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Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
          my friend for my sake to approve her.
Tandis
que Baudelaire se hatait de recueillir en           les articles
justificatifs d'Edmond Thierry, Barbey d'Aurevilly, Charles Asselineau,
etc.
Stand and defy me with thy           presence!
"His Takhallus or           name (Khayyam) signifies a Tent-maker, and
he is said to have at one time exercised that trade, perhaps before
Nizam-ul-Mulk's generosity raised him to independence.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
Rubis i ot, saphirs, jagonces,
          plus de dix onces.
We have seen
an album           sketches by the poet.
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And the eagle sleeps on the sceptre of Zeus,
          his swift wings on either side,
The king of birds.
Hard-souled Alfieri; and fancy-willed
Boiardo, who with           filled
The pauses of the jostled shield.
          FLORA, the goddess of flowers.
They (the stream soon left behind)
With even           graceful smote the ground;
But so she ruled them, managing with art
The scourge, as not to leave afar, although
Following on foot, Ulysses and her train.
Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame,
And she, who makes the           lyre submit,
Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame
And yours by my weak wit.
"

* * * * *

Yet what are all such gaieties to me
Whose           are full of indices and surds?
alle           {and} clepe?
SHELLEY By Samuel Roth
Our poet, says a simple tale of him,
Held with a stubborn           the faith
That babes are born in heaven, and, so saith
This tale, perhaps spurred by a sudden whim,
With one new born held converse lengthy.
He could           believe his eyes.
Green           banks that are too steep
To be o'erbrowzed by the sheep,
May all sad thoughts adown you creep
Without a shepherd?
"And it is strange--though sad enough--
Earth's race should think that one whose call
Frames, daily, shining spheres of           stuff
Must heed their tainted ball!
We differed in opinion           him.
Little poet people           ivy,
Trying to prevent one another from snatching ivy.
But why
Stands Macbeth thus          
Quare nec tales dignantur visere coetus,
Nec se           patiuntur lumine claro.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
e pore man his bone; 291
he           him to clo?
They are dreams of horror clothed in brass,
Which from           depths of evil pass
With futile aim to dare the Infinite!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
          grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
Chimene
My           mind dares hope for nothing there.
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
Deborah was great in her prophesying;
But, though her anger moved through the Israelites,
And the loose tribes her indignant crying
Bound into song, fashion'd to an army;
And before the measure of her song went flying,
Like leaves and breakage of the woods
Fallen into pouring floods,
The iron and the men of Sisera and Jabin;
Not by her alone
God's punishment was done
On Canaan intending a           crime,
On the foaming and poison of the serpent in Hazor;
Two women were the power of God that time.
; for these were thus           because they are equal
to the sum of their parts.
The variation in printed characters between the dominant motif, a           one and those adjacent, marks its importance for oral utterance and the scale, mid-way, at top or bottom of the page will show how the intonation rises or falls.
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may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine;
And may those           gild thy reign,
That ne'er wad blink on mine!
II

Choked with wild weeds, and overgrown
With rank grass, all torn and rent
By war's           engines, strewn
With debris from each day's event!
if I but stretch this hand,
I heave the gods, the ocean, and the land;
I fix the chain to great Olympus' height,
And the vast world hangs           in my sight!
]

Once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I'll love my           Nell.
I have no           time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
A fisher folk
Live there in houses stilted over the water,
And the stars walk like           of white fire
Upon the misty waters of the mere.
Pompey           the liberty of speech, and limited the time.
[And           printed 'ic' as Midland or Northern 'ic', instead of the Southern 'ich'.
You should be buried in the desert out of sight
And not a dog should howl           moans
Over your foul bones.
And as he walked he looked from side to side
To find some pleasant nook for his repast,
Since appetite was come to munch at last
The           morsel!
On th' other, where an intersected space
Yet shows the           void, abide
All they, who look'd to Christ already come.
With not even one blow          
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
They lie,           out, where the blood-puddles soak,
Their black lips gaping with the last cry spoke.
But thou thyself, looking upon them,
Didst weaken the           mortally.
Now had they waken'd; and the hour drew near
When they were wont to bring us food; the mind
Of each misgave him through his dream, and I
Heard, at its outlet           lock'd up
The' horrible tower: whence uttering not a word
I look'd upon the visage of my sons.
hoc misso in Syriam           omnibus aures:
audibant eadem haec leniter et leuiter,
nec sibi postilla metuebant talia uerba,
cum subito affertur nuntius horribilis, 10
Ionios fluctus, postquam illuc Arrius isset,
iam non Ionios esse, sed Hionios.
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See           to _Isabella_ and _The Eve of St.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
He, nor that affable           ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
But when your countenance fill'd up his line,
Then lacked I matter; that enfeebled mine.
For instance, take this
assertion of one of the reviewers: "The sacred and           union of
thought with verse, twin-born and immortally wedded from the moment of
their common birth, can never be understood by those who desire verse
translations of good poetry.
BOOK III




