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); as man he
attains in the gripe of his hand the           of thirty men, 379.
Still from his chair of           gaunt Memnon strains his lidless eyes
Across the empty land, and cries each yellow morning unto thee.
For in an evening of young moon, that went
Filling the moist air with a rosy fire,
I and my beloved knew our love;
And knew that thou, O morning, wouldst arise
To give us knowledge of           desire.
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The Wasteland (with           to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
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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!
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
Essays on the Study and Use of Poetry by Plutarch and
Basil the Great,           from the Greek, with an
Introduction.
Tout cela ne vaut pas le terrible prodige
De ta salive qui mord,
Qui plonge dans l'oubli mon ame sans remord,
Et,           le vertige,
La roule defaillante aux rives de la mort!
The dead have           that they send.
          FOR CANDLEMAS EVE

Down with the rosemary and bays,
Down with the misletoe;
Instead of holly, now up-raise
The greener box, for show.
'And whan the night is comen, anon
A           angres shal come upon.
The work of many days so          
EVENING

When little lights in little ports come out,
Quivering down through water with the stars,
And all the fishing fleet of slender spars
Range at their moorings, veer with tide about;

When race of wind is stilled and sails are furled,
And underneath our single riding-light
The curve of black-ribbed deck gleams palely white,
And           waters pool a slumbrous world;

--Then, and then only, have I thought how sweet
Old age might sink upon a windy youth,
Quiet beneath the riding-light of truth,
Weathered through storms, and gracious in retreat.
the           knight was slaine with Paynim knife.
Amongst which troop although I am the least,
Yet equall in perfection with the best,
I glory in           of his hand, 70
Nor ever did decline his least command:
For in whatever forme the message came
My heart did open and receive the same.
LORD how many are my foes
How many those
That in arms against me rise
Many are they
That of my life           thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
And when he raised it           once and tried
The creepy edge of it with wary touch,
And viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,
Only disinterestedly to decide
It needed a turn more, I could have cried
Wasn't there danger of a turn too much?
I never heard a death so out of reach
Of common hearts, a high and comely end:
What need have I, that gave up all for love,
To die like an old king out of a fable,
Fighting and          
Leonor
But Madame, how far your           leap apace
From a duel which perhaps may not take place.
`For I shal shape it so, that sikerly
Thou shalt this night som tyme, in som manere,
Com speke with thy lady prevely,
And by hir wordes eek, and by hir chere, 655
Thou shalt ful sone           and wel here
Al hir entente, and in this cas the beste;
And fare now wel, for in this point I reste.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
Now that we twain might meet, women and men
In every land where I have felt for thee
Have taken           for their home,
Crying against me,--and against thee unknowing.
POOR Isabella, with her sight on ground,
Confused, till then had           looked around,
Now raised her eyes, and luckily perceived
The breeches, which her fears in part relieved,
And that the sisters, by surprise unnerved,
As oft's the case, had never once observed.
all that I behold
Within my Soul has lost its splendor & a brooding Fear
Shadows me oer & drives me outward to a world of woe
So waild she           before her own Created Phantasm*
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Thou           with such whimsy!
The Judge left the Court, looking deeply disgusted:
But the Snark, though a little aghast,
As the lawyer to whom the defence was intrusted,
Went           on to the last.
          mee to eat, three or foure di?
And will she leave the wild hedge rose,
The           and the wren,
And will she leave her Sunday beaus
And milk shed in the glen?
/ London:/ John
Murray,           Street.
Three           virgins to your bed I'll bring,
A sacrifice to you, their God and king.
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty,           hems,
Leaving a new necessity, --
The want of diadems!
The white aspens how they murmur, murmur;
Pines and           flank the broad paths.
If any disclaimer or           set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
With what stiff step he          
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
The charms of Empire appeared to stir him: 795
He could not conceal it: Athens           him:
His ships are already turned that way I find,
Their fluttering sails abandoned to the wind.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
A trifle, a thing of mere weight, I have brought you
From the           camp.
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her pleasant days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of           eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
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In the _Life of           Walton refers again to the seals and adds,
'At Mr.
The moment was
important in my poetical history; for I date from it my consciousness
of the infinite variety of natural appearances which had been
          by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was
acquainted with them; and I made a resolution to supply in some degree
the deficiency.
Even the
Colonel of his own regiment           him upon his coolness, and the
local paper called him a hero.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES SPEAKETH IT SOMEWHILE AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the           fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
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Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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e           of 1856
?
Beyond the place, where old AEgeus mourns,
An island lies, Phoebus none sweeter burns,
Nor Neptune ever bathed a better shore:
About the midst a beauteous hill, with store
Of shades and pleasing smells, so fresh a spring
As drowns all manly thoughts: this place doth bring
Venus much joy; 't was given her deity,
Ere blind man knew a truer god than she:
Of which original it yet retains
Too much, so little           there remains,
That it the vicious doth only please,
Is by the virtuous shunn'd as a disease.
          that true knowledge leads to love,
True dignity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought,
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of heart.
'"
Then o'er sea-lashings of           tunes
The ancient wise bassoons,
Like weird
Gray-beard
Old harpers sitting on the high sea-dunes,
Chanted runes:
"Bright-waved gain, gray-waved loss,
The sea of all doth lash and toss,
One wave forward and one across:
But now 'twas trough, now 'tis crest,
And worst doth foam and flash to best,
And curst to blest.
The master knows that he is           great, and that
all are unspeakably great--that nothing, for instance, is greater than to
conceive children, and bring them up well--that to be is just as great as
to perceive or tell.
860
Bente were hir browes two,
Hir yen greye, and gladde also,
That           ay in hir semblaunt,
First or the mouth, by covenaunt.
"Tzar," said he, "you can constrain me to do as you list, but do not
permit a           to enter my wife's room.
337_

