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For thee a           with thy Maker blest,
To sit enthroned above, in angels' vest
(Whose lustre gold nor purple had attain'd):
Ah!
Thy wife sends
This message to thee,--Have thou naught to do
With that just man; for I this day in dreams
Have           many things because of him.
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XXVI

BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Lo, we           say our will,
far-come men, that we fain would seek
Hygelac now.
IV


O Pan of the evergreen forest,
Protector of herds in the meadows,
Helper of men at their toiling,--
Tillage and harvest and herding,--
How many times to frail mortals 5
Hast thou not          
If any of my friends write me, my           is, care of Mr.
FEMMES DAMNEES


A la pale clarte des lampes languissantes,
Sur de profonds coussins tout           d'odeur,
Hippolyte revait aux caresses puissantes
Qui levaient le rideau de sa jeune candeur.
, was created
Duke of Gloucester and Earl of           in 1414.
say, what great occasion calls
My son from fight, when Greece surrounds our walls;
Com'st thou to           the almighty power
With lifted hands, from Ilion's lofty tower?
And now that the deed was securely done, in the night
When none had known her fate,
They           those that had striven for her, day by day:
"It is over, you come too late.
And by work I simply mean           of any kind.
The
          fate draws near which a fortune-telling Sabellian crone once
prophesied in my boyhood: "This lad neither dread poison nor hostile
sword shall take off, nor pleurisy, nor cough, nor crippling gout.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
[188] Julius Caesar, the           of Gaul, or France.
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And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
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We affirm there can be           Supremes, and
that one does not countervail another any more than one eyesight
countervails another--and that men can be good or grand only of the
consciousness of their supremacy within them.
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
All the music that is printed here, with the           of Mr.
After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
In blooming youth fair Simoisius fell,
Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell;
Fair Simoisius, whom his mother bore
Amid the flocks on silver Simois' shore:
The nymph           from the hills of Ide,
To seek her parents on his flowery side,
Brought forth the babe, their common care and joy,
And thence from Simois named the lovely boy.
Her lips and cheeks waxed rosy-fresh and young;
Drinking she sang: "My soul shall nothing want";
And drank anew: while soft a song was sung,
A           slow chant.
Through his brain
At once the griding iron passage found; [D]
Deluge of tender thoughts then rushed amain,
Nor could his sunken eyes the           tear restrain.
Baudelaire, like Flaubert,
grasped the murky torch of           once held by Chateaubriand,
Benjamin Constant, and Senancour.
At the rising of the Moon,

One after another,

His           drop down dead.
I am contented for I know that Quiet
Wanders           and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Parc-na-Lee.
LA VIE ANTERIEURE


J'ai longtemps habite sous de vastes portiques
Que les soleils marins           de mille feux,
Et que leurs grands piliers, droits et majestueux,
Rendaient pareils, le soir, aux grottes basaltiques.
With them Sicilia's bards, in elder days
Match'd with the           in poetic praise,
Though now they rank behind.
We grew in age--and love--together,
Roaming the forest, and the wild;
My breast her shield in wintry weather--
And, when the friendly           smil'd,
And she would mark the opening skies,
_I_ saw no Heaven--but in her eyes.
]


A clod with rugged, meagre, rust-stained, weather-worried face,
Where care-filled creatures tug and delve to keep a           race;
And glean, begrudgedly, by all their unremitting toil,
Sour, scanty bread and fevered water from the ungrateful soil;
Made harder by their gloom than flints that gash their harried hands,
And harder in the things they call their hearts than wolfish bands,
Perpetuating faults, inventing crimes for paltry ends,
And yet, perversest beings!
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
In 1610 the place had become neglected, whereupon commissioners were
appointed to reduce it 'into such order and state for the archers as
they were in the           of the reign of King Henry VIII.
However, I shall have this
advantage, and honour, on my side, that whereas, by their proceeding,
any abuse may be directed at any man, no injury can possibly be done by
mine, since a           character can never be found out, but by its
_truth_ and _likeness_.
O most           fiend!
A young man came to me bearing a message from his brother;
How should the young man know the whether and when of his          
I'm wrong, you didn't dance: your feet were fluttering

