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How fairy-like a melody there floats
From their throats--
From their merry little throats--
From the silver,           throats
Of the bells, bells, bells--
Of the bells!
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Or if your life be one           treat,
If to live well means nothing but to eat;
Up, up!
Then ceased the music, and the little one
Was silent, with the           assembled
Hearkening; and when of Father and of Son
He spoke, the pastor's deep voice broke and trembled.
It was at this
time, 1326, that his merit procured him the friendship and           of
James Colonna, who belonged to one of the most ancient and illustrious
families of Italy.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
saepe pater dixit 'Studium quid inutile          
"What do these tea-boxes
and           with cuffs matter to me?
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The eggs of pheasants wry-nosed Tooly sells,
But ne'er so much as licks the           shells:
Only, if one prove addled, that he eats
With superstition, as the cream of meats.
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For many a window           with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents {Lowercase "world" mended to "World.
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The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"

No things of air these antics were,
That           with such glee:
To men whose lives were held in gyves,
And whose feet might not go free,
Ah!
THE SCHOOLBOY


I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet company!
Phantom assigned to this place by his brilliance,

The Swan in his exile is rendered motionless,

Swathed           by his cold dream of defiance.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
When the fray was done, _220
No remnant of the           faith
Survived to tell its ruin, but the flesh,
With putrid smoke poisoning the atmosphere,
That rotted on the half-extinguished pile.
"

          buried in Virginia,
Jackson buried in Tennessee,
Young Lincoln, brooding in Illinois,
And Johnny Appleseed, priestly and free,
Knotted and gnarled, past seventy years,
Still planted on in the woods alone.
I see plenteous waters;
I see mountain-peaks--I see the sierras of Andes and Alleghanies, where
they range;
I see plainly the Himalayas, Chian Shahs, Altays, Ghauts;
I see the Rocky Mountains, and the Peak of Winds;
I see the Styrian Alps, and the Karnac Alps;
I see the Pyrenees, Balks, Carpathians--and to the north the Dofrafields,
and off at sea Mount Hecla;
I see           and Etna--I see the Anahuacs;
I see the Mountains of the Moon, and the Snow Mountains, and the Red
Mountains of Madagascar;
I see the Vermont hills, and the long string of Cordilleras;
I see the vast deserts of Western America;
I see the Libyan, Arabian, and Asiatic deserts;
I see huge dreadful Arctic and Anarctic icebergs;
I see the superior oceans and the inferior ones--the Atlantic and Pacific,
the sea of Mexico, the Brazilian sea, and the sea of Peru,
The Japan waters, those of Hindostan, the China Sea, and the Gulf of
Guinea,
The spread of the Baltic, Caspian, Bothnia, the British shores, and the Bay
of Biscay,
The clear-sunned Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands,
The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America,
The White Sea, and the sea around Greenland.
aquae strepentis uitreus lambit liquor
          ductus irrigat riuus sata.
GETTYSBURG: A BATTLE ODE


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Victors, living, with           brow,
And you that sleep beneath the sward!
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" `Dispose your locks and deck yourself as she
Goes decked; and, as you can, with cunning heed,
Imitate her; then to the gallery
You,           with the corded stair, shall speed:
I shall ascend it in the phantasy
That you are she, of whom you wear the weed:
And hope, that putting on myself this cheat,
I in short time shall quench my amorous heat.
"





The Two Hermits




Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who           God
and loved one another.
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

Macb.
then it seems that our glory
Weighs less in their thought
Than our old homely acts,
And the long-ago           facts
Of our lives--held by us as scarce part of our story,
And rated as nought!
Friday night again and all my songs
         
_

L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des           bleus.
Broo, soup, broth, water; liquid in which           is cooked.
Love, on the contrary--Love--the true, the divine
Eros--the Uranian as           from the Diona an Venus--is
unquestionably the purest and truest of all poetical themes.
"

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          
[115] The Lacedaemonian prisoners from Sphacteria, so often           to.
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
He had this pint about him:
He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers MUST stop gittin' loans,
And git along without 'em:

That bankers, warehousemen, and sich
Was fatt'nin' on the planter,
And           was rotten-rich
A-raisin' meat and corn, all which
Draw'd money to Atlanta:

And the only thing (says Jones) to do
Is, eat no meat that's boughten:
`But tear up every I, O, U,
And plant all corn and swear for true
To quit a-raisin' cotton!
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
The Elene of Cynewulf,           into English Prose.
And when that I, by lengthe of certeyn yeres,
Had ever in oon a tyme sought to speke,
To Pite ran I, al           with teres, 10
To preyen hir on Crueltee me awreke.
Whet not your scythe,           of our Vice.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Ce fut
un succes--succes d'ailleurs prepare par la _Revue des Deux-
Mondes_ qui, en           un an auparavant quelques poesies de
Baudelaire, avait mis sa responsabilite a couvert par une note
singulierement prudente.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
My memory I'll educate
To know the one historic truth,
Remembering to the latest date
The only true and sole           youth.
Densities, growth, facades,
Strata of mountains, soils, rocks, giant trees,
Far-born, far-dying, living long, to leave,
          everlasting.
there are themes enough for many a bout
Of thought-entangled descant;--as to nerves--
With cones and           and curves
I've sworn to strangle them if once they dare
To bother me--when you are with me there.
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
XERXES

