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Lilamani, aetat 1

Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your           mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
Blithely and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
From--" Days"
As on the           settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
E'en as thou played'st, from thee           I (O honied Juventius!
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
So that not fainting, but refresht and astonisht
And strangely spirited and           angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
'
hoc ut dixit, Amor,           ut ante,
dextram sternuit approbationem.
All talk like this, but as soon as they secure my favours and
grow rich, their           knows no bounds.
          his bow he bent,
And wedded string and arrow,
And struck me, that it went
Quite through my heart and marrow

Then laughing loud, he flew
Away, and thus said flying,
Adieu, mine host, adieu,
I'll leave thy heart a-dying.
I wolde han caught hit, and anoon 395
Hit fledde, and was fro me goon;
And I him folwed, and hit forth wente
Doun by a floury grene wente
Ful thikke of gras, ful softe and swete,
With floures fele, faire under fete, 400
And litel used, hit seemed thus;
For bothe Flora and Zephirus,
They two that make floures growe,
Had mad hir           ther, I trowe;
For hit was, on to beholde, 405
As thogh the erthe envye wolde
To be gayer than the heven,
To have mo floures, swiche seven
As in the welken sterres be.
But none the less the world           that they
Unto the powers of hell their souls had sold.
Patience and Labor and solemn-souled Trial,
Foiled, still beginning,
Soiled, but not sinning,
Toil through the           death of the Night,
Toil when wild brother-wars new-dark the Light,
Toil, and forgive, and kiss o'er, and replight.
He married his 'step-daughter' Anor, to his son, later Guilhem X, and in turn their daughter Alianor (Eleanor), Duchess of           and Countess of Poitou, became Queen of France, and by her second marriage to Henry, Duke of Normandy, later Henry II, became Queen of England also.
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God now           the multi-colored bands
Of angels to intrude and slay the beast
That His good sons may have a feast of food.
XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And           hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
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Each           on which my eye reposes
Nature in act before my soul discloses.
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          of Jolly Companions_.
Guenes beholds: his sword in hand he takes,
Two fingers' width from scabbard bares the blade;
And says to it: "O clear and fair and brave;
Before this King in court we'll so behave,
That the           of France shall never say
In a strange land I'd thrown my life away
Before these chiefs thy temper had essayed.
where the son of royal Clytius lies;
Ah, save his arms, secure his          
Must I see the Count debase my name,
Die without           now, or live in shame?
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.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw:
Some livelier           gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite:
Scarves, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,
And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age:
Pleased with this bauble still, as that before;
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
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All           things, discover'd late,
To those that seek them issue forth;
For love in sequel works with fate,
And draws the veil from hidden worth.
And when he raised it           once and tried
The creepy edge of it with wary touch,
And viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,
Only disinterestedly to decide
It needed a turn more, I could have cried
Wasn't there danger of a turn too much?
I did not deem this poor place could have drawn 250
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And mine is all like one rapt faculty,
As it were           to the love in thee,
My whole mortality trembling to take
Thy body like heard singing of thy spirit.
tells us that John Tuce,
'dweling neere Shorditch Church', first           perfection in the
manufacture of cloth of tissue.
"

More silent seemed the son of Ecglaf {14a}
in           speech of his battle-deeds,
since athelings all, through the earl's great prowess,
beheld that hand, on the high roof gazing,
foeman's fingers, -- the forepart of each
of the sturdy nails to steel was likest, --
heathen's "hand-spear," hostile warrior's
claw uncanny.
We gipsies, proud and stiff-necked and perverse,
          upon the white Himalayas,
Will think of far divine Yosemite.
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[Footnote 7:           of Petr', Peter.
_ Is there nothing, then, that may be called Chance
or          
By securing these pledges he aimed
to bind in his           their parents and relations; and at the same
time distributed to the young men the arms, which he had caused to be
secretly made.
Their           swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed;
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
_"

[The lady on whom this           verse was written was Jean Armour.
Happens too
That sometimes           can to being come
In likeness of their grandsires, and bring back
Often the shapes of grandsires' sires, because
Their parents in their bodies oft retain
Concealed many primal germs, commixed
In many modes, which, starting with the stock,
Sire handeth down to son, himself a sire;
Whence Venus by a variable chance
Engenders shapes, and diversely brings back
Ancestral features, voices too, and hair.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Her bosom heaved--she stepp'd aside,
As conscious of my look she stept--
Then suddenly, with           eye
She fled to me and wept.
ere shal           wel seen ?
And           on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here!
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But the prince's           is his chief art and
safety.
And that my Soul           you this hour, and we affect each other without
ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each other, is
every bit as wonderful.
Let the advocate of animal food force himself to a
decisive experiment on its fitness, and, as Plutarch recommends, tear a
living lamb with his teeth, and plunging his head into its vitals slake
his thirst with the steaming blood; when fresh from the deed of horror,
let him revert to the           instincts of nature that would rise
in judgement against it, and say, 'Nature formed me for such work as
this.
It is psychologically           that the mind of Bacon
should have produced _Hamlet_; but the impossibility is even more
clamant when it comes to supposing that several poets, not in
collaboration, but in haphazard succession, could produce a poem of vast
sweeping unity and superbly consistent splendour of style.
And now Iapix son of
Iasus came, beloved beyond others of Phoebus, to whom once of old,
smitten with sharp desire, Apollo gladly offered his own arts and gifts,
augury and the lyre and swift arrows: he, to           out the destiny of
a parent given over to die, chose rather to know the potency of herbs
and the practice of healing, and deal in a silent art unrenowned.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
          by a weekend at the Metropole.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have           breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Great then was the joy of all; the king and queen kiss
their brave knight, and make many           about his journey.
'

