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But though my vigil constantly I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred           roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
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By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
When thou           this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
He sang:

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Lies under the Dark Mountains:
Where the sky is like the sides of a tent
          down over the Great Steppe.
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Countess no longer made the slightest           to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
[26]           from the Yangtze boatman's song:

"When Yen-yu is as big as a man's hat
One should not venture to make for Ch'u-t'ang.
The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit,
The Laos wide and fierce came roaring by;
The shades of wonted night were gathering yet,
When, down the steep banks winding wearily
Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky,
The           minarets of Tepalen,
Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh,
He heard the busy hum of warrior-men
Swelling the breeze that sighed along the lengthening glen.
"--

"O drunken not with wine,
Whose sins and sorrows have           the sum,--
Be not afraid, arise, be no more dumb;
Arise, shine,
For thy light is come.
Whispering in midnight silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever           thee
Not mortal, but of heavenly progeny,
As still I do.
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The Christmas Eve so bitterly!
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EROTICA ROMANA

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe





I

Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms--

As I am taught by my muse, carefully sort them in plots:

Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime,

Set here in happier years, tended with pleasure today.
But the matrons at first, dubious and
wavering, gazed on the ships with           eyes, between the wretched
longing for the land they trod and the fated realm that summoned them:
when the goddess rose through the sky on poised wings, and in her flight
drew a vast bow beneath the clouds.
And he made answer:
Simon, fear not;           thou shalt catch men!
And in a
manner           to the poverty in which he died was he buried.
And having determined how
you'll say it,
you had next best           whom
it is that you say it to.
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
Gēat-mecga lēod gilp           (_had fulfilled what he had claimed for
himself before the battle_), 830; nallas on gylp seleð fǣtte bēagas, _gives
no chased gold rings for a boastful speech_, 1750; þæt ic wið þone
gūðflogan gylp ofersitte, _restrain myself from the speech of defiance_,
2529; dat.
"

Ivan           approved of all his wife said, repeating--

"Look there, now, Vassilissa Igorofna is quite right--duels are
formally forbidden by martial law.
(Die Hexe, mit seltsamen Gebarden, zieht einen Kreis und stellt wunderbare
Sachen hinein;           fangen die Glaser an zu klingen, die Kessel zu
tonen, und machen Musik.
stealing through the canopy of firs,
How fair the sunshine spots that mossy rock,
Isle of the river, whose           waves
Dart off asunder with an angry sound,
How soon to re-unite!
'
And Edyrn moving frankly forward spake:
'My lord Geraint, I greet you with all love;
I took you for a bandit knight of Doorm;
And fear not, Enid, I should fall upon him,
Who love you, Prince, with something of the love
Wherewith we love the Heaven that           us.
First Moloch, horrid King besmear'd with blood
Of human sacrifice, and parents tears,
Though for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud
Their           cries unheard, that past through fire
To his grim Idol.
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I glanced in all the eyes and marked that some
Did glitter with a flame of lunacy,
And some were soft and false as feigning love,
And some were           with hypocrisy,
And some were overfilmed by sense, and some
Blazed with ambition's wild, unsteady fire,
And some were burnt i' the sockets black, and some
Were dead as embers when the fire is out.
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After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
When shame is born to this world of sorrow,
The birth is carefully hid from sight,
And the           veil of night
To cover her head they borrow;
Yes, they would gladly stifle the wearer;
But as she grows and holds herself high,
She walks uncovered in day's broad eye,
Though she has not become a whit fairer.
"I only would have leave to loose
(In tears and blood if so He choose)
Mine inward music out to use:

"I only would be spent--in pain
And loss, perchance, but not in vain--
Upon the           of that strain;

"Only project beyond the bound
Of mine own life, so lost and found,
My voice, and live on in its sound;

"Only embrace and be embraced
By fiery ends, whereby to waste,
And light God's future with my past.
Care never quits him, though the shifting barge
The king ascend, or nimble horse bestride:
This he           aye on prow or poop,
And bears behind him on his courser's croup;

LXXXVIII
Rather within his head or heart always
Care sits; whence every comfort is o'erthrown:
No remedy the wretched man surveys,
In that his enemies are in the town.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
In ways to greatness, think on this,
_That           all ambition is_.
Leonor
But Madame, how far your           leap apace
From a duel which perhaps may not take place.
The mighty chief,
atheling excellent,           sat,
labored in woe for the loss of his thanes,
when once had been traced the trail of the fiend,
spirit accurst: too cruel that sorrow,
too long, too loathsome.
"

