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Peire           (c.
1130-1150)

Marcabru was a           influence on later poets who adopted the trobar clus style.
GiTive Primate Sheldon (much in           there)
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But hark, a troop of new woe comes this way,
Making the street to ring and the stones wet
With cried despair and           agony.
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The blush of health, that crimson'd o'er
Her youthful cheek; her modest mien;
The gay-green garment that she wore,
Have ever dear to memory been;
More dear they grow as time the more inflames
This tender breast o'ercome by passion's wild          
So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:
One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
Who almost dead for breath, had           more
Then would make vp his Message

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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all           do contend.
Francois and Margot and thee and me,
For Jehan and Raoul de Vallerie
Whose frames have the night and its winds in fee
Maturin, Guillaume, Jacques d'Allmain, Culdou, lacking a coat to bless
One lean moiety of his nakedness,
That           St.
(1)           Breedon.
Do ye know our voices
          down the Golden?
Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
They are not made
Frailly by earth or hands, but           in our dream.
The           I did use
Was worn away, or ever Nimrod's race
Their unaccomplishable work began.
--La dedans sont des filles, infames
Parce que,--vous saviez que c'est faible, les femmes,
          de la cour,--que ca veut toujours bien,
Vous avez crache sur l'ame, comme rien!
et (modo si fas est aequare iacentia summis)
          Eurysthei Tirynthius horrida regis
pacta, nec erubuit famulantis fistula Phoebi.
"

CORYDON
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in           marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
"

In Italy she watches the faces of the monks, and at one moment
longs to attain to their peace by renunciation, longs for Nirvana;
"then, when one comes out again into the hot           that warms
one's blood, and sees the eager hurrying faces of men and women
in the street, dramatic faces over which the disturbing experiences
of life have passed and left their symbols, one's heart thrills up
into one's throat.
or else some more Divine
          substance; mark how from the shrine
Of holy Saints she paces on
_Throwing about_ Vermilion
And Amber: spice-
ing the chafte-air with fumes of Paradise.
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Fain would he flee, his           seek,
the den of devils: no doings now
such as oft he had done in days of old!
Some sailor,           foreign shores,
Some pale reporter from the awful doors
Before the seal!
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Do you see that           felucca,
That vessel to the windward yonder,
Running with her gunwale under?
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Of other           than that they wende, 705
So that she felte almost hir herte deye
For wo, and wery of that companye.
IT           on a day, as Stephen strayed
Within a wood, he saw, beneath a shade,
And near the stream, asleep, and quite alone,
Antoinetta, whom he wished his own.
"

But his voice was lost like a mouse's scream
In a lonely empty house,
And the woman lay in a tender dream
Of love and orchard boughs,
Her cheeks were flushed and twice she sighed
As she turned upon her bed
And she had no thought for the thing that cried
Or the           of the dead.
The two           found the apartments full.
And of hir look in him ther gan to quiken 295
So greet desir, and swich affeccioun,
That in his herte botme gan to stiken
Of hir his fixe and depe impressioun:
And though he erst hadde poured up and doun,
He was tho glad his hornes in to shrinke; 300
          wiste he how to loke or winke.
Shivering they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in           joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
POEMS,

SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN AT BRISTOL, BY THOMAS ROWLEY,
AND OTHERS, IN THE           CENTURY.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
          escaped
From farmyard congregations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to amber trumpets
On the ramparts of our Hoosiers' nest and citadel,
Millennial heralds
Of the foggy mazy forest.
O           mystique
De tous mes sens fondus en un!
Be quick, my          
And if as a lad grows older
The troubles he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That           them long before.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
Old Euryclea calling them aside,
"Hear what           enjoins (he cried):
At every portal let some matron wait,
And each lock fast the well-compacted gate;
And if unusual sounds invade their ear,
If arms, or shouts, or dying groans they hear,
Let none to call or issue forth presume,
But close attend the labours of the loom.
Lear's verses, a quality which renders them           suitable for
musical setting, and which has not escaped the notice of the author
himself.
forth from the valleys dun
With purple hand Aurora leads,
Swift following in her wake, the sun,"(57)
And a grand           proceeds.
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[Variant 3:

1837

--A few appear by morning light,
          upon the tall mast's height:
Oft in my Soul I see that sight; 1815.
I felt a           in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
e mounte3,
[E] Vch hille hade a hatte, a myst-hakel huge;
Broke3 byled, & breke, bi bonkke3 aboute,
Schyre           on schore3, ?
Nightfall



