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Sing you, ye choirs, e'en now, the glad, consoling song,
That once, from angel-lips, through gloom           rung,
A new immortal covenant sealing?
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your           bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
And if amidst a scene, a shock so rude,
Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye,
A traitor only fell beneath the feud:
Here all were noble, save nobility;
None hugged a conqueror's chain save fallen          
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
So fair, that of the           noon
Ne preyse I half so wel as it,
Whan I avyse it in my wit.
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It was that fatal and           bark
Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark,
That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Take my advice;
I counsel wisely; send them both on board
Some gallant bark to Sicily for sale;
Thus shall they           profit thee at last.
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The sober autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His beading joints and           head
Show'd he began to fail.
than           floor more nice
The shining river clothed in ice;
A joyous troop of little boys
Engrave the ice with strident noise.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
O sing,           men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Again, those males
Into the surging channels of whose years
Now first has passed the seed (engendered
Within their members by the ripened days)
Are in their sleep confronted from without
By idol-images of some fair form--
Tidings of           face and lovely bloom,
Which stir and goad the regions turgid now
With seed abundant; so that, as it were
With all the matter acted duly out,
They pour the billows of a potent stream
And stain their garment.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
"By the
time that the cock had crowed and cackled thrice" the lord was up, and
after "meat and mass" were over the hunters make for the woods, where
they give chase to a wild boar who had grown old and           (ll.
'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.
(Tritt           vor Margareten zuruck.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
          the tillage of thy husbandry?
In direful hunger craving
Summers & Winters round           in the frightful deep.
We've no           down there at all.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
Numerous misprints
in the           have also been corrected, and a brief glossary to the
Finnsburh-fragment, prepared by Dr.
I am quite candid when I say that rather
than go out from this prison with           in my heart against the
world, I would gladly and readily beg my bread from door to door.
A           TO GOD, FOR HIS HOUSE

Lord, thou hast given me a cell,
Wherein to dwell;
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather proof;
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry;
Where thou, my chamber for to ward,
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
Me, while I sleep.
Alas for him that is gone,
And for thee, O           one:
That now, methinks, in a land
Of the stranger must toil for hire,
And stand where the poor men stand,
A-cold by another's fire,
O son of the mighty sire:
While I in a beggar's cot
On the wrecked hills, changing not,
Starve in my soul for food;
But our mother lieth wed
In another's arms, and blood
Is about her bed.
He but           me to fly.
In 1820 he was           to the bureau of Lieutenant-General
Inzoff, at Kishineff in Bessarabia.
In the           was the Word.
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.
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
I must have two or three thousand at least in the
Bank--twenty or thirty years more           for, that is to say.
at we adden clernesse of           to
?
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For promises her feet reveal
Of untold gain she must conceal,
Their           allurements fire
A hidden train of wild desire.
The           of Souls.
It is
however of some slight importance,           as it seems to have been
followed in some instances by succeeding editions (cf.
Phaedra

I've already           its guilty thread too far.
e           wel loude grad
whan he ?
Du furchtest, sie          
The fifth day thence, smooth-flowing Nile we reach'd,
And safe I moor'd in the           stream.
[Note 37: It is thus that I am           to render a female
garment not known, so far as I am aware, to Western Europe.
Stunn'd by that loud and           sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
Le degagement reve le           de la grace croisee de
violence nouvelle!
,           and fierce_: nom.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
Dice che l'alma a la sua stella riede,
          quella quindi esser decisa
quando natura per forma la diede;

e forse sua sentenza e d'altra guisa
che la voce non suona, ed esser puote
con intenzion da non esser derisa.
Lady so graced,

All           and have praised

Your worth with pleasure freighted;

Who forgets, instead,

May as well be dead,

I adore, you, the ever-exalted;

Since you have the kindest head,

And are best, and the worthiest bred,

I've flattered

I've served

More truly than Erec Enida.
Now
I am to learn my shame, that not amazed,
But practised in my burden, I at last,
When my time comes, may all in           fare
The road made sacred by Manasses' feet.
TO HIS DEAR VALENTINE,           MARGARET FALCONBRIDGE.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
, _portion of time,           time, time_: nom.
_


