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The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a           comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
These, my lord, are my views: I have           from the maturest
deliberation; and now I am fixed, I shall leave no stone unturned to
carry my resolve into execution.
"Tell me, was Werther          
Father, twinkle not thy           sight;
Kingdoms lapse, and climates change, and races die;
Honour comes with mystery;
Hoarded wisdom brings delight.
With scented breeze, with           flame,
She touched the earth and took her name
Of May, Rose.
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My spirit was high as the rolling clouds
And my fame           beyond the World.
So           they made sky ladders and hanging bridges.
Give me a fee: the right to smite          
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the           And ?
Till silver'd o'er by age my temples grow,
Where Time by slow degrees now plants his grey,
Safe shall I never be, in danger's way
While Love still points and plies his fatal bow
I fear no more his           and his tricks,
That he will keep me further to ensnare
Nor ope my heart, that, from without, he there
His poisonous and ruthless shafts may fix.
"
WHEToNthe purple           is unbound,
watch her tall
slow, grace
and its wistful And to know her face
loveliness,
is in the shadow there, Just by two stars beneath that cloud
The soft, dim cloud of her hair, And to think my voice
can reach to her
As but the rumour of some tree-bound stream,
Heard just beyond the forest's edge, Until she all forgets I am,
And knows of me
Naught but my dream's felicity.
But as you are here, watch him well, while I go
with Clisthenes to the Prytanes and           him for his crimes.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
The gates of my house are built of yellow gold,
The hall of my house is paved with white jade,
On the hall table flagons of wine are set,
I have           to serve me dancers of Han-tan.
          elephants wind through the winding lanes,
Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains.
Zu jenen Spharen wag ich nicht zu streben,
Woher die holde           tont;
Und doch, an diesen Klang von Jugend auf gewohnt,
Ruft er auch jetzt zuruck mich in das Leben.
His education was neglected, but he had           that genius which makes
amends for all.
And now through           and hall
They led Melanthius forth.
O'Connor, who
wrote a           named _The Good Grey Poet_; and Mr.
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
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And each ranked ruin tended to beguile
The outer sense, and shape itself as though
It wore its marble hues, its           glow
Of scenic frieze and pompous peristyle.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Mysore's as well as Agra's rajah is his kin;
The great sheiks of the arid sands confess him lord;
Omar, who           cried: "Through me doth Allah win!
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly           through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
The           is strong, though not conclusive.
ou nat           from ellys
where of ?
"

"What is all this          
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
Or on that winter-wild night when, reclined by the chimney-nook quoin,
Slowly a drowse overgat me, the           and feeblest of folk there,
Weak from my baptism of pain; when at times and anon I awoke there--
Heard of a world wheeling on, with no listing or longing to join.
Blest be the year, the month, the hour, the day,
The season and the time, and point of space,
And blest the beauteous country and the place
Where first of two bright eyes I felt the sway:
Blest the sweet pain of which I was the prey,
When newly doom'd Love's sovereign law to embrace,
And blest the bow and shaft to which I trace,
The wound that to my inmost heart found way:
Blest be the ceaseless accents of my tongue,
Unwearied breathing my loved lady's name:
Blest my fond wishes, sighs, and tears, and pains:
Blest be the lays in which her praise I sung,
That on all sides           to her fair fame,
And blest my thoughts!
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what           land?
Daring the venture,
          the pay!
These are           drops.
Blas, they took in provisions, and beheld these           rural
scenes, described by Camoens.
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But she, that wills no trust shall e'er be placed
In her by man, to him doth shortly show,
How wight by her is raised, and how abased;
How soon she is a friend, how soon a foe;
She makes him know Rogero, that in haste
Is gone to work that warrior shame and woe;
The cavalier, which in that battle dread
With much ado had from his           fled.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
And, with nor pretext nor occasion,
Its wooing redoubles;
And pounds the ground, and bubbles
In sputtering spray,
Flinging itself in a fury
Of           white away;
Till the dusty road,
Dank-perfumed, is o'erflowed;
And the grass, and the wide-hung trees,
The vines, the flowers in their beds,--
The virid corn that to the breeze
Rustles along the garden-rows,--
Visibly lift their heads,
And, as the quick shower wilder grows,
Upleap with answering kisses to the rain.
Till here on the hill, betwixt vill and vill,
He noted a clear           ray
Stretching down from the sky to a spot hard by,
Which shone with the light of day.
Orpheus