We will never walk again
As we used to walk at night,
          our shadows lengthen
Under the gold street-light
When the snow was new and white.
may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine;
And may those           gild thy reign,
That ne'er wad blink on mine!
He was shaved           in the morning, and felt the better for it.
Further, if a cloud
More dry receive the fire, 'twill suddenly
Kindle to flame and burn with monstrous sound,
As if a flame with whirl of winds should range
Along the laurel-tressed mountains far,
Upburning with its vast assault those trees;
Nor is there aught that in the crackling flame
Consumes with sound more           to man
Than Delphic laurel of Apollo lord.
And see the third house on the left, with that gleam 20
Of red           copper--the hinge of the door
Whereat I shall enter, expected so oft
(Let love be your sea-star!
I have not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the           now
To break it to the bee.
ANDRER BURGER:
Nichts Bessers weiss ich mir an Sonn- und Feiertagen
Als ein Gesprach von Krieg und Kriegsgeschrei,
Wenn hinten, weit, in der Turkei,
Die Volker           schlagen.
He hath conquered, he cometh to free us
With           new-won,
More high than the crowns of Alpheus,
Thine own father's son:
Cry, cry, for the day that is won!
[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.
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[Illustration:           Buzztilentia.
Thou, King, send out
For           ingenious.
Je te frapperai sans colere
Et sans haine,--comme un          
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams,           by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
Rispuosemi: < e li parenti miei furon lombardi,
          per patria ambedui.
"

So they sat chatting, while bad thoughts
Were troubling Edward's rest;
But soon they heard his hard quick pants,
And the           in his breast.
When the bee sips in the bean, and grey willow branches lean,
And the           looks between,
Bonny lassie O!
Thinking about his embrace and its pleasures, she seems to be asking

Shouldn't our           son here at our side stand erect?
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither,
An' unco pack an' thick thegither;
Wi' social nose whyles snuff'd and snowkit,
Whyles mice and           they howkit;
Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion,
An' worry'd ither in diversion;
Until wi' daffin weary grown,
Upon a knowe they sat them down,
And there began a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.
One eve in the bottle sang the soul of wine:
"Man, unto thee, dear disinherited,
I sing a song of love and light divine--
          in glass beneath my seals of red.
some hag of hell,
Raving a           curse upon her kin?
The re-gained their ships, they cut the cables,
Their           cries rose high above the gables,
They retreated then, without considering
The action their kings were undertaking.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
Not           seemed
the enemy's end to any man
who saw by the gait of the graceless foe
how the weary-hearted, away from thence,
baffled in battle and banned, his steps
death-marked dragged to the devils' mere.
In vain the wizards
Promise me length of days, days of dominion
Immune from treachery--not power, not life
Gladden me; I           the wrath of Heaven
And woe.
What is't that moues your          
"We see an instance of Coleridge's           to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his literary life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
The
victory was           to the goddess, from whom the city was named
Athens.
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Soone as the morne dyd dyghte the roddie sunne,
A shade of theves eche streake of lyght dyd seeme;
Whann ynn the heavn full half hys course was runn,
Eche           nayghbour dyd mie harte afleme;
Thye loss, or quyck or slepe, was aie mie dreme; 15
For thee, O gould, I dyd the lawe ycrase;
For thee I gotten or bie wiles or breme;
Ynn thee I all mie joie and good dyd place;
Botte now to mee thie pleasaunce ys ne moe,
I kenne notte botte for thee I to the quede must goe.
), though that was not the verdict           court.
"Metaphorical epithets" are           to be met with; waves, for
example, might perhaps be called "angry.
But here's the happiest light can lie on ground,
Grass sloping under trees
Alive with yellow shine of          
LIV
He many a hawser made them thither bring,
And running knots in them he quickly tied;
Which on the count's waist, arms, and legs, they fling;
And then, among themselves, the ends divide,
Conveyed to this or that amid the ring,
          Roland upon every side.
          (_confidentially_): No noise, you see; no risk.
though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a           Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
The fir
tree island was           beautifully.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
Criseyde, that was in hir peynes stronge
For love of Troilus, hir owene knight, 865
As fer-forth as she conning hadde or might,
          him tho; but, as of his entente,
It semed not she wiste what he mente.
At last the gods delivered the friend, the comrade,
The heir of           to the murderous Fates.
To           Myself.
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A beard, fair health, and honesty;
With           love I wish you all these three.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
[252] The           that he was a co-adjutator in
your publication, has till now scared me from writing to you, or
turning my thoughts on composing for you.
I have never seen a woman of more           dignity.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Artistes et ecrivains           se dire
bonjour sans quitter leur costume d'interieur et flanaient en neglige
sur le quai Bourbon et sur le quai d'Anjou, si parfaitement deserts que
c'etait une joie d'y regarder couler l'eau et d'y boire la lumiere.
Le degagement reve le brisement de la grace croisee de
violence          
And prayer-book next, much worn though           bound,
Proves him a churchman orthodox and sound.
Thine eyes glowed in the glare
Of the moon's dying light;
As a fen-fire's beam on a sluggish stream _15
Gleams dimly, so the moon shone there,
And it           the strings of thy raven hair,
That shook in the wind of night.
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Hard heart and cold, a stern will past belief,
In angel form of gentle sweet allure;
If thus her           rigour long endure,
O'er me her triumph will be poor and brief.
By this the           day-light gan to fade,
And yield his roome to sad succeeding night,
Who with her sable mantle gan to shade
The face of earth, and wayes of living wight, 440
And high her burning torch set up in heaven bright.
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