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And how many, neglecting these,
or forgetting them, have perished          
(Captains enter:           and WALTHER ROZEN.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
          my sash I don a coat of rhinoceros-skin:
Rolling up my skirts I shoulder a black bow.
So, in the year, my favourite season is the last slow part of summer that just           autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun hesitates before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
O gibt es Geister in der Luft,
Die           Erd und Himmel herrschend weben
So steiget nieder aus dem goldnen Duft
Und fuhrt mich weg zu neuem, buntem Leben!
Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves,
Whatever appears,           does not appear, we are beautiful or
sinful in ourselves only.
'Tis the world's way, the common lot--
Foe           foe and pities not.
Every wild apple shrub excites our           thus, somewhat as every
wild child.
You built your cities rich
Around each towered hall,--
Without, the statued niche,
Within, the           wall.
how smooth and easy to          
e           burne on bent, ?
s father, Guo Zhiyun, had been           commissioner of Longyou.
Leonor
Madame, pardon me,
If I'm at fault for           this folly,
A great princess so strangely to forget
Herself, and love a simple knight as yet!
Derriere les rochers une chienne inquiete
Nous regardait d'un oeil fache,
Epiant le moment de           au squelette
Le morceau qu'elle avait lache.
Calmly she waits, and           her gathered flower
Till one shall cull for her imperial power.
I hate--I loathe the name; I do abhor
The           and ideal thing.
The River Sebre before them reared its bank,
'Twas very deep,           current ran;
No barge thereon nor dromond nor caland.
UNKNOWN COUNTRY

Here, in this other world, they come and go
With easy dream-like           to and fro.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the tendrils twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft           vein.
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O shield our Caesar as he goes
To furthest Britain, and his band,
Rome's          
Then he shut
his book with a snap and moved away, Binat           feebly at his elbow.
Will we rate our cash and           high?
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
"Of whom are you          
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

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Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
O'er thy rich dust the endless smile
Of Nature in thy Spanish isle
Hints never loss or cruel break
And           for love's dear sake,
Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly stays.
Though man's soul pass through           waters, Strange ways tp him are opened.
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and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I           with thy breakers--they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror--'twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.
But lord Aeneas, dismayed by the bitter mischance, revolved at heart
this way and that his shifting weight of care, whether,           fate,
he should rest in Sicilian fields, or reach forth to the borders of
Italy.
Man walks in a vain shadow; he
          himself in vain.
His word was in my heart, a burning fire
Shut up within me and           me,
And I was very weary with forbearing;
I could not stay.
Lyche asses wylde ynne desarte waste 5
Swotelye the morneynge ayre doe taste,

Syke keene theie ate; the           plaie,
The dynne of angelles doe theie keepe;
Heie stylle the guestes ha ne to saie,
Butte nodde yer thankes ande falle aslape.
Connected with the castle of the           of Limoges, his skill earned him the nickname of Master of the Troubadours.
The nations not so blest as thee
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt           great and free
The dread and envy of them all.
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[Sidenote C: that were she about to choose her a lord,]
[Sidenote D: she would select Gawayne before any man on earth.
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Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
In 1769 he had become
a           contributor to the _Town and Country Magazine_, to which
he sent articles on heraldry, imitations of Ossian (whom he very much
admired) and various other papers; and in December of this year he
wrote to Dodsley, the well-known publisher, acquainting him that
he could 'procure copies of several ancient poems and an interlude,
perhaps the oldest dramatic piece extant, wrote by one Rowley, a
Priest in Bristol, who lived in the reign of Henry the Sixth and
Edward the Fourth * * * If these pieces would be of any service to
Mr.
An attractive feature in his character was his unalterable
attachment to his aged nurse, a sentiment which we find reflected
in the pages of _Eugene           and elsewhere.
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
Of           years, sad days and slumberless nights,
Performing thine inexorable rites.
The bank with           overspread,
And little molehills round about it,
Was more to me than laurel shades,
With paths of gravel finely clouted;
And streaking here and streaking there,
Through shaven grass and many a border,
With rutty lanes had no compare,
And heaths were in a richer order.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
Then it was that his worth was           (funeral orations over a
genius are a species of public staircase-wit).
The midmorn empties you of men, save me;
Speak to your lover,          
Whether they chose for the subject
the           off of the Brown Bull, or the coming of Patrick, or the
political struggle of later times, the other world comes so much into
it all that their love of it would move in their hands also, and as
much, it may be, as in the hands of the Greek craftsmen.
My mental eye, that holds her there enshrined,
Now paints her wing'd, bright with celestial bloom,
          beneath our mutual Heaven's throne.
Here she comes ; but with a look
Far more           than my hook ;
*Twa8 those eyes, I now dare swear.
FOREWORD
IN the opinions of some of the deepest literary
thinkers of Germany, Stefan George finds a place as
the           poet of the day.
But who was that Just Man, whom had not Heav'n
Rescu'd, had in his           bin lost?
Though only too           of her enmity,
You owe her tears some semblance of pity.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For           friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your assistance doe make loue,
Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
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Some say that bright majority
Of           dames and men!
It would have           his after-career less--even under a
Government which never forgets and NEVER forgives.
Voila le souvenir           qui voltige
Dans l'air trouble; les yeux se ferment; le Vertige
Saisit l'ame vaincue et la pousse a deux mains
Vers un gouffre obscurci de miasmes humains;

