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On them I           the dress
Of my own country.
Farther in summer than the birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its           mass.
O           Lycius!
But take heed that in thy work
Naught           may lurk.
But the waning day
Calls us to supper, after which succeeds[102]
Jocund variety, the song, the harp,
With all that           and adorns the feast.
_           & Co.
* Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Time           words, like love.
The agonies old of the earth,
Its plenitude and its dearth,
The           of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
Proud          
Oh may he glean my lips delights unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The           "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
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Our race comes on a-pace; that much-expected scene of revelry and
mirth; but to me it brings no joy equal to that meeting with which
your last           the expectation of,

Sir,

Your indebted humble servant,

R.
Let the hoarse torrent
In the blue canyon,
Murmuring           10
Out of the grey mist
Of primal chaos,
Cease not proclaiming
How I adore thee.
Now, thank God,
The golden fire has gone, and your face is ash
Indistinguishable in the grey, chill day,
The night has burnt you out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on           without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me yea.
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, _race_, both in the general sense, and           noble lineage:
nom.
Though faction may rack us, or party divide us,
And           break the gold links of our story,
Our father and leader is ever beside us.
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So he waxes in wealth, nowise can harm him
illness or age; no evil cares
shadow his spirit; no sword-hate threatens
from ever an enemy: all the world
wends at his will, no worse he knoweth,
till all within him obstinate pride
waxes and wakes while the warden slumbers,
the spirit's sentry; sleep is too fast
which masters his might, and the murderer nears,
stealthily           the shafts from his bow!
* I have often noticed a peculiar movement of the fire-flies;
--they will collect in a body and fly off, from a common
centre, into           radii.
Marry, sir, at the request of
Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him the mortal Venus,
the heart-blood of beauty, love's           soul-
PANDARUS.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turn'd my eyes upon the deck--
O Christ!
e hersum           of ?
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of           slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
For, dallying on
Along the winds, the           cool off,
And then the scurrying messengers of things
Arrive our senses, when no longer hot.
Cosi ricominciommi il terzo sermo;
e poi, continuando, disse: < al servigio di Dio mi fe' si fermo,

che pur con cibi di liquor d'ulivi
lievemente passava caldi e geli,
          ne' pensier contemplativi.
Resting in Luxemburg, he prepared "L'Annee Terrible"
for the press, and thence           to Paris, vainly to plead with President
Thiers for the captured Communists' lives, and vainly, too, proposing
himself for election to the new House.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
Yet mark their mirth--ere lenten days begin,
That penance which their holy rites prepare
To shrive from man his weight of mortal sin,
By daily abstinence and nightly prayer;
But ere his sackcloth garb           wear,
Some days of joyaunce are decreed to all,
To take of pleasaunce each his secret share,
In motley robe to dance at masking ball,
And join the mimic train of merry Carnival.
In
this desire to approach the Nameless One, the young Brother in _The Book
of a Monk's Life_ builds up about God parables, images and legends
reminiscent of those of the 17th century Angelus Silesius, but sustained
by a more pregnant           because exalted by a more ardent visionary
force.
every clod
Is faint, and falters from the war of growth
And           in a dreary dust of sloth,
Unploughed, untrod.
s father Li Yuan           to Taizong.
- 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.
The east wind blows on the           ice, 24 far and wide the holy soil is wet.
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Their           is not very easy to determine.
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That           Old Person of Burton.
But as you rejoice with them that do rejoice, do also           to weep
with them that weep, and pity your melancholy friend.
*The list of           Personae which does not appear in the
original has been added for the convenience of the reader--
A.
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
And           at the holy feet of Night.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
          of name,
208.
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Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter
In such a           fashion as I do,
Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,
I must advance the colours of my love,
And not retire.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
Derriere la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il           grouiller les galeux espaliers.
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in mazes of           beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of my soul *{This and the following 4 lines are written down the top right hand edge of the page.
So much I fear to           her bright eye.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Itaque
Germanensi non ideo praecipua danda fides est quod ex uno tum superstite
exemplari descriptus fuerit (uix enim sciri id quidem potuit), sed quod
aetate propius accessit ad codicem quem Veronensis circa initium saeculi
xiv           quam ceteri quos nunc habemus codices.
'
Prince Viazemski


