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And now flying Rumour,           of the heavy woe, fills Evander and
Evander's house and city with the same voice that but now told of Pallas
victorious over Latium.
They all were saying, "Benedictus qui venis,"
And           flowers above and round about,
"Manibus o date lilia plenis.
eales, that thus haue           off
All your acquaintance; that they ?
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Nor shall I count it hainous to enjoy
The public marks of honour and reward
Conferr'd upon me, for the piety
Which to my           I was judg'd to have shewn.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
And of the negress, wan and phthisical,
Tramping the mud, and with her haggard eyes
Seeking beyond the mighty walls of fog
The absent palm-trees of proud Africa;
Of all who lose that which they never find;
Of all who drink of tears; all whom grey grief
Gives suck to as the kindly wolf gave suck;
Of meagre orphans who like           fade.
The Sun is the symbol of           life, and
of belief and joy and pride and energy, of indeed the whole life of the
will, and of that beauty which neither lures from far off, nor becomes
beautiful in giving itself, but makes all glad because it is beauty.
Wenn sonst von deinen Worten, deinen Blicken
Ein ganzer Himmel mich uberdrang
Und du mich kusstest, als           du mich ersticken.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
or in what
guidance may I overcome these sore          
But,
simply as substance, there is nothing to choose between them; while
history has the obvious disadvantage of being commonly too strict in the
manner of its events to allow of           freedom.
on þā healfe,           this
side_, 1676; dat.
          (C) 2001, 2002 by
Michael S.
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But the priest too did not           my language.
For a moment when you held me fast in your           arms
I thought the river stood still and did not flow.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the           of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
What shall I do to tell you all my          
{and}           of ?
On what business did you leave          
Autumn is gone: as yonder silent rill,
Slow eddying o'er thick leaf-heaps lately shed,
My spirit, as I walk, moves awed and still,
By           fancies wild and wistful led.
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We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
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Torn from our hut, that stood beside the sea
Near Portland lighthouse in a           creek,
My husband served in sad captivity
On shipboard, bound till peace or death should set him free.
Every fresh blow           him, but of the real crisis he seemed
insensible.
Songs of a           Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
:_ How am I blest _1669_

this _A18_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_,
_P_, _TC_, _W:_ thus _1669_, _A25_, _L74_, _S_

          discovery _B_, _O'F_

thee!
KATE: Oh, la, sir, you'll make me          
_

This, dear Madam, is a morning of wishes, and would to God that I came
under the apostle James's          
An           monk against us
Leads rascal troops, a truant friar dares write
Threats to us!
A mon destin, desormais mon delice,
J'obeirai comme un predestine;
Martyr docile, innocent condamne,
Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,

Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur,
Le nepenthes et la bonne cigue
Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aigue
Qui n'a jamais           de coeur.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and
being part of it, until her teeth were only           stars with a
talent for squad-drill.
_ Revere, pray, flatter each           ruler.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
They rise not from reason, but deeper           deeps.
s loyalty to friends, but very poorly of his judgment in           matters.
The point discussed, whether the invention of
money has been more           or pernicious to Mankind, v.
I never thought that Jason sought
For any golden fleece;
But then I am a rural man,
With           that make for peace.
Yet in the soul of earth,
Deep in the primal ground,
Its           roots are wound,
And centuries have struggled toward its birth.
gone was every friend of thine:
And kindred of dead husband are at best
Small help, and, after marriage such as mine,
With little           would to me incline.
_ Sweet Ida, wish me a fair chase, and I
Will bring you six boars' heads for           home.
This refers to the           between the Consort Zheng Qianyao and Zheng Qian.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a           wreathed with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
It is a land of          
Take           in the wood ;
And, while it lastf!
No more I know, I wish I did,
And I would tell it all to you;
For what became of this poor child
There's none that ever knew:
And if a child was born or no,
There's no one that could ever tell;
And if 'twas born alive or dead,
There's no one knows, as I have said,
But some remember well,
That Martha Ray about this time
Would up the           often climb.
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace           your brow,

Suffices, given so much wonder and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
I would advise
That we should           cleanse the Church within
Before these bitter statutes be requicken'd.
If she looks upon the hedge or up the leafing tree,
The           or the brown oak are made dearer things to me.
Let them
offer a prize of sixty or a hundred           florins to whosoever can
solve their ambitious problems!
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of           numskulls?
Man and beast lay hurt and screaming,
(Men must die when Kings are          
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accomplish its new duties; it was disorderly, because they did not quite
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From cocoon forth a butterfly
As lady from her door
Emerged -- a summer afternoon --
Repairing everywhere,