Over the surface of the ground, your body altering,

Its nature           that night to the divine.
Hall's _Horae Vacivae, or Essays_,           in
1646, had at once given him high rank among the wits.
His cristede beaver dyd him smalle abounde; 55
The cruel spear went thorough all his hede;
The purpel bloude came           to the grounde,
And at Duke Wyllyam's feet he tumbled deade:
So fell the myghtie tower of Standrip, whenne
It felte the furie of the Danish menne.
Is clusum lato patefecit limite campum,
Isque domum nobis isque dedit dominam,
Ad quam communes           amores.
: _sopironibus_ Voss:
_sponsionibus_ Heyse:           Peiper.
By what fearful design are you being          
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
"

"And then," interrupted the head of the Customs, "I'm a Kirghiz instead
of a College           if these robbers do not deliver up their ataman,
chained hand and foot.
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No           can recall them here,
Other ones with springtide may appear.
So with flowers, trees, birds and insects:--


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But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn           as long ago.
Then where are your          
Le chapeau a la main il entra du pied droit
Chez un tailleur tres chic et fournisseur du roi
Ce commercant venait de couper quelques tetes
De mannequins vetus comme il faut qu'on se vete

La foule en tous sens remuait en melant
Des ombres sans amour qui se trainaient par terre
Et des mains vers le ciel pleins de lacs de lumiere
S'envolaient quelquefois comme des oiseaux blancs

Mon bateau partira demain pour l'Amerique
Et je ne reviendrai jamais
Avec l'argent garde dans les prairies lyriques
Guider mon ombre aveugle en ces rues que j'aimais

Car revenir c'est bon pour un soldat des Indes
Les boursiers ont vendu tous mes crachats d'or fin
Mais habille de neuf je veux dormir enfin
Sous des arbres pleins d'oiseaux muets et de singes

Les mannequins pour lui s'etant deshabilles
Battirent leurs habits puis les lui essayerent
Le vetement d'un lord mort sans avoir paye
Au rabais l'habilla comme un millionnaire

Au dehors les annees
Regardaient la vitrine
Les mannequins victimes
Et passaient enchainees

Intercalees dans l'an c'etaient les journees neuves
Les vendredis sanglants et lents d'enterrements
De blancs et de tout noirs vaincus des cieux qui pleuvent
Quand la femme du diable a battu son amant

Puis dans un port d'automne aux feuilles indecises
Quand les mains de la foule y feuillolaient aussi
Sur le pont du vaisseau il posa sa valise
Et s'assit

Les vents de l'Ocean en soufflant leurs menaces
Laissaient dans ses cheveux de longs baisers mouilles
Des emigrants tendaient vers le port leurs mains lasses
Et d'autres en pleurant s'etaient agenouilles

Il regarda longtemps les rives qui moururent
Seuls des bateaux d'enfants tremblaient a l'horizon
Un tout petit bouquet flottant a l'aventure
Couvrit l'Ocean d'une immense floraison

Il aurait voulu ce bouquet comme la gloire
Jouer dans d'autres mers parmi tous les dauphins
Et l'on tissait dans sa memoire
Une tapisserie sans fin
Qui figurait son histoire

Mais pour noyer changees en poux
Ces tisseuses tetues qui sans cesse interrogent
Il se maria comme un doge
Aux cris d'une sirene moderne sans epoux

Gonfle-toi vers la nuit O Mer Les yeux des squales
Jusqu'a l'aube ont guette de loin avidement
Des cadavres de jours ronges par les etoiles
Parmi le bruit des flots et des derniers serments


ROSEMONDE

A Andre Derain

Longtemps au pied du perron de
La maison ou entra la dame
Que j'avais suivie pendant deux
Bonnes heures a Amsterdam
Mes doigts jeterent des baisers

Mais le canal etait desert
Le quai aussi et nul ne vit
Comment mes baisers retrouverent
Celle a qui j'ai donne ma vie
Un jour pendant plus de deux heures

