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Four maned lions hale
The           wheels; solemn their toothed maws,
Their surly eyes brow-hidden, heavy paws
Uplifted drowsily, and nervy tails
Cowering their tawny brushes.
We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of           radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
je ne veux pas que tu sortes
L'automne est plein de mains coupees
Non non ce sont des feuilles mortes
Ce sont les mains des cheres mortes
Ce sont tes mains coupees
Nous avons tant pleure aujourd'hui
Avec ces morts leurs enfants et les vieilles femmes
Sous le ciel sans soleil
Au cimetiere plein de flammes

Puis dans le vent nous nous en retournames

A nos pieds roulaient des chataignes
Dont les bogues etaient
Comme le coeur blesse de la madone
Dont on doute si elle eut la peau
Couleur des           d'automne


Les sapins

Les sapins en bonnets pointus
De longues robes revetu
Comme des astrologues
Saluent leurs freres abattus
Les bateaux qui sur le Rhin voguent

Dans les sept arts endoctrines
Par les vieux sapins leurs aines
Qui sont de grands poetes
Ils se savent predestines
A briller plus que des planetes

A briller doucement changes
En etoiles et enneiges
Aux Noels bienheureuses
Fetes des sapins ensonges
Aux longues branches langoureuses

Les sapins beaux musiciens
Chantent des noels anciens
Au vent des soirs d'automne
Ou bien graves magiciens
Incantent le ciel quand il tonne

Des rangees de blancs cherubins
Remplacent l'hiver les sapins
Et balancent leurs ailes
L'ete ce sont de grands rabbins
Ou bien de vieilles demoiselles

Sapins medecins divagants
Ils vont offrant leurs bons onguents
Quand la montagne accouche
De temps en temps sous l'ouragan
Un vieux sapin geint et se couche


Les femmes

Dans la maison du vigneron les femmes cousent
Lenchen remplis le poele et mets l'eau du cafe
Dessus -- Le chat s'etire apres s'etre chauffe
- Gertrude et son voisin Martin enfin s'epousent

Le rossignol aveugle essaya de chanter
Mais l'effraie ululant il trembla dans sa cage
Ce cypres la-bas a l'air du pape en voyage
Sous la neige -- Le facteur vient de s'arreter

Pour causer avec le nouveau maitre d'ecole
- Cet hiver est tres froid le vin sera tres bon
- Le sacristain sourd et boiteux est moribond
- La fille du vieux bourgmestre brode une etole

Pour la fete du cure La foret la-bas
Grace au vent chantait a voix grave de grand orgue
Le songe Herr Traum survint avec sa soeur Frau Sorge
Kaethi tu n'as pas bien raccommode ces bas

- Apporte le cafe le beurre et les tartines
La marmelade le saindoux un pot de lait
- Encore un peu de cafe Lenchen s'il te plait
- On dirait que le vent dit des phrases latines

- Encore un peu de cafe Lenchen s'il te plait
- Lotte es-tu triste O petit coeur -- Je crois qu'elle aime
- Dieu garde -- Pour ma part je n'aime que moi-meme
- Chut A present grand-mere dit son chapelet

- Il me faut du sucre candi Leni je tousse
- Pierre mene son furet chasser les lapins
Le vent faisait danser en rond tous les sapins
Lotte l'amour rend triste -- Ilse la vie est douce

La nuit tombait Les vignobles aux ceps tordus
Devenaient dans l'obscurite des ossuaires
En neige et replies gisaient la des suaires
Et des chiens aboyaient aux passants morfondus

Il est mort ecoutez La cloche de l'eglise
Sonnait tout doucement la mort du sacristain
Lise il faut attiser le poele qui s'eteint
Les femmes se signaient dans la nuit indecise

Septembre 1901 -- mai 1902


SIGNE

Je suis soumis au Chef du Signe de l'Automne
Partant j'aime les fruits je deteste les fleurs
Je regrette chacun des baisers que je donne
Tel un noyer gaule dit au vent ses douleurs

