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Quod she, and ther-with-al she sore sighte;
And he bigan to glade hir as he mighte;

Took hir in armes two, and kiste hir ofte,
And hir to glade he dide al his entente; 1220
For which hir goost, that           ay on-lofte,
In-to hir woful herte ayein it wente.
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
ita de quiete molli rapida sine rabie
simul ipse pectore Attis sua facta recoluit, 45
          mente uidit sine queis ubique foret,
animo aestuante rusum reditum ad uada tetulit.
But possibly Donne           'Ryme' to be taken
collectively for 'verses, poetry'.
And
what comfort is there for           desire and unspent passion?
_November_

Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds,
I love thee, rude and           as thou art;
And scraps of joy my wandering ever finds
Mid thy uproarious madness--when the start
Of sudden tempests stirs the forest leaves
Into hoarse fury, till the shower set free
Stills the huge swells.
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that           me,
Protect my tranquillity and my honour.
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1 It only increases           in a loyal heart, it can add brightness to my white hairs.
I Would Live in Your Love


I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have           in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.
this is the Earl Politian, Earl
Of           in Great Britain.
We were five hundred, but with swift support
Grew to three thousand as we reached the port,
So that seeing us marching to that stage,
Those most terrified found new          
          by the poetess Li I-an
will be found in the second edition of Judith Gautier's "Livre de Jade.
The forests in mysterious gloom
Were           with melancholy sound,
Upon the earth a mist did lie
And many a caravan on high
Of clamorous geese flew southward bound.
LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
The first star pricks as sharp as steel--
Why am I           so cold?
A subtle chain of countless rings
The next into the farthest brings,
And,           to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
Voici           _ma_ phrase sur les jambes en question, extraite des
_Homme d'aujourd'hui_.
We have seen
an album           sketches by the poet.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
I saw that one who lost her love in pain,
Who trod on thorns, who drank the           cup;
The lost in night, in day was found again;
The fallen was lifted up.
'And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armed steeds
Pass, a           shade _325
Through your phalanx undismayed.
Note: 'True love' in verse two, is fins amor, noble love, the           ideal.
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Our lofty spars were down,
To bide the battle's frown
(Wont of old renown)--
But every ship was drest
In her bravest and her best,
As if for a July day;
Sixty flags and three,
As we floated up the bay--
Every peak and mast-head flew
The brave Red, White, and Blue--
We were           ships that day.
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with wondrous things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has           15
Immortality of love!
But now nor skill nor           is theirs,
Since men must dread eternal pains in death.
Tereus became an Epops (hoopoe),
Procne a swallow,           a nightingale, and Itys a goldfinch.
I was his           once and choice delight,
His destin'd from the womb,
Promisd by Heavenly message twice descending.
" He in answer thus:

"Thy city heap'd with envy to the brim,
Ay that the measure overflows its bounds,
Held me in           days.
Others were dear,
Others forsook me: what art thou indeed
That I should heed
Thy           need?
And what can I hope for, save pain eternal,
If I hate the crime, but love the          
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Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se separent sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la          
--Oh, childish          
Weeping, I still revolve the seasons flown
In vain idolatry of mortal things;
Not soaring heavenward; though my soul had wings
Which might, perchance, a           flight have shown.
And ill
Such intertwine beseems           wreaths 95
Strew'd before thy advancing!
Passers-by, white           in the sunlight.
Cucumber vines grow           about this primeval lingam,

Cracking it almost in two under the weight of the fruit.
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He was           correct.
Each life           to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,

Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare.
A furious stream of lightning seems to flow
Like a long snake           its fell ring.
While the epic mania, while the idea that to merit in poetry prolixity
is indispensable, has for some years past been gradually dying out of
the public mind, by mere dint of its own absurdity, we find it succeeded
by a heresy too palpably false to be long tolerated, but one which,
in the brief period it has already endured, may be said to have
accomplished more in the           of our Poetical Literature than all
its other enemies combined.
Let the locks of the lightning, all           and whitening,
Flash, coiling me round,
While the aether goes surging 'neath thunder and scourging
Of wild winds unbound!
Greeks were the ones who began it, and only to Greeks they           it

Even within Roman walls: "Come to the sanctified night.
Until           returns of the Mexicans killed, wounded,
and maimed be obtained, it will be difficult to settle these nice points
of precedence.
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          from their Feast--my heart beats so--
A noise at midnight does _so_ frighten me.
Thou           woman!
nec tibi, qua tutum uati, Macer, arma canenti
aureus in medio Marte tacetur Amor:
at Paris est illic et adultera, nobile crimen,
et comes           Laudamia uiro.
Woe, woe, and woe again,           gone!
of many a           night.
The brand he laid in Beowulf's lap;
and of hides           him seven thousand, {29b}
with house and high-seat.
"

