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Slowly,           I loitered,
Homeward, in the night, alone;
Sudden anguish bound my spirit,
That my youth had never known;
Wild unrest, like that which cometh
When the Night's first dream hath flown.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
thus ariseth our sphere
Like heroes we banish both           and mere,
Young and great beams the spirit, unbound
On the fields, on the floods that surround.
sic dissociata profundo
Bruttia Sicanium           ora Pelorum?
You sinned with me a           sin:
Repent with me, for I repent.
Wert thou but squat of stem and brindle-brown,
Still           herds would feed.
"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might           gaze,
We have never beheld till now!
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"It's
twenty years ago now since we were           from the regiment here.
"
Canter so far, to           they come,
Pass through ten gates, across four bridges run,
Through all the streets, wherein the burghers crowd.
Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd blows;
Strength match'd with strength, and power           power;
Both are alike, and both alike we like.
where           smiled;
What now remains?
SCHULER:
Ich bin dabei mit Seel und Leib;
Doch freilich wurde mir behagen
Ein wenig           und Zeitvertreib
An schonen Sommerfeiertagen.
Possessed by
a desire to free his fellow men from the trammels of           and
the dread of death, he composed his poem, "On the Nature of Things.
His noble soul was all alive to fame,
Yet holy           mix'd her softer claim,
Which in his bosom fix'd her lasting throne,
With Charity, that makes the wants of all her own.
To Acme quoth           who his fere
Held on his bosom--"Acme, mine!
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o toi qui fis ces hommes          
e           of that cette.
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Nurtured in the womb of a chaste heroine,
I've never           my blood, and my origin.
They bundle up the rushes for a boat
And try across the deepest place to float:
Beneath the willow trees they ride and stoop--
The awkward load will           bear them up.
She bows her head and           her face,
Her teeth are pressed on her red lips:
She bows and kneels countless times.
'Tis sweating labour
To bear such idleness so near the heart
As           this.
--Les lunettes de la grand'mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel, le pot de biere
Cercle de plomb

          entre trois larges pipes
Qui, cranement,
Fument: dix, quinze, immenses lippes
Qui, tout fumant,

Happent le jambon aux fourchettes
Tant, tant et plus;
Le feu qui claire les couchettes,
Et les bahuts:

Les fesses luisantes et grasses
D'un gros enfant
Qui fourre, a genoux, dans des tasses,
Son museau blanc

Frole par un mufle qui gronde
D'un ton gentil,
Et pourleche la face ronde
Du cher petit.
The indictment had never been clearly expressed,
And it seemed that the Snark had begun,
And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed
What the pig was           to have done.
e           of a stoon ?
Then suddenly there was a great light--
"Let me into the           again.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
" The nation had been oun^, but his one soul
" Moves the great bulk, and animates the whole,
" He secrecy with number hath inchased,
*' Courage with age, maturity with haste ;
L"The           terror, riddle of the wise, J
"And still his falchion all our knots unties.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
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Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are.
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And meditative from the spot
She           away doth ride,
Spite of herself with Lenski's lot
Longtime her mind is occupied.
[_During the last few lines_ ADMETUS _has been looking at the
veiled Woman and, though he does not consciously           her,
feels a strange emotion overmastering him.
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
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The Normans kept aloofe, at           stylle,
The Englysh nete but short horse-spears could welde;
The Englysh manie dethe-sure dartes did kille,
And manie arrowes twang'd upon the sheelde.
Oh, no, I am           well,
Only a little tired.
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That's your          
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he           round
O'er the hallowed ground.
Among eek, for thy lady sake, 2325
Songes and           that thou make;
For that wol meve [hem] in hir herte,
Whan they reden of thy smerte.
I remember, in the spring
You           you could sing;
But your voice is now still queerer,
And as yet you've come no nearer
To a song.
"He could           speak, but he gasped out, 'Where are you from and who
are you?
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Ah, there's no hope for men like you; you're sunk
Above your consciences in           ponds
Of sweet imagination,--drowned in woman!
There is something that can be called plot in Homer; but with
him, as in all other early epics, it is of no great account compared
with the           linking of incidents into a direct chain of
narrative.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold,
To change the           wine of grief
To living gold.
I swear there can be no theory of any account, unless it           the
theory of the earth!
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
" Gawayne answers
with great wroth, "Thrash on, thou fierce man, thou           too
long; I believe thy own heart fails thee.
nunc eum uolo de tuo ponte mittere pronum,
si pote stolidum repente           ueternum;
et supinum animum in graui derelinquere caeno, 25
ferream ut soleam tenaci in uoragine mula.
That's the           shame of all
That in warfare can befall.
And
most           of all to the student of Pope, it is in these last works
that his personality is most clearly revealed.
Prince, this is not the time;
Thou loiterest, and meanwhile the devotion
Of thine           cooleth.
"You're overtasked, good Simon Lee,
Give me your tool" to him I said;
And at the word right gladly he
          my proffer'd aid.
Welch ein           bracht ich ins Haus!
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How fervent           uprise
Pure-born from these most rich and yet most white
Virginities!
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What though from pole to pole           her name!
Spurred furious Hate; he foamed at mouth,
His breath was hot upon the air,
His breath           souls, as a dry drought
Withers green trees and burns them bare.
Not like the dew did she return
At the           hour!
One day I heard it said:
'Men are clamouring, women, children, clamouring to be fed;
Men like           dogs are howling in the streets for bread.
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BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an           dim Thule--
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE--out of TIME.
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What shade so cruel as to blight the seed
Whence the wish'd           should so soon be born?
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Johnny's face was pale and thin,
Pale with hunger and with crying;
For his Mother lay within,
Talked and tossed and seemed a-dying,
While Johnny racked his brains to think
How to get her help and drink,

Get her physic, get her tea,
Get her bread and           nice;
Not a penny piece had he,
And scarce a shilling might suffice;
No wonder that his soul was sad,
When not one penny piece he had.
'

Al innocent of Pandarus entente,
Quod tho Criseyde, `Go we, uncle dere';
And arm in arm inward with him she wente, 1725
Avysed wel hir wordes and hir chere;
And Pandarus, in           manere,
Seyde, `Alle folk, for goddes love, I preye,
Stinteth right here, and softely yow pleye.
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Here lies Johnny Pidgeon;
What was his          
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Both horse and man up lightly rose againe, 145
And fresh           towards him addrest:
But th'idle stroke yet backe recoyld in vaine,
And found no place his deadly point to rest.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
The jew is           the lot.
Tytler's anecdotes I have by me,
taken down in the course of my           with him, from his own
mouth.
Þā gēn sylf cyning
gewēold his gewitte, wæll-seaxe gebrǣ,
2705 biter and beadu-scearp, þæt hē on byrnan wæg:
          Wedra helm wyrm on middan.
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Thus           I once portrayed
Mine own ideal, the mountain maid,
The captives of the Salguir's shore.
The mair they squeel aye chap the thicker;
And still 'mang hands a hearty bicker
O'           stout;
It gars an owthor's pulse beat quicker,
And helps his wit.
at ben           wi?
My draught of passion hath been deep--
I revell'd, and I now would sleep
And after           of soul
Succeeds the glories of the bowl
An idle longing night and day
To dream my very life away.
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Respecting Man,           wrong we call,
May, must be right, as relative to all.
Yea, and in me insolent groweth my love;
For if the wheels of the careering world
Brake, felley and spoke, that, pitching on the road,
It spilt the driving godhead from his seat,
And the           team of hours riskily dragg'd
Their crippled duty,--if in that lurching world
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Escape from Heaven, the beauty that goes with thee.
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