Je la surnommai Rosemonde
Voulant pouvoir me rappeler
Sa bouche fleurie en Hollande
Puis lentement je m'en allai
Pour queter la Rose du Monde


LE BRASIER

A Paul-Napoleon Roinard

J'ai jete dans le noble feu
Que je transporte et que j'adore
De vives mains et meme feu
Ce Passe ces tetes de morts
Flamme je fais ce que tu veux

Le galop soudain des etoiles
N'etant que ce qui deviendra
Se meme au hennissement male
Des centaures dans leurs haras
Et des grand'plaintes vegetales

Ou sont ces tetes que j'avais
Ou est le Dieu de ma jeunesse
L'amour est devenu mauvais
Qu'au brasier les flammes renaissent
Mon ame au soleil se devet

Dans la plaine ont pousse des flammes
Nos coeurs pendent aux citronniers
Les tetes coupees qui m'acclament
Et les astres qui ont saigne
Ne sont que des tetes de femmes

Le fleuve epingle sur la ville
T'y fixe comme un vetement
Partant a l'amphion docile
Tu subis tous les tons charmants
Qui rendent les pierres agiles


Je flambe dans le brasier

Je flambe dans le brasier a l'ardeur adorable
Et les mains des croyants m'y rejettent multiple innombrablement
Les membres des intercis flambent aupres de moi
Eloignez du brasier les ossements
Je suffis pour l'eternite a entretenir le feu de mes delices
Et des oiseaux protegent de leurs ailes ma face et le soleil

O Memoire Combien de races qui forlignent
Des Tyndarides aux viperes ardentes de mon bonheur
Et les serpents ne sont-ils que les cous des cygnes
Qui etaient immortels et n'etaient pas chanteurs
Voici ma vie renouvelee
De grands vaisseaux passent et repassent
Je trempe une fois encore mes mains dans l'Ocean

Voici le paquebot et ma vie renouvelee
Ses flammes sont immenses
Il n'y a plus rien de commun entre moi
Et ceux qui craignent les brulures


Descendant des hauteurs

Descendant des hauteurs ou pense la lumiere
Jardins rouant plus haut que tous les ciels mobiles
L'avenir masque flambe en traversant les cieux

Nous attendons ton bon plaisir o mon amie

J'ose a peine regarder la divine mascarade

Quand bleuira sur l'horizon la Desirade

Au-dela de notre           s'eleve un theatre
Que construisit le ver Zamir sans instrument
Puis le soleil revint ensoleiller les places
D'une ville marine apparue contremont
Sur les toits se reposaient les colombes basses

Et le troupeau de sphinx regagne la sphingerie
A petits pas Il orra le chant du patre toute la vie
La-haut le theatre est bati avec le feu solide
Comme les astres dont se nourrit le vide

Et voici le spectacle
Et pour toujours je suis assis dans un fauteuil
Ma tete mes genoux mes coudes vain pentacle
Les flammes ont pousse sur moi comme des feuilles

Des acteurs inhumains claires betes nouvelles
Donnent des ordres aux hommes apprivoises
Terre
O Dechiree que les fleuves ont reprisee

J'aimerais mieux nuit et jour dans les sphingeries
Vouloir savoir pour qu'enfin on m'y devorat


RHENANES




Nuit rhenane

Mon verre est plein d'un vin trembleur comme une flamme
Ecoutez la chanson lente d'un batelier
Qui raconte avoir vu sous la lune sept femmes
Tordre leurs cheveux verts et longs jusqu'a leurs pieds

Debout chantez plus haut en dansant une ronde
Que je n'entende plus le chant du batelier
Et mettez pres de moi toutes les filles blondes
Au regard immobile aux nattes repliees

Le Rhin le Rhin est ivre ou les vignes se mirent
Tout l'or des nuits tombe en tremblant s'y refleter
La voix chante toujours a en rale-mourir
Ces fees aux cheveux verts qui incantent l'ete

