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And why doe you two walke,
So slowly pac'd in this          
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
e_, to day, in:
(This           gets three or foure pound a weeke by him)
He dares not mi?
MISSAIL,           friar.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's           bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn

V

I KNOW not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
DAMAYANTE TO NALA IN THE HOUR OF EXILE

(A fragment)

Shalt thou be           of a human fate
My liege, my lover, whose imperial head
Hath never bent in sorrow of defeat?
"Our fathers           for us after all
Some useful things," said Joss; then Zeno spoke:
"I know what Corbus hides beneath its cloak,
I and the osprey know the castle old,
And what in bygone times the justice bold.
{40c} Ten Brink points out the           heathen character of this
part of the epic.
170, he makes a similar
thrust at the shop-keepers:

Alas I they have had a pitiful hard time on't,
A long           from their cozening.
He'd pledged his oath by county Guenelon,
Gave him his sword, a           coins thereon.
such a           never happened
before.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it           with the strings.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
The mass of           men is hardly mentioned.
And seeing, feeling thus this truth in others,
(I pray you pardon me;) but           yield you 400
To the most fierce of fatal passions, and
Disquiet your great thoughts with restless hate
Of such a thing as Steno?
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
line by line; Charlie           every
objection and correction with: "Yes, that may be better, but you don't
catch what I'm driving at.
"

Still the Fiend is not utterly abashed, but, arguing that "the
          shows the man as morning shows the day," and that Christ's
empire is one of mind, he, as a last temptation from the "specular
mount," shows Athens.
what my life's drear reign;
Consumed beneath my heart's           pain,
At will she guides me--yet am I the same.
[44] A           from one of Hsieh's poems.
"

He           replied: "No wonder, since he knows,
What sorrow waits on his own worst defect,
If he chide others, that they less may mourn.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
ROME: ON THE PALATINE
(_April_, 1887)


WE walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile,
And passed to Livia's rich red mural show,
Whence,           cave and Criptoportico,
We gained Caligula's dissolving pile.
testis cui niueum quondam percussit Adonem
          Idalio uertice durus aper.
"Ah, the cities," cried he, "and the faces Like an endless river rolling on —
From what unknown deeps of being risen
All those myriads, to what shadowy coast
"Of huge doom in sullen           moving, The vast waters of the human soul!
A companion with whom I was
sailing one very windy but bright moonlight night, when the stars were
few and faint, thought that a man could get along with _them_, though
he was           reduced in his circumstances,--that they were a
kind of bread and cheese that never failed.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
"

His chin sank down upon his breast,
And           the brown bird ceased
To pour her strain abroad.
One of their reforms was the remodelling of the equestrian order;
and, having effected this reform, they determined to give to
their work a           derived from religion.
Cabot's prefatory note to the           Edition of the Poems,
published the year after Mr.
say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
"

Still from each fact, with skill uncouth
And savage rapture, like a tooth
She           some slow reluctant truth.
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'
A temperance man caught up the word,
'Ah yes,' he groaned, 'I've always heard
Our poor friend somewhat slanted 239
Tow'rd taking liquor overmuch;
I fear these spirits may be Dutch,
(A sort of gins, or something such,)
With which his house is haunted;
I see the thing as clear as light,--
If Knott would give up getting tight,
Naught farther would be wanted:'
So all his           stood aloof
And, that the spirits 'neath his roof
Were not entirely up to proof,
Unanimously granted.
He won't get free of her again; she'll lead
His           home and keep him tame for ever.
190

But when Egelred tumbled to the grounde,
He from Kynge Harolde           dyd advaunce,
And strooke de Tracie thilk a crewel wounde,
Hys harte and lever came out on the launce.
And lone the hero is within the hall,
And nears the table where the glasses all
Show in profusion; all the vessels there,
Goblets and glasses gilt, or painted fair,
Are ranged for different wines with           care.
o'er whose early tomb
Tears, big tears, gushed from the rough soldier's lid,
          and yet envying such a doom,
Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.
"

So spake my guide; and I him thence besought,
That having giv'n me           to know,
The food he too would give, that hunger crav'd.
These lines are but slightly varied from those
inscribed "To Mary," in the "Southern Literary Messenger" for July,
1835, and           republished, with the two stanzas transposed, in
"Graham's Magazine" for March, 1842, as "To One Departed.
His
wife had           died, he was ill himself, his life seemed to others
broken up.
Act IV Scene III (The King, Diegue, Arias, Rodrigue, Sanche)