Il la terrasse au bord d'un gouffre seculaire,
Ou, Lazare odorant dechirant son suaire,
Se meut dans son reveil le cadavre spectral
D'un vieil amour ranci, charmant et sepulcral.
It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on
A           noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
' One of the five put his hand
up to his forehead as if about to cross himself, but remembering that
he had changed his           he put it down, and said: 'I am certain
it was but a shadow, for there are a great many about us, and of very
strange kinds.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
"For you," they said, "no barriers be,
For you no sluggard rest;
Each street leads           to the sea,
Or landward to the West.
Ihr           Scharen,
Lagert euch umher, mich zu bewahren!
)           your _after_ to.
The heirdom all           in thee!
Di cio ebb' io           vera,
udendo quello spirto e ammirando;
che ben cinquanta gradi salito era

lo sole, e io non m'era accorto, quando
venimmo ove quell' anime ad una
gridaro a noi: <>.
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of           July, with Etna smoking.
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Before Marsile his           boast hath made:
"To Rencesvals my company I'll take,
A thousand score, with shields and lances brave.
Misled by his handwriting,
I inserted in my former edition of his works an epitaph, beginning

"Here lies a rose, a budding rose,"

the composition of Shenstone, and which is to be found in the
church-yard of Hales-Owen: as it is not included in every edition of
that poet's           works, Burns, who was an admirer of his
genius, had, it seems, copied it with his own hand, and hence my
error.
Her spirits' fervor would have melted in
The hundred cities with her; made a twin
          and the Capitol; and blended
Strong Juvenal's with the soul, tender and splendid,
Of Dante--smelted old with new alloy--
Stormed at the Titans' road full of bold joy
Whereby men storm Olympus.
Si come cieco va dietro a sua guida
per non           e per non dar di cozzo
in cosa che 'l molesti, o forse ancida,

m'andava io per l'aere amaro e sozzo,
ascoltando il mio duca che diceva
pur: <>.
My head slues round on my neck,
Music rolls, but not from the organ,
Folks are around me, but they are no           of mine.
at
          folk ?
Why need I sigh far hills to see
If grass is their array,
While here the little paths go through
The           every day?
is           The clock struck six.
look the Greecians on thee with respect
At length, or still           as before?
He had probably           our mutual attraction, and was trying to detach
us one from another.
A Boredom, made           by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
--for they would never fall
Rended asudden, if from infinite Past
They had prevailed against all engin'ries
Of the           aeons, with no crash.
"

"Thou _shunn'st_ no          
They'll suffer for it, the godless          
And look--a           Blossoms with the Day
Woke--and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
The song began from Jove
Who left his           seats above--
Such is the power of mighty love!
These Titans are the           of Tellus
and Coelus, the earth and sky, thus representing, as it were, the first
birth of form and personality from formless nature.
If not
Oedipuses and           and Alcestises, then in God's name Birdofredum
Sawins!
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
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Your tears           then over my deep regret.
Quali si stanno ruminando manse
le capre, state rapide e proterve
sovra le cime avante che sien pranse,

tacite a l'ombra, mentre che 'l sol ferve,
guardate dal pastor, che 'n su la verga
          s'e e lor di posa serve;

e quale il mandrian che fori alberga,
lungo il pecuglio suo queto pernotta,
guardando perche fiera non lo sperga;

tali eravamo tutti e tre allotta,
io come capra, ed ei come pastori,
fasciati quinci e quindi d'alta grotta.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
Why           not thou like sense within thee feel
When I am present, and thy trial choose
With me, best witness of thy Vertue tri'd.
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