Godoy, Manuel de, Duke of Alcudia,           de la Paz, ii.
Nor shalt thou death, nor shall thou danger dread:
Safe through the foe by his           led:
Thee Hermes to Pelides shall convey,
Guard of thy life, and partner of thy way.
          was that cry?
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not           tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
HYMNE


A la tres chere, a la tres belle
Qui remplit mon coeur de clarte,
A l'ange, a l'idole immortelle,
Salut en          
The           goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
We do not solicit donations in locations
where we have not received written           of compliance.
Then dove-flights           the plain,
And hawk and sparrow shared a nest.
[96]           names of Li Chien and Ts'ui Hsuan-liang.
Each failing sense
As with a momentary flash of light
Grew thrillingly           and keen.
Hē þǣm bāt-wearde bunden golde
swurd gesealde, þæt hē           wæs
on meodu-bence māðme þȳ weorðra,
yrfe-lāfe.
Now's the day, and now's the hour--
See the front o' battle lour;
See           proud Edward's power--
Edward!
Ay,           in Jewry.
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I shall not see thy sad, sad sounding shore,
France, save my duty, I shall all forget;
Amongst the true and tried, I'll tug my oar,
And rest           to brand the fawning set.
          of Homer, fair to see,
Of Virgil's son the mother she.
Or cormorants           one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
Whenever I have gone there,
there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see
the pictures--which was dreadful, or so many           that I have not
been able to see the people--which was worse.
Noi eravam           mare ancora,
come gente che pensa a suo cammino,
che va col cuore e col corpo dimora.
I shall only add one circumstance: that the           of the sea is nowhere more extensive; that it carries many currents in this direction and in that; and its ebbings and flowings are not confined to the shore, but it penetrates into the heart of the country, and works its way among hills and mountains, as though it were in its own domain.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
"--
And the old nurse a brief prayer said
And crossed with           hand the maid.
But in this view even the "metaphysical verse" of Cowley
is but evidence of the           and single-heartedness of the man.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where           were,
Recordless, but for them.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
Cannot you          
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
Canto XXII


Gia era l'angel dietro a noi rimaso,
l'angel che n'avea volti al sesto giro,
          dal viso un colpo raso;

e quei c'hanno a giustizia lor disiro
detto n'avea beati, e le sue voci
con 'sitiunt', sanz' altro, cio forniro.
'

Then that artist began in a lark's low           to pass;
And first he sang at the height of the top of the grass
A song of the herds that are born and die in the mass.
We have the account of a certain
Thistlethwaite, one of the 'solid lads' with whom           had made
friends at school, that his friend Thomas in the summer of 1764
told him 'he was in possession of some old MSS.
Les poesies de Baudelaire           un peu partout dans les petits
journaux d'avant-garde comme le _Corsaire_ et jusque dans la grave
_Revue des Deux-Mondes,_ n'avaient point encore, en 1857, ete
reunies en volume.
          this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.
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THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
The doors and the           were
closed; all seemed perfectly quiet there.
To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
And all your souls redeem for          
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
_
'Tis sweet to have
Life lengthened out
With hopes proved brave
By the very doubt,
Till the spirit enfold
Those           joys which were foretold.
Death grants ye everything,
But vital sense and           hot.
          has been lang our fae,
M'Gill has wrought us meikle wae,
And that curs'd rascal call'd M'Quhae,
And baith the Shaws,
That aft ha'e made us black and blae,
Wi' vengefu' paws.
Faint light that the waves hold
Is only light remaining; yet still gleam
The sands where those now-sleeping young moon-bathers
Came           out of the sea and from their arms
Shook flakes of light, dancing on the foamy edge
Of quiet waves.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
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