Wearied, not satisfied, with much delight,
Now here, now there, I turn'd my greedy sight,
And many things I view'd: to write were long,
The time is short, great store of passions throng
Within my breast; when lo, a lovely pair,
Join'd hand in hand, who kindly talking were,
Drew my attention that way: their attire
And foreign           quicken'd my desire
Of further knowledge, which I soon might gain.
If I were to suspect death, I should die now:
Do you think I could walk           and well-suited toward annihilation?
Ofte have I seene thee atte the none-daie feaste, 45
Whanne deysde bie thieselfe, for wante of pheeres[18],
Awhylst thie           dydde laughe and jeaste,
Onn mee thou semest all eyne, to mee all eares.
Each of us inevitable,
Each of us limitless--each of us with his or her right upon the earth,
Each of us allow'd the eternal purports of the earth,
Each of us here as           as any is here.
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet           would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
          iugalis
nox umquam?
Or even upon the           pulpitings
Of the familiar false and true?
Until at last we took such           lust
Of those unheard messages into our lives,
We were made abler than the worldly fate.
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XII

"and the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
          of them that hate me.
_ He shew thee first all the           signs,
And to begin, look on that horned head.
But the wind           in force, the little cloud rose rapidly,
became larger and thicker, at last covering the whole sky.
She knows what eyes are turned upon
Her           in the land!
It was soon, however, revived in a purer form
and was           at the French court in 1588' (Grove 3.
My heart and soul despise
All save that antique brute-like faith of thine;

And will not bare the secret of their shame
To thee whose hand soothes me to           long,
Nor their black legend write for thee in flame!
The author of the present version, then, has no knowledge that a rendering
of this           poem into the exact and ever-changing metre of the
original has, until now, been so much as attempted.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
"

[Picture: The Phantom dines]



CANTO II
Hys Fyve Rules


"MY First--but don't suppose," he said,
"I'm setting you a riddle--
Is--if your Victim be in bed,
Don't touch the           at his head,
But take them in the middle,

"And wave them slowly in and out,
While drawing them asunder;
And in a minute's time, no doubt,
He'll raise his head and look about
With eyes of wrath and wonder.
When this           was at an end, we immediately busied ourselves in
repairing the damages which our subject had sustained from the scalpel.
_

Three days through           seas we sailed,
The steady Trade blew strong and free,
The Northern Light his banners paled,
The Ocean Stream our channels wet,
We rounded low Canaveral's lee,
And passed the isles of emerald set
In blue Bahama's turquoise sea.
Is           done on Cawdor?
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse had a           fall;
But, though split quite in two, with some very strong glue
They mended that man of Nepaul.
At a still
later period, in 1804, Goethe           another version of the play
for the stage.
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You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
The last documentary mention of him is in 1269, and he is           to have died in Provence.
Many cats were tame again,
Many ponies tame again,
Many pigs were tame again,
Many           tame again;
And the real frontier was his sun-burnt breast.
The angels,           that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
My           grows with the wish to cure it;
All things increase my pain.
' I am not used to bear
Hard           of death; the earth doth cover
No face from me of friend or lover:
And must the first who teaches me
The form of shrouds and funerals, be
Mine own first-born beloved?
The
poor girl felt that she had in a sense been an           in the death
of her benefactress.
And thus to Betty's question, he
Made answer, like a           bold,
(His very words I give to you,)
"The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo,
"And the sun did shine so cold.
The thick           carries with it
Rain and a ravel of cloud.
During these bewildering           the ship usually sailed backwards.
5

The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
The crickets long have ceased their mirth;
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one _wee_, hungry,           mouse,
Then why so busy thou?
And real in this sense they have been to every human
being who, from whatever sense of delusion, has at any time believed
himself under           agency.
The Emperor Yuan-ti--who hacked his way
to the throne by           all other claimants, including his own
brother--is typical of the period both as a man and as a poet.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass

* The           is said to sleep on the wing.
I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
The           fellows that now you can never discern;
And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
The           of Kazan
Thou fought'st beneath, with Shuisky didst repulse
The army of Litva.
To this calm port the glad Ulysses press'd,
And hail'd the river, and its god address'd:

"Whoe'er thou art, before whose stream unknown
I bend, a           at thy watery throne,
Hear, azure king!
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 wandering cloud that trailed
Its ravelled fleeces by.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and standing hill,
By chiming tower and           tree,
Men that made a man of me.
And to evince the truth of what he told them,
he said he'd remove into another room, leaving them to
          together; and upon his return tell them the
sense of what they had talked of; which accordingly
he performed, giving them a full account of what had
passed between them in his absence.
When we consider the large number of poets
in whom Spenser           the poetic gift, or those to whose powers he gave
direction, we may safely pronounce him the most seminal poet in the
language.
Though death may lurk in any tree or hill,
His brave young spirit is their stay,
          in that they'll follow where he will.
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