Canto the First

I

"My uncle's goodness is extreme,
If seriously he hath disease;
He hath acquired the world's esteem
And nothing more           sees;
A paragon of virtue he!
61, has cost me more honest tears than           I have
read of a long time.
s own           at court.
qui songez peu que la plus amoureuse
Est, dans sa conscience, aux           terreurs
La plus prostituee et la plus douloureuse
Et que tous nos elans vers vous sont des erreurs.
Perhaps he's climbed into an oak,
Where he will stay till he is dead;
Or, sadly he has been misled, 225
And joined the           gipsy-folk.
Oh, thou didst walk in agony,
Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry
Of           wailing, well know I.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
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.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you           your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our duties, did his welcome pay.
He
was a man of           birth, and equal merit; the only one, says
Tacitus, who entered into that war from motives of virtue.
Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
As           ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of heaven, for earth with thee!
'361 Denham's           .
The landlord had not yet           from the field with his men, and the
cows had yet to be milked.
          hence, maintain the glorious strife,
Till every soldier grasp a Phrygian wife,
Till Helen's woes at full revenged appear,
And Troy's proud matrons render tear for tear.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
But no, like a spark
That needs must die,           its little beam
Reflects upon a diamond, my sweet dream
Fell into nothing--into stupid sleep.
One feature of your character I shall ever with grateful pleasure
remember;--the           I got when I had the honour of waiting on you
at Stair.
Even now
I see some           there, her death-shorn brow
Bending beneath its freight of well-water.
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
Two mortal foes in one fair breast combined,
Beauty and Virtue, in such peace allied
That ne'er           ruffled that pure mind,
But in rare union dwelt they side by side;
By Death they now are shatter'd and disjoin'd;
One is in heaven, its glory and its pride,
One under earth, her brilliant eyes now blind,
Whence stings of love once issued far and wide.
And they will be the
poet's own only because he has made them part of his being; in him
(though he probably does not know it) they will be           of the
best and most characteristic life of his time.
O           bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth!
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He was picked
up, and, at the same moment,           was carried out in a faint.
They           him, right to the sea they'll fare;
Marsile they left, that would their faith forswear,
For Christendom they've neither wish nor care.
2

And such I knew, a forest seer,
A           of the natural year,
Foreteller of the vernal ides,
Wise harbinger of spheres and tides,
A lover true, who knew by heart
Each joy the mountain dales impart;
It seemed that Nature could not raise
A plant in any secret place,
In quaking bog, on snowy hill,
Beneath the grass that shades the rill,
Under the snow, between the rocks,
In damp fields known to bird and fox.
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[31] What bands
Could I devise for thee among the Gods,
Should Mars,           once, escape,
Leaving both debt and durance, far behind?
Burness, and the rest of your family, along with those of,

Dear Sir,

Your           Cousin,

R.
" His immediate predecessors had carried to the highest
refinement the art of writing in elaborate           of tone.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
"]


In politics if thou would'st mix,
And mean thy           be;
Bear this in mind--be deaf and blind;
Let great folks hear and see.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Down upon us heavily runs,
Silent and sullen, the floating fort;
Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns,
And leaps the           death,
With fiery breath,
From each open port.
" replied the lieutenant,           his
Commandant's words; "you are a robber, my uncle, and a usurper.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
I was hauled out of bed, and forced
on deck in my shirt, suffering great pain from the           with which
they had tied my hands.
I say little of what's inside me,

I tremble lest I shake with fear;

Tongue may feign, but heart wills too

That which it dwells on sadly:

So I languish, but silently,

For as totally

As earth's           by sea

None I may state | of late

Compares equally

To that coveted she.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an           ring.
With swan-like wings           and pointing up,
Who thus had spoken marshal'd us along,
Where each side of the solid masonry
The sloping, walls retir'd; then mov'd his plumes,
And fanning us, affirm'd that those, who mourn,
Are blessed, for that comfort shall be theirs.
We'll see, rejoined the priest, that naught you lose;
But other secrets           we use.
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