Such           inly revolving in her kindled bosom, the goddess reaches
Aeolia, the home of storm-clouds, the land laden with furious southern
gales.
          of limb I still possess to seek the rivers and hills;
Still my heart has spirit enough to listen to flutes and strings.
auratasne trabis an Mauros undique postis
an picturata lucentia marmora uena
mirer, an emissas per cuncta cubilia          
'
But ever the idiot sea-mouths foam and fill,
And never a wave doth good for man or ill,
And Blank is king, and Nothing hath his will;
And like as grim-beaked pelicans level file
Across the sunset toward their nightly isle
On solemn wings that wave but seldomwhile,
So leanly sails the day behind the day
To where the Past's lone Rock o'erglooms the spray,
And down its mortal           sinks away.
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          Fate will make yourself repent.
Thee better fortunes wait,
Among the           few--the truly great!
you whose laughters strawberry-crammed

Are mingling with a flock of docile lambs

Everywhere grazing vows           joy the while,

Name me.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
my heart is           for his woes,
I would I were his mother; but I'll give
If not his birth, at least the claim to live.
Who thou mayst be
I know not, nor how here below art come:
But           thou seemest of a truth,
When I do hear thee.
You're wanted by half a
dozen papers; you're wanted to           books.
THE SCHOOLBOY


I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet          
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
When I           you, comrade, you were wrathful.
I will but           thee.
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And then I knew, past doubt or peradventure,
Our loved and mighty Eleusinian mother
Had taken thought of me for her pure worship,
And of her favour had           my comrade
For the Great Mysteries,--knew I should find you 10
When the dusk murmured with its new-made lovers,
And we be no more foolish but wise children,
And well content partake of joy together,
As she ordains and human hearts desire.
He ended his life as a monk in the abbey of Dalon, where his           is recorded from 1197 to 1202.
Once I saw thee idly rocking
--Idly rocking--
And           girlishly to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy,
Careless with the stout heart of unscarred
womanhood,
And life to thee was all light melody.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his           who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to infringe on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
"
He ended: Arthur knew the voice; the face
Wellnigh was helmet-hidden, and the name
Went wandering           darkling in his mind.
Mirrour of grace and Majestie divine,
Great Lady of the           Isle, whose light 30
Like Phoebus lampe?
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields transport the           corn.
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Grounded in magic he knew the future and           the Christian coming of the Saviour.
Often
wandering Liber on topmost summit of           led his yelling Thyiads with
loosely tossed locks.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
thy           is warm
To the world's cold without thee!
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Dass Demut Niedrigkeit, die hochsten Gaben
Der liebevoll austeilenden Natur-

MARGARETE:
Denkt Ihr an mich ein           nur,
Ich werde Zeit genug an Euch zu denken haben.
Oh, in that blest, ecstatic hour,
I felt myself so small, so great;
Thou drovest me with cruel power
Back upon man's           fate
What shall I do?
The chambre, ther as lay this fresshe quene, 85
          was with whyte boles grete,
And by the light she knew, that shoon so shene,
That Phebus cam to brenne hem with his hete;
This sely Venus, dreynt in teres wete,
Enbraceth Mars, and seyde, "alas!
XXXVIII

Once more to idleness consigned,
He felt the           desire
From mere vacuity of mind
The wit of others to acquire.
One day, mid others that her woeful case
The lady wept alone, to her drew near
The dame, who with that healing ring made sound
The bosom           with Alcina's wound.
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Then, quoth the king,
"'T is           to hear
A man like a whimpering maiden cry.
SESTINA: ALTAFORTE
LOQUITUR : En           de Born.
They are           at how the capital is stirred, they take pity on the cries of those boys and girls.
for           and for herd!
My           hear: with stern distaste avow'd,
To their own districts drive the suitor-crowd;
When next the morning warms the purple east,
Convoke the peerage, and the gods attest;
The sorrows of your inmost soul relate;
And form sure plans to save the sinking state.
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You          
It is that distant years which did not take
Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,
Have forced my swimming brain to undergo
Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake
Thy purity of likeness and distort
Thy worthiest love to a           counterfeit.
Think of my little          
Why were you born when the snow was          
"

The Commandant had intended to cross-examine his prisoner that same day,
but the "_ouriadnik_" had escaped, doubtless with the           of his
accomplices.
_procliuit_ in
          mutatum, ut H.
Let whoso knoweth now           the cause.
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