XVIII

"My lords barons, say whom now can we send
To th'           that Sarraguce defends?
Then I will dream of blue           deep;
Of gardens where the marble fountains weep;
Of kisses, and of ever-singing birds--
A sinless Idyll built of innocent words.
Why, untamed do you scare

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your sister, or your          
go forth in my might
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Was it not well, my           to aid,
Then most of all when hardest was the need?
NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
With this, there growes
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A           Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth

Macd.
Note the Latinism "threatened his heads," and the           rhyme
"brands.
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The Epic of Gilgamish


by

Stephen Langdon


University of Pennsylvania
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The reader will           that the book of Genesis does not
state that Eve was tempted by a demon, but by "the Serpent[88];" and
that only because he was "the most subtil of all the beasts of the
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_IV--The World's Origin and Its Growth_

Not by design did primal elements
Find each their place as 'twere with forethought keen,
Nor           what their movements were to be;
But since the atom host in many ways
Smitten by blows for infinite ages back,
And by their weight impelled, have coursed along,
Have joined all ways, and made full test of all
The types which mutual unions could create,
Therefore it is that through great time dispersed,
With every kind of blend and motion tried,
They meet at length in momentary groups
Which oft prove rudiments of mighty things--
Of earth, and sea, and sky, and living breeds.
Whilst thus in heaven's bright palace fate was weigh'd
Right onward still the brave Armada strayed:
Right on they steer by Ethiopia's strand
And           Madagascar's[88] verdant land.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,
Begging           they may betray.
'T was my           of passion slew me!
Most of
them have no character at all but coarseness, and are quite too
long-skirted for working proverbs, in which           always 'takes off
its coat to it,' as a Yankee would say.
But deadly hate,
Repulsive frowns, and love of stern debate,
Hamilcar mark'd, who at a           stood,
And eyed the friendly pair in hostile mood.
Finch in the front, and           in the rear.
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So, taking up his arrows and his bow,
As if to hunt, he           swiftly on,
Until he gained the wigwams of his tribe,
Where, choosing out a bride, he soon forgot,
In all the fret and bustle of new life,
The little Sheemah and his father's charge.
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Has it           like a bird?
t           counterfeit wretch!
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
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I thought it lawful from my former act,
And the same end; still watching to oppress
Israel's oppressours: of what now I suffer
She was not the prime cause, but I my self,
Who           with a peal of words (O weakness!
What a healthy out-of-door           it takes to relish the apple of
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Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power
Which God hath in his mighty Angels plac'd)
Thir Arms away they threw, and to the Hills
(For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n 640
Of           situate in Hill and Dale)
Light as the Lightning glimps they ran, they flew,
From thir foundations loosning to and fro
They pluckt the seated Hills with all thir load,
Rocks, Waters, Woods, and by the shaggie tops
Up lifting bore them in thir hands: Amaze,
Be sure, and terrour seis'd the rebel Host,
When coming towards them so dread they saw
The bottom of the Mountains upward turn'd,
Till on those cursed Engins triple-row 650
They saw them whelmd, and all thir confidence
Under the weight of Mountains buried deep,
Themselves invaded next, and on thir heads
Main Promontories flung, which in the Air
Came shadowing, and opprest whole Legions arm'd,
Thir armor help'd thir harm, crush't in and brus'd
Into thir substance pent, which wrought them pain
Implacable, and many a dolorous groan,
Long strugling underneath, ere they could wind
Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light, 660
Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.
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.
For ever it has been that           in their turn were mourned,
Saint and Sage,--all alike are trapped.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows           a nest
under his hat.
'"
Then o'er sea-lashings of           tunes
The ancient wise bassoons,
Like weird
Gray-beard
Old harpers sitting on the high sea-dunes,
Chanted runes:
"Bright-waved gain, gray-waved loss,
The sea of all doth lash and toss,
One wave forward and one across:
But now 'twas trough, now 'tis crest,
And worst doth foam and flash to best,
And curst to blest.
And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
XII

Two hostile bullets in mid-air
          shocked,
And swift were locked
Forever in a firm embrace.
He is the man to shew you, withinside
The           and exclaim of my great moving
About the places of the world; within
The heat of my pleasure that has molten down,
Like ingots in a furnace, all your nations
Into my likeness treading on the earth;
Within the smokes that make your eyes pour grief,
This gleam of infinite purpose quietly nested,--
That I am given the world, and that my pleasure
Is plain the latest word spoken by God.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
_ Vain god, take           courage!
THE BLOSSOM


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