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The           journey full of cares appears,
When couples match in neither souls nor years!
Fortune to Lewis a fair face shall show,
As late a           mien, upon that plain,
Which even to where vext Adria pours her tides,
Po, between Alp and Apennine, divides.
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And this new knight, Sir Pelleas of the isles--
But lately come to his inheritance,
And lord of many a barren isle was he--
Riding at noon, a day or twain before,
Across the forest called of Dean, to find
Caerleon and the King, had felt the sun
Beat like a strong knight on his helm, and reeled
Almost to falling from his horse; but saw
Near him a mound of even-sloping side,
Whereon a hundred stately beeches grew,
And here and there great hollies under them;
But for a mile all round was open space,
And fern and heath: and slowly Pelleas drew
To that dim day, then binding his good horse
To a tree, cast himself down; and as he lay
At random looking over the brown earth
Through that green-glooming           of the grove,
It seemed to Pelleas that the fern without
Burnt as a living fire of emeralds,
So that his eyes were dazzled looking at it.
FROM HAFIZ

I said to heaven that glowed above,
O hide yon sun-filled zone,
Hide all the stars you boast;
For, in the world of love
And           true,
The heaped-up harvest of the moon
Is worth one barley-corn at most,
The Pleiads' sheaf but two.
While he wrought,
His fiery           from the plain around
Hunted the sons of Enoch and of Seth;
They plucked the eyes out of whoever passed,
And hurled at even arrows to the stars.
Or Maia's son, if now awhile
In           guise we see thee here,
Caesar's avenger--such the style
Thou deign'st to bear;
Late be thy journey home, and long
Thy sojourn with Rome's family;
Nor let thy wrath at our great wrong
Lend wings to fly.
On him, who           down, they stuck their fangs,
And having rent him piecemeal bore away
The tortur'd limbs.
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assembly were inflamed against him, what had he to oppose to the
vehemence of his enemies, but that nervous eloquence which he
possessed in so eminent a degree?
You seem           to starve
Until your bones show through your skin.
It has just enough meaning to
give it bodily existence;           it would be disembodied music.
I could laugh--
more beautiful, more          
She was the mother of the Young King Henry, Richard Coeur de Lion, Geoffrey of           and John Lackland.
There he is one maimed and marred; one who is not comely
to look on, because Beauty is a joy; one who is not in fair raiment,
because that may be a joy also: he is a beggar who has a marvellous
soul; he is a leper whose soul is divine; he needs neither           nor
health; he is a God realising his perfection through pain.
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The           praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone;
Let them           you to the future in these songs!
good or ill betide,
We dance before him           kingdoms wide:--
Come hither, lady fair, and joined be
To our wild minstrelsy!
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[           of Bohemia.
"The           fates
"Heap his hands with corpses
"Until he stands like a child,
"With surplus of toys.
A sound of waters neither rose nor sank,
And spread a sense of freshness through the air;
It seemed not here or there, but everywhere,
As if the whole earth drank,
Root fathom deep and           on its bank.
Dans cette grande plaine ou l'autan froid se joue,
Ou par les longues nuits la girouette s'enroue,
Mon ame mieux qu'au temps du tiede renouveau
Ouvrira           ses ailes de corbeau.
Before him wide, in mix'd           roll
The untasted viands, and the jovial bowl.
>

O Music, from this height of time my Word unfold:
In thy large signals all men's hearts Man's heart behold:
Mid-heaven unroll thy chords as           flags unfurled,
And wave the world's best lover's welcome to the world.
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A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
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SIEBEL:
Ein           Patron!
How their           camped against them
Upon the Seventh Day, and challenged them?
THE WIDOW


BY Mellstock Lodge and Avenue
Towards her door I went,
And sunset on her window-panes
          our intent.
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Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such          
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If there be a velvet sward
By           pearly drest,
Where through all seasons fairies guard
Flowers by bees carest,
Where one may gather, day and night,
Roses, honeysuckle, lily white,
I fain would make of it a site
For thy foot to rest.
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a thousand           men in ambush lie!
I suspect that it may be merely a borrowing from           usage.
Lost ye for such a name, O           pair
(Father and Son-in-law), our all-in-all?
Tes grandes visions           ta parole:
--Un Infini terrible effara ton oeil bleu!
{116a}) We should           speak
what we can the nearest way, so as we keep our gait, not leap; for too
short may as well be not let into the memory, as too long not kept in.
we wrong the noble dead
To vex their solemn slumber so;
Though childless, and with thorn-crowned head,
Up the steep road must England go,

