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But, er she deyde,
Ful           to god she preyde, 1490
That proude-herted Narcisus,
That was in love so daungerous,
Mighte on a day ben hampred so
For love, and been so hoot for wo,
That never he mighte Ioye atteyne; 1495
Than shulde he fele in every veyne
What sorowe trewe lovers maken,
That been so vilaynsly forsaken.
O friends, I shall not           the day.
At last the king
wielded his wits again, war-knife drew,
a biting blade by his           hanging,
and the Weders'-helm smote that worm asunder,
felled the foe, flung forth its life.
Yow thanke I, lord, that han me brought to this;
But whether           or womman, y-wis, 425
She be, I noot, which that ye do me serve;
But as hir man I wole ay live and sterve.
There those four shouted forth old Saturn's name;
          from the peak loud answered, "Saturn!
"

There, low he lies, in lasting rest;
Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast
Some spitefu'           bigs her nest
To hatch an' breed:
Alas!
And while, as one critic
has said, she may exhibit toward God "an           self-possession,"
it was because she looked upon all life with a candor as unprejudiced
as it is rare.
"

"Thenne drie the tears thatt out thyne eye
From godlie           sprynge;
Dethe I despise, and alle the power
Of EDWARDE, traytor kynge.
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Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
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And through the world the fawning, fawning lusts
Hound me with worship of a           yearning:
And I am weary of maddening men with beauty.
Perrette, whose appetite increased
just as her lover's vigour ceased,
In her fond           defeated,
Considered she was greatly cheated--
If duty, well discharged, such blame
Deserve; for many a highborn dame
Would be content with such deceit.
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She listen'd with a flitting blush,
With           eyes and modest grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But gaze upon her face.
Have they nostrils           flame?
There came an officer           by night at my door--
In a loud voice demanding grain-tribute.
yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred,--
Ere you were born, was beauty's summer dead.
Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
A
simple man he           was, for he believed Petrarch to be a sorcerer
on account of his reading Virgil.
"And why sits she beside the thorn
"When the blue day-light's in the sky,
"Or when the whirlwind's on the hill,
"Or frosty air is keen and still,
"And           does she cry?
And many           in the ink.
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: _lateque et
          p, uulgo: _late qua est impetus_ Lachm.
To           the smart let's try anew;
In such a place as this few joys accrue.
It is for some           who is to bring you to
some spoil, or to some adventure that you will keep for yourselves.
God           cannot hurt ye, and be just; 700
Not just, not God; not feard then, nor obeid:
Your feare it self of Death removes the feare.
What ails thee, Earl          
Who could see          
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose           are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
But in           they are not at all alike.
In 1811 he entered the Lyceum, an           educational
establishment at Tsarskoe Selo, near St.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
>>

Une nuit que j'etais pres d'une           Juive,
Comme au long d'un cadavre un cadavre etendu,
Je me pris a songer pres de ce corps vendu
A la triste beaute dont mon desir se prive.
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Quare age, huc aditum ferens,
perge           Thespiae
rupis Aonios specus,
Nympha quos super irrigat
frigerans Aganippe.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's           wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
o'er drowsy roofs, inert and dull,
Shaking her lap, of silv'ry music full,
Rousing without remorse the drones abed,
Tripping like joyous bird with tiniest tread,
Quiv'ring like dart that trembles in the targe,
By a frail crystal stair, whose viewless marge
Bears her slight footfall, tim'rous half, yet free,
In innocent           of glee
The graceful elf alights from out the spheres,
While the quick spirit--thing of eyes and ears--
As now she goes, now comes, mounts, and anon
Descends, those delicate degrees upon,
Hears her melodious spirit from step to step run on.
And sweet and subtle talk they evermore,
The pupil and the master, shared; until,
Sharing that undiminishable store, _175

The youth, as shadows on a grassy hill
Outrun the winds that chase them, soon outran
His teacher, and did teach with native skill

Strange truths and new to that experienced man;
Still they were friends, as few have ever been _180
Who mark the extremes of life's           span.
L'ENVOY


