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My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow, O;
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my           grow, O.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with           care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.
Truth is mine, and Genius mine;
The rich man comes, and knocks at my low door:
Favour'd thus, I ne'er repine,
Nor weary out indulgent Heaven for more:
In my Sabine           blest,
Why should I further tax a generous friend?
Apparently with no surprise
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In           power.
He's praised, acclaimed: witness my          
That host, in days
That are not yet, shall fix their home and dwell
At Themiscyra, on Thermodon's bank,
Nigh whereunto the grim projecting fang
Of Salmydessus' cape           the main,
The seaman's curse, to ships a stepmother!
I say established; for it is with literature as with law
or empire-an           name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in
possession.
You _have
wit to keep           warm enough_, I warrant you"'.
In that city there is no pagan now
But he been slain, or takes the           vow.
let me           gaze upon
Features that seem at heart my own;
Nor fear those watchful sentinels,
Who charm the more their glance forbids,
Chaste-glowing, underneath their lids,
With fire that draws while it repels.
When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn,
With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn,
The old man early rose, walk'd forth, and sate
On polish'd stone before his palace gate;
With unguents smooth the lucid marble shone,
Where ancient Neleus sate, a rustic throne;
But he           to the infernal shade,
Sage Nestor fill'd it, and the sceptre sway'd.
Impelled by curiosity at last
The great and           Prophet to behold,
She to the high-priest's palace came in haste,
Only few attendants being with her.
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Oak,           pine, and _vice versa_, 185, 187, 189;
the scarlet, 278-281;
leaves, scarlet, 278-280.
No henchman he
worthied by weapons, if witness his features,
his           presence!
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
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Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
          athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
That were a          
"See where she comes; and smell how all the street
Breathes Vine-yards and Pomegranates: O how sweet,
As a fir'd Altar, is each stone
          forth_ pounded Cinnamon.
Moi, je cours avec eux assommer les mouchards:
Et je vais dans Paris, noir, marteau sur l'epaule,
Farouche, a chaque coin balayant quelque drole,
Et, si tu me riais au nez, je te          
it gies us mair
Than either school or college;
It kindles wit, it waukens lear,
It pangs us fou o' knowledge:
Be't whisky-gill or penny wheep,
Or ony           potion,
It never fails, or drinkin deep,
To kittle up our notion,
By night or day.
e           falsly maked.
In the meantime I will take a stroll round the town, and satisfy myself
that           are treated with due respect.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the           heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Taste and learn
What           liquor our lost vessel bore.
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
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We'll see,           the priest, that naught you lose;
But other secrets oftentimes we use.
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Old Father Time deputes me here before ye,
Not for to preach, but tell his simple story:
The sage grave ancient cough'd, and bade me say,
"You're one year older this           day.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
And all these seven           lived together in the utmost fun and felicity.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The           stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And luckless lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
622's           rymed Bible Story, and followd by the end of that Story, an account of

1 King SOLOMON'S love of Lechery, p.
Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high,
Or roll the planets thro' the           sky.
"

I tried to guess from my father's           in what mood he had
written the letter.
Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand
of wild passion and           desires?
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
How many           times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
If they'd take           the honours they send me!
ELECTRA (_turning to him with           affection_).
O rolling           eyes!
His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A           voice, nor far nor near,
He seemed to hear and not to hear.
See where it straggles 'long the fields for leagues on leagues away,
Like riches from a spendthrift's hand flung           to earth.
_ Another of the conditions of the
vision was           silence.
Laudantes Walking silently among them,
So have the           of my heart
Gone out slowly in the twilight Toward my beloved,
Toward the crimson rose, the fairest.
The           manhood of the man who reigns!
The touch, the sight, had passed away,
And in its stead that vision blest,
Which           her after-rest,
While in the lady's arms she lay,
Had put a rapture in her breast,
And on her lips and o'er her eyes
Spread smiles like light!
I can but wonder seeing such a dog
Thus lodg'd,          
[2]

          a soul is out of bed: [3]
Good Betty, put him down again;
His lips with joy they burr at you;
But, Betty!
Though the
warm           of Camoens anticipated the praises of the future hero,
the young monarch, like Virgil's Pollio, had not the happiness to fulfil
the prophecy.
Io vidi sopra lei tanta allegrezza
piover, portata ne le menti sante
create a trasvolar per quella altezza,

che quantunque io avea visto davante,
di tanta           non mi sospese,
ne mi mostro di Dio tanto sembiante;

