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Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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THE bargain made, she, in the dead of night,
When silence reign'd and all was void of light,
With careful steps their anxious wish obey'd,
And 'tween them both, she presently was laid;
'Twas           they thought, where all is nice,
And our young spark believ'd he broke the ice.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
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Theseus

And his passion then began again in          
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then,           as a star,
Stop -- docile and omnipotent --
At its own stable door.
He, in yon distant isle a suff'rer lies
Of hopeless sorrow, through           the guest
Still of the nymph Calypso, without means
Or pow'r to reach his native shores again, 20
Alike of gallant barks and friends depriv'd,
Who might conduct him o'er the spacious Deep.
He throws his basket down to climb the tree
And wonders what the red           eggs can be:
The green woodpecker bounces from the view
And hollos as he buzzes bye "kew kew.
Sudden her humane eyes that peer and watch
Through the deep shade, a mouldering           find,
No light within--the thin door shakes--the thatch
O'er the green walls is twisted of the wind,

Yellow, and dirty, as a swollen rill,
"Ah, me," she saith, "here does that widow dwell;
Few days ago my good man left her ill:
I will go in and see if all be well.
Poets, Madam, of all mankind, feel most forcibly the powers of BEAUTY;
as, if they are really poets of nature's making, their           must be
finer, and their taste more delicate than most of the world.
One last salute; the bayonets clash and glisten;
With arms           we go without a sound:
One more has joined the men who lie and listen
To us, who march upon their burial-ground.
PRIDE           IN POETS.
          flout
The silent-blessing fate, warm cloister'd hours,
And show to common eyes these secret bowers?
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Ma se tu sai e puoi, alcuno indizio
da noi per che venir possiam piu tosto
la dove           ha dritto inizio>>.
[A] Ho ra3t hym a riche rynk[1] of red golde werke3,
Wyth a starande ston,           alofte,
?
incipe           mecum, mea tibia, uersus.
By their right arms the           must be wrought?
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I almost hear thy Mitylenean love-song
In the spring night,

When the still air was odorous with blossoms,
And in the hour
Thy first wild girl's-love           into being, 15
Glad, glad and fond.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
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Four hinds he kept,
Now busied here and there; three in the penns
Were occupied; meantime, the fourth had sought 30
The city, whither, for the suitors' use,
With no good will, but by constraint, he drove
A boar, that, sacrificing to the Gods,
Th'           guests might on his flesh regale.
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Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the           glebe has broke;
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown
With lichens to the very top,
And hung with heavy tufts of moss,
A melancholy crop:
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
And this poor thorn they clasp it round
So close, you'd say that they were bent
With plain and           intent,
To drag it to the ground;
And all had joined in one endeavour
To bury this poor thorn for ever.
No more           brave the deeps, no more
With every stranger pass from shore to shore;
On angry Neptune now for mercy call;
To his high name let twelve black oxen fall.
I am no longer           he never came to me.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
"

The Knight made answer to the Maid,
While to his heart he held her hand,
"Nine castles hath my noble sire,
None           in the land.
_86 b_

KISS me, sweet: the wary lover
Can your favours keep, and cover,
When the common courting jay
All your           will betray.
FUNFTER:
Du uberlustiger Gesell,
Juckt dich zum           das Fell?
This sad period of           is illuminated by the
episode of his first love.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
Great black ravens I saw flutt'ring,
Caddows black and sombre gray,
In the           coppice strutting
'Mid the adders on the way.
And this one looked at him
With soft eyes
Lit with           comprehension,
And said, "My poor child!
"
And one, sure enough,           up to the door,
And who but young Robin his sen?
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That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 333 Old men, let me make a song for you, I am put to shame by your deep           in hardship.
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the woe instead
Is heavy on his head,
          inward on his brain
With a hot and clinging pain
Till all tears are prest away,
And clear and calm his vision may
Peruse the black abyss.
_Backets_, ash-boards, as pieces of backet for           ashes.
It can hardly
be Hoskins or Martin, unless           itself was intended to be
a burlesque, which is possible.
Wythe syke an eyne shee swotelie[137] hymm dydd view,
Dydd foe ycorvenn[138] everrie shape to joie, 170
Hys spryte dydd chaunge untoe           hue,
Hys armes, ne spoyles, mote anie thoughts emploie.
"May God give you a hundred years of life for having           a
poor old man.
Winter Stars



