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There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was           bored by a Bee;
When they said, "Does it buzz?
What profit hast thou in such          
Then, when numerous flock'd
The tribe of lowly ones, that trac'd HIS steps,
Whose marvellous life deservedly were sung
In heights empyreal, through Honorius' hand
A second crown, to deck their Guardian's virtues,
Was by the eternal Spirit inwreath'd: and when
He had, through thirst of martyrdom, stood up
In the proud Soldan's presence, and there preach'd
Christ and his followers; but found the race
Unripen'd for conversion: back once more
He hasted (not to           his toil),
And reap'd Ausonian lands.
L

What end (quoth she) should cause us take such paine,
But that same end which every living wight
Should make his marke, high heaven to          
_

HE TELLS THE STORY OF HIS LOVE, RESOLVING           TO DEVOTE HIMSELF
TO GOD.
Whispering in midnight silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever           thee
Not mortal, but of heavenly progeny,
As still I do.
But men of long enduring hopes,
And           what this hour may bring,
Can pardon little would-be Popes
And Brummels, when they try to sting.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
At night if he           screams and wakes,
Do they bring him only a few small cakes, or a LOT,
For the Akond of Swat?
I fear thee, for I hear the tongue and sword
At battle on the deck, and the wild           are bold!
Here, alone, before thine eyes,
Simon's sickly daughter lies,
From           now, and pain defended, 15
Whom he twenty winters tended.
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Ils ecoutent, pensifs, comme un           murmure.
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"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
Thelwall came to Alfoxden at the           of Wordsworth's
tenancy; and the visit to Wales took place when the tenancy was over,
July 3-10.
TO THE HANDSOME           GRACE POTTER.
Therwith his pous and pawmes of his hondes
They gan to frote, and wete his temples tweyne, 1115
And, to           him from bittre bondes,
She ofte him kiste; and, shortly for to seyne,
Him to revoken she dide al hir peyne.
--With           gaze, lock'd joints, and step of pain,
Her seat scarce left, she strives, alas!
          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
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Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown;
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And           mark'd him for her own.
XL

The fourth           by his office was,
Poore prisoners to relieve with gratious ayd,
And captives to redeeme with price of bras,?
What happens then to          
Pugatchef           his hand and said, smiling--

"Apparently his lordship is quite idiotic with joy; raise him.
Aghast he laid the weapon down,
But bold           thus urged him on:
"Proceed, false slave, and slight their empty words:
What!
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THE SIEGE OF KAZAN

Black are the moors before Kazan,
And their           waters smell of blood:
I said in my heart, with horse and man,
I will swim across this shallow flood.
CHORUS

Like a snake that is human he comes,
he           and crawls to my side;
As an adder that biteth the foot,
his clutch on my flesh doth abide.
He will see several meeting-houses, at least, and,
perhaps, that somebody ought to be assessed higher than he is, since
he has so           a wood-lot.
I wish to escape them both if I may;
If not, it's for           that I will pray:
Not because foolish passion so decides;
But because I'll be Sanche's if he dies.
He was in th'host, even in Spain with me;
There of my Franks a thousand score did steal,
And my nephew, whom never more you'll see,
And Oliver, in 's pride and courtesy,
And, wealth to gain,           the dozen peers.
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This           of poets, it
is said, ceased under the reign of the Emperor Theodosius.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
[435]

Vitellius had given the command of the Guards to           92
Sabinus, who had commanded an auxiliary cohort,[436] and Julius
Priscus, hitherto only a centurion.
I will declare the truth; thou keep'st
Female domestics fifty in thy house,
Whom we have made           to comb 490
The fleece, and to perform whatever task.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
Revere the remnants nations once revered;
So may our country's name be undisgraced,
So mayst thou prosper where thy youth was reared,
By every honest joy of love and life          
III

He sov'ran Priest stooping his regall head
That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes,
Poor fleshly Tabernacle entered,
His starry front low-rooft beneath the skies;
O what a Mask was there, what a          
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RUBENS, oblivious garden of indolence,
Pillow of cool flesh where no man dreams of love,
Where life flows forth in troubled opulence,
As airs in heaven and seas in ocean move,