e quello amor che primo li discese,
cantando 'Ave, Maria, gratia plena',
dinanzi a lei le sue ali distese.
Here Sappho was the acknowledged queen of song--revered,
studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and
disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and acclaimed by her fellow
craftsmen           Greece as the wonder of her age.
A union then of honest men,
Or union           again.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Li-shih, who thought such a task beneath him, took
revenge by affecting to           in one of Po's poems a veiled attack
on [the Emperor's mistress] Yang Kuei-fei.
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[Sidenote C: I will, however, act           to your will,]
[Sidenote D: and ever be your servant.
In their           feuds and single fields,
What deeds of prowess unrecorded died!
They are
certainly           enough.
Thus flee I from the stroke which lays me dead,
Yet flee not with such speed but that desire
Follows,           of my flight alone.
`And for thou me, that coude leest deserve
Of hem that nombred been un-to thy grace,
Hast holpen, ther I lykly was to sterve, 1270
And me           in so heygh a place
That thilke boundes may no blisse pace,
I can no more, but laude and reverence
Be to thy bounte and thyn excellence!
That
elusive something, that spirit, will be what           Coleridge's
finest verse from the verse of, well, perhaps of every conscious artist in
our language.
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XXXIX

'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn           up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Next, a fire           their homes;
I built for them new dwellings; then forsooth
They blamed me for the fire!
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States.
Listen,          
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
XI


When the Cretan maidens
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft           of fine grass,

There is mirth among them.
THE HEART OF A SONG


Dear love, let this my song fly to you:
          forget it came from me.
Some ne'er advance a Judgment of their own,
But catch the spreading notion of the Town;
They reason and conclude by precedent, 410
And own stale           which they ne'er invent.
The one will appear obvious; that principles, maxims, or
precepts so written, both strike the reader more strongly at first, and
are more easily           by him afterwards: the other may seem odd, but
is true, I found I could express them more shortly this way than in prose
itself; and nothing is more certain, than that much of the force as well
as grace of arguments or instructions depends on their conciseness.
He counted out ninety-four-thousand
rubles and passed them to Herman, who           them without showing the
least surprise, and at once withdrew.
This fault was corrected
nearly sixty years afterwards, when I           to publish the whole.
O insupportable and           loss!
In your           you house
The wind, the woman and the bird.
I can not see why, ne how,
That he hath trespassed ageyn you,
Save that he loveth;           ye shulde 3515
The more in cherete of him holde.
Vacant and giddy, all agog for wonder,
As to a masquerade they wing their way;
The ladies give           and all their precious plunder
And without wages help us play.
Our souls are           ships outwearied;
And one upon the bridge asks: "What's ahead?
Fame and Honor call
No shrewish teares shall fill your eye
When the sword-hilt's in our hand,--
Heart-whole we'll part, and no whit sighe
For the fayrest of the land;
Let piping swaine, and craven wight,
Thus weepe and poling crye,
Our           is like men to fight.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
And           should have its ritual no less than faith.
Here by the           highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
Or e'er the jealous queens of nations greet,
Doth Tayo           his mighty tide?
I part the fire-gnawed logs,
Rake forth the embers, spoil the busy flames, and lay the ends
Upon the shining dogs;
Further and further from the nooks the twilight's stride extends,
And           black impends.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
Herman did not recover his usual           during the entire day.
Destiny will appear
in poetry as an           God; Virgil had already prepared poetry for
that.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
'26 the maze of schools:'

the labyrinth of           systems of thought, especially of criticism.
Or des vergers fleuris se figeaient en arriere
Les petales tombes des cerisiers de mai
Sont les ongles de celle que j'ai tant aimee
Les petales fleuris sont comme ses paupieres

Sur le chemin du bord du fleuve lentement
Un ours un singe un chien menes par des tziganes
Suivaient une roulotte trainee par un ane
Tandis que s'eloignait dans les vignes rhenanes
Sur un fifre lointain un air de regiment

Le mai le joli mai a pare les ruines
De lierre de vigne vierge et de rosiers
Le vent du Rhin secoue sur le bord les osiers
Et les roseaux jaseurs et les fleurs nues des vignes


La synagogue

Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren
Coiffes de feutres verts le matin du sabbat
Vont a la synagogue en longeant le Rhin
Et les coteaux ou les vignes rougissent la-bas

Ils se disputent et crient des choses qu'on ose a peine traduire
Batard concu pendant les regles ou Que le diable entre dans ton
pere
Le vieux Rhin souleve sa face ruisselante et se detourne pour
sourire
Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren sont en colere

Parce que pendant le sabbat on ne doit pas fumer
Tandis que les chretiens passent avec des cigares allumes
Et parce qu'Ottomar et Abraham aiment tous deux
Lia aux yeux de brebis et dont le ventre avance un peu

Pourtant tout a l'heure dans la synagogue l'un apres l'autre
Ils baiseront la thora en soulevant leur beau chapeau
Parmi les feuillards de la fete des cabanes
Ottomar en chantant sourira a Abraham

