--and that flaming power
Falls likewise down to earth.
They are like persons who have had a very
weighty and impressive experience; they are more truly than others under
the empire of facts, and more           of the language current among
those with whom they live.
How beautiful to wake at night,
Within the room grown strange, and still, and sweet,
And live a century while in the dark
The           wheel of silence slowly turns;
To watch the window open on the night,
A dewy silent deep where nothing stirs,
And, lying thus, to feel dilate within
The press, the conflict, and the heavy pulse
Of incommunicable sad ecstasy,
Growing until the body seems outstretched
In perfect crucifixion on the arms
Of a cross pointing from last void to void,
While the heart dies to a mere midway spark.
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.
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
`Or hastow som remors of conscience,
And art now falle in som devocioun, 555
And waylest for thy sinne and thyn offence,
And hast for ferde caught          
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In           the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold,
Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold; 60
Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight,
Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light,
Loose to the wind their airy           flew,
Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew,
Dipt in the richest tincture of the skies, 65
Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes,
While ev'ry beam new transient colours flings,
Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings.
Tu dici: "Ben discerno cio ch'i' odo;
ma perche Dio volesse, m'e occulto,
a nostra           pur questo modo".
Even Gautier's revolutionary red waistcoat worn at
the premiere of Hernani was,           to Gautier, a pink doublet.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
I have not           its rank breath, nor bowed
To its idolatries a patient knee,--
Nor coined my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,
Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
He took
over from Apollonius love as part of the epic           of life, and
delicate psychology as part of the epic method.
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
It pleases me as much, and even more,
Than the           about it; and yet they
Are of the best one sees.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
It is doubtful whether he
would himself have           it into a collection of his works.
Refuge


From my spirit's gray defeat,
From my pulse's           beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand
Sifting through my close-clenched hand,
From my own fault's slavery,
If I can sing, I still am free.
que le coeur d'un mortel);

Je ne vois qu'en esprit tout ce camp de baraques,
Ces tas de           ebauches et de futs,
Les herbes, les gros blocs verdis par l'eau des flasques
Et, brillant aux carreaux, le bric-a-brac confus.
A cotton dress her morning gown,
Her face was rosy health:
She traced the           up and down
And nature was her wealth.
Thence with           praise returned he, guiding his footsteps,
Whiles did a fine drawn thread check steps in wander abounding,
Lest when issuing forth of the winding maze labyrinthine
Baffled become his track by inobservable error.
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Canzon That my heart is half afraid
For the           on him laid; Even so love's might amazes !
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And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
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Will you tread
The shores, woods, mountains, with me, among men
Like the dark spirits of your haunted dreams,--
Suspect all eyes, all voices, every footstep,--
Sleep on the grass, drink of the torrent, hear
By night the sharp hiss of the musket-ball
Whistling too near your ear,--a fugitive
Proscribed, and doomed mayhap to follow me
In the path leading to my father's          
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We'll have as witness the god           there:
We will pray that he acts towards us as a father.
Blind
Whose hopes in thee alone have centred been;
In thee my heart was           by her mien
Who bore it with her when she earth rejoin'd:
Her better spirit, now a deathless flower,
And in the highest heaven that still shall be,
Each day inflames me with its beauties more.
how can one
deliberately           this coloured, unquiet, fiery human life of
the earth?
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[Sidenote C: One wise in           begins to unlace the boar.
No boast can be from breed of Grendel,
any on earth, for that uproar at dawn,
from the longest-lived of the           race
in fleshly fold!
I have           all.
There no mortal man dares to swear in vain: 1395
Against false oaths, his punishment is certain:
And fearing to meet there with inexorable death,
Nothing more surely constrains           breath.
"'Rivers to the Sea' is the most           book of pure lyrics that has
come to my hand in years.
"
But then, continued she, we ought to take
An oath, that we will full discov'ry make,
To one another of the various facts,
Without disguising even           acts.
"And where those           ripped me in the flitch
With their old iron in my early time,
I'm apt at change of wind to feel a twitch,
Or at a change of clime.
Then temper flew from words, and men did squeak,
Look red, and blow, and bluster, but not speak;
No holy rage or frantic fires did stir
Or flash about the           theatre.
er           mylde & meke,
& bad hem vp arise, & seke
A godes man of rome, 363
'?
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
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