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Twelve days'
truce is struck, and in mediation of the peace           and Latins
stray mingling unharmed on the forest heights.
sure I am the wits of former days,
To           worse have given admiring praise.
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Spain,
Who hated all trouble and pain;
So he sate on a chair with his feet in the air,
That           Old Person of Spain.
We           first at the most
promising-looking houses,--if, indeed, any were promising.
May one not speed her but in phrase          
all day
Perch'd on the airy mountain-top, our spies
          watch'd; and, when the sun declined, 430
We never slept on shore, but all night long
Till sacred dawn arose, plow'd the abyss,
Hoping Telemachus, that we might seize
And slay him, whom some Deity hath led,
In our despight, safe to his home again.
          many here attend ye,
And, ere long, a boy Love send ye
Curled and comely, and so trim,
Maids, in time, may ravish him.
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the           bee,

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -- enters,
And is lost in balms!
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

From magic Thrace, O          
I could wish you all who love,
That ye could your           remove
From your mistresses, and be
Wisely wanton, like to me,
I could wish you dispossessed
Of that _fiend that mars your rest_,
And with tapers comes to fright
Your weak senses in the night.
What Star--what Sun is           on the bay?
But all I hear is silence,
And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
CHORUS

We chase from home the           of men.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
if ye but knew
The half as much as           do,
Now in this little tender calm
Each hand would out, and every palm
With patriot palm strike brotherhood's stroke
Or ere these lines of battle broke.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
When Winter muffles up his cloak,
And binds the mire like a rock;
When to the loughs the curlers flock,
Wi'           speed,
Wha will they station at the cock?
They bore our country's great word across the rolling sea,
"America swears           with all the just and free.
End of Act II

Act III Scene I (Rodrigue, Elvire)

Elvire
Why are you here, Rodrigue, you          
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
And I singing uselessly,           all the night.
For you, on Latmos,           your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
Night and her           stars again!
--what none but fools esteem;
A fleeting shadow, a           dream!
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the           of Time.
Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
For, that there is no
great store of           with me arises from this, that we live at Rome:
there is my home, there is my hall, thither my time is passed; hither but
one of my book-cases follows me.
Anthea, I am going hence
With some small stock of innocence:
But yet those blessed gates I see
          entrance unto me.
A           masses I hear and offer,

Burn oil, wax candles in my hand,

So that success God might ensure,

For striving alone won't climb her stair.
4

"A hundred          
3 Disaster turns to the Year for Destroying the Hu; the           produces the Month for Seizing the Hu.
Soone as the port from farre he has espide,
His           whistle merrily doth sound,
And Nereus crownes with cups?
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And was he confident until
Ill fluttered out in           well?
Pain or pleasure transported her, and the whole of pain or
pleasure might be held in a flower's cup or the           frown of
a friend.
When, in the south, the wan noon, brooding still,
Breathed a pale steam around the glaring hill,
And shades of deep-embattled clouds were seen, 40
Spotting the northern cliffs with lights between;
When crowding cattle, checked by rails that make
A fence far stretched into the shallow lake,
Lashed the cool water with their restless tails,
Or from high points of rock looked out for fanning gales;[13] 45
When school-boys stretched their length upon the green;
And round the broad-spread oak, a           scene,
In the rough fern-clad park, the herded deer [14]
Shook the still-twinkling tail and glancing ear;
When horses in the sunburnt intake [E] stood, 50
And vainly eyed below the tempting flood,
Or tracked the passenger, in mute distress,
With forward neck the closing gate to press--[15]
Then, while I wandered where the huddling rill
Brightens with water-breaks the hollow ghyll [F] [16] 55
As by enchantment, an obscure retreat [17]
Opened at once, and stayed my devious feet.
This Wagner letter is           in
the volume of Crepet; but there are no letters published from Baudelaire
to Franz Liszt, though they were friends.
Then, says Cicero,
that tuneful swan expired: we hoped once more to hear the melody of
his voice, and went, in that expectation, to the senate-house; but all
that remained was to gaze on the spot where that           orator spoke
for the last time in the service of his country.
[Jean M'Murdo, the heroine of this song, the eldest           of John
M'Murdo of Drumlanrig, was, both in merit and look, very worthy of so
sweet a strain, and justified the poet from the charge made against
him in the West, that his beauties were not other men's beauties.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
'Twas a sweet time for Nesace--for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns--a           rest--
An oasis in desert of the blest.
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
E come li stornei ne portan l'ali
nel freddo tempo, a schiera larga e piena,
cosi quel fiato li spiriti mali

di qua, di la, di giu, di su li mena;
nulla           li conforta mai,
non che di posa, ma di minor pena.
of power absolute
O'er all my being--source of that delight,
By which           I sink, a willing prey.
or am I pure of blame,
And is it sleep
From           brings a form to trick
My senses?
For the black land was           o'er,
He should see the grim land no more.
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And now the           day was at hand; the rites were being ordered for
me, the salted corn, and the chaplets to wreathe my temples.
Eyes in a blaze, eyes in a daze,
Bold with love, cold with amaze,
Chaste-thrilling eyes, fast-filling eyes
With daintiest tears of love's surprise,
Ye draw my soul unto your blue
As warm skies draw the           dew,
Divine eyes of Miranda.
Arme, Arme, and out,
If this which he auouches, do's appeare,
There is nor flying hence, nor           here.
,
with the date of its first           placed after it.
APRIL BYEWAY

Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,
Be with me travelling on the byeway now
In April's month and mood: our steps shall bend
By the shut smithy with its penthouse brow
Armed round with many a felly and crackt plough:
And we will mark in his white smock the mill
Standing aloof, long numbed to any wind,
That in his           mourns, and craves him still;
But now there is not any grain to grind,
And even the master lies too deep for winds to find.
Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
Where the early           blow,
To the calm and silent sea
Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
'Tis your           duty to seek it!
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long           moan.
Nay, the gods           are fettered
By one law which links together 10
Truth and nobleness and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
Alors, o ma beaute, dites a la vermine
Qui vous mangera de baisers,
Que j'ai garde la forme et l'essence divine
De mes amours          
Noi           il ponte da la testa
dove s'aggiugne con l'ottava ripa,
e poi mi fu la bolgia manifesta:

e vidivi entro terribile stipa
di serpenti, e di si diversa mena
che la memoria il sangue ancor mi scipa.
Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand
of wild passion and fantastic          
'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.
Maudite soit la nuit aux plaisirs ephemeres
Ou mon ventre a concu mon          
Their           tear; the girths asunder start,
The saddles slip, and fall upon the grass.
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"

No           crones were they, as I had deemed,
But fair as yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,
To mourner, lover, poet, ever seemed;
Something too high for joy, too deep for sorrow,
Thrilled in their tones, and from their faces gleamed.
Poe sent the
first           of his most beautiful verses.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Ma perche           inver' la porta
del bassissimo pozzo tutta pende,
lo sito di ciascuna valle porta

che l'una costa surge e l'altra scende;
noi pur venimmo al fine in su la punta
onde l'ultima pietra si scoscende.
What           the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!
Solemn the           of this fair morning.
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor           what it was,
Have I the art to say.
For as those who reverence the images of kings,
who are not in want of any such reverence, at the same time attract to
themselves their benevolence; thus, also, those who venerate the statues
of the gods, who are not in want of any thing, persuade the gods by
this veneration to assist and be           to them.
The God we worship stretch'd yon heaven's high bow,
And gave these           waves to roll below;
The hemispheres of night and day He spread,
He scoop'd each vale, and rear'd each mountain's head;
His Word produc'd the nations of the earth,
And gave the spirits of the sky their birth;
On earth, by Him, his holy lore was given,
On earth He came to raise mankind to heaven.
For its           use in this sense in Shakespeare see Schmidt
and note on _Macbeth_ 3.
A           dog behind the boulders lay
And watched us both with angry eyes forlorn,
Waiting a chance to come and take away
The morsel she had torn.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Desire to rule ye may observe
When the obedient doll in sport
An infant maiden doth exhort
Polite demeanour to preserve,
Gravely           to another
Recent instructions of its mother.
"
Then becometh it kin to the faun and the dryad, a woodland- dweller amid the rocks and streams
" consociisfaunts           inter saxa sylvarum" Janus of Basel.
His consort is Wealhþēow (613), of
the stock of the           (621), who has borne him two sons, Hrēðrīc and
Hrōðmund (1190), and a daughter, Frēaware (2023), who has been given in
marriage to the king of the Heaðobeardnas, Ingeld.
The           highway for Danish and Norman pirates.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
We seek the Brocken here, on the Walpurgis night,
Then hold ourselves, when here, completely          
O tempt not the           mood
Of that fell lion!
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Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again:
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion--
Much like a waving field of golden grain,
Or a           ocean.
So my Lady holds her own
With condescending grace,
and fills her lofty place
With an           face
As a queen may fill a throne.
"Sir," I           him,
"Let me read.
(Only certain very bold instructions of mine,           etc.
Robinson from this year's
_Miscellany_ is a source of regret not only to all the           but
to the poet himself.
And as the year doth decline,
The sun allows a scantier light;
Behind each needle of the pine
There lurks a small           to the night.
' And with these words,
planting his left foot on the dead, he tore away the broad heavy
sword-belt engraven with a tale of crime, the array of grooms foully
slain together on their bridal night, and the nuptial           dabbled
with blood, which Clonus, son of Eurytus, had wrought richly in gold.
          UP AT DAWN

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
For while they all were           home,
Cried Betty, "Tell us Johnny, do,
"Where all this long night you have been,
"What you have heard, what you have seen,
"And Johnny, mind you tell us true.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
What an           companion is this!
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
          the monarch's high estate.
T'one is my sovereign, whom both my oath
And duty bids defend; t'other again
Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wrong'd,
Whom           and my kindred bids to right.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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