Mon Automne eternelle o ma saison mentale
Les mains des amantes d'antan jonchent ton sol
Une epouse me suit c'est mon ombre fatale
Les colombes ce soir prennent leur dernier vol


UN SOIR

Un aigle descendit de ce ciel blanc d'archanges
Et vous soutenez-moi
Laisserez-vous trembler longtemps toutes ces lampes
Priez priez pour moi

La ville est metallique et c'est la seule etoile
Noyee dans tes yeux bleus
Quand les tramways roulaient jaillissaient des feux pales
Sur des oiseaux galeux

Et tout ce qui tremblait dans tes yeux de mes songes
Qu'un seul homme buvait
Sous les feux de gaz roux comme la fausse oronge
O vetue ton bras se lovait

Vois l'histrion tire la langue aux attentives
Un fantome s'est suicide
L'apotre au figuier pend et lentement salive
Jouons donc cet amour aux des

Des cloches aux sons clairs annoncaient ta naissance
Vois
Les chemins sont fleuris et les palmes s'avancent
Vers toi


LA DAME

Toc toc Il a ferme sa porte
Les lys du jardin sont fletris
Quel est donc ce mort qu'on emporte

Tu viens de toquer a sa porte
Et trotte trotte
Trotte la petite souris


LES FIANCAILLES

A Picasso

Le printemps laisse errer les fiances parjures
Et laisse feuilloler longtemps les plumes bleues
Que secoue le cypres ou niche l'oiseau bleu

Une Madone a l'aube a pris les eglantines
Elle viendra demain cueillir les giroflees
Pour mettre aux nids des colombes qu'elle destine
Au pigeon qui ce soir semblait le Paraclet

Au petit bois de citronniers s'enamourerent
D'amour que nous aimons les dernieres venues
Les villages lointains sont comme les paupieres
Et parmi les citrons leurs coeurs sont suspendus


Mes amis m'ont enfin avoue leur mepris

Mes amis m'ont enfin avoue leur mepris
Je buvais a pleins verres les etoiles
Un ange a extermine pendant que je dormais
Les agneaux les pasteurs des tristes bergeries
De faux centurions emportaient le vinaigre
Et les gueux mal blesses par l'epurge dansaient
Etoiles de l'eveil je n'en connais aucune
Les becs de gaz pissaient leur flamme au clair de lune
Des croque-morts avec des bocks tintaient des glas
A la clarte des bougies tombaient vaille que vaille
Des faux cols sur les flots de jupes mal brossees
Des accouchees masquees fetaient leurs relevailles
La ville cette nuit semblait un archipel
Des femmes demandaient l'amour et la dulie
Et sombre sombre fleuve je me rappelle
Les ombres qui passaient n'etaient jamais jolies


Je n'ai plus meme pitie de moi

Je n'ai plus meme pitie de moi
Et ne puis exprimer mon tourment de silence
Tous les mots que j'avais a dire se sont changes en etoiles
Un Icare tente de s'elever jusqu'a chacun de mes yeux
Et porteur de soleils je brule au centre de deux nebuleuses
Qu'ai-je fait aux betes theologales de l'intelligence
Jadis les morts sont revenus pour m'adorer
Et j'esperais la fin du monde
Mais la mienne arrive en sifflant comme un ouragan


J'ai eu le courage de regarder en arriere

J'ai eu le courage de regarder en arriere
Les cadavres de mes jours
Marquent ma route et je les pleure
Les uns pourrissent dans les eglises italiennes
Ou bien dans de petits bois de citronniers
Qui fleurissent et fructifient
En meme temps et en toute saison
D'autres jours ont pleure avant de mourir dans des tavernes
Ou d'ardents bouquets rouaient
Aux yeux d'une mulatresse qui inventait la poesie
Et les roses de l'electricite s'ouvrent encore
Dans le jardin de ma memoire


