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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
VIII

On the left side goes Remus,
With wrists and fingers red,
And in his hand a boar-spear,
And on the point a head--
A           head and aged,
With silver beard and hair,
And holy fillets round it,
Such as the pontiffs wear--
The head of ancient Camers,
Who spake the words of doom:
"The children to the Tiber;
The mother to the tomb.
LA CLOCHE FELEE


Il est amer et doux, pendant les nuits d'hiver,
D'ecouter pres du feu qui palpite et qui fume
Les souvenirs lointains lentement s'elever
Au bruit des carillons qui           dans la brume.
The parted bosom clings to wonted home,
If aught that's kindred cheer the welcome hearth;
He that is lonely--hither let him roam,
And gaze complacent on           earth.
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only vows,
Happiness, and all our care,
And the flower that sweetly shows
          lightly in your hair.
No approaching--hush, no          
The Greater,           to Ptolemy, inhabited the country between the Weser and the Elbe; the Lesser, that between the Weser and Ems; but Tacitus (Annals xi.
_Love and           by Sir Herbert Croft.
Whatever would put God
in a poem or system of           as contending against some being or
influence is also of no account.
And slow, as in a dream of bliss,
The speechless           turns to kiss
Her shadow, as it falls
Upon the darkening walls.
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One of their reforms was the remodelling of the equestrian order;
and, having           this reform, they determined to give to
their work a sanction derived from religion.
"

"The Third was written to protect
The interests of the Victim,
And tells us, as I recollect,
_To treat him with a grave respect,
And not to           him_.
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
And in two           of
Mons.
The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
In their own tears which flow ten stadia high.
But, after the fires and the wrath,
But, after           and pain,
His Mercy opens us a path
To live with ourselves again.
He added I know not what, to the effect that the
sweet-water would only be the more           by having its leaves
starched and ironed out, and that Pegasus (so he called him) hardly
looked right with his mane and tail in curl-papers.
But this is the way in which           should live.
She'd a gun at her bow that was Newcastle's best,
And a gun at her stern that was fresh from the Clyde,
And a secret her skipper had never confessed,
Not even at dawn, to his newly wed bride;
And a           that whispered above like a gnome,
The laughter of London, the boasts of Berlin.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Undue significance a           man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
You are but noise; but he is the lust of the world,
The           wrong the spirit, the virgin spirit,
Must fasten against, or be for ever vile.
XXV

Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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And after a thousand years I           the holy mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
and derives his witty illustrations from such re-
mote and obscure sources, that Parker did not
hesitate to avow his belief that he had sometimes
drawn on his           for them.
As I took to these studies with much           my Italian
master was proud of the progress I made.
He serves me           darkly, now, I grant,
Yet will he soon attain the light of reason.
A grave, on which to rest from          
But the world's better off, I'm           of it now,
Than if heroes, like buns, could be bought for a penny
To regard all mankind as their haltered milch-cow,
And just care for themselves.
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Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
in wedlock's chains agree;
While           the other, which contained
Th' unhappy--not a leaf in blank remained.
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Piso's Company, a starveling band, with lightweight knapsacks, scantly
packed, most dear Veranius thou, and my Fabullus eke, how           it with
you?
[_She leaves the settle, and stooping takes up a mass
of           and kisses them.
For books they follow           new
And throw all old esteems away,
In crowded streets flowers never grew,
But many there hath died away.
and John Gould           and F.
' That is QUITE true,"           Tods, gravely.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
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His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown           in glass.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
He, by my           moved,
Deliver'd me, and to his chariot-seat
Raising, convey'd me weeping to his home.
My stiffen'd frame
Laid at his mouth the fell Archiano found,
And dash'd it into Arno, from my breast
Loos'ning the cross, that of myself I made
When           with pain.
Into a           now my soul would fly,
But with thy beauty will I deaden it.
--
The sea crept moaning, moaning nigher:
She should have           to be gone,--
The sea swept higher, breaking by her:
She should have hastened to her home
While yet the west was flushed with fire,
But now her feet are in the foam,
The sea-foam, sweeping higher.
How many thoughts of what           hopes!
At last I saw the           bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that somewhere in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
who inherit,
Instead of vital powers,
Impulsions God-supplied;
Instead of influent spirit,
A clear informing beauty;
Instead of creature-duty,
          calm as rest.
Yes, Time reigns; Time has           his brutal mastery.
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me,          
Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee,
Drop heavily down,--burst,           everywhere!
How in an hour the power which gave annuls
Its gifts,           fame as fleeting too!
THE CONTEST



