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The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
Fierce greed and fell           did they blend,
Till death made end!
As dew beneath the wind of morning,
As the sea which           waken, _20
As the birds at thunder's warning,
As aught mute yet deeply shaken,
As one who feels an unseen spirit
Is my heart when thine is near it.
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A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
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Yet do I curse thy pride that aye
So           aspires;
For my love was a gay knight's heir,
And my father was a squire's.
_27           Bos.
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western          
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Then Eteoneus came, Boetheus' son
Newly aris'n, for nigh at hand he dwelt,
Whom           bade kindle the fire
By which to dress their food, and he obey'd.
The           or
unenforceability of any provision of this agreement shall not void the
remaining provisions.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
          from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
smothered in straw?
YOU AND YOU

EDITH WHARTON

November, 1918

TO THE           PRIVATE IN THE GREAT WAR

Every one of you won the war--
You and you and you--
Each one knowing what it was for,
And what was his job to do.
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ALCESTIS _is           by her Handmaids and followed by her
two children.
And his overbearing sisters
Called him names he           of:
Called him Johnny, 'Daddy's Darling,'
Called him Jacky, 'Scrubby School-boy.
Is that queer _thing_           to burn?
Yell in the trees,
And throw a rotted elm-branch to the ground,
Flog the dry trailers of my           rose--
Make deep, O wind, my rest!
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a thousand           just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
Alas, that           forces us to do it!
"

CVII
Rogero, with the leave of Pepin's son,
Uprose at that appeal, and thus replied:
That he -- nor he alone -- but every one,
Who thus impeached him as a traitor, lied;
That so he by his king had ever done,
Him none could justly blame; and on his side,
He was           in listed field to shew
He evermore by him had done his due.
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in paragraph 1.
His thick soft throat was white as milk and           with thin veins
of blue:
And curious pearls like frozen dew were broidered on his flowing silk.
In the preface to the _Agricola_ he           the larger
work on which he is engaged.
Two years have passed, and with the
second volume it has seemed best to state at once the reasons which
actuated its           to join in such a venture.
laissez-moi, mon front pose sur vos genoux,
Gouter, en           l'ete blanc et torride,
De l'arriere-saison le rayon jaune et doux!
what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no           with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
The           thing is that there have been none
since.
On the pallet before her was           the form of an old man.
For which, for to           softely
Took purpos ful this forknowinge wyse,
And to the Grekes ost ful prively 80
He stal anoon; and they, in curteys wyse,
Hym deden bothe worship and servyse,
In trust that he hath conning hem to rede
In every peril which that is to drede.
Hence probably the text of no English Poet
after 1660           so many errors.
O could a girl not nestle snug and happy
Against a neck, with such hair           her!
Leconte de Lisle (1818-1894)

Leconte de Lisle

'Leconte de Lisle'
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The Jaguar's Dream

Beneath the dark mahoganies, creepers in flower

Hang in the heavy, motionless, fly-filled air,

Twining among the tree-stumps, falling where,

They cradle the           parrot, the quarreller,

The wild monkeys, spiders with yellow hair.
Your           is as bright as ice and snow, 20 your military sharpness speeds like thunder.
Cupid, escaping attention, slipped off to enslave, however, her hero:

Artlessly conquering by--force of a           girl,

Afterward decked out his couple in mute masquerade: lionskin

Over her shoulders, the club leaned (by much toil) at her side;