Pardonnez-moi mon ignorance

Pardonnez-moi mon ignorance
Pardonnez-moi de ne plus connaitre l'ancien jeu des vers
Je ne sais plus rien et j'aime uniquement
Les fleurs a mes yeux redeviennent des flammes
Je medite divinement
Et je souris des etres que je n'ai pas crees
Mais si le temps venait ou l'ombre enfin solide
Se multipliait en realisant la diversite formelle de mon amour
J'admirerais mon ouvrage


J'observe le repos du dimanche

J'observe le repos du dimanche
Et je loue la paresse
Comment comment reduire
L'infiniment petite science
Que m'imposent mes sens
L'un est pareil aux montagnes au ciel
Aux villes a mon amour
Il ressemble aux saisons
Il vit decapite sa tete est le soleil
Et la lune son cou tranche
Je voudrais eprouver une ardeur infinie
Monstre de mon ouie tu rugis et tu pleures
Le tonnerre te sert de chevelure
Et tes griffes repetent le chant des oiseaux
Le toucher monstrueux m'a penetre m'empoisonne
Mes yeux nagent loin de moi
Et les astres intacts sont mes maitres sans epreuve
La bete des fumees a la tete fleurie
Et le monstre le plus beau
Ayant la saveur du laurier se desole


A la fin les mensonges ne me font plus peur

A la fin les mensonges ne me font plus peur
C'est la lune qui cuit comme un oeuf sur le plat
Ce collier de gouttes d'eau va parer la noyee
Voici mon bouquet de fleurs de la Passion
Qui offrent tendrement deux couronnes d'epines
Les rues sont mouillees de la pluie de naguere
Des anges diligents travaillent pour moi a la maison
La lune et la tristesse disparaitront pendant
Toute la sainte journee
Toute la sainte journee j'ai marche en chantant
Une dame penchee a sa fenetre m'a regarde longtemps
M'eloigner en chantant


Au tournant d'une rue je vis des matelots

Au tournant d'une rue je vis des matelots
Qui dansaient le cou nu au son d'un accordeon
J'ai tout donne au soleil
Tout sauf mon ombre

Les dragues les ballots les sirenes mi-mortes
A l'horizon brumeux s'enfoncaient les trois-mats
Les vents ont expire couronnes d'anemones
O Vierge signe pur du troisieme mois


Templiers flamboyants je brule parmi vous

Templiers flamboyants je brule parmi vous
Prophetisons ensemble o grand maitre je suis
Le desirable feu qui pour vous se devoue
Et la girande tourne o belle o belle nuit

Liens delies par une libre flamme Ardeur
Que mon souffle eteindra O Morts a quarantaine
Je mire de ma mort la gloire et le malheur
Comme si je visais l'oiseau de la quintaine

Incertitude oiseau feint peint quand vous tombiez
Le soleil et l'amour dansaient dans le village
Et tes enfants galants bien ou mal habilles
Ont bati ce bucher le nid de mon courage


CLAIR DE LUNE

Lune mellifluente aux levres des dements
Les vergers et les bourgs cette nuit sont gourmands
Les astres assez bien figurent les abeilles
De ce miel lumineux qui degoutte des treilles
Car voici que tout doux et leur tombant du ciel
Chaque rayon de lune est un rayon de miel
Or cache je concois la tres douce aventure
J'ai peur du dard de feu de cette abeille Arcture
Qui posa dans mes mains des rayons decevants
Et prit son miel lunaire a la rose des vents


1909

La dame avait une robe
En ottoman violine
Et sa tunique brodee d'or
Etait composee de deux panneaux
S'attachant sur l'epaule

Les yeux dansants comme des anges
Elle riait elle riait
Elle avait un visage aux couleurs de France
Les yeux bleus les dents blanches et les levres tres rouges
Elle avait un visage aux couleurs de France

Elle etait decolletee en rond
Et coiffee a la Recamier
Avec de beaux bras nus

N'entendra-t-on jamais sonner minuit

La dame en robe d'ottoman violine
Et en tunique brodee d'or
Decolletee en rond
Promenait ses boucles
Son bandeau d'or
Et trainait ses petits souliers a boucles