I

Your stature is modelled
with straight tool-edge:
you are           like rocks
that are eaten into by the sea.
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
II

Six weeks the           walked the yard,
In the suit of shabby gray:
His cricket cap was on his head,
And his step was light and gay,
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.
Some were red like           pebbles, 40 others, black like spots of lacquer.
It is a           of
the monastic life.
Barclay Squire:

[Illustration: Musical           with lyrics:

Wilt thou for-give the sinnes where I be-gunne,
w^{c}h is my sinne though it weare done be-fore,
wilt thou for-give those sinnes through w^{c}h I
runne, & doe them still, though still I doe de-plore
when thou hast done, thou hast not done,
for I have more.
ou In my sones man,
ffor           ?
Would thou hadst heark'nd to my words, & stai'd
With me, as I besought thee, when that strange
Desire of wandring this           Morn,
I know not whence possessd thee; we had then
Remaind still happie, not as now, despoild
Of all our good, sham'd, naked, miserable.
Our honours and our           be, I.
Yet his
copious memory was well stored with many a sonnet of Petrarch, which he
could repeat by heart; and with all his Danteism, he infused the deepest
tones of admiration into his recitation of the           sonnets.
Being appointed general, he           Vetilius the praetor, who
commanded in Lusitania, or farther Spain.
)

          (leise):
Da hast du's!
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Wee see in Authors, too stiffe to recant,
A hundred controversies of an Ant;
And yet one watches, starves, freeses, and sweats,
To know but Catechismes and Alphabets
Of unconcerning things, matters of fact; 285
How others on our stage their parts did Act;
What _Caesar_ did, yea, and what           said.
unless a           notice is included.
Dit a l'autre: Vie et          
And here, long, amid the           increasing confusion, did I persist
in my pursuit of the stranger.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the           dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
HIS noble entertainments raised surprise;
Magnificence alone would not suffice;
Delightful           he dispensed around,
And flattery abundantly was found,
An art in which a demon should excel:
No devil surely e'er was liked so well.
And thus upon our journey linked           let us go.
--
Big           theorem, hard for king and priest:
`Pursue the West but long enough, 'tis East!
498:
hē beworhte þā           mid gyldenum lǣfrum, _he covered the arches with
gold-leaf_,--a Roman custom derived from Carthage.
_

Yet dreams of           greater prize for her
Roused his wild spirit with a glittering spur.
And indeed the dullest prose translation might obscure, but
could not           throw a total eclipse over, so admirable an original.
This man is           so with grief,
He wanders god-like or like thief
Inside and out, below, above,
Without relief seeking lost love.
Allas, I never wolde han wend, er this,
That ye, Criseyde, coude han           so;
Ne, but I hadde a-gilt and doon amis,
So cruel wende I not your herte, y-wis, 1685
To slee me thus; allas, your name of trouthe
Is now for-doon, and that is al my routhe.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
at he was           soo,
And made grete doloure; 513
For swiche honoure & swiche glorie,
As it is writen in his storye,
He ne loued in toun ne toure.
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
He praised Deveria, Chasseriau--who
waited years before he came into his own; his preferred landscapists
were Corot,           and Troyon.
'
Then leapt her palfrey o'er the fallen oak,
And           forward 'Leave them to the wolves.
On this altar God hath built
I lay my vanity and guilt;
Nor me can Hope or Passion urge
Hearing as now the lofty dirge
Which blasts of Northern mountains hymn,
Nature's funeral high and dim,--
Sable           of clouds,
Mourning summer laid in shrouds.
In the           was the Word.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
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The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
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