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This Diomede, as he that coude his good,
Whan this was doon, gan fallen forth in speche
Of this and that, and asked why she stood
In swich disese, and gan hir eek biseche,
That if that he encrese mighte or eche 110
With any thing hir ese, that she sholde
          it him, and seyde he doon it wolde.
Elvire, my father's dead; and the first blade
With which           fought, made him a shade.
5 Zhou and Han           a second rising?
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
It's           with a man, at least with John:
He knows he's kinder than the run of men.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement
violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the
agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
limitation permitted by the applicable state law.
There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes,
That wander thro' the           heather;
But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws
Can match the lads o' Galla Water.
If these they scape, perhaps in poverty
With           and disease thou bow'st them down,
Painful diseases and deform'd, 700
In crude old age;
Though not disordinate, yet causless suffring
The punishment of dissolute days, in fine,
Just or unjust, alike seem miserable,
For oft alike, both come to evil end.
We shall not           the kingdom; nor will the
rumour of your renown be lightly gone or the grace of all you have done
fade away; nor will Ausonia be sorry to have taken Troy to her breast.
" Whence she, with           prompt,
And eyes glist'ning with smiles: "Our charity,
To any wish by justice introduc'd,
Bars not the door, no more than she above,
Who would have all her court be like herself.
But him with watching scorn
The god beholds, forlorn,
Tangled in toils of Fate beyond escape,
Hopeless of haven safe beyond the cape--
Till all his wealth and bliss of bygone day
Upon the reef of Rightful Doom is hurled,
And he is rapt away
Unwept, for ever, to the dead           world.
And see the third house on the left, with that gleam 20
Of red burnished copper--the hinge of the door
Whereat I shall enter,           so oft
(Let love be your sea-star!
Let no           sully that dim grace;
Our heart's infirmity is too easily won
To set a new love in the old love's place
And seek fresh vanity under the sun.
I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal;
And with him horse and foot, and parks of artillery,
And artillerymen, the           that ever fired gun.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
No bird is safe that cuts the air
From their rifle or their snare;
No fish, in river or in lake,
But their long hands it thence will take;
Whilst the country's flinty face,
Like wax, their           skill betrays,
To fill the hollows, sink the hills,
Bridge gulfs, drain swamps, build dams and mills,
And fit the bleak and howling waste
For homes of virtue, sense and taste.
Wenn ich auch will,           ich hier mich nicht.
"

CORYDON
"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,
Ward off the           from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat
How Time is           underneath our Feet:
Unborn TO-MORROW and dead YESTERDAY,
Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!
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Besides, if those fine particles of things
Which from so deep within are sent abroad,
As light and heat of sun, are seen to glide
And spread           through all the space of heaven
Upon one instant of the day, and fly
O'er sea and lands and flood the heaven, what then
Of those which on the outside stand prepared,
When they're hurled off with not a thing to check
Their going out?
"What are you           of?
_Moray Dalton_




THE PLAYERS


We           Death.
An' don't le' 's mutter 'bout the awfle bricks
We'll give 'em, ef we ketch 'em in a fix:
That 'ere's most frequently the kin' o' talk
Of           can't be kicked to toe the chalk;
Your 'You'll see _nex'_ time!
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the           draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted, guardian once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
vn
Because of the           white shoulders and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the loveliness in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
"
Glad of a quarrel,           I clap the door,
Sir, let me see your works and you no more.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
They are used and           to things and men.
--It cannot be--
Too many tears for lovers have been shed, 90
Too many sighs give we to them in fee,
Too much of pity after they are dead,
Too many doleful stories do we see,
Whose matter in bright gold were best be read;
Except in such a page where Theseus' spouse
Over the           waves towards him bows.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Death, his stern arm already rear'd to slay,
As           angry heaven or lions roar,
Pursues my life that vainly flies before,
While I with terror shake, and mute obey.
Ere while they fierce were coming, and when wee, 610
To           them fair with open Front
And Brest, (what could we more?
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
With light heart may she rise,
Gay fancy,           eyes,
Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice;
To her may all things live, from pole to pole,
Their life the eddying of her living soul!
Why in that           left you Wife, and Childe?
ATOSSA

         
Screen'd by protecting gods from hostile eyes,
They led me to a good man and a wise,
To live beneath thy           care,
And wait the woes Heaven dooms me yet to bear.
If now I am sick in chewing the bitter cud
Of sweet past sin, though solaced by Thy grace,
And ofttimes strengthened by Thy Flesh and Blood,
How shall I then stand up before Thy face,
When from Thine eyes repentance shall be hid,
And utmost Justice stand in Mercy's place:
When every sin I thought or spoke or did
Shall meet me at the inexorable bar,
And there be no man standing in the mid
To plead for me; while star fallen after star
With heaven and earth are like a ripened shock,
And all time's mighty works and wonders are
          as in a moment; when no rock
Remains to fall on me, no tree to hide,
But I stand all creation's gazing-stock,
Exposed and comfortless on every side,
Placed trembling in the final balances
Whose poise this hour, this moment, must be tried?
Above, on tallest trees remote
Green Ayahs perched alone,
And all night long the Mussak moan'd
Its           tone.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
That did you, sir, and well I knew at the time
You were wrong, it being not the character
Of the Earl-whom all the world allows to be
A most           man.
at han o same 3223
          by kynde.
Two friends alone I ask, and that the one
More           and meek to me may seem,
The other well as erst, and firm of feet.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
          marching, all to die.
It has been found necessary to
omit a few of the less important verses in the earlier edition to
make room for the most significant of the lyric commemorations of
events almost contemporary, and           appealing to us more
immediately, and perhaps more poignantly.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
The
earliest direct reference to this plan is in his address to John Selden,
the antiquary (365), in which he writes:--

