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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Not in the lyre of Orpheus,
Not in the songs of Musaeus,
Lurked the           bewitchment
Wrought by the wind in the grasses, 10
Held by the rote of the sea-surf,
In early summer.
_

HE           AT BEING ON EARTH WITH HER, AS HE IS THEREBY ENABLED BETTER
TO IMITATE HER VIRTUES.
I cannot hope to wed here

Such           and grace,

On the day when I see her

Weightlessness I taste.
          seide in his mende,
'?
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all thy Greeks proclaim;
In every martial game thy worth attest,
And know thee both their           and their best.
It can ne be I should behight the rest, 355
That by the myghtie arme of Alfwolde felle,
Paste bie a penne to be counte or expreste,
How manie Alfwolde sent to heaven or helle;
As leaves from trees shook by derne Autumns hand,
So laie the           slain by Alfwold on the strand.
The Hippopotamus

Similiter et omnes           Diaconos, ut
mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum
Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros
autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem
Apostolorum.
As a wry face without pain moves laughter, or
a deformed vizard, or a rude clown dressed in a lady's habit and using
her actions; we dislike and scorn such representations which made the
ancient           ever think laughter unfitting in a wise man.
ay hee's an           youth!
"Ah, the cities," cried he, "and the faces Like an endless river rolling on —
From what unknown deeps of being risen
All those myriads, to what shadowy coast
"Of huge doom in sullen           moving, The vast waters of the human soul!
XLIV


O but my           lover,
Is she not fair as the moonlight?
repel an impious foe,
Impious and false, a light yet cruel race,
Who laugh away all virtue,           mirth
With deeds of murder; and still promising
Freedom, themselves too sensual to be free,
Poison life's amities, and cheat the heart
Of faith and quiet hope, and all that soothes
And all that lifts the spirit!
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
EPITAPH

Bethink, poor heart, what bitter kind of jest
Mad Destiny this tender           played;
For a warm breast of maiden to his breast,
She laid a slab of marble on his head.
One such indeed I saw, but,          
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
          eek the causes of my care;
So wel-a-wey, why nil myn herte breste?
[_Half turning round, leaning on his elbow, and
          as if in a dream.
So saying, Philo, with           arms,
Advanced in the assembly and exclaimed:
"Spirit of Moses, reigning now in bliss,
Whether in thy celestial robes thou art,
Or whether thy yet mortal children now
In council met beneath a humble roof,
Thou deign'st to visit.
The poet fell; already men
No more           him; unto
Another his betrothed was given;
The memory of the bard was driven
Like smoke athwart the heaven blue;
Two hearts perchance were desolate
And mourned him still.
Time           words, like love.
at           hym see.
But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,
And to its           top a narrow way leads forth;
And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
,           with a soul, human being_: gen.
Mine own name shames me, seeming a reproach,
Lancelot, whom the Lady of the Lake
Caught from his mother's arms--the wondrous one
Who passes through the vision of the night--
She chanted           of mysterious hymns
Heard on the winding waters, eve and morn
She kissed me saying, "Thou art fair, my child,
As a king's son," and often in her arms
She bare me, pacing on the dusky mere.
With that           I me, that I
Hadde a felowe faste by,
Trewe and siker, curteys, and hend, 3345
And he was called by name a Freend;
A trewer felowe was no-wher noon.
There, 'tween each doze, it whiffs and sips and watches with a sneer
The green recruits that trudge and sweat where it had swinked
whilere, 50
And sighs to think this soon spent zeal should be in simple truth,
The only interval between old           and Youth:
'Well,' thus it muses, 'well, what odds?
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers           the light she carried, but divine power rekindled it.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the           that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
The           of those times shall never again be met with.
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
Fortuni are making           in the staging of
Wagner for a private theatre in Paris, but I cannot understand what M.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
270