Mon verre s'est brise comme un eclat de rire


Mai

Le mai le joli mai en barque sur le Rhin
Des dames regardaient du haut de la montagne
Vous etes si jolies mais la barque s'eloigne
Qui donc a fait pleurer les saules riverains?
' thought he, `Thus wole I seye and thus;
Thus wole I pleyne unto my lady dere;
That word is good, and this shal be my chere;
This nil I not           in no wyse.
A black night veils the hills, whence rising free
Thou took'st thy           flight!
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.
Stern critic, say not so:
         
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
In the           porch
The goats he tied, then, drawing near, in terms
Reproachful thus assail'd Ulysses' ear.
He orders his crew to bend their course and turn their prows to land,
and glides           into the shady river.
That other gallant lord is conqueror
Of           Rome, led captive by the fair
Egyptian queen, with her persuasive art,
Who in his honours claims the greatest part;
For binding the world's victor with her charms,
His trophies are all hers by right of arms.
          braucht es nicht voran,
Beisammen sind wir, fanget an!
Is that the
         
As dying now at Hector's feet he lies,
He sternly views him, and triumphant cries:

"Lie there,          
We pardon his
hyperboles for the evident           with which they are uttered.
XXXIV

Why didst thou promise such a           day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
He is the one           critic who is also a
poet, and thus he is the one critic who instinctively knows his way through
all the intricacies of the creative mind.
Joy to Admetus, Lord of          
HOLY THURSDAY


'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The           walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
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Perhaps he will die, and the           vow 1315
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Soft           through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
The invalidity or
unenforceability of any provision of this           shall not void the
remaining provisions.
One evening he took up a book,
And nothing in it read;
Then flung it down, and           cried,
"O!
Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en;
And I've a son, there is no prettier swain:
Baldwin, men say he shews the           strain.
And           we oblige you to make peace.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in           rows of steel:
"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
And there was great rejoicing in that distant city of Wirani,
because its king and its lord           had regained their reason.
The annual occasion once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as           to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
          fortune ou le but se deplace,
Et, n'etant nulle part, peut etre n'importe ou!
THE WALK

A Queen rejoices in her peers,
And wary Nature knows her own
By court and city, dale and down,
And like a lover volunteers,
And to her son will           more
And more to purpose freely pour
In one wood walk, than learned men
Can find with glass in ten times ten.
It was           and taken by Vespasian,
who sent six thousand of the prisoners to assist in cutting a passage
through the isthmus of Corinth.
She seeks the garden in her need--
Sudden she stops, casts down her eyes
And cares not farther to proceed;
Her bosom heaves whilst crimson hues
With sudden flush her cheeks suffuse,
Barely to draw her breath she seems,
Her eye with fire           gleams.
She watches the           stalk and counts.
Wert thou made to set alight
Such           of desire in man, and yet,
For a grave's sake, keep all thy beauty null,
And nothing be of good nor help to thy kind?
ai           & chid ?
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The words of the           old man seemed to have shaken Pugatchef.
Rodrigue
Chasing the harsh course of my           fate.
"He tried the Brocken business first,
But caught a sort of chill;
So came to England to be nursed,
And here it took the form of _thirst_,
Which he           of still.
His sister may have helped him, and he may possibly have gone mad
afterwards; but these painful issues are kept           in the shade.
THE LITTLE VAGABOND

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
'
A temperance man caught up the word,
'Ah yes,' he groaned, 'I've always heard
Our poor friend somewhat slanted 239
Tow'rd taking liquor overmuch;
I fear these spirits may be Dutch,
(A sort of gins, or something such,)
With which his house is haunted;
I see the thing as clear as light,--
If Knott would give up getting tight,
Naught farther would be wanted:'
So all his neighbors stood aloof
And, that the spirits 'neath his roof
Were not entirely up to proof,
          granted.
ere,
And           hym fast.
VII

A silent man whom, strangely, fate
Made doubly silent ere he died,
His speechless spirit rules us still;
And that deep spell of           mute,
The majesty of dauntless will
That wielded hosts and saved the State,
Seems through the mist our spirits yet to thrill.
Toll of a bell,
Stroke of a clock, the           of a rat
Affrighted me, and then delighted me,
For there was life--And there was life in death--
The little murder'd princes, in a pale light,
Rose hand in hand, and whisper'd, 'come away!
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