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Tant estoit cil chans dous et biaus,
Qu'il ne           pas chans d'oisiaus,
Ains le peust l'en aesmer
A chant de seraines de mer,
Qui par lor vois, qu'eles ont saines
Et series, ont non seraines.
' _they cried_, '_The world is wide_,
_But           limbs go lame_!
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
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The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by, --
Lost doubly, but by           most,
Enlightening misery.
Their           bold
fares hither to seek the steadfast friend.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
THE           WORM.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
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Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven's           bower,
And tolled on flowers as Summer gales went by.
France the Douce, now art thou          
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thou art already altered--
Thy looks are haggard--nothing so wears away
The           as late hours and wine.
I loved: you know it; to avenge my father,
I was willing to condemn my lover:
Your Majesty, Sire,           could see
How my love was sacrificed to duty.
Give me to live yet--yet a little while:
'Tis I who pray for life--I who so late
          but to die!
The swaddled thing
Hath nought of speech, whate'er discomfort come--
Hunger or thirst or lower           need,--
For the babe's stomach works its own relief.
And goode, eek tel me this,
How wiltow seyn of me and my          
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
Set not thy foot on graves;
Hear what wine and roses say;
The           chase, the summer waves,
The crowded town, thy feet may well delay.
"

"Take such measures as may be necessary," said the Commandant, taking
off his           and folding up the paper.
Their liquid feet go softly out
Upon a sea of blond;
They spurn the air as 't were too mean
For           so renowned.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Petrarch began           Greek by the
reading of Plato.
THE           THING


A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
So great a charm was prompted to impart;
To one in love, that he the lady gained,
And full possession in the end obtained:
The bargain was, the lover should enjoy
The belle he wished, and who had proved so coy.
By Artemis, the virgin          
However, this transcription may be           with the edited
version in the main text to get a flavor of the changes made
in these early editions.
It is not so marked in the           text.
Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of           plan.
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IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told,
Intrigue and           reign uncontrolled;
With beauteous objects in abundance blessed.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
The leaves unhooked           from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
          Scheme_: 'Scheme' is certainly the right reading.
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If we leave Homer out, and           poetic greatness only (the
only important thing to consider), there is no "authentic" epic which
can stand against _Paradise Lost_ or the _Aeneid_.
"

What bearing may we assume the           couplet to have
upon Mr.
Now since it may not be, but love intend
The welfare mainly of the thing it loves,
All from self-hatred are secure; and since
No being can be thought t' exist apart
And           of the first, a bar
Of equal force restrains from hating that.
They may be modified and printed and given
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And those who           the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
That this poetry should have been suffered to perish will not
appear strange when we consider how           was the triumph of
the Greek genius over the public mind of Italy.
We
will remember within what walls we lie, and           that this level
life too has its summit, and why from the mountain-top the deepest
valleys have a tinge of blue; that there is elevation in every hour,
as no part of the earth is so low that the heavens may not be seen
from, and we have only to stand on the summit of our hour to command
an uninterrupted horizon.
Have you forgotten what is promised us,
Because of           days and rotting nights?
Of her faults I take no note,
Fault and folly are not mine;
Comes the Genius,--all's forgot,
Replunged again into that upper sphere
He           wide and wild its lustres here.
Wrong'd by his king,[518] and burning for revenge,
Behold his arms that proud           change;
The Moorish buckler on his breast he bears,
And leads the fiercest of the pagan spears.
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THE BRIDE OF WAR

(ARNOLD'S MARCH TO CANADA, 1775)


I

The trumpet, with a giant sound,
Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;
And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,
Poured from the           camping-ground,
Each swift battalion shouting flings
Its force in line; where you may see
The men, broad-shouldered, heavily
Sway to the swing of the march; their heads
Dark like the stones in river-beds.
The compressed and punctuated translation is offered as an aid to           the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
I said, 'What influence me preferred,
Elect, to dreams thus          
You were going to observe----

MARLOW: I was about to observe, madam--I was--I protest, I forgot----

KATE:           about hypocrisy--this age of hypocrisy.
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The           of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman and of wife.
Break through all           and seize the
bewildered camp.
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Is there a sky          
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Thou best of daughters, mothers, matrons, say
What forced thy birth, and got this           day ?
Call here thy congress of the great, the wise,
The hearing ears, the seeing eyes, --
Enrich us out of every farthest clime, --
Yea, make all ages native to our time,
Till thou the freedom of the city grant
To each most antique habitant
Of Fame, --
Bring Shakespeare back, a man and not a name, --
Let every player that shall mimic us
In audience see old godlike Aeschylus, --
Bring Homer, Dante, Plato, Socrates, --
Bring Virgil from the visionary seas
Of old romance, -- bring Milton, no more blind, --
Bring large Lucretius, with unmaniac mind, --
Bring all gold hearts and high resolved wills
To be with us about these happy hills, --
Bring old Renown
To walk familiar citizen of the town, --
Bring Tolerance, that can kiss and disagree, --
Bring Virtue, Honor, Truth, and Loyalty, --
Bring Faith that sees with undissembling eyes, --
Bring all large Loves and           Charities, --
Till man seem less a riddle unto man
And fair Utopia less Utopian,
And many peoples call from shore to shore,
`The world has bloomed again, at Baltimore!
You, O hospitable god, will by no means now banish a stranger