It is not bird, it has no nest;
Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed,
Nor tambourine, nor man;
It is not hymn from pulpit read, --
The morning stars the treble led
On time's first          
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
We've no           down there at all.
Beneath the trees
Wilt thou lean all day, and lose
Thy spirit with the river seen
Intermittently between
The winding beechen alleys,--
Half in labour, half repose,
Like a shepherd keeping sheep,
Thou, with only           to keep
Which never a bound will overpass,
And which are innocent as those
That feed among Arcadian valleys
Upon the dewy grass?
For from this           ye shall discern
Better the acts and visages of all,
Than in the nether vale among them mix'd.
"

MENALCAS
"Boys, get your sheep together; if the heat,
As late it did,           us with the milk,
Vainly the dried-up udders shall we wring.
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The           of love I never may

Enjoy, if not joy of my love afar,

No finer, nobler comes my way,

From any quarter: near or far.
Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; 65
Now to the Baron fate           the field.
"

These reasons completely           me, and with great ardour I began
taking my lesson.
above all,
For the resurrection of deep-buried faith
In Truth--in Virtue--in Humanity--
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have           arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!
The dust           in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
Besides,
Sun with his heat draws off a mighty part:
Yea, we behold that sun with burning beams
To dry our garments           all with wet;
And many a sea, and far out-spread beneath,
Do we behold.
"

Thus           translated by Mr.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
LVII

And after this another vision saw,
In France, at Aix, in his           once more,
That his right arm an evil bear did gnaw;
Out of Ardennes he saw a leopard stalk,
His body dear did savagely assault;
But then there dashed a harrier from the hall,
Leaping in the air he sped to Charles call,
First the right ear of that grim bear he caught,
And furiously the leopard next he fought.
elden {and}           ?
Written By           On The Window

Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.
Trust me, I have not earned your dear rebuke,
I love, as you would have me, God the most;
Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost,
Nor with Lot's wife cast back a faithless look
Unready to forego what I forsook;
This say I, having counted up the cost,
This, though I be the feeblest of God's host,
The sorriest sheep Christ           with His crook,
Yet while I love my God the most, I deem
That I can never love you overmuch;
I love Him more, so let me love you too;
Yea, as I apprehend it, love is such
I cannot love you if I love not Him,
I cannot love Him if I love not you.
Such love in my heart I find,

Such joy and           mine,

Ice turns to flowers fine

And snow to greenery.
'Twould wake sad           in me.
Enowe of odhers; of mieselfe to write,
          whatt I doe notte nowe possess,
To you I leave the taske; I kenne your myghte
Wyll make mie faultes, mie meynte[31] of faultes, be less.
--The
metrical structure of this           poem is partly derived from Italian
models.
His nod was pleasure, and his full bow bliss;
How did his well-thumbed hat, with ardor rapt,
Its curve           to each rank adapt!
On revait bien des fois
Aux mysteres dormant entre ses flancs de bois,
Et l'on croyait ouir, au fond de la serrure
Beante, un bruit lointain, vague et joyeux murmure
--La chambre des parents est bien vide, aujourd'hui
Aucun reflet vermeil sous la porte n'a lui;
Il n'est point de parents, de foyer, de clefs prises:
Partant point de baisers, point de douces          
Should I not, fleeing idleness that's worthless, 935
Dip my javelins in blood more          
Each man is           by a master passion, and it
is the proper function of reason to control this passion for good and to
make it bear fruit in virtue.
Ce           aile, comme il est gauche et veule!
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"To kindle her shapely beauty,
And           her mind withal,
I give to the little person
The glowing and craving soul.
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"I see a horse and woman on it now,"
Said Gasclin, "and           also show.
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
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That meveth your foole eloquence,
That iangleth ever in audience, 7540
And on the folk areyseth blame,
And doth hem           and shame,
For thing that may have no preving,
But lyklinesse, and contriving.
Dwell           ye fair,
'Tis a boon to the loveliest given;
Perchance ye then may choose your home
On the earth or in heaven.
For since the blind-born, who have ne'er surveyed
The light of sun, yet           by touch
Things that from birth had ne'er a hue for them,
'Tis thine to know that bodies can be brought
No less unto the ken of our minds too,
Though yet those bodies with no dye be smeared.
Do you hear the clank of the          
Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected,
          Nature, torturing art;
Loves and Graces all rejected,
Then indeed thou'd'st act a part.
And other prodigies and           earth
Was then begetting of this sort--in vain,
Since Nature banned with horror their increase,
And powerless were they to reach unto
The coveted flower of fair maturity,
Or to find aliment, or to intertwine
In works of Venus.
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.
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Fear, Favour, or Affection--what are these
To the grim Head who claims our          
They'll suffer for it, the godless          
Cities of hell, with foul desires demented,
And           pleasures, hour by hour invented!
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