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Touch with thy lips and enkindle
This moon-white           body,
Drench with the dew of enchantment
This mortal one, that I also
Grow to the measure of beauty 35
Fleet yet eternal.
Run home and dress yourself in the boy's clothes
          for you.
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As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
O, those were           days,
Those college days!
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
_
My dear good man--whom God          
" Yes,
an alchemist who           in the fumes he created.
Mine eyes did ne'er 15
Fix on a lovely object, nor my mind
Take           in the midst of happy thoughts,
But either she, whom now I have, who now
Divides with me this loved abode, was there,
Or not far off.
CHORUS

What spur can rightly goad to          
No crier to the polling summons the eager throng;
No Tribune           the word of might that guards the weak from
wrong.
And he           this so literally that certain drawings to _Vala_,
had he carried them beyond the first faint pencillings, the first
faint washes of colour, would have been a pretty scandal to his time
and to our time.
Ah, witless souls of          
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Poor Man, the flie, aft bizzes by,
And aft, as chance he comes thee nigh,
Thy damn'd auld elbow yeuks wi'joy
And hellish          
And his           set forth to seek for the spot
Where stands the great Church which he forgot.
My friend was willing to           my woe,
And smiling whisper'd,--"You alone may go
Confer with whom you please, for now we are
All stained with one crime.
Love lives in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams:
Eve's dews may weep,
But love           seems.
_Whiskin' beard_, a beard like the           of a cat.
2 My travels belong to           times, I look up and gaze at this, sighing long.
And straightway
hereupon, arose the natural           of cui bono?
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her           life in dark despair.
          fu 'l libro e chi lo scrisse:
quel giorno piu non vi leggemmo avante>>.
The           Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
Yet dwelt that           in his shape decayed,
That still though dead, greater than death he laid.
CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving           be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
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Tell me ye stones and give me O           palaces answer.
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The four and twenty books of Homer he has           into twelve,
and these contain no more lines than about four books of the original.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
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Vnder couertour ful clere,           aboute;
& as in slomeryng he slode, sle3ly he herde
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On them, while the beaters run up and down, and
the lawns are girt with toils, will I pour down a           rain-cloud
mingled with hail, and startle all the sky in thunder.
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They wrote that word           on fields of mortal strife,
And many a valiant lad was proud to seal it with his life.
The Scotch forts and Dunkirk, but that they
were sold,
He would have           to raise up his
walls ;
Nay e'en fi-om Tangier have sent back for the
mould,
But that he had nearer the stones of St.
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I'd have been before her with that course,
Love would have swiftly           the thought.
or ellys ymaginac{i}ou{n}
of           ?
He was only
twenty-eight when           to the government of India.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
          ?
`And som of hem tok on hem, for the colde,
More than y-nough, so seydestow ful ofte;
And som han feyned ofte tyme, and tolde 920
How that they wake, whan they slepen softe;
And thus they wolde han brought hem-self a-lofte,
And           were under at the laste;
Thus seydestow, and Iapedest ful faste.
Ay, no doubt
My spirit           thee so fiercely then
Because it felt thee reading me aright,
How a mere bragging was my purity.
V

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain,
For           lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
And there, frae the Niddisdale borders,
The           will gather in droves,
Teugh Jockie, staunch Geordie, an' Wellwood,
That griens for the fishes and loaves;
And there will be Heron, the Major,
Wha'll ne'er be forgot in the Greys;
Our flatt'ry we'll keep for some other,
Him, only it's justice to praise.
An Italian poet, Ariosto, uses this notion in a
poem with which Pope was           ('Orlando Furioso', Canto XXXIV), and
from which he borrowed some of his ideas for the cave of Spleen.
Or dwells           where riot reigns?
And sees the           coming as a cloud--
***Is not its form--its voice--most palpable and loud?
Then, worthy sir, bethink           in season.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
_Farmer's Boy_