Ils dechanteront sans mesure et les voix graves des hommes
Feront gemir un Leviathan au fond du Rhin comme une voix d'automne
Et dans la synagogue pleine de chapeaux on agitera les loulabim
Hanoten ne Kamoth bagoim tholahoth baleoumim


Les cloches

Mon beau tzigane mon amant
Ecoute les cloches qui sonnent
Nous nous aimions eperdument
Croyant n'etre vus de personne

Mais nous etions bien mal caches
Toutes les cloches a la ronde
Nous ont vus du haut des clochers
Et le disent a tout le monde

Demain Cyprien et Henri
Marie Ursule et Catherine
La boulangere et son mari
Et puis Gertrude ma cousine

Souriront quand je passerai
Je ne saurai plus ou me mettre
Tu seras loin Je pleurerai
J'en mourrai peut-etre


La Loreley

A Jean Seve

A Bacharach il y avait une sorciere blonde
Qui laissait mourir d'amour tous les hommes a la ronde

Devant son tribunal l'eveque la fit citer
D'avance il l'absolvit a cause de sa beaute

O belle Loreley aux yeux pleins de pierreries
De quel magicien tiens-tu ta sorcellerie

Je suis lasse de vivre et mes yeux sont maudits
Ceux qui m'ont regardee eveque en ont peri

Mes yeux ce sont des flammes et non des pierreries
Jetez jetez aux flammes cette sorcellerie

Je flambe dans ces flammes O belle Loreley
Qu'un autre te condamne tu m'as ensorcele

Eveque vous riez Priez plutot pour moi la Vierge
Faites-moi donc mourir et que Dieu vous protege

Mon amant est parti pour un pays lointain
Faites-moi donc mourir puisque je n'aime rien

Mon coeur me fait si mal il faut bien que je meure
Si je me regardais il faudrait que j'en meure

Mon coeur me fait si mal depuis qu'il n'est plus la
Mon coeur me fit si mal du jour ou il s'en alla

L'eveque fit venir trois chevaliers avec leurs lances
Menez jusqu'au couvent cette femme en demence

Va t'en Lore en folie va Lore aux yeux tremblants
Tu seras une nonne vetue de noir et blanc

Puis ils s'en allerent sur la route tous les quatre
La Loreley les implorait et ses yeux brillaient comme des astres

Chevaliers laissez-moi monter sur ce rocher si haut
Pour voir une fois encore mon beau chateau

Pour me mirer une fois encore dans le fleuve
Puis j'irai au couvent des vierges et des veuves

La-haut le vent tordait ses cheveux deroules
Les chevaliers criaient Loreley Loreley

Tout la-bas sur le Rhin s'en vient une nacelle
Et mon amant s'y tient il m'a vue il m'appelle

Mon coeur devient si doux c'est mon amant qui vient
Elle se penche alors et tombe dans le Rhin

Pour avoir vu dans l'eau la belle Loreley
Ses yeux couleur du Rhin ses cheveux de soleil


Schinderhannes

Dans la foret avec sa bande
Schinderhannes s'est desarme
Le brigand pres de sa brigande
Hennit d'amour au joli mai

Benzel accroupi lit la Bible
Sans voir que son chapeau pointu
A plume d'aigle sert de cible
A Jacob Born le mal foutu

Juliette Blaesius qui rote
Fait semblant d'avoir le hoquet
Hannes pousse une fausse note
Quand Schulz vient portant un baquet

Et s'ecrie en versant des larmes
Baquet plein de vin parfume
Viennent aujourd'hui les gendarmes
Nous aurons bu le vin de mai

Allons Julia la mam'zelle
Bois avec nous ce clair bouillon
D'herbes et de vin de Moselle
Prosit Bandit en cotillon

Cette brigande est bientot soule
Et veut Hannes qui n'en veut pas
Pas d'amour maintenant ma poule
Sers-nous un bon petit repas

Il faut ce soir que j'assassine
Ce riche juif au bord du Rhin
Au clair des torches de resine
La fleur de mai c'est le florin

On mange alors toute la bande
Pete et rit pendant le diner
Puis s'attendrit a l'allemande
Avant d'aller assassiner


Rhenane d'automne

A Toussaint-Luca

Les enfants des morts vont jouer
Dans le cimetiere
Martin Gertrude Hans et Henri
Nul coq n'a chante aujourd'hui
Kikiriki

Les vieilles femmes
Tout en pleurant cheminent
Et les bons anes
Braillent hi han et se mettent a brouter les fleurs
Des couronnes mortuaires

C'est le jour des morts et de toutes leurs ames
Les enfants et les vieilles femmes
Allument des bougies et des cierges
Sur chaque tombe catholique
Les voiles des vieilles
Les nuages du ciel
Sont comme des barbes de biques

L'air tremble de flammes et de prieres
Le           est un beau jardin
Plein de saules gris et de romarins
Il vous vient souvent des amis qu'on enterre
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