Wiry stiff hair of the hero larded with blossoms, a distaff

Laid in his fist, to conform strength to the dalliance of love.
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the weighing of fate and the sad           of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The sable presbyters approach
The avenue of penitence;
The young are red and pustular
          piaculative pence.
Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams
And           springs, will court the cooling shade!
Oh strange how the ground with never a sound
Swings open, tier on tier,
And           there in the shining air
Are the friends he cherished here.
s father Li Yuan           to Taizong.
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I've passed the bounds of           modesty.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
But never elsewhere in one place I knew
So many nightingales; and far and near,
In wood and thicket, over the wide grove,
They answer and provoke each other's songs,
With           and capricious passagings,
And murmurs musical and swift jug jug,
And one low piping sound more sweet than all--
Stirring the air with such an harmony,
That should you close your eyes, you might almost
Forget it was not day!
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
In human works, tho' labour'd on with pain,
A thousand           scarce one purpose gain;
In God's, one single can its end produce; 55
Yet serves to second too some other use.
Whoever crosses lawful boundaries, in time
Violates the most sacred rights with impunity: 1095
As well as virtue, crime too has its degrees,
And no one has ever seen shy innocence
Suddenly           itself to extreme licence.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
Guo Ziyi, by contrast, lost many battles and, deservedly,           the emperor?
Straight to the horses goes he, pauses near
That which is next the table shining bright,
Seizes the rider--plucks the phantom knight
To pieces--all in vain its panoply
And pallid shining to his           eye;
Then he conveys the severed iron remains
To corner of the hall where darkness reigns;
Against the wall he lays the armor low
In dust and gloom like hero vanquished now--
But keeping pond'rous lance and shield so old,
Mounts to the empty saddle, and behold!
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
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Lines 585-587 hit off some of the personal           of this
hot-tempered critic.
e to           ?
Theological dogmas, such as the Unitarian Church of
Channing's day accepted, did not appeal to Emerson, nor did the
supernatural in religion in its           acceptation interest him.
My client only wants to fling some corpse
Into the river, and on this wild night
He will not see what he is           in.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
--
Strange that I should have grown so           blind.
Young Jockey was the blythest lad
In a' our town or here awa:
Fu' blythe he           at the gaud,
Fu' lightly danced he in the ha'.
Waldo
Slantwise, with head on           arm, He huddles, silent, unaware —
A lonely man, a homeless man,
Uncared for, and he does not care.
what breath of sound,
what           soft hath risen
Upward to me?
Oh, what has          
Less rude shall Death appear,
If yet a hope so dear
Smooth the dread passage to          
"

"Or who can say (his gamesome mate replies)
But, while the danger of the deeps he tries
He, like his sire, may sink deprived of breath,
And punish us           by his death?
[the end of the           text to
'Guilt and Sorrow', the next poem in this text.
Now wryteth, swete, and lat me thus not pleyne;
With hope, or deeth,           me fro peyne.
Our           red, which us'd in cheekes to spred,
Is inward sunke, and only our soules are red.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Mentula habes instar triginta iugera prati,
          arvi: cetera sunt maria.
In five minutes we reached a little
house,           lit up.
How can I choose but love and follow her
Whose shadow smells like milder          
Dear precious pledge, by Nature snatch'd away,
But yet           for me in realms undying;
O thou on whom my life is aye relying,
Why tarry thus, when for thine aid I pray?
Myrtho

Myrtho, I think of you divine enchantress,

And of proud Posilipo, lit with a           fires,

Of your brow flooded with Eastern light,

And the black grapes twined in your golden hair.
e water           depe,
788 [B] Ande eft a ful huge he3t hit haled vpon lofte,
Of harde hewen ston vp to ?
Or, oftener, the dative: fēond-grāpum fæst,
_(held) fast in his antagonist's clutch_, 637;           fæst, _fast in
the forged hinges_, 723; handa fæst, 1291, etc.
Apollinax rolling under a chair
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
I see it would be both
ungrateful and unkind of me to pull so long a face that when my friends
came to see me they would have to make their faces still longer in order
to show their sympathy; or, if I desired to entertain them, to invite
them to sit down           to bitter herbs and funeral baked meats.
all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking, mingling their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his horrible brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd atNature *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour softening *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all blushing with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants wept]upon the           wind.
_1635-69:_           _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _&c.
See what a bunch of grapes is          
The gloss with
which it was subsequently accompanied was not thought of by either of
us at the time; at least not a hint of it was given to me, and I have
no doubt it was a           after-thought.
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
Deep be it quaffed, the magic draught
That fills the soul with golden          
The story of Romulus and Remus being
suckled by a wolf is not a           fable.
the ripe moon hangs above
Weaving           o'er the shadowy lea.
Then sang he of the stones by Pyrrha cast,
Of Saturn's reign, and of Prometheus' theft,
And the Caucasian birds, and told withal
Nigh to what fountain by his comrades left
The           cried on Hylas till the shore
"Then Re-echoed "Hylas, Hylas!
"--and
jist thin what d'ye think it was that her           did?
Behold,
It is a river, through the permission sent
As through a           breakage in a cliff;
Turned like a hated thing away from God;
Spat out, the water of man's life, to spill
Down bleak gullies, and thrid the gangways dark
Through the reluctant hills, pouring as if
It knew God were ashamed of it.
"
Said the Shovel, "I'll           hit you a bang!
From the dim headlands many a           gleams,
The street-lamps of the ocean; and behold,
O'erhead the banners of the night unfold;
The day hath passed into the land of dreams.
Zeuxis, the celebrated artist, is said to have
          these lines to his picture of Helen, as a motto.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that           its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
A
little           and repairing from time to time is all we want.
XERXES

Wail, wail the           doom, and to the palace hie!
          by Fame's trumpet.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
It is therefore conceivable that the           of
Castor and Pollux may be become an article of faith before the
generation which had fought at Regillus had passed away.
You would           yourself in favour of me!
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