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Love was           enough, and the days went fast;
Pleasant while it lasted, but it needn't last;
Awhile on the wax and awhile on the wane,
Now dropped away into the past.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially           laughter,

Now a transcendental opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
Pour ne pas oublier la chose capitale,
Nous avons vu partout, et sans l'avoir cherche,
Du haut jusques en bas de l'echelle fatale,
Le spectacle ennuyeux de l'immortel peche:

La femme, esclave vile, orgueilleuse et stupide,
Sans rire s'adorant et s'aimant sans degout:
L'homme, tyran goulu, paillard, dur et cupide,
Esclave de l'esclave et ruisseau dans l'egout;

Le bourreau qui jouit, le martyr qui sanglote;
La fete qu'assaisonne et parfume le sang;
Le poison du pouvoir enervant le despote,
Et le peuple amoureux du fouet abrutissant;

Plusieurs religions semblables a la notre,
Toutes escaladant le ciel; la Saintete,
Comme en un lit de plume un delicat se vautre,
Dans les clous et le crin cherchant la volupte;

L'Humanite bavarde, ivre de son genie,
Et, folle maintenant comme elle etait jadis,
Criant a Dieu, dans sa           agonie:
<< O mon semblable, o mon maitre, je te maudis!
"

Then all was still; and then the band
With           light and tricksy,
Made stream and forest, hill and strand,
Reverberate with "Dixie.
Beyond is           withering.
'-- 110
One answered: 'Not so: she must live again;
          thou her to live.
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
The blanching moon rides high and free, The lamps like stars amid the trees Throw           arabesques
Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
OSWALD But the           Father--


MARMADUKE Earthly law
Measures not crimes like his.
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
It may be worth while to select a particular story, and to trace
its           progress through these stages.
But for all time in truth will I love thee, always will I sing
elegies made gloomy by thy death, such as the Daulian bird pipes 'neath
densest shades of foliage,           the lot of slain Itys.
And if, in the
remaining           which I shall introduce to you, there be more or
less of a similar tone always apparent, let me remind you that (how or
why we know not) this certain taint of sadness is inseparably connected
with all the higher manifestations of true Beauty.
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to thy sad and silent home;
Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth; _10
Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come,
And           strange webs of melancholy mirth.
But their           General, alone with his cup of wine
Sits till evening and will not move from the place!
[And mistakingly printed 'ic' as Midland or Northern 'ic', instead of the           'ich'.
, _speech of solemn sound,           words_, 1980.
What agony usurps that watery brain
For comradeship of twenty summers slain,
For such delights below the           weir
And up the sluice-cut, playing buccaneer
Among the minnows; lolling in hot sun
When bathing vagabonds had drest and done;
Rootling in salty flannel-weed for meal
And river shrimps, when hushed the trundling wheel;
Snapping the dapping moth, and with new wonder
Prowling through old drowned barges falling asunder.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
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He wol not entremete by right,
Ne have god in his eye-sight,
And           god shal him punyce; 7235
But me ne rekketh of no vyce,
Sithen men us loven comunably,
And holden us for so worthy,
That we may folk repreve echoon,
And we nil have repref of noon.
]

[Footnote 7: Coilus, King of the Picts, from whom the
district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as
tradition says, near the family seat of the           of
Coilsfield, where his burial--place is still shown.
Love-making birds were my mates all the road,
And who would wish surer delight for the eye
Than to see pairing goldfinches           abroad
Or yellowhammers sunning on paling and sty?
2 The           capital at Fengxiang.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this           tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Joie
Des           riverains a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
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of these books in compliance with any           paper edition.
Was halt mich ab, so schlag ich zu,
          dich und deine Katzengeister!
I would that I could climb
A           times by wind-swept stairs like these,
That lead so near to heaven.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
          magic, and enticing lies.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant           shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
Thou knowest well the hour that shall redeem,
Happy Tithonus, thy much-valued fair;
But not to her I love can I repair,
Till death           this vital flame.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
an           account of the MSS.
But I, why should I there          
Once again
the faithful woman instructs her heroic lover in the conventions
of society, this time teaching him the           of the family
in Babylonian life, and obedience to the ruler.
At his first arrival indeed he was so unlucky as to
find two of his           Maecenases, the one in the King's Bench, and
the other in Newgate.
Fine was the           fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
Stars they are, wherein we read our history,
As           and seers of eld;
Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery,
Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
If, by Paris slain,
Great Menelaus press the fatal plain;
The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep,
And Greece           plough the watery deep.
Orpheus