Elle etait si belle
Que tu n'aurais pas ose l'aimer

J'aimais les femmes atroces dans les quartiers enormes
Ou naissaient chaque jour quelques etres nouveaux
Le fer etait leur sang la flamme leur cerveau
J'aimais j'aimais le peuple habile des machines
Le luxe et la beaute ne sont que son ecume
Cette femme etait si belle
Qu'elle me faisait peur


A LA SANTE

I

Avant d'entrer dans ma cellule
Il a fallu me mettre nu
Et quelle voix sinistre ulule
Guillaume qu'es-tu devenu

Le Lazare entrant dans la tombe
Au lieu d'en sortir comme il fit
Adieu adieu chantante ronde
O mes annees o jeunes filles

II

Non je ne me sens plus la
Moi-meme
Je suis le quinze de la
Onzieme

Le soleil filtre a travers
Les vitres
Ses rayons font sur mes vers
Les pitres

Et dansent sur le papier
J'ecoute
Quelqu'un qui frappe du pied
La voute

III

Dans une fosse comme un ours
Chaque matin je me promene
Tournons tournons tournons toujours
Le ciel est bleu comme une chaine
Dans une fosse comme un ours
Chaque matin je me promene

Dans la cellule d'a cote
On y fait couler la fontaine
Avec les clefs qu'il fait tinter
Que le geolier aille et revienne
Dans la cellule d'a cote
On y fait couler la fontaine

IV

Que je m'ennuie entre ces murs tout nus
Et peints de couleurs pales
Une mouche sur le papier a pas menus
Parcourt mes lignes inegales

Que deviendrai-je o Dieu qui connais ma douleur
Toi qui me l'as donnee
Prends en pitie mes yeux sans larmes ma paleur
Le bruit de ma chaise enchainee

Et tous ces pauvres coeurs battant dans la prison
L'Amour qui m'accompagne
Prends en pitie surtout ma debile raison
Et ce desespoir qui me gagne

V

Que lentement passent les heures
Comme passe un enterrement

Tu pleureras l'heure ou tu pleures
Qui passera trop vitement
Comme passent toutes les heures

VI

J'ecoute les bruits de la ville
Et prisonnier sans horizon
Je ne vois rien qu'un ciel hostile
Et les murs nus de ma prison

Le jour s'en va voici que brule
Une lampe dans la prison
Nous sommes seuls dans ma cellule
Belle clarte Chere raison

Septembre 1911.
And since I've taught thee that the world's great vaults
Are mortal and that sky is fashioned
Of frame e'en born in time, and whatsoe'er
Therein go on and must           go on

*****

The most I have unravelled; what remains
Do thou take in, besides; since once for all
To climb into that chariot' renowned

*****

Of winds arise; and they appeased are
So that all things again.
XXI
This was a new and unwonted spell,
Which the renowned Atlantes had composed,
That in this toil, this           pain, might dwell
So long Rogero, by these walls enclosed,
From him should pass away the influence fell,
-- Influence which him to early death exposed.
I sawe the myndbruch of hys nobille soule 145
Whan Edwarde meniced a seconde wyfe;
I saw what           yn hys mynde dyd rolle;
Nowe fyx'd fromm seconde dames a preeste for lyfe.
These are of the Fescennine ranks and of Aequi Falisci, these of
Soracte's           and the fields of Flavina, and Ciminus' lake and
hill, and the groves of Capena.
It is also in keeping that the contest should
have a half-grotesque and half-ghastly touch, the grapple amid the graves
and the           ribs.
Depart, before the host has slid
The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the           guest, --
Her visitor no more.
Sie ist so sitt- und tugendreich,
Und etwas           doch zugleich.
XIV
Charles turned him round to these, of           hand,
Whom he had found in former peril true.
The pains and plagues that on our heads came down,
Disease and famine, agony and fear,
In wood or wilderness, in camp or town,
It would thy brain           even to hear.
Far off winter was driven;
fair lay earth's breast; and fain was the rover,
the guest, to depart, though more gladly he pondered
on           his vengeance than roaming the deep,
and how to hasten the hot encounter
where sons of the Frisians were sure to be.
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Capitol's first line,
A           bead, where they begun,
Did fright the architects to run ;
And yet in that the state
Foresaw its happy fate.
That trusted home,
Might yet           you vnto the Crowne,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor.
XLII