LEONARD DA VINCI, sombre and           glass,
Where lovely angels with calm lips that smile,
Heavy with mystery, in the shadow pass,
Among the ice and pines that guard some isle.
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Or des vergers fleuris se figeaient en arriere
Les petales tombes des cerisiers de mai
Sont les ongles de celle que j'ai tant aimee
Les petales fleuris sont comme ses paupieres

Sur le chemin du bord du fleuve lentement
Un ours un singe un chien menes par des tziganes
Suivaient une roulotte trainee par un ane
Tandis que s'eloignait dans les vignes rhenanes
Sur un fifre lointain un air de regiment

Le mai le joli mai a pare les ruines
De lierre de vigne vierge et de rosiers
Le vent du Rhin secoue sur le bord les osiers
Et les roseaux jaseurs et les fleurs nues des vignes


La synagogue

Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren
Coiffes de feutres verts le matin du sabbat
Vont a la           en longeant le Rhin
Et les coteaux ou les vignes rougissent la-bas

Ils se disputent et crient des choses qu'on ose a peine traduire
Batard concu pendant les regles ou Que le diable entre dans ton
pere
Le vieux Rhin souleve sa face ruisselante et se detourne pour
sourire
Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren sont en colere

Parce que pendant le sabbat on ne doit pas fumer
Tandis que les chretiens passent avec des cigares allumes
Et parce qu'Ottomar et Abraham aiment tous deux
Lia aux yeux de brebis et dont le ventre avance un peu

Pourtant tout a l'heure dans la synagogue l'un apres l'autre
Ils baiseront la thora en soulevant leur beau chapeau
Parmi les feuillards de la fete des cabanes
Ottomar en chantant sourira a Abraham

Ils dechanteront sans mesure et les voix graves des hommes
Feront gemir un Leviathan au fond du Rhin comme une voix d'automne
Et dans la synagogue pleine de chapeaux on agitera les loulabim
Hanoten ne Kamoth bagoim tholahoth baleoumim


Les cloches

Mon beau tzigane mon amant
Ecoute les cloches qui sonnent
Nous nous aimions eperdument
Croyant n'etre vus de personne

Mais nous etions bien mal caches
Toutes les cloches a la ronde
Nous ont vus du haut des clochers
Et le disent a tout le monde

Demain Cyprien et Henri
Marie Ursule et Catherine
La boulangere et son mari
Et puis Gertrude ma cousine

Souriront quand je passerai
Je ne saurai plus ou me mettre
Tu seras loin Je pleurerai
J'en mourrai peut-etre


La Loreley

A Jean Seve

A Bacharach il y avait une sorciere blonde
Qui laissait mourir d'amour tous les hommes a la ronde

Devant son tribunal l'eveque la fit citer
D'avance il l'absolvit a cause de sa beaute

O belle Loreley aux yeux pleins de pierreries
De quel magicien tiens-tu ta sorcellerie

Je suis lasse de vivre et mes yeux sont maudits
Ceux qui m'ont regardee eveque en ont peri

Mes yeux ce sont des flammes et non des pierreries
Jetez jetez aux flammes cette sorcellerie

Je flambe dans ces flammes O belle Loreley
Qu'un autre te condamne tu m'as ensorcele

Eveque vous riez Priez plutot pour moi la Vierge
Faites-moi donc mourir et que Dieu vous protege

Mon amant est parti pour un pays lointain
Faites-moi donc mourir puisque je n'aime rien

Mon coeur me fait si mal il faut bien que je meure
Si je me regardais il faudrait que j'en meure

Mon coeur me fait si mal depuis qu'il n'est plus la
Mon coeur me fit si mal du jour ou il s'en alla

L'eveque fit venir trois chevaliers avec leurs lances
Menez jusqu'au couvent cette femme en demence