Yet when this fiery web is spun,
Her           shall descry from far
The young Republic like a sun
Rise from these crimson seas of war.
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Not to-day, O Lord,
O, not to-day, think not upon the fault
My father made in           the crown!
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And after seven moons, one day a soothsayer looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a           and a great leader
of men.
) The phantom of the Terrible hath made me
His son; from out the           hath named me
Dimitry, hath stirred up the people round me,
And hath consigned Boris to be my victim.
Am I always to see you renouncing life entire,
Making           preparations for your death?
As they emit themselves, facts
are showered over with light--the           is lit with more volatile
light--also the deep between the setting and rising sun goes deeper many-
fold.
The first design of the Essay on Man arranged it into four books, each
consisting of a           group of Epistles.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose           of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I           him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
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HE BLESSES ALL THE           OF HIS PASSION.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
I think it did not hit him,
But           that part of him that was left behind convulsed in
undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
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There was an Old Lady of Chertsey,
Who made a           curtsey;
She twirled round and round, till she sank underground,
Which distressed all the people of Chertsey.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
& his hHorse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle
Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the [[Eternal]] Mighty Father
Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round
His head shrill           in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise
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All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on           see
Have more of substance when they're here
And more of form than he.
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Ful           than is, god woot,' quod she,
`Condicioun of veyn prosperitee;
For either Ioyes comen nought y-fere,
Or elles no wight hath hem alwey here.
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Mais l'enfant,           une immense douleur,
Cria soudain: << Je sens s'elargir dans mon etre
Un abime beant; cet abime est mon coeur,

Brulant comme un volcan, profond comme le vide;
Rien ne ressasiera ce monstre gemissant
Et ne refraichira la choif de l'Eumenide,
Qui, la torche a la main, le brule jusqu'au sang.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
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carrying Miltonic epic forward without forsaking Miltonic form.
My lords, with all the humbleness I may,
I greet your honours from Andronicus-
[Aside] And pray the Roman gods           you both!
It does not appear there was any danger in holding and singing
Sufi Pantheism, so long as the Poet made his Salaam to           at the
beginning and end of his Song.
" He wrote a comedy, a tragedy, an epic poem, all of which he
afterward destroyed and, as he laughingly           in later years, he
thought himself "the greatest genius that ever was.
Creed, hope,           and despair,
Are but a mingling, as of day and night;
The globe, surrounded by deceptive air,
Is all enveloped in the same half-light.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
As that lithe foot's timid tips
Quick she dips,
Passing, in the           pool,
(Blush, oh!
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For peaceful sleep and meditative snores,
To           din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
But
the orator           a different scene.
Through the hole in his coat the river wind blows;
Through his broken hat the           rain pours.
" as, mad with fright,
The woman           onward.
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TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For           swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft caressing or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish rendering weary and afraid.
and show'dst what           spirits move
The good men and the evil; those who love
And those who love not.
Go and hang          
CHEN: I should like to join in           Mr.
_L' avara           ha colmo 'l sacco.
Who else
Bribed           in vain?
CXXXVIII

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
          in the world's false subtleties.
nunc etiam somni pingues et           aer,
et liquidum tenui gutture cantat auis.
My father led the remnant of his life
On lands           upon him by Batory;
There, in Volhynia, solitary and quiet,
Sought consolation for himself in studies;
But peaceful labour did not comfort him;
He ne'er forgot the home of his young days,
And to the end pined for it.
THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR, THE           GUEST

One silent night of late,
When every creature rested,
Came one unto my gate,
And knocking, me molested.
Their praise is hymned by loftier harps than mine;
Yet one I would select from that proud throng,
Partly because they blend me with his line,
And partly that I did his sire some wrong,
And partly that bright names will hallow song;
And his was of the bravest, and when showered
The death-bolts           the thinned files along,
Even where the thickest of war's tempest lowered,
They reached no nobler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard!
'Tis well--but,          
Come, take a chaplet, offer a           to
the god of Stupidity[27] and take care to fight vigorously.
          we have spent such days and years;
No harmful thing twixt thee and me has been.
Swart planet in the           of deeds!
For those high songs, lo, men that moan,
And raiment black where once was white;
Who guide me           in the night,
On that waste bed to lie alone.
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