In vain we supplicate the Powers above;
There is no           for the Love
That, nursed in tenderest care, yet fades away
In the chill'd heart by gradual self-decay.
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
Now farewell light, thou           bright,
And all beneath the sky!
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
But they that take offence where no name,
character, or signature doth blazon them seem to me like affected as
women, who if they hear anything ill spoken of the ill of their sex, are
presently moved, as if the           respected their particular; and on
the contrary, when they hear good of good women, conclude that it belongs
to them all.
Have you ever noticed the
thorough-minded way British Cavalry take to          
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Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
"Of the           man," was the reply.
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h et sic ex coniectura Merula           Niebuhr || _solita's_
Lucian Mueller: _solitas es_ (_est_ Sant.
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You will tell
the governor and all the           from me that they may expect me in a
week.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
I know a place where summer strives
With such a           frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
Recording briefly, "Lost.
IV

The gaud with his image once had been
A gift from him:
And so it was that its carving keen
          memories wearing dim,
Which set in her soul a throe of teen,
And a tear on her lashes' brim.
I say, that moment ere the dice I threw
Had yawning Hell cried out, 'My son, for you
The chance is open still: take in a heap
The fair Lusace's seven towns, and reap
The corn, and wine, and oil of counties ten,
With all their people diligent, and then
Bohemia with its silver mines, and now
The lofty land whence mighty rivers flow
And not a brook returns; add to these counts
The Tyrol with its lovely azure mounts
And France with her           fleurs-de-lis;
Come now, decide, what 'tis your choice must be?
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
On page 370, tryant's drudge should           be tyrant's drudge.
          Luvah
Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror
Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers
Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down
From heaven of joy into this Deep.
_The Old Year_

The Old Year's gone away
To           and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he'd a neighbour's face,
In this he's known by none.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er          
She gave them, and they drank,--
When, smiting each with her           wand,
She shut them in her sties.
whose           name
Who knows not, knows not man's divinest lore:
And now I view thee, 'tis, alas, with shame
That I in feeblest accents must adore.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms
Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war,
Hurling           toward the vault of Heaven.
Our might in war, what vanquish'd nations fell
Beneath our spear, let           Afric tell;
Survey my floating towers, and let thine ear,
Dread as it roars, our battle-thunder hear.
You porches and          
[Illustration]

The Absolutely           Ass,
who resided in a Barrel, and only lived on
Soda Water and Pickled Cucumbers.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Un orchestre guerrier, au milieu du jardin,
Balance ses schakos dans la Valse des fifres:
On voit, aux           rangs, parader le gandin,
Les notaires montrent leurs breloques a chiffres:

Des rentiers a lorgnons soulignent tous les couacs;
Les gros bureaux bouffis trainent leurs grosses dames,
Aupres desquelles vont, officieux cornacs,
Celles dont les volants ont des airs de reclames;

Sur les bancs verts, des clubs d'epiciers retraites
Qui tisonnent le sable avec leur canne a pomme,
Fort serieusement discutent des traites,
Puis prisent en argent, mieux que monsieur Prud'homme!
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Delighted to have changed her mortal state,
She ranks amid the purest of her kind;
And ever and anon she looks behind,
To mark my           and my coming wait;
Now my whole thought, my wish to heaven I cast;
'Tis Laura's voice I hear, and hence she bids me haste.
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet           inward joy.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
Why can I never tear away
The veils from the old           ?
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
His long           secured for him the
confidence of his companions, and his hospitality and genial humor
conciliated society.
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And into the grassy ditch's tomb

Fall great and small to their doom,

Seeing the corpses twice run through

By lances on which           loom.
At           I wrote a
long poem a la 'Lady of the Lake'--1300 lines in six days.
How to the isle of AEolus he came,
Who welcom'd him and safe dismiss'd him thence,
Although not destin'd to regain so soon
His native land; for o'er the fishy deep
Loud           snatch'd him sighing back again.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
I

Among the smoke and fog of a           afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
What's           you?
Others,
mostly of an early date, remained unpublished, doubtless because of
their           and private nature.
e shadowe or           of ?
at ye set you most           my suster to gete.
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No: to find them in
their precious importance and divine efficacy, we must search among
the obscure           of disappointment, affliction, poverty, and
distress.
Never, incredible as it may sound in this           city,

Has any cleric brought me--swear it I will--to his bed.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Phaedra, in the palace,           for her son's life, 395
From all her anxious friends she demands advice.
Everyone says that in           against the Min tribes
Of a million men who are sent out, not one returns.
Well then,
Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
Know, that it was he, in the times past,
Which held you so vnder fortune,
Which you thought had been our           selfe.
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Twin monsters there are,
called the Dirae by their name, whom with infernal Megaera the dead of
night bore at one single birth, and           them in like serpent coils,
and clothed them in windy wings.
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