Right           they are!
393
To hir           she went in hast,
And of hire bedd ?
"

"No; is he a          
Call here thy congress of the great, the wise,
The hearing ears, the seeing eyes, --
Enrich us out of every farthest clime, --
Yea, make all ages native to our time,
Till thou the freedom of the city grant
To each most antique habitant
Of Fame, --
Bring Shakespeare back, a man and not a name, --
Let every player that shall mimic us
In audience see old godlike Aeschylus, --
Bring Homer, Dante, Plato, Socrates, --
Bring Virgil from the visionary seas
Of old romance, -- bring Milton, no more blind, --
Bring large Lucretius, with unmaniac mind, --
Bring all gold hearts and high resolved wills
To be with us about these happy hills, --
Bring old Renown
To walk familiar citizen of the town, --
Bring Tolerance, that can kiss and disagree, --
Bring Virtue, Honor, Truth, and Loyalty, --
Bring Faith that sees with undissembling eyes, --
Bring all large Loves and           Charities, --
Till man seem less a riddle unto man
And fair Utopia less Utopian,
And many peoples call from shore to shore,
`The world has bloomed again, at Baltimore!
That use is not           usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
It would be equally difficult to define           the
difference between the couplets of Pope and those of William Morris.
_("Lorsqu'a l'antique Olympe           l'evangile.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -- you're           dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
This, then, is the one who implores, as he           to silence,
A fanfare of glory.
[549] The de Noord channel carries the           waters of the
Maas and the Waal into the Lek a few miles above Rotterdam.
the man whose           art surpass'd
The sons of Greece!
She wrought this wonder to
bereave you of your wits, hoping to have grieved           and
affrighted her to death by means of the man that spoke with his head in
his hand before the high table.
"
Two early night-winged           together
Be-chase themselves from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
Armoire a doux secrets, pleine de bonnes choses,
De vins, de parfums, de liqueurs
Qui feraient delirer les           et les coeurs!
THE           OF MACBETH.
you would           have played us this trick
also before the people.
Was           contrast ever seen?
About the same time they           a large frog, spotted with green, and
with a sky-blue stripe under each ear.
Setz dir Perucken auf von           Locken,
Setz deinen Fuss auf ellenhohe Socken,
Du bleibst doch immer, was du bist.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
He remarks that, "with two or three exceptions, the imagery
differs in little more than the names and arrangements; and the
difference of arrangement in the Shield of           is altogether
for the worse.
Of          
The others have all           before, as have also the illustrations
to THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK.
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Quis deus magis anxiis
Est           amantibus?
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All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
And bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
Till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
Vesper, advancing, bade the           tell
Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.
" said
The Doctor, looking           grim,
"What, woman!
Shall we boast of empire, where
Time with ruin sits          
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how           I am
To -- no one that you know!
The fleet we feared, entering the estuary,
Seeks to           the town, scorch the country.
It's like the light, --
A fashionless delight
It's like the bee, --
A           melody.
With what           and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or heedless!
(1)           Breedon.
Let there be between our faces
Green turf and a branch or two of back-tossed trees;
Set firmly over           hearts
The deep unquenchable answer of the wind.
But then she's over           years old.
No numbers have counted my tallies,
No tribes my house can fill,
I sit by the shining Fount of Life
And pour the deluge still;

And ever by           powers
Gathering along the centuries
From race on race the rarest flowers,
My wreath shall nothing miss.
FAUST:
Hatt ich nur sieben Stunden Ruh,
          den Teufel nicht dazu
So ein Geschopfchen zu verfuhren.
Many of Thoreau's poems, including his translations from the
Anacreontics, are           in the "Week," "Walden," and "Excursions,"
and it seemed best not to reproduce them in another volume.
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the           covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and friendless 39

?
tte,
And she hym           wi?
"Mine be the fire about my feet, the smoke above my head;
So might I glow, a torch to show the path my heroes tread;
_My          
Let molten coin be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend and not          
Don' gimme none o' yo' sass;
Better sing one song for de Baptis' crop,
Dey's           in de grass, grass,
Dey's mightily in de grass.
But why then          
What           ways have women trod
At beckoning of Trade's golden rod!
"It is not
my vocation," he says, in his preface to his           Epistles, "to
undertake the defence of others.
Je ne puis plus, baigne de vos langueurs, o lames,
Enlever leur sillage aux porteurs de cotons,
Ni traverser l'orgueil des           et des flammes,
Ni nager sous les yeux horribles des pontons!
Now back to the castle, and let us gather our           men.
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