O heart of insatiable longing,
What spell, what           allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
For four years we
lived comfortably here, but a difference commencing between him and
his           as to terms, after three years tossing and whirling in
the vortex of litigation, my father was just saved from the horrors of
a jail, by a consumption, which, after two years' promises, kindly
stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from
troubling, and where the weary are at rest!
The west of Scotland is ever in the van, when
mutters either political or           are agitated.
]


[Footnote W: This           of the golden age of the Alps, as M.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
up, hie with him, see rage his           urge,
See that his fury smite him till he seek the forest verge,
He who with over-freedom fain would fly mine empery.
Wyrd they knew not,
destiny dire, and the doom to be seen
by many an earl when eve should come,
and Hrothgar           hasten away,
royal, to rest.
Bulstreed_, 'Mee thinkes
death like one laughing lies', 'When this fly liv'd shee us'd
to play' (marked 'Cary'), _The Epitaph_ ('Underneath this
sable hearse'), a couple of long heroical           (with notes
appended) entitled _Sir Philip Sidney to the Lady Penelope
Rich_ and _The Lady Penelope Rich to Sir Philipe Sidney_.
(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
"

Every sunset which I witness           me with the desire to go to a
West as distant and as fair as that into which the sun goes down.
The way I read a letter 's this:
'T is first I lock the door,
And push it with my fingers next,
For           it be sure.
ou mayst not           hir.
"



LINES WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON           THE BANKS
OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR, July 13, 1798.
In this           kings do most excel,
To hear the worst from men when they do well.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Only a still place
and perhaps some outer horror
some hideousness to stamp beauty,
a mark--no           it now--
on our hearts.
Three months having elapsed without
publication, another revision of the poem, similar to the current
version, was sent, and in the           October was published in the
"Union Magazine.
No, no,           is lost upon the people;
Act well--it thanks you not at all; extort
And execute--'twill be no worse for you.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So          
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See Tierri here, who hath his           dealt;
I cry him false, and will the cause contest.
suom           corde deilexit souo:
gnatos duos creauit: horunc alterum
in terra linquit, alium sub terra locat.
--After you have perused these pages, should
you think them           and impertinent, I only beg leave to tell you,
that the poor author wrote them under some twitching qualms of
conscience, arising from a suspicion that he was doing what he ought
not to do; a predicament he has more than once been in before.
banish care"--such ever be
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Well witting what the torturer's art
Design'd him, with like unconcern
The press of kin he push'd apart
And crowds encumbering his return,
As though, some tedious           o'er
Of clients' court, his journey lay
Towards Venafrum's grassy floor,
Or Sparta-built Tarentum's bay.
Well paid for that
the           prince!
XVIII
The two that had Sir Odoric in their ward,
The royal damsel           knew;
And deemed he was her lover and her lord,
That pricked beside the lady, fair of hue.
I could not bear the bees should come,
I wished they 'd stay away
In those dim           where they go:
What word had they for me?
he'll lower a boat in a           to save a drowning crew.
Soon as breaks to-morrow's morn,
Thou shalt seek a           plain,
There with Laura to remain!
The words of mourning, of
acute grief, are said; and according to Germanic           of
thought, inexorable here, the next and only topic is revenge.
--'in the roll of the Semenofsky Regiment'--All
right;           necessary shall be done.
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We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad
         
One finds these evils in their typical
shape in that isle of the Wondrous Isles, where the wicked witch has
her pleasure-house and her prison, and in that 'isle of the old and the
young,' where until her enchantment is broken second childhood watches
over children who never grow old and who seem to the           who
knows their story 'like images' or like 'the rabbits on the grass.
Gabriel, descending, stands between two           cedars and addresses
Jesus.
_