Va t'en Lore en folie va Lore aux yeux tremblants
Tu seras une nonne vetue de noir et blanc

Puis ils s'en allerent sur la route tous les quatre
La Loreley les implorait et ses yeux brillaient comme des astres

Chevaliers laissez-moi monter sur ce rocher si haut
Pour voir une fois encore mon beau chateau

Pour me mirer une fois encore dans le fleuve
Puis j'irai au couvent des vierges et des veuves

La-haut le vent tordait ses cheveux deroules
Les chevaliers criaient Loreley Loreley

Tout la-bas sur le Rhin s'en vient une nacelle
Et mon amant s'y tient il m'a vue il m'appelle

Mon coeur devient si doux c'est mon amant qui vient
Elle se penche alors et tombe dans le Rhin

Pour avoir vu dans l'eau la belle Loreley
Ses yeux couleur du Rhin ses cheveux de soleil


Schinderhannes

Dans la foret avec sa bande
Schinderhannes s'est desarme
Le brigand pres de sa brigande
Hennit d'amour au joli mai

Benzel accroupi lit la Bible
Sans voir que son chapeau pointu
A plume d'aigle sert de cible
A Jacob Born le mal foutu

Juliette Blaesius qui rote
Fait semblant d'avoir le hoquet
Hannes pousse une fausse note
Quand Schulz vient portant un baquet

Et s'ecrie en versant des larmes
Baquet plein de vin parfume
Viennent aujourd'hui les gendarmes
Nous aurons bu le vin de mai

Allons Julia la mam'zelle
Bois avec nous ce clair bouillon
D'herbes et de vin de Moselle
Prosit Bandit en cotillon

Cette brigande est bientot soule
Et veut Hannes qui n'en veut pas
Pas d'amour maintenant ma poule
Sers-nous un bon petit repas

Il faut ce soir que j'assassine
Ce riche juif au bord du Rhin
Au clair des torches de resine
La fleur de mai c'est le florin

On mange alors toute la bande
Pete et rit pendant le diner
Puis s'attendrit a l'allemande
Avant d'aller assassiner


Rhenane d'automne

A Toussaint-Luca

Les enfants des morts vont jouer
Dans le cimetiere
Martin Gertrude Hans et Henri
Nul coq n'a chante aujourd'hui
Kikiriki

Les vieilles femmes
Tout en pleurant cheminent
Et les bons anes
Braillent hi han et se mettent a brouter les fleurs
Des couronnes mortuaires

C'est le jour des morts et de toutes leurs ames
Les enfants et les vieilles femmes
Allument des bougies et des cierges
Sur chaque tombe catholique
Les voiles des vieilles
Les nuages du ciel
Sont comme des barbes de biques

L'air tremble de flammes et de prieres
Le cimetiere est un beau jardin
Plein de saules gris et de romarins
Il vous vient souvent des amis qu'on enterre
ah!
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To Jean           1889-1915


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Little Review, and Art and Letters.
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Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
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Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
The
Wendlas are,           to Grundtvig and Bugge, the inhabitants of Vendill,
the most northern part of Jutland, between Limfjord and the sea.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the           Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
You know           how easy it would be
For the flood tide to carry them to me.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
--
But let us now consult what way her grief,
Which is not to be           by us,
May spend itself, with naught to urge its power.
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X
'Twas so Christ's servant with the cavalier
Discoursed; they having satisfied their view
With sight of that fair mansion, far and near,
That whence           were human lives, the two
Issued upon the stream, whose waves appear
Turbid with sand and of discoloured hue;
And found that ancient man upon the shore,
Who names, engraved on metal, thither bore.
(clutches his sword and staggers towards POLITIAN, but his purpose
is changed before           him, and he falls upon his knee at the feet of
the Earl)