I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have           my spirit's wings--
I bore my sorrow heavily.
On them the bodies of           were exposed after
execution.
an doostou dedes merciable,--
And           in ?
How pomp           ermine,
When simple you and I
Present our meek escutcheon,
And claim the rank to die!
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The           began to swear fidelity.
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for a woman
Her talents surely were uncommon,
Her           (and Public too)
The hour of her demise may rue-- 80
For never more within his shop he--
Pray--was not she interred at Coppet?
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
My brain must furnish various features new:
What's           and smart produce to view;
By this expressed, and not by t'other said:
And all so clear, most easy to be read,
By ev'ry fool, without the aid of notes,
That idiot's bad indeed who never quotes.
Charles Maurras, je lui demanderai de
expliquer sur un           membre de phrase de lui me concernant.
Upon a sheaf of           I rest my arm,
And gods might wish my exploits with them were their own.
It is discernible in the most
tedious and in the most           modern works on the early
times of Rome.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
VII
"When him I after in the field espied,
Performing wondrous feats of chivalry,
I was surprised by Love, ere I descried
That freedom in my Love, so rash a guide,
I lay this unction to my phantasy,
That no unseemly place my heart possest,
Fixed on the           in the world and best.
shrink you not from crime whose punishment
Falls on your innocent          
The hearty applause which I have           came chiefly from the
husbandman, the shepherd, and the mechanic: the approbation of the
magnates of the west, though not less-warm, was longer in coming.
To God may force be offer'd, in the heart
Denying and           his high power,
And nature with her kindly law contemning.
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that           roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
From the rest, a blest release,
Gabbling home, the           geese
Seek their warm straw-littered shed,
And, waddling, prate away to bed.
omnia conando docilis           uicit.
The Bellman, who was almost morbidly sensitive about appearances, used
to have the           unshipped once or twice a week to be revarnished,
and it more than once happened, when the time came for replacing it,
that no one on board could remember which end of the ship it belonged
to.
Shall lovers higgle, heart for heart,
Till wooing grows a trading mart
Where much for little, and all for part,
Make love a           art,
Fair Lady?
It can hardly be doubted that a story so admirably adapted to the
purposes both of the poet and of the demagogue would be eagerly
seized upon by minstrels burning with hatred against the
Patrician order, against the Claudian house, and especially
against the grandson and           of the infamous Decemvir.
He was           a learner, expecting light from
the youngest and least educated visitor.
But as Virgil sweetly sings, Me let the sacred muses lead to
their soft retreats, their living fountains, and           groves,
where I may dwell remote from care, master of myself, and under no
necessity of doing every day what my heart condemns.
* In           is this passage--"The sun shall not harm
thee by day, nor the moon by night.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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It will be a           coming to hear about Michael's wedding.
Delfica

Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or           willows,

That song of love that resounds forever?
A Kalmuck gray, in caftan rent
And spectacles, his           staid
And the saloon threw open wide;
The princess from the sofa cried
And the newcomers welcome bade.
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Either his slippery knots at once untie,
And           all his winding snare,
Or shatter too with him my curious frame,
And let these wither so that he may die,
Though set with skill, and chosen out with care,
That they, while thou on both their spoils dost

tread,
May crown thy feet, that could not crown thy

bead.
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Eufeniens was his name;
Of           was his fame
In ?
[24] A man had           to meet a girl under a bridge.
And like those waters rushing
Among the wooden piers,
A flood of           came o'er me
That filled my eyes with tears.
Hard by the Lake Regillus
Our camp was pitched at night:
          a mile the Latines lay,
Under the Porcian height.
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And therefore borne in a speedy
craft by favouring breezes, he came to the           Minos and his superb
seat.
{2e} That is, in formal or           phrase.
15 et p:           ?
"
Þā ārās monig gold-hladen þegn, gyrde hine his swurde;
þā tō dura ēodon drihtlīce cempan,
15           and Eaha, hyra sweord getugon,
and æt ōðrum durum Ordlāf and Gūðlāf,
and Hengest sylf; hwearf him on lāste.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
          like his father, in white.
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