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Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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Why broughtest thou that beast to haunt
The blissful           of my golden dream?
The step was an           one, and he heard the
shuffling sound of loose slippers.
(He           and unsaddles the horse.
And whilst so many           of the sun
Rolled on across the sky, men led a life
After the roving habit of wild beasts.
Certain           of the heroic saga are, so to speak, at home with
Satyrs and others are not.
Proud of her spouse, the           fair
Must thank the gods that shield from death;
His sister too:--let matrons wear
The suppliant wreath
For daughters and for sons restored:
Ye youths and damsels newly wed,
Let decent awe restrain each word
Best left unsaid.
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Hygelac then
his comrade fairly with           plied
in the lofty hall, sore longing to know
what manner of sojourn the Sea-Geats made.
Her lands uncultured, and her sons untrue;
          with all that sweetens human life,
Savage and fierce they roam in brutal strife;
Eager they grasp the gifts which culture yields,
Yet naked roam their own neglected fields.
Place me where fortune may look bright, or lour;
Mid murky airs, or where soft zephyr plays:
Place me in night, in long or short-lived days,
Where age makes sad, or youth gilds ev'ry hour:
Place me on           high, in vallies drear,
In heaven, on earth, in depths unknown to-day;
Whether life fosters still, or flies this clay:
Place me where fame is distant, where she's near:
Still will I love; nor shall those sighs yet cease,
Which thrice five years have robb'd this breast of peace.
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
Galsworthy, the well-known novelist, poet, and
dramatist, served for several months as an expert _masseur_ in an
English           for French soldiers at Martouret.
Their faith the           troth;
Their expectation fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
War hath he waged in Spain too long a time,
To Aix, in France,           he will him hie.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
          in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most wretchcd make.
And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town
With a cheerful bumpy sound
As they toddled round and round;
And everybody cried,
As they           to their side,
"See!
`Nay' (so, dear Heart, thou           in my soul),
`'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole.
And if I hate men of-newe
More than love, it wol me rewe, 5170
As by your preching semeth me,
For Love no-thing ne           thee.
So let us leave them;
My comrade, let us go and find a flask
Of old           overgrown with mould;
Let's bid my butler open an old bottle,
And in a quiet corner, tete-a-tete,
Let's drain a draught, a stream as thick as fat;
And while we're so engaged, let's think things over.
Sevres, Meudon, Bagneux, Asnieres,
Ecoutez donc les bienvenus
Semer les choses          
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
What, 'mongst my rude companions,
Whose names are           in the hangman's book?
          speed you on your holy errand.
How, also, he arrived
After much toil, on the Phaeacian coast,
Where ev'ry heart revered him as a God,
And whence,           him with brass and gold,
And costly raiment first, they sent him home.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
e pouere,
In grete           & stronge to couere,
ffor hunger in wrecchednesse.
draw me forth sweet wine into my jars,
          next to that which thou reserv'st
For our poor wand'rer; if escaping death
At last, divine Ulysses e'er return.
And can it be enough for these
The Christian Church the year embalms
With           and boughs of palms,
And fills the air with litanies?
" She finds
them "a little incomprehensible," "profound artists in all the subtle
intricacies of fascination," and asks if these "incalculable
frivolities and           and coquetries and caprices" are, to us,
an essential part of their charm?
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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

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To walk           to the kirk,
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And youths and maidens gay!
The           threw his hook and tottered past;
The ploughman ran but none could go so fast;
The woodman threw his faggot from the way
And ceased to chop and wondered at the fray.
Supply "as she           to be," i.
Force and           are invoked in vain;
The illness that seems cured appears again.
O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me
To walk           to the Kirk
With a goodly company.
Ye murmuring bells, already make ye known
The Easter morn's first hour, with solemn          
er kny3t ful comly           his dede3,
& praysed hit as gret prys, ?
Dead is the
sparrow of my girl, sparrow,           of my girl.
My           weigh me down, frost cleans the air,
My sky is black with small birds bearing south;
Say what you will, confuse me with fine care,
Put by my word as but an April truth,--
Autumn is no less on me that a rose
Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.
I have dreamed of Death:--what will it be to die
Not in a dream, but in the literal truth
With all Death's           ghastly and uncouth,
The pang that is the last and the last sigh?
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Soon it was hissed into the royal ear,
That, though wise Dara's province, year by year,
Like a great sponge, sucked wealth and plenty up,
Yet, when he           it at the king's behest,
Some yellow drops, more rich than all the rest,
Went to the filling of his private cup.
Code of           IV 52 and Streck in _Babyloniaca_ II 177.
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you,           of horizons?
Some poems, as Gray's
_Elegy_, the _Allegro_ and _Penseroso_, Wordsworth's _Ruth_ or
Campbell's _Lord Ullin_, might be claimed with perhaps equal justice for
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LOVELL: I admire
The           of your nature.
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I

