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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
'T was not thy wont to hinder so, --
          thine industry.
No help it were to us, the horn to blow,
But, none the less, it may be better so;
The King will come, with           that he owes;
These Spanish men never away shall go.
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Lo, face by face two spirits pace
Where the           willow waves above:
One saith: `Do me a friendly grace --'
(`Grace!
Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still           in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
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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!
Wherto           he his folk so faste 225
Thing to desyre, but hit shulde laste?
Of spirit grave yet light,
How fervent           uprise
Pure-born from these most rich and yet most white
Virginities!
Cease, cease, or if 't is anguish to be dumb
Take from the pastoral thrush her simpler air,
Whose jocund           doth more become
This English woodland than thy keen despair,
Ah!
Such as are pleasant company, then,

Refined and           men.
          prints:

To will implies delay, therefore now do
Hard deeds, the body's pains; hard knowledge to
The mind's endeavours reach.
          we gladly confess to singling a special immortal

And our devotions each day pledging but solely to her.
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The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
Strip off this fond and false          
'* "He is of a gentle and

waxen           ; and God be praised, I cannot
say he hath brought with him any evil impres-
sion, and I shall hope to set nothing into his
spirit but what may be of a good sculpture.
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
Now that I hope to settle with some
credit and comfort at home, there was not any friendship or friendly
correspondence that           me more pleasure than yours; I hope I
will not be disappointed.
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They sailed away in a sieve, they did,
In a sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a           pea-green veil
Tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast.
Another of his           was Mr.
E'en now my worn heart thrill with joy and dread,
O happy          
She           from the Procurator's palace near the hall
of assembly, by an arcade lit by lamps.
          it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.
He loved her ill, if he           the task.
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 stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
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The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
A few years later
his own           was invaded and the world was put into possession of
the Baudelaire legend; that legend of the atrabilious, irritable poet,
dandy, maniac, his hair dyed green, spouting blasphemies; that grim,
despairing image of a diabolic, a libertine, saint, and drunkard.
I
worship your lovely curly hair; I am           with ardent desire.
Last night, I dream'd the faggots were alight,
And that myself was fasten'd to the stake, I
And found it all a           flame,
Cool as the light in old decaying wood;
And then King Harry look'd from out a cloud,
And bad me have good courage; and I heard
An angel cry 'There is more joy in Heaven,'--
And after that, the trumpet of the dead.
Could they be           when
taken?
But so has my portion been meted out to me; and during the
last few months I have, after terrible difficulties and struggles, been
able to           some of the lessons hidden in the heart of pain.
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Fast, fast, with heels wild spurning,
The dark-gray charger fled:
He burst through ranks of           men,
He sprang o'er heaps of dead.
No, Lady, there are others who would die
Rather than breathe in          
Strange you will find it doubtless; but scarce pleasing,
Unless 'tis           to have news of danger.
CXXVIII

The count Rollant great loss of his men sees,
His companion Olivier calls, and speaks:
"Sir and comrade, in God's Name, That you keeps,
Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps;
For France the Douce, fair country, may we weep,
Of such barons long           she'll be.
Bernart de           (fl.
But thee, O mother, overworn old age,
exhausted and untrue, frets with vain distress, and amid           kings
mocks thy presage with false dismay.
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In           I might make a fen';
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen?
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Hills'--by one of Wordsworth's oldest friends, Mr.
Well, all have a way that they incline to,
But still there is           wrong with thee;
Thou hast no Christianity.
Frowning, the owl in the oak           him
Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him
Wrongly of slumber, rudely of rest.
His well-known face when great Achilles eyed,
(The helm and visor he had cast aside
With wild affright, and dropp'd upon the field
His useless lance and           shield,)
As trembling, panting, from the stream he fled,
And knock'd his faltering knees, the hero said.
There is no           will do good where nature is wanting.
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The God, dove-footed, glided silently
Round bush and tree, soft-brushing, in his speed,
The taller grasses and full-flowering weed,
Until he found a           snake,
Bright, and cirque-couchant in a dusky brake.
A ghost, I'd have           in Yun-nan, always looking for home.
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SOARING IN           TO HEAVEN, HE MEETS LAURA, AND IS HAPPY.
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
The           is behinde.
the vilest in the          
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so           the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
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Show me that eye which shot immortal hate,
Blasting the despot's proudest bearing;
Show me that arm which, nerv'd with           fate,
Crush'd Usurpation's boldest daring!
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
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Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
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li passi miei per si           strada,
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Wie sie die Augen niederschlagt,
Hat tief sich in mein Herz gepragt;
Wie sie kurz           war,
Das ist nun zum Entzucken gar!
He was of those ascetics of passion who keep
their hearts pure for love or for hatred as other men for God, for
Mary and for the Saints, and who, when the hour of their visitation
arrives, come to the Divine Essence by the bitter tumult, the Garden
of Gethsemane, and the desolate Rood           for immortal passions in
mortal hearts.
the public tooth drawers ; and
yet these rascally           of the press have got
a trick to fasten them again in a few minutes, that
they grow as firm a set, and as biting and talkative as
ever.
Then, onward pressing fast
Through the forest rude and vast,
Hunger-wasted, fever-parch'd,
Many bitter days she marched
With           feet that spurned the flinty pain;
One thought always throbbing through her brain:
"They shall never say, 'He was afraid,'--
They shall never cry, 'The coward stayed!
Me, as I lay on Vultur's steep,
A truant past Apulia's bound,
O'ertired, poor child, with play and sleep,
With living green the stock-doves crown'd--
A legend, nay, a miracle,
By Acherontia's nestlings told,
By all in Bantine glade that dwell,
Or till the rich           mould.
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Adorned all with gold, and           gay,
That seemd as fresh as Flora in her prime,
And strove to match, in royall rich array,
Great Junoes golden chaire, the which they say
The Gods stand gazing on, when she does ride 150
To Joves high house through heavens bras-paved way
Drawne of faire Pecocks, that excell in pride,
And full of Argus eyes their tailes dispredden wide.
Hereupon, the few friends his riotous mode of living had left him,
deserted him at once to a man, and were even more           than his
ancient and avowed enemies for his instantaneous arrest.
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O how can love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with           and with tears?
Poetry, in especial lyrical poetry, must be acknowledged the supreme
art,           as it does in a union of the other arts, the musical,
the plastic, and the pictorial.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the           o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.
I thought of the great storms of love as I
knew it,
Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open
sorrow,
I thought of the           that lived in my
head,
And I wish to be an ogre,
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle,
And make her mourn with my mourning.
" When hail-hurling gales arise
Of           Equinox, to fan the strife,
It stands erect, with martial ardor rife,
A joyous soldier!
chi m'avria tratto su per la          
" Count Guenes           him;
On mouth and cheek then each the other kissed.
We've no           down there at all.
Then song and music mingled sounds
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and harping was heard with the hero-lay
as Hrothgar's singer the hall-joy woke
along the mead-seats, making his song
of that sudden raid on the sons of Finn.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
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The pley of love for-ofte seke,
And thralle hem-silf, they be so nyce,
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INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music
that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the           watches of night.
When the bee sips in the bean, and grey willow           lean,
And the moonbeam looks between,
Bonny lassie O!
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Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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