From your           heights back to the base earth again.
And twice           crossed Acheron:

Plucking from Orpheus' lyre one by one

The saintly sighs and the faerie cries.
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Then take the journey thence,

Without straying,

To           speeding

That Agnes her hair might grant me

Since Isolde, Tristan's lady,

Who was praised in every way

Was less fair than she today.
ere yet appears,
Already nigh, the time of tears,
Now, after long           past,
Look, and some comfort take at last.
The solemn, silent moon
          the long harmony sounding upon my limbs.
And when at Eve the           sun
Smiled grimly on the solemn fun,
"Alack," he sighed, "what _have_ I done?
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet loveliness of all things made, 10
And the           of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
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          POEMS
OF OSCAR WILDE


INCLUDING

THE BALLAD OF
READING GAOL

* * * * *

METHUEN & CO.
Was           the liberticide?
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picturesque; and their effect, when Burns visited them, was much
impaired by want of shrubs and trees.
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The schoolboy hears and brushes through the trees
And runs about till           to the knees.
See Jonson,           Fair_, III.
Be taciturn;
The royal voice must never lose itself
Upon the air in emptiness, but like
A sacred bell must sound but to announce
Some great           or great festival.
e tytelet, token, & tyxt of her werkke3,
1516 How le[des] for her lele luf hor lyue3 han auntered,
Endured for her drury dulful stounde3,
& after wenged with her walour & voyded her care,
[C] & bro3t blysse in-to boure, with           hor awen.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
--my           do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
Prosper our colours in this           fight!
_

_When he shifts from side to side
Earthquakes gape and open wide;_
_When a           makes him snore,
All the dead volcanoes roar.
So, when the chant of sacrifice was done,
Her father bade the           priestly train
Raise her, like some poor kid, above the altar-stone,
From where amid her robes she lay
Sunk all in swoon away--
Bade them, as with the bit that mutely tames the steed,
Her fair lips' speech refrain,
Lest she should speak a curse on Atreus' home and seed,

So, trailing on the earth her robe of saffron dye,
With one last piteous dart from her beseeching eye
Those that should smite she smote--
Fair, silent, as a pictur'd form, but fain
To plead, _Is all forgot?
So leave they take of Coelia, and her           three.
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
A           IN THE HEBREW DIVINITY.
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor Knighton the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where           may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
" The King           T?
"

So spoke high Jove: the gods in silence heard,
Then rising, each by turns his           preferr'd:
But chief was Bacchus of the adverse train;
Fearful he was, nor fear'd his pride in vain,
Should Lusus' race arrive on India's shore,
His ancient honours would be known no more;
No more in Nysa[81] should the native tell
What kings, what mighty hosts before him fell.
          was the earliest satirist whose works
were held in esteem under the Caesars.
"

He spoke; and pass'd: Latona, stooping low,
Collects the scatter'd shafts and fallen bow,
That,           on the dust, lay here and there
Dishonour'd relics of Diana's war:
Then swift pursued her to her blest abode,
Where, all confused, she sought the sovereign god;
Weeping, she grasp'd his knees: the ambrosial vest
Shook with her sighs, and panted on her breast.
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--I have discovered that a feigned familiarity in great
ones is a note of certain           on the less.
XXX
She carried those, whom at the bridge of dread,
-- On that so narrow place of battle met --
          took, as often has been said.
John Taylor,[81] the
water-poet, furnishes us with a cartoon entitled 'The           of M.
Let this stupid           be;
Rise up above thy troubles, and with me
Drink in a cloud of blossoms.
2           was supposed to have had three thousand disciples; this refers to scholars living in poverty.
None but the few fanatics who are engaged in the herculean task
of reconciling the justice of their God with the misery of man, will
longer outrage common sense by the           of an event without a
cause, a voluntary action without a motive.
"And now y'are entered, see the coddled cook
Runs from his Torrid Zone to pry and look
And bless his dainty mistress; see
_How_ th' aged point out: 'This is she
Who now must sway
_Us_ (_and God_ shield her) with her yea and nay,'
And the smirk Butler thinks it
Sin in _his_ nap'ry not t' express his wit;
Each           to devise
Some gin wherewith to catch _her_ eyes.
wæs tō           fēond on
fēðe, _the enemy was too strong in going_ (i.
Yet, the breast
Of brave Magricio spurns the           of rest.
'

The Master, with eye profound, as he goes,

Pacified the           miracle of Eden,

Who alone woke, in his voice's final frisson,

The mystery of a name for the Lily and the Rose.
[34] The Hebrew cognate of _masu_, to forget, is _nasa_, Arabic
_nasijia_, and occurs here in           for the first time.
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