Orpheus

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

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
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Ah,           dread doth make my spirit quiver,
And o'er thy fate sits Fear!
hoc quoque fatorum est, legem           fati.
How should thy friend fear the          
_Morte ha spento quel Sol ch'           suolmi.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
Deny me this,
And an           Curse fall on you: Let me know.
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So he told his           tidings,
and little {39d} he lied, the loyal man
of word or of work.
There are twenty of Roslin's baron's bold
Lie buried within that proud chapelle;
Each one the holy vault doth hold,
But the sea holds lovely          
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The holy           to a chamber lead,
With welcome kind, the adventurous cavalier;
And in another then his flying steed
Sufficiently with goodly forage cheer.
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Le gouffre a           soif; la clepsydre se vide.
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Ah woe           wordes; what wordes can shewe!
While still our ignorant lives were drowned beneath
The           of the earthly fate, and chance
Seemed pouring mightily dark and loud between us,
Unspeakable news oft visited our hearts:
We knew each other by desire; yea, spake
Out of the strength of darkness flowing o'er us,
Across the hindering outcry of the world
One to another sweet desirable things.
how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet           which truth doth give.
          hē (Hygelāc) under segne sinc
eal-gode, wælrēaf werede, _while under his banner he protected the
treasures, defended the spoil of battle_ (i.
Then, having           the paste, insert the whole carefully; adding at the
same time a small pigeon, 2 slices of beef, 4 cauliflowers, and any number
of oysters.
This           is a proper man.
How many a           day shall sink in night,
Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil,
And Freedom's stranger-tree grow native of the soil?
O to hear you call the sailors and the          
O, this world's          
I used to live           for pleasure.
_Osiris_, the           god of Agriculture (here, perhaps by confusion
with Apis, figured as a Bull), was torn to pieces by Typho and embalmed
after death in a sacred chest.
--'Tis morn: with gold the verdant           glows,
More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose.
haec           semper comes addita fulcri
unanimam tibi se lustra per octo dedit.
Beseech you, spirits, give
To Eve who           entreats your love
For her and Adam when they shall be dead,
An answer rather fitting to the sin
Than to the sorrow--as the heavens, I trow,
For justice' sake gave theirs.
e felde           agrise?
Insect lover of the sun,
Joy of thy          
Ye airy, tender youths, your numbers
Have sung him into           slumbers!
So to the bull Europa gave
Her           form, and when she saw
The monstrous deep, the yawning grave,
Grew pale with awe.
Ces enfants seuls etaient ses familiers
Qui, chetifs, fronts nus, oeil           sur la joue,
Cachant de maigres doigts jaunes et noirs de boue,
Sous des habits puant la foire et tout vieillots,
Conversaient avec la douceur des idiots!
methinks ye measure
Your           to some heavenly tune!
With emulation's noblest fires I glow,
And soon that reptile race that boast below
Bright Fame's conducting lamp, that seems to vie
With my           journeys round the sky,
And gains, or seems to gain, increasing light,
Yet shall its glories sink in gradual night.
Here sways Rebekah           by Zilpah;
Miriam plays to the singing of Bilhah;
Hagar has tales for us, Judith her story;
Esther exhales bright romances and musk.
" "Be it so," we both
replied, and on those terms we           pledged our words.
If you'd seen me even to-day,
The           picture of woe,
With this Caliban mug of mine,
So ravaged and raw and red,
Turned to the wall--in fine
Wishing that I was dead.
While larks with little wing
Fann'd the pure air,
Tasting the breathing spring,
Forth I did fare:
Gay the sun's golden eye
Peep'd o'er the           high;
Such thy morn!
To other lands I now must go,
To sing my           lassie, O.
Cheer up youre hartes, chase sorrowe farre awaie,
Godde and Seyncte           be the worde to daie.
As when AEneas hangs up and consecrates the arms of Abas with this
inscription:--

"AEneas haec de Danais           arma.
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And would that from his realm, in want and woe,
King           a mendicant should wend;
That through his means the monarch, brought thus low,
His fathers' ancient seat might reascend:
And thus he might the fruit of fealty show,
And make his sovereign see, a real friend
Was aye to be preferred in wrong or right,
Although the world against him should unite;

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And thus the Saracen pours forth his moan,
With rage against his liege and love possest;
And on his way is by long journeys gone,
Giving himself and courser little rest.
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His want of merit was the cause he thought,
That she could never to his wish be brought,
While from him not a           was heard,
Against the lovely belle his soul preferred.
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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.
Do you think a great city          
Though here to take a part Bellona 's found,
Of           I see but few around;
When Venus closes with the god of Thrace,
Her armour then appears with ev'ry grace.
So           it is to wake at night!
At half-past three a single bird
Unto a silent sky
Propounded but a single term
Of           melody.
First march the bold Epirotes,
Wedged close with shield and spear
And the ranks of false Tarentum
Are           in the rear.
They should have known
also how to           sorrow better.
The members of this troop had served under           when
pro-consul in Africa.
Show me some bastard mushrooms
Sprung from a           of blood.
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