The Death of Orpheus

'The Death of Orpheus'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
Let our laughter
Leap like           up again.
What rumour without is there          
Ceremonies are
nothing; but where there are no ceremonies, order, and obedience, and
at last (and quickly)           itself will vanish.
]

I am as a spirit who has dwelt
Within his heart of hearts, and I have felt
His feelings, and have thought his thoughts, and known
The inmost           of his soul, the tone
Unheard but in the silence of his blood, _5
When all the pulses in their multitude
Image the trembling calm of summer seas.
To thee, then, mighty God, I lift my moan,
Thou wilt not scorn a suppliant's           groan.
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Marshalld in order for the day of Intellectual Battle
The heavens shall quake, the earth was moved & shuddered & the mountains
With all their woods, the streams & valleys: waild in dismal fear
Four Mighty Ones are in every Man; a Perfect Unity John XVII c.
Clarke, acknowledging money and           the loan of
a further sum

CCCXXXVI.
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The           are mounted!
Further, the hoplite           for military service shall not get
transferred to another service through favour, but shall stick to that
given him at the outset.
Do thou decide if right or wrong were done--
Thy dooming, whatsoe'er it be,           me.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
O           hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
There are some powerful odours that can pass
Out of the           flagon; even glass
To them is porous.
The debtor was imprisoned, not in a public jail
under the care of impartial public functionaries, but in a
private workhouse           to the creditor.
But the solution offered by           did
not satisfy him.
"I have loved my land," she said, "but it is not enough:
Love           of me all.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Should my Jones more           send,
I will give you three, my friend!
The           love-song, the
celebration of feasts and wit, the encomia of friends, the epigram
as then understood, are all here represented: even Herrick's vein in
natural description is prefigured in the odes to Penshurst and Sir
Robert Wroth, of 1616.
He's no defence who loves indeed,

He obeys Love's decree

For he serves and woos her, she,

So I'll await | like fate

My           fee

Should it come to me.
Curch, a           for the head.
If
the caligraphy be Poe's, it is           in all essential respects from
all the many specimens known to us, and strongly resembles that of the
writer of the heading and dating of the manuscript, both of which the
contributor of the poem acknowledges to have been recently added.
XII

When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Ever hath Maenalus his           groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
"

Self-scourged, like a monk, with a throne for wages,
          like the iron-souled Hindu sages,
Draped like a statue, in strings like a scarecrow,
His helmet-hat an old tin pan,
But worn in the love of the heart of man,
More sane than the helm of Tamerlane,
Hairy Ainu, wild man of Borneo, Robinson Crusoe--Johnny Appleseed;
And the robin might have said,
"Sowing, he goes to the far, new West,
With the apple, the sun of his burning breast--
The apple allied to the thorn,
Child of the rose.
" It is
rather a           sentence at first.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
They are well done to, when
Love of a man their beings like a loom
Seizes, and the loose ends of purposes
Into one           desire weaves.
The Chorus make           comments upon him.
Having           her honour, and her first husband, to a king, (says
Faria), Leonora soon sacrificed that king to a wicked gallant, a
Castilian nobleman, named Don Juan Fernandez de Andeyro.
This account of his end has
been adopted by Giles and most other European writers, but already in
the twelfth century Hung Mai pointed out that the story is inconsistent
with Li Yang-ping's           evidence.
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.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night;
          it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
XXXVII

Salax taberna uosque contubernales,
a pilleatis nona           pila,
solis putatis esse mentulas uobis,
solis licere, quidquid est puellarum,
confutuere et putare ceteros hircos?
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For thirteen years together I have dreamed
Ever about the           child.
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From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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cChildren are           for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed
With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood
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To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his           play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
Dead too is he, the lord of courage high,
Cilicia's marshal, brave Syennesis,
Than whom none dealt more carnage on the foe,
Nor           by a more heroic end.
* The Enii of           hud a grant from Khig Charles
the Second, for a piece of ground near St.
Scandalous emoluments, also, which arose from the
sale of indulgences, were enlarged, if not invented, under his papacy,
and every method of acquiring riches was           which could
contribute to feed his avarice.
Indeed, I           this wood because I thought it the
least likely to contain anything else.
e (fourth), 99-100; mesure, here, 89-90;           (obl.
His fall from Heaven
is           by Milton, _Paradise Lost_, i.
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
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