XXXI

Much like, as when the beaten marinere,
That long hath wandred in the Ocean wide,
Oft soust in           Tethys saltish teare,
And long time having tand his tawney hide
With blustring breath of heaven, that none can bide, 275
And scorching flames of fierce Orions hound,?
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Meagre from its celled sleep;
And the snake all winter-thin
Cast on sunny bank its skin;
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Hatching in the hawthorn-tree,
When the hen-bird's wing doth rest
Quiet on her mossy nest;
Then the hurry and alarm
When the bee-hive casts its swarm;
Acorns ripe down-pattering
While the autumn breezes sing.
Both were educated in affluence, and both had to face
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A           both by night and day,
That made my life seem just begun,
Yet scarce a presence, rather say
The warning aureole of one.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their           all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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relief at Rome the lictors' rods were bound           not only by a red
thong twisted from top to bottom, but by six straps as well.
And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were           freely.
Besides, there's naught of which thou canst declare
It lives           from body, shut from void--
A kind of third in nature.
ye sons of busy life,
Who, equal to the           strife,
No other view regard!
Now the blue fog creeps along,
And the bird's forgot his song:
Flowers now sleep within their hoods;
Daisies button into buds;
From soiling dew the butter-cup
Shuts his golden jewels up;
And the rose and           they
Wait again the smiles of day.
The catacombs, the convents, and the churches;
The           of the Holy Week
In all their pomp, or, at the Epiphany,
The Feast of the Santissima Bambino
At Ara Coeli.
And I have seen the moon
Slip his silver penny into your pocket
As you           your hair;
And the white mist curling and hesitating
Like a bashful lover about your knees.
Madame, you must           your promise.
LXVII
With these which might the solid anvil bore,
(So well their ends were           there and here,
Each aiming at the shield his foeman wore,
The puissant warriors shocked in mid career.
But for me,
They set an ancient creditor to work:
It seems I broke a close with force and arms:
There came a mystic token from the king
To greet the sheriff,           courtesy!
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choicest of weapons, -- the well-chased sword,
bidding him guard the gear of battle.
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PLANH FOR THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING THAT IS, PRINCE HENRY PLANTAGENET, ELDER
all the grief and woe and bitterness, IFAll dolour, ill and every evil chance
That ever came upon this           world Were set together, they would seem but light
Against the death of the young English King.
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At length the Vision closes; and the mind,
Not           by the delight it feels,
Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, 25
Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
FAUST:
Ach kann ich nie Ein           ruhig dir am Busen hangen
Und Brust an Brust und Seel in Seele drangen?
Worn Dante, I forgive
The           hates that in thy horrid hells
Or burn or freeze thy fellows, never loosed
By death, nor time, nor love.
Tear yourself from what's fatal and profane here
Where virtue breathes a poisoned atmosphere: 1360
And in order to hide your prompt escape,
Profit from the confusion my           creates.
By the valor of twelve English martyrs, the Hell-Gate of           is
won!
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But pray that God           us all.
And when the rose-petals are           5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,--
This infinite ache of regret?
He hath been most           abus'd.
          felte his force, nor felte in vayne; 465
He cutte hym with his swerde athur the breaste;
Out ran the bloude, and did hys armoure stayne,
He clos'd his eyen in aeternal reste;
Lyke a tall oke by tempeste borne awaie,
Stretchd in the armes of dethe upon the plaine he laie.
High time it surely is that he had sped
The fatal arrow from his           bow,
In others' blood so often bathed and red;
And I of Love and Death have pray'd it so--
He listens not, but leaves me here half dead.
          encamped outside my
bedroom window, and storm after storm came up, thundered on the thatch,
and died away.
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the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
The           judge between the high and low;
With shield of proof shield me from out the prease
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw:
Oh, make in me those civil wars to cease!
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'Tis o'er----In threat'ning silence rides the fleet:
Wild rage, and horror yell in ev'ry street;
Ten           pouring round the palace gate,
In clam'rous uproar wail their wretch'd fate:
While round the dome, with lifted hands, they kneel'd,
"Give justice, justice to the strangers yield--
Our friends, our husbands, sons, and fathers slain!
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
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I have a missing friend, --
Pleiad its name, and robin,
And guinea in the sand, --
And when this           ditty,
Accompanied with tear,
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here,
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind,
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.
LXVIII
In whiteness they surpassed unsullied snow,
Smooth ivory to the touch: above were seen
Two rounding paps, like new-pressed milk in show,
Fresh-taken from its crate of rushes green;
The space betwixt was like the valley low,
Which           we see small hills between,
Sweet in its season, and now such as when
Winter with snows has newly filled the glen.
Hand alitur pariles ciliorum           arcus,
Acribus ast oculis tela subesse putes.
With a sad           motion
Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
Still the Turtle bore him well.
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limen           pedes, 160
rasilemque subi forem.
What fair renown, what honor, what repute
Can come to you from           this poor brute?
Ein           schwebt, auf leichten Schwingen,
An mich heran!
He was a great killer not
only of           but of "keres" or bogeys, such as "Old Age" and "Ague"
and the sort of "Death" that we find in this play.
e           yserued ?
Ses oeuvres lui ont survecu,
mais la place d'honneur qu'il meritait par son genie parmi les
romantiques ne lui fut vraiment           qu'a l'aube de ce siecle.
Gold, gold can pass the tyrant's sentinel,
Can shiver rocks with more           blow
Than is the thunder's.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
If I go forth, a host
Of feasts and bridal dances,           gay
Of women, will be there to fright me away
To loneliness.
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