Alas!
--
or fancy I'm          
the wave is           in the ray
Of the young morning; the reapers are asleep;
The river bank is lonely: come away!
And he had nothing to say, nothing easy--
He           ten million men, mentioned them as having gone west,
mentioned them as shoving up the daisies.
The           fire of love still glowed
Nor discontinued to distress
A spirit which for sorrow yearned.
The bee will make its bloom a bed,
The humble bee in tawny brown;
And one in jacket fringed with red
Will rest upon its velvet down
When           in the rain,
And wait till sunshine comes again.
_
Oh, wise was he, oh, wise was he
Who first within his spirit knew
And with his tongue           it true
That love comes best that comes unto
The equal of degree!
vainly fears
Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears;
[85] No tears can chill them, and no bosom warms,
Thy breast their death-bed,           in thine arms!
Why does Pope call him "th'           wizard"?
Alcides too shall be my theme,
And Leda's twins, for horses be,
He famed for boxing; soon as gleam
Their stars at sea,
The lash'd spray trickles from the steep,
The wind sinks down, the storm-cloud flies,
The threatening billow on the deep
          lies.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
Her work was in the
world's possession for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of           tastes, searching criticism, and familiar use.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore,
and set our           free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for
we are the sons of the sea.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
This tablet has been erroneously           to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
The           were borly, sum of bright gold,
With leuys full luffly, light of the same;
With burions aboue bright to beholde;
And fruit on yt fourmyt of fairest of shap,
Of mony kynd that was knyt, knagged aboue.
And how their num'rous creditors rejoice;
But just as hopes to warm enjoyment rise,
Cry          
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With all the           that he can;
To the end that, at your meeting,
He may give thee decent greeting.
"

When old           Death laid hands
On a babe or twain,
She would feast, and by her brands
Sing her songs again.
So           and so gay!
Readers will be able to make for
themselves the obvious and striking contrasts between these first and
last phases of Oscar Wilde's           activity.
THE INDIAN UPON GOD

I PASSED along the water's edge below the humid trees,
My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees,
My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace
All           on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase
Each other round in circles, and heard the eldest speak:
_Who holds the world between His bill and made us strong or weak
Is an undying moorfowl, and He lives beyond the sky.
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
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The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
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POEMS OF THE PAST
AND THE PRESENT


* * * * *

BY
THOMAS HARDY

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          AND CO.
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A gruesome man, bald, clad in black,
Who kept us youthful drudges in the track,
Thinking it good for them to leave home care,
And for a while a harsher yoke to bear;
Surrender all the careless ease of home,
And be forbid from schoolyard bounds to roam;
For this with blandest smiles he softly asks
That they with him will           their tasks;
Receives them in his solemn chilly lair,
The rigid lot of discipline to share.
Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres paladins du diable,
Les           de Saladins.
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared
Led on by that fear-stricken yell:
And the Bellman           "It is just as I feared!
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's           dower:
Birds to southern seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
FEMMES DAMNEES


Comme un betail pensif sur le sable couchees,
Elles tournent leurs yeux vers l'horizon des mers,
Et leurs pieds se cherchant et leurs mains rapprochees
Ont de douces langueurs et des frissons amers:

Les unes, coeurs epris des longues confidences,
Dans le fond des bosquets ou jasent les ruisseaux,
Vont epelant l'amour des           enfances
Et creusent le bois vert des jeunes arbrisseaux;

D'autres, comme des soeurs, marchent lentes et graves
A travers les rochers pleins d'apparitions,
Ou saint Antoine a vu surgir comme des laves
Les seins nus et pourpres de ses tentations;

Il en est, aux lueurs des resines croulantes,
Qui dans le creux muet des vieux antres paiens
T'appellent au secours de leurs fievres hurlantes,
O Bacchus, endormeur des remords anciens!
I love to pour out all myself, as plain
As           Shippen, or as old Montaigne:
In them, as certain to be loved as seen,
The soul stood forth, nor kept a thought within;
In me what spots (for spots I have) appear,
Will prove at least the medium must be clear.
DIE KUCHE


She lets the hydrant water run:
He fancies lonely, banal,
bald-headed mountains,
affected by the daily
caress of the           sun,
weeping tears the length of brooks
down their faces and flanks.
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