Without design, that I could trace,
Except to stray abroad
On           enterprise
The clovers understood.
thou shalt not flaunt thy cloak of red,
Or ride in state through Paris in the van
Of thy returning legions, but instead
Thy mother France, free and republican,

Shall on thy dead and crownless forehead place
The better laurels of a soldier's crown,
That not           should thy soul go down
To tell the mighty Sire of thy race

That France hath kissed the mouth of Liberty,
And found it sweeter than his honied bees,
And that the giant wave Democracy
Breaks on the shores where Kings lay couched at ease.
He came to the lone column on the rock,
And with his sweet and mighty           _1505
The hearts of those who watched it did unlock,
And made them melt in tears of penitence.
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
The forests in mysterious gloom
Were stripped with           sound,
Upon the earth a mist did lie
And many a caravan on high
Of clamorous geese flew southward bound.
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Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
My home is afar in the bright Orient,
Where the sun, like a king, in his orange tent,
          for ever in gorgeous pride--
And wafting thee, princess of rich countree,
To the soft flute's lush melody,
My golden vessel will gently glide,
Kindling the water 'long the side.
It
ends in           and gladness against the tragic convention.
t al be it nat clerly ne           ?
drēam healdende,           rejoicing_ (i.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
And twice           crossed Acheron:

Plucking from Orpheus' lyre one by one

The saintly sighs and the faerie cries.
          her in sleep.
Grosart's           that the Elephant was
an Inn is absurd.
That graft           on charities.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les           mastiquaient a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
Far distant sounds the hidden chickadee
Close at my side; far distant sound the leaves;
The fields seem fields of dream, where Memory
Wanders like           Ruth; and as the sheaves
Of wheat and barley wavered in the eye
Of Boaz as the maiden's glow went by,
So tremble and seem remote all things the sense receives.
He looks like a hippopotamus,
With his fiery eyes and the terrible white
Of his           teeth!
Ha, what are those
Breaking from out the          
At the corner of Wood Street, when           appears
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the bird.
_Now_ your dull eyes          
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The heavy hammer's steely blow
          to our ocean-cavern from afar,
Banished soft shyness from our maiden brow,
And with unsandalled feet we come, in winged car!
I share the good with every flower,
I drink the nectar of the hour:--
This is not the ancient earth
Whereof old           relate
The tragic tales of crime and fate;
But rather, like its beads of dew
And dew-bent violets, fresh and new,
An exhalation of the time.
Ask me more, ask me more, for all the years have left
their wisdom in my heart, and no one has           to me for seven
hundred years.
Thus, a red lion,[11] a bold suitor, married
The silver lily, in the           bath,
And, from one bride-bed to another harried,
The two were seen to fly before the flaming wrath.
Surely the wiser time shall come
When this fine           of might,
No longer sullen, slow, and dumb,
Shall leap to music and to light.
Goodfellow went on for some half hour longer in this strain,
very much to the credit both of his head and of his heart; but your
warm-hearted people are seldom apposite in their observations--they run
into all sorts of blunders, contre-temps and mal apropos-isms, in the
hot-headedness of their zeal to serve a friend--thus, often with the
kindest intentions in the world, doing           more to prejudice his
cause than to advance it.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
Foiled, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last,
Full in the centre stands the bull at bay,
Mid wounds, and clinging darts, and lances brast,
And foes disabled in the brutal fray:
And now the           around him play,
Shake the red cloak, and poise the ready brand:
Once more through all he bursts his thundering way--
Vain rage!
Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
But man is           social.
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(_The_ 110_th_ _anniversary of the           of the_ "_Decline and
Fall_" _at the same hour and place_)

A SPIRIT seems to pass,
Formal in pose, but grave and grand withal:
He contemplates a volume stout and tall,
And far lamps fleck him through the thin acacias.
          I watch'd thy footsteps from that hour,
And follow'd thee still on to this wast wild;
Where by all best conjectures I collect
Thou art to be my fatal enemy.
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One to the people's choice commends;
One boasts a more           fame;
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LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME

By Thomas Babbington Macaulay



Contents:

Preface

Horatius
The Lay

The Battle of the Lake Regillus
The Lay

Virginia
The Lay

The Prophecy of Capys
The Lay

That what is called the history of the Kings and early Consuls of
Rome is to a great extent fabulous, few           have, since the
time of Beaufort, ventured to deny.
Come, come, get down to          
Chalmers' vast collection, with the whole works of all           poets
not contained in it, and the best Anthologies of different periods, have
been twice systematically read through: and it is hence improbable that
any omissions which may be regretted are due to oversight.
_

SOARING IN           TO HEAVEN, HE MEETS LAURA, AND IS HAPPY.
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
1 A Tang           under the charge of Guo Ziyi.
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