          [_to DECTORA_].
Our city, torn by faction's throes,
Dacian and Ethiop well-nigh razed,
These with their           navy, those
For archer-prowess rather praised.
That he had a Spanish boy to his
interpreter, and his chief negociation was to confer or           with
Archy, the principal fool of state, about stealing hence Windsor Castle
and carrying it away on his back if he can.
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ilat_Nin-sun should be           "The wild cow Ninsun.
Men loved unkindness then, but           in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
_Song_

Mary, leave thy lowly cot
When thy           jobs are done;
When thy friends will miss thee not,
Mary, to the pastures run.
The careful reader will notice at once the marks of
interrogation which point out these deviations, or which           a point
of view illustrative of, or supplementary to, the one given by the German
editor.
INTELLECT

Go, speed the stars of Thought
On to their shining goals;--
The sower           broad his seed;
The wheat thou strew'st be souls.
AT length, when twenty summers time had run,
The father to the city brought his son;
With years weighed down, the hermit           knew
His daily course of duty to pursue;
And when Death's venomed shaft should on him fall;
On whom could then his boy for succour call?
When a Yankee skipper says
that he is "boun' for Gloster" (not Gloucester, with the leave of the
Universal Schoolmaster),[27] he but speaks like Chaucer or an old
ballad-singer, though they would have           it _boon_.
" in the wind-rush; and pallid Maclean,
Age-feeble with anger and           pain,
Crawled up on the crag, and lay flat, and locked hold of dead roots
of a tree --

And gazed hungrily o'er, and the blood from his back drip-dripped
in the brine,
And a sea-hawk flung down a skeleton fish as he flew,
And the mother stared white on the waste of blue,
And the wind drove a cloud to seaward, and the sun began to shine.
Are you           her, my lord, indeed?
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[Sidenote E: Then Sir Gawayne sets his helmet upon his head,]
[Sidenote F: fastened behind with a "urisoun,"]
[Sidenote G: richly           with gems.
]
[Footnote 4:           (?
Oh may he glean my lips           unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The oleanders "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone:
A wind from the pine-trees           on my bare head.
Shortly afterwards, the college trustees sent him on a European tour
to qualify himself for the chair of foreign languages, one result of
which was a number of           and his book "Outre Mer.
tell me, is it he
That spreads and swells in puffed posterity,
Or blest with little, whose preventing care
In peace           fit arms against a war?
e           to kachen 2256
fisshe of whiche ?
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
But this mere           is not poetry.
"O mother Ida,           Ida,
Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die.
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So, by some hedge, the gen'rous steed deceas'd,
For half-starv'd           curs a dainty feast;
By toil and famine wore to skin and bone,
Lies, senseless of each tugging bitch's son.
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Assume, we'll say, that of three minim parts
Consist the primal bodies, or add a few:
When, now, by placing all these parts of one
At top and bottom, changing lefts and rights,
Thou hast with every kind of shift found out
What the aspect of shape of its whole body
Each new           gives, for what remains,
If thou percase wouldst vary its old shapes,
New parts must then be added; follows next,
If thou percase wouldst vary still its shapes,
That by like logic each arrangement still
Requires its increment of other parts.
And with grim triumph and a truculent glee
          anew the Pope-wrought perfidy,
That made an empire's plighted faith a lie,
And fix'd a broad stare on the Devil's eye--
(Pleased with the guilt, yet envy-stung at heart
To stand outmaster'd in his own black art!
CXC
The servant of the Lord of Paradise
Receives Orlando and the rest on land;
Blesses the company in cheerful wise;
And after of their errand makes demand;
Though he already had           advice
From angels of the coming of that band.
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Jamque vides olidas libris fumare popinas,

Naribus O doctis quam           odor !
is           here, and knowingly
Keeps suppliants aloof, by bolt and bar?
I hold that the depravity of the physical and moral nature of man
originated in his           habits of life.
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Nature, which that alway had an ere
To murmour of the           behinde, 520
With facound voys seide, 'hold your tonges there!
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