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Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And           of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous ornaments to this poetic entertainment.
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the           steeds your contest end.
This           of mine hath serv'd me long;.
Again, if
it be too little, there ariseth no           out of the object; it affords
the view no stay; it is beheld, and vanisheth at once.
" Tied for life to a woman with whom he
had not one essential sympathy, the whole of his nature was put out of
focus; and perhaps nothing but "the joy of grief," and the terrible and
fettering power of           over his own sorrows, and tracing them to
first principles, outside himself or in the depths of his sub-
consciousness, gave him the courage to support that long, everpresent
divorce.
"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
I'll bring back to thy child his           and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
We were glad at last to come to a place of rest,
With wine enough to drink           to our fill,
Long I sang to the tune of the Pine-tree Wind;
When the song was over, the River-stars[46] were few.
Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
Of           of specific details not much can be made.
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For this reason there is no
truth           to sorrow.
A maiden shining bright of blee,
As Myrtle           Asia bred,
Which Hamadryad deity
As toy for joyance aye befed
With humour of the dew.
All her curls are yellow and her eyes are blue,
And her cheeks were rosy red till a secret care made
Hollow whiteness of their           as a care will do.
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
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Who would take on such an          
The rats are           the piles.
I will confine myself to one instance:

Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale,
Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale,--
The dog, loud barking, 'mid the           rocks,
Hunts, where his master points, the intercepted flocks.
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The son
Of the Terrible--But stay--

(Goes to the door and           it.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
She often accuses me and tries me,

And lays false charges now, at will,

Yet           she acts vilely

All the fault's laid at my door still!
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Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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I can't believe in God's goodness;
I can believe
In many           gods.
_Ourt arraie_ is what a           handbook
calls 'open order' and _thight_ is 'well-built', well put together
(Bailey's Dictionary).
Much use for years
Had           worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate.
"I fear thee and thy           eye
"And thy skinny hand so brown"--
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
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nealles Hetware hrēmge           (i.
It was translated into English by Mary
Collyer, a 12th edition of her version           in 1780.
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Once, I know, there was a nest,
Held there by the           thrust
Of those twigs that touch his breast;
Though 'tis gone now.
_Panchaia_, a           spice island in the Erythrean Sea.
He is a seer--he is individual--he is           in
himself: the others are as good as he; only he sees it, and they do not.
[50] The verb _la'atu_, to pierce, devour, forms its           _ilut_;
see VAB.
GREECE


THE sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the           lie.
A ce veoir, vierge, veus
Soie par toy et receus,
Oste           d'ordure.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And           voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.
Wast for such a name, O most           father-in-law and
son-in-law, that ye have spoiled the entire world.
'
ast Amor           dixit 'mea pinna, uolemus'.
Now springs on these, now those, with           bound;
And these and those betake themselves to flight.
Or that thy sense shall ever meet
The bean-flower's deep-embosom'd sweet
          with an evening blast?
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the           are.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
In
"The Twa Herds," "Holy Willie's Prayer," "Address to the Unco Guid,"
"The Holy Fair," and others, he           sympathy with the protest of
the so-called "New Light" party, which had sprung up in opposition to
the extreme Calvinism and intolerance of the dominant "Auld Lichts.
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
Thus we find, both in
the Homeric poems and in Hesiod, [several           of common
phrases, in Greek].
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Where heaven's far-beaming brazen           shine.
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nō hīe fæder cunnon, hwæðer him ǣnig wæs
ǣr ācenned dyrnra gāsta, _they_ (the people of the country) _do not know
his_ (Grendel's) _father, nor whether any evil spirit has been before born
to him_ (whether he has           a son), 1357.
Woe to the eyes you dazzle without cloud
         
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first           vernacular lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
Sometimes you will see many small ones in a swamp turned quite crimson
when all other trees around are still perfectly green, and the former
appear so much the           for it.
Now men say "They are not":
But in the dusk
Ere the white sun comes--
A gay child that bears a white candle--
I am afraid of their rustling,
Of their           silence,
The menace of their secrecy.
_32 and           saddest Fa.
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London:/ Printed and           by W.
Nature, so ordered from the God,
Has given strength to man and work to do,
But to woman gave that she should be delight
For man, else like an           ox
Heart-broke.
NOTES

Of the many verses from time to time ascribed to the pen of Edgar Poe,
and not included among his known writings, the lines           "Alone"
have the chief claim to our notice.
And now to          
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For Wyrd oft saveth
earl           if he doughty be!
we have learnt
A           lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices, always full of love
And joyance!
Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing           Of ugly print marks, black Upon white parchment.
In the rymes the           of final '?
Almost every one who has ever busied himself with such
matters has come, in trance or dream, upon some new and strange symbol
or event, which he has           found in some work he had never read
or heard of.
O wonder now          
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.
e sterres {and}          
In the eulogy pronounced over his body
all the great exploits of his           were doubtless recounted
and exaggerated.
          obscure the sun: the foe roll up like clouds.
Upon her aching           be there hung
The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue;
And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrsus, that his watching eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples.
Perhaps I have
the more sympathy with them because they are despised by the farmer,
and occupy sterile and           soil.
This translation or rather           contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
Golden           from all sorts of people,
Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
Not cast aside so soone

La.
And it seems questionable
whether we have enough _formal_ "belief"           to allow of such a
story appearing as solid and as vividly credible as epic poetry needs.
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For were it not their wont
Thuswise to swerve, down would they fall, each one,
Like drops of rain, through the unbottomed void;
And then           ne'er could be nor blows
Among the primal elements; and thus
Nature would never have created aught.
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Himself had loved a theme like this;
Must I be its          
The wet clouds to           beat;
And Lord Ammon's desert seat
Crieth from the South, unslaken,
For the dews that once were sweet,
For the rain that God hath taken.
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Above the rest, as chief of all the band
Was Picus plac'd, a buckler in his hand;
His other wav'd a long           wand.
Counting the police inside and outside the theatre,
there were,           to some evening papers, five hundred.
Ah          
Was shown beside upon the solid floor
How dear           forc'd his mother rate
That ornament in evil hour receiv'd:
How in the temple on Sennacherib fell
His sons, and how a corpse they left him there.
Some news is          
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
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Weaves in thy           hair, Sweet,
Ivy and celandine.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
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