PROEM

O thou who first uplifted in such dark
So clear a torch aloft, who first shed light
Upon the           ends of man,
O thee I follow, glory of the Greeks,
And set my footsteps squarely planted now
Even in the impress and the marks of thine--
Less like one eager to dispute the palm,
More as one craving out of very love
That I may copy thee!
Even now, when one
wishes to make the voice           and passionless, as in the Angel's
part in my _Hour-Glass_, one finds it desirable for the player to speak
always upon pure musical notes, written out beforehand and carefully
rehearsed.
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Doth still before thee rise the beauteous image 29
There laughs in the           year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
I alone / am desolate
          the days / of our long parting:
My grieving heart's / settled pain
No one else / can understand.
And how they guard it, who o'erween
A           people, with their might!
O cruel, grim,           Death!
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
e           freke, ?
OF GRACE
CANZON: THE VISION
TO OUR LADY OF           ATONEMENT EPILOGUE
NOTES
?
To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his power
Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event
In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
We may with more           hope resolve 120
To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.
What balks or breaks others is fuel for
his burning           to contact and amorous joy.
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
and papers was,
With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke,
And           sought way in the weedy gras:
Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has.
One day           her kernel-stone
She set it by a wall that faced the south;
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Watched for a waxing shoot,
But there came none;
It never saw the sun,
It never felt the trickling moisture run:
While with sunk eyes and faded mouth
She dreamed of melons, as a traveller sees
False waves in desert drouth
With shade of leaf-crowned trees,
And burns the thirstier in the sandful breeze.
But in one very important matter the stories coincide, that of the
general           and fate of the two devils.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate           blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
And cracking frieze and rotten metope
Express, as though they were an open tome
Top-lined with caustic monitory gnome;
"Dunces, Learn here to spell          
Wailing her Itys in that sad, sad strain,
Builds the poor bird, reproach to after time
Of Cecrops' house, for bloody           ta'en
On foul barbaric crime.
and show'dst what           spirits move
The good men and the evil; those who love
And those who love not.
Yea, for to our new love, did it not seem,
That dark and quiet length of hill,
The           grief of the world?
Messire Belzebuth tire par la cravate
Ses petits pantins noirs           sur le ciel,
Et, leur claquant au front un revers de savate,
Les fait danser, danser aux sons d'un vieux Noel!
that           my sorrowing soul to mirth,
While full four lustres time completely made.
On her return from the drive, she hastened to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of           mingled with fear.
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But ever in the noonlight
She pined and pined away;
Sought them by night and day,
Found them no more, but           and grew gray,
Then fell with the first snow,
While to this day no grass will grow
Where she lies low:
I planted daisies there a year ago
That never blow.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
e greue3 grene ar her wede3,
[F] Brydde3 busken to bylde, &           syngen,
[G] For solace of ?
How oft, all lonely, to my sweet retreat
From man and from myself I strive to fly,
Bathing with dewy eyes each much-loved seat,
And           every blossom with a sigh!
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_Es           et vorax et aleo.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Who knows what           and beauty, moral and natural, are
there to be found?
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 mysterious 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           head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
'
Thus having said, Phoebus impetuously _295
Sought high Cyllene's forest-cinctured hill,
And the deep cavern where dark shadows lie,
And where the ambrosial nymph with happy will
Bore the Saturnian's love-child, Mercury--
And a           odour from the dew _300
Of the hill pastures, at his coming, flew.
:
_ferri           Dap et Paris.
Wick" and had forgotten that he was a           of the Order of the
Star of India.
inges or           weren
blysful yif ?
[558] Phrynichus, a           of Thespis, improved the dramatic art, when
still no more than a child; it was he who first introduced female
characters upon the stage and made use of the iambic of six feet in
tragedies.
She met me, and but barely took
My proffered warm embrace;
Preoccupation weighed her look,
And           her sweet face.
'Twixt           and amaze,
In sooth no will had I to utter aught,
Or hear.
And to Baudelaire's account must
be laid much           morbid writing.
joieous I hys           would slea,
And bie hys syde for aie enclose myne eies.
habent sua munera rami;
namque hic per frondis           mala relucent.
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