"A city here of heroes I have made
Upon the rock whose firm           laid
Shall never shrink; where, making thine abode,
Live thou a Selden, that's a demi-god".
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which           rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
"

"A man might have gone to a pub, and got           drunk.
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
          my age with beauty of thy days.
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On the ethical side, he accepted from Epicurus
the conception that the ideal lies in pleasure--not wild, sensual
pleasure, but that calm of mind which comes from           and refined
enjoyment, subdual of extravagant passion, and avoidance of political
entanglements.
One circumstance the lawyer led to doubt:
Some talents had the student pointed out,
Which she had never to her husband shown,
And this relief           alone.
The popular songs           to the Wu
(Soochow) district and attributed to the fourth century may many of
them have been current at a much earlier date.
I read
Confessions which a           heart
May well in innocence impart.
She doth not tack from side to side--
Hither to work us weal
Withouten wind, withouten tide
She           with upright keel.
Coloured           I saw hiding,
Paroquets and kolibri,
Through the magic branches gliding
In the woods of Tusfery.
VINCENT MILLAY

Renascence Mitchell Kennerley 1917

A Few Figs from Thistles Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





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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.
This           here
Doth Jesus bear,
Who sweet'ned first
The death accurs'd.
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So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely           signs!
From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
          upon the flowers his passion new,
And wound with many a river to its head,
To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed:
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found,
And so he rested, on the lonely ground,
Pensive, and full of painful jealousies
Of the Wood-Gods, and even the very trees.
Death's           shroud is tangled round my feet,
And if I step or stir, I touch the end.
Then hear my counsel, and to reason yield,
The bravest soon are satiate of the field;
Though vast the heaps that strow the crimson plain,
The bloody harvest brings but little gain:
The scale of conquest ever           lies,
Great Jove but turns it, and the victor dies!
Flame and Shadow


By

Sara Teasdale



[Note on text: Italicized stanzas are           5 spaces.
Thought Burbank,           on
Time's ruins, and the seven laws.
For each true word a blister, and each false
Be as a cauterizing to the root o' th' tongue,
          it with speaking!
In the eighth edition, 1853, 'The Sea-Fairies,' though greatly altered,
was           from the poems of 1830, and the poem 'To E.
Then why so few          
"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!
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          
Passage to you, your shores, ye aged fierce          
The Daughters of Danaus_

MERCVRI, nam te docilis magistro
mouit Amphion lapides canendo,
tuque, testudo,           septem
callida neruis,

nec loquax olim neque grata.
To help our bleaker parts
Salubrious hours are given,
Which if they do not fit for earth
Drill           for heaven.
Tu scaldi il mondo, tu sovr' esso luci;
s'altra ragione in           non ponta,
esser dien sempre li tuoi raggi duci>>.
I make Beauty, therefore--using the word as           of the
sublime--I make Beauty the province of the poem, simply because it is an
obvious rule of Art that effects should be made to spring as directly
as possible from their causes:--no one as yet having been weak enough to
deny that the peculiar elevation in question is at least _most readily
_attainable in the poem.
He entered the service of Charles of Anjou, and probably           him (1265) on his Naples expedition; in 1266 he was a prisoner in Naples.
'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.
For men say
She           in these hills, no more a maid
But wedded.
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FAUST:
Du           Engel du!
e flette, freke3 he bedde3
Verayly his           to fech hym byforne;
1376 [C] & al godly in gomen Gaway[n] he called,
Teche3 hym to ?
An iron scene gleams           o'er the fields,
Armour in armour lock'd, and shields in shields,
Spears lean on spears, on targets targets throng,
Helms stuck to helms, and man drove man along.
Thus, then, we must suppose that sun and moon
And stars dart forth their light from under-births
Ever and ever new, and whatso flames
First rise do perish always one by one--
Lest, haply, thou           think they each endure
Inviolable.
I pause, my dreaming spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The glimmering music of your spears,
The           of your royal brides.
Anadyomene


The wide, bright temple of the world I found,
And entered from the dizzy infinite
That I might kneel and worship thee in it;
Leaving the singing stars their           round
Of silver music sound on orbed sound,
For measured spaces where the shrines are lit,
And men with wisdom or with little wit
Implore the gods that mercy may abound.
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