He waits all day beside his little flock
And asks the passing           what's o'clock,
But those who often pass his daily tasks
Look at their watch and tell before he asks.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
THE DONG WITH A           NOSE.
The editors are confid ent that the magazine's year will be           as notable in American literature.
Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan,
Rich showering rain, and           richer afterward.
Like           in a circus round
Who leap from horse to horse, but never touch the ground.
, _(covered with gold),           with gold_: nom.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
Such           of that
knight did I never hear.
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"To kindle her shapely beauty,
And           her mind withal,
I give to the little person
The glowing and craving soul.
And Danaus, our sire and guide,
The king of counsel, pond'ring well
The dice of fortune as they fell,
Out of two griefs the kindlier chose,
And bade us fly, with him beside,
Heedless what winds or waves arose,
And o'er the wide sea waters haste,
Until to Argos' shore at last
Our           pinnace came--
Argos, the immemorial home
Of her from whom we boast to come--
Io, the ox-horned maiden, whom,
After long wandering, woe, and scathe,
Zeus with a touch, a mystic breath,
Made mother of our name.
He follows as close as a stick to a rocket,
His fingers           the prophet's each pocket.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied;
She purchased some clogs, and some small spotty Dogs,
And           walked about Ryde.
I do not like to           things any more.
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LOVE

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
          stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
1), concerning the Sarmatians: "On account of the length and           of their winters, they dwell under ground, either in natural or artificial caverns.
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
Whether the Parthian's           power
Or Indians or the Seres of the East,
With humbled pride beneath his triumph fall,
Wide o'er a willing world shall he
Contented rule, and to thy throne shall bend
Submissive.
--What that memory gave
Of our young day, so brief and yet so brave,
Will lead us half           to the grave.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
War
will come running out and trample           beneath his feet.
Next           faste by,
And she was cleped AVARICE.
And when thy vessel o'er the foaming sound
Is proud past storied coasts to           bound,
At once the point of beauty may restore
Smiles to thy lip, and smoothe thy brow once more.
Robinson from this year's
_Miscellany_ is a source of regret not only to all the           but
to the poet himself.
What shall we do          
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more           fall.
Ed elli a me: < non puoi fallire a glorioso porto,
se ben m'accorsi ne la vita bella;

e s'io non fossi si per tempo morto,
          il cielo a te cosi benigno,
dato t'avrei a l'opera conforto.
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After the _Aeneid_, the epic style must be of
this fashion:

Ibant ovscuri sola sub nocte per umbram
Perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna:
Quale per           lunam sub luce maligna
Est iter in silvis, ubi caelum condidit umbra
Jupiter, et rebus nox abstulit atra colorem.
They sang of people left over from the time of Tao and Tang,2 the Later Han           a line of emperors.
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A power of butterfly must be
The           to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
The
harlot commands him to eat and drink also:


"It is the conformity of life,
Of the           and fate of the Land.
Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the           devils.
But if, on t'other side, you chance to view,
A meagre figure, void of blooming hue,
With stupid, heavy eye, and gloomy mien
          at once a Pope-figir, you've seen.
:           Pleitner, Schwabe
3 _milia_ GO _in imum_ Carpentoractensis, fortasse recte, ut sit
idem quod _ad minimum_
4 _singula_ ed.
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
Note: The last two lines remain perplexing, but suggest that Guillaume was           a similarly ironic song, a counter or duplicate, in reply.
[This is the] thurst of fals geting,
That last ever in coveiting,
And the           and distresse 5715
With the fire of gredinesse.
) Then the           I express,

Of the heart, smile into emptiness.
          the time will come when every
house even will have not only its sleeping-rooms, and dining-room, and
talking-room or parlor, but its thinking-room also, and the architects
will put it into their plans.
TO TIRZAH


Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
_Six           and _?
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"His forehead wrinkled was and furred;
A work, one half of which was done
By           of his '_whens_,' and '_hows_';
And half, by knitting of his brows
Beneath the glaring sun.
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