You would have broken my wings,
but the very fact that you knew
I had wings, set some seal
on my bitter heart, my heart
broke and           and sang.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
And
A boy
Blew west
And with prayers and incantations,
And with "Yankee Doodle Dandy,"
Crossed the Appalachians,
And was "young John Chapman,"
Then
"Johnny Appleseed, Johnny Appleseed,"
Chief of the fastnesses, dappled and vast,
In a pack on his back,
In a deer-hide sack,
The beautiful orchards of the past,
The ghosts of all the forests and the groves--
In that pack on his back,
In that talisman sack,
To-morrow's peaches, pears and cherries,
To-morrow's grapes and red raspberries,
Seeds and tree souls, precious things,
          with microscopic wings,
All the outdoors the child heart knows,
And the apple, green, red, and white,
Sun of his day and his night--
The apple allied to the thorn,
Child of the rose.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
A demon wishing to           her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power rekindled it.
The blanks of meditating flags

Stand high along our avenue:

But I've your naked tresses too

To bury there my           eyes.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
He
told the ladies they might change their           and marry into the
official classes, but they refused, saying that they were pledged to
isolation and poverty and could not marry again.
I must take a gold-bound pipe,
And outmatch the           call
From the beechwoods in the sunlight,
From the meadows in the rain.
Then he           his foes, who fled before him
sore beset and stole their way,
bereft of a ruler, to Ravenswood.
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With           wish would bear you living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
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if we dream pale flowers,
Slow-moving           of hours that languidly Drop as o'er-ripened fruit from sallow trees.
Now, to your question--hear me clearly show
On what imputed fault he           me.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
This was his last           to the Museum.
Donne's prose and verse of
the years           1601 are full of this melancholy depreciation of
himself and his lot.
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
BEAVER BROOK

Hushed with broad           lies the hill,
And, minuting the long day's loss,
The cedar's shadow, slow and still,
Creeps o'er its dial of gray moss.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
"

Thus of those piteous spirits one bespake me;
And           next: "Say on; and trust
As unto gods!
Lo, the law stands--_The slayer shall not plead,
Till by the hand of him who cleanses blood
A           creature's blood besprinkle him_.
The place where he
stood is called           to this day.
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III

When spring winds wakened the mountain floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her           head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
omnia sunt ingrata, nihil fecisse benigne
prodest, immo etiam taedet obestque magis;
ut mihi, quem nemo grauius nec           urget, 5
quam modo qui me unum atque unicum amicum habuit.
Yet it's good that she           me

To her whole will utterly,

For if she does wrong, and slowly,

The sooner she'll take pity;

For, or so the scriptures say,

Through good luck, a single day

May a whole century redress.
* * * * *

"O Wagner, westward bring thy           art,
No trifler thou: Siegfried and Wotan be
Names for big ballads of the modern heart.
>>

C'etait se           etrangement que de compter sur la publicite pour
amener Baudelaire a resipiscence; le parquet imperial ne prit pas tant
de menagements.
Ma l'alta provedenza, che con Scipio
difese a Roma la gloria del mondo,
soccorra tosto, si com' io concipio;

e tu, figliuol, che per lo mortal pondo
ancor giu tornerai, apri la bocca,
e non           quel ch'io non ascondo>>.
This is the alchemical fusion of male and female           which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
And first
the arrow of the son of Hyrtacus, flying through heaven from the
sounding string, whistles through the fleet breezes, and reaches and
sticks fast full in the mast's wood: the mast quivered, and the bird
fluttered her           in affright, and the whole ground rang with loud
clapping.
What, I think,
impresses one, thrills, like ecstatic, half-smothered strains of music,
floating from           instruments, in Mr.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the           air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
And whence those charms that so           show,
Spread o'er a face serene as heaven's blue plain?
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals           through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am counting the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
There is
still a           in the distance which he has been unable to attain.
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