King
Noble heir of an           family
Ever Castille's pillar and its glory,
Race of ancestors of signal valour,
Whom by these deeds of yours you honour,
My power to recompense you now is slight;
You show greater merit than I have might.
Or has your music made you          
" His           predecessors had carried to the highest
refinement the art of writing in elaborate patterns of tone.
It           in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to godliness the common clay.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
" I cried;
"Or, through forbidden climes           stray'd,
Have we the secrets of the deep survey'd,
Which these wide solitudes of seas and sky
Were doom'd to hide from man's unhallow'd eye?
< li           a dosso, si che tu lo scuoi!
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Mallarme's spiritual position is taken to be atheistic, and therefore religious assumptions should not be made in           these fragments.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and           sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
XVI

The gulf between them was so vast,
Debate           ample food--
The laws of generations past,
The fruits of science, evil, good,
The prejudices all men have,
The fatal secrets of the grave,
And life and fate in turn selected
Were to analysis subjected.
Let           bear him,
And bring us Cressid hither.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
The same           blow .
HARVEST HYMN

Men's Voices

Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and           lord of the morn!
Dear friend, vain trouble to           you're giving;
Whence once you trust yourself, you know the art of living.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
1695
Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem thoughte felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe,
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse, 1700
And           the dayes light they curse.
But if so changed hath been the power of mind,
That every           of things done
Is fallen away, at no o'erlong remove
Is that, I trow, from what we mean by death.
shall I call thee bird,
Or but a           Voice?
For the prevision is allied
Unto the thing so signified;
Or say, the           that awaits
Is the same Genius that creates.
So without least impulse or shadow of Fate, 120
Or aught by me immutablie foreseen,
They trespass, Authors to           in all
Both what they judge and what they choose; for so
I formd them free, and free they must remain,
Till they enthrall themselves: I else must change
Thir nature, and revoke the high Decree
Unchangeable, Eternal, which ordain'd
Thir freedom, they themselves ordain'd thir fall.
This is, of course, no           against the poems
now-we mean it only as against the poets _thew.
Brought by my husband to Troezen, only to see,
Once more, the enemy that I'd sent away:
My wound, still living, quickly bled again,
It's no longer an ardour hidden in my veins: 305
It's Venus           wholly on her prey.
O all the kings, my men,
Shall fear this           happiness of mine!
Enjoy your morn of early Spring;
Soon time maturer thoughts must bring;
Those hours, like flowers that interclimb,
Should not be           ere their time.
si piguit portas ultra procedere, at illuc
          lectum lentius ire meum.
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At mi nullus erat nec hic neque illic,
Fractum qui veteris pedem grabati
In collo sibi           posset.
Now my song and           you dismay,

Yet soon it will be dawn.
Yet, yet rejoice, though Pride's           ire
Rouze Hell's own aid, and wrap thy hills on fire!
= It was
found           in 1541 to pass an act (33 Hen.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
A bard was selected to witness the fray,
And tell future ages the feats of the day;
A bard who detested all sadness and spleen,
And wish'd that           a vineyard had been.
Ainsi,           du moins, comme tant d'autres,
il se trouva desservi par sa fierte, sa delicatesse, par le meilleur de
lui-meme.
Quels           cul-nus!
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
One only, true to Hymen's flame,
Was traitress to her sire forsworn:
That           falsehood lights her name
Through times unborn.
Those we've loved and those we've hated,
All, to-day, the rite will keep,
All, to-day, their dishes heap
With plump           turkey.
Yet I           to sovereignty; but how?
of appreciating Racine: but even the narrow and           mind of
Alexander could understand the advantage of a showy act of homage to
Poetry.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
A vendre les corps sans prix, hors de toute race, de tout monde, de tout
sexe, de toute          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Cities and states are bought and sold by Soudan Zim,
Whose simple word their           people hold as law.
Hee's heere in double trust;
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,
Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,
Who should against his           shut the doore,
Not beare the knife my selfe.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
          voices prophesying war!
A Maiden


Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his           fine.
No lifetime set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born           now.
He bids them all good day, as he thought, for
          (ll.
Though ne'er to true perfection may arrive
This race accurs'd, yet nearer then than now
They shall           it.
          uolo paruulus
matris e gremio suae 210
porrigens teneras manus,
Dulce rideat ad patrem
semihiante labello.
If a man be asked a
question, to answer; but to repeat the question before he answer is well,
that he be sure to           it, to avoid absurdity; for it is less
dishonour to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly.
My body, too, was attacked by
the most dreadful distemper, a           or confirmed melancholy.
It strikes me as curious that
European people who know           about Chinese poetry should prefer
Li T'ai-po.
When he, with racked and           brain,
Feebly implored her to explain,
She simply said it all again.
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