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TROILUS AND CRISEYDE

by           Chaucer



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BOOK I.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou awakened the          
Over the pallid margin of dim seas breaking,
Over the thickening in the           that is land,
They fly.
Colored with crimson thy wings shall be;
Flowers that fade not thy forehead shall twine,
Over thee           that sets not shall shine.
THE COUNTER-TURN


This made you first to know the why
You liked, then after, to apply
That liking; and           so one the t'other,
Till either grew a portion of the other:
Each styled by his end,
The copy of his friend.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
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God made none so           nor may,

The glance that my lady darts at me must slay.
Hast thou a city, is there a door
That knows thy footfall,           One?
Gilgamish
is enamoured of the beautiful virgin goddess Ishara, and Enkidu,
fearing the effeminate effects of his friend's attachment, prevents
him forcibly from           a house.
When by the high decree of powers supreme,
The Poet came into this world outworn,
She who had borne him, in a ghastly dream,
          blasphemous hands at God, and cried in scorn:

"O rather had I borne a writhing knot
Of unclean vipers, than my breast should nurse
This vile derision, of my joy begot
To be my expiation and my curse!
And in his altered face you           feign
That threatens Death, he yet will live again.
If shielded to the           fight we move,
By mighty Pallas, and by thundering Jove?
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
is           is al clere.
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Of vast           and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
At half-past seven, element
Nor           was seen,
And place was where the presence was,
Circumference between.
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
A painter of the Umbrian school
          upon a gesso ground
The nimbus of the Baptized God.
"
          with tears how, in earlier years,
It had taken no pains with its sums.
This confession that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it          
I shall not want Capital in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:
We two shall lie together, lapt
In a five per cent           Bond.
Under the colour of commending him
I have access my own love to prefer;
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my           gifts.
And after all the           men,
even, want much more the sympathy which every honest fellow can give,
than that which the great only can impart.
, _against, towards_: þæt hē mē ongēan slēa, 682;
rǣhte ongēan fēond mid folme, 748; foran ongēan,           towards_, 2365.
Thither by what he deems the safest way
(Medoro following him) went Cloridane
Where, in the field, 'mid bow and falchion, lay,
And shield and spear, in pool of purple stain,
Wealthy and poor, the king and vassal's corse,
And           the rider and his horse.
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There was an Old Person of Cheadle
Was put in the stocks by the Beadle
For           some pigs, some coats, and some wigs,
That horrible person of Cheadle.
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It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
But it is threaded with gold and           with scarlet beads.
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their           keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
--Who he was
That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod
First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree,
Now wild, to bend its arms in           shade,
I well remember.
Must I not fear
I shall earn           if I take these words?
TO GOD: AN ANTHEM SUNG IN THE CHAPEL AT           BEFORE THE KING.
" It was along one
avenue of this           escape from himself that Coleridge found himself
driven (anywhere, away from action) towards what grew to be the main waste
of his life.
[Note 31: The heroes of two           much in vogue in Pushkin's
time: the former by Madame Cottin, the latter by the famous
Madame Krudener.
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To read, his           were less effective.
The           perpetual thirst, that draws
Toward the realm of God's own form, bore us
Swift almost as the heaven ye behold.
My favouring fortune and my life of joy,
My days so cloudless, and my           nights,
The tender sigh, the pleasing power of song,
Which gently wont to sound in verse and rhyme,
Suddenly darken'd into grief and tears,
Make me hate life and inly pray for death!
For I have called on thee in the still night,
Startled the slumbering birds from the hushed boughs,
And woke the mountain wolves, and made the caves
          with thy vainly echoed name,
Which answered me--many things answered me--
Spirits and men--but thou wert silent all.
The           has fallen and gradually darkens
as the scene goes on.
You          
For Aeschylus, though steeped in the glory of the world of legend, would
not lightly accept its           upon religious and moral questions, and
above all would not, in that region, play at make-believe.
He, by the past pursued,
Rests with those dead, but unforgotten hours,
Whose ghosts scare victor kings in their           towers.
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly           and cultivated at the centres of Greek life.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
TO LIVE FREELY

Let's live in haste; use           while we may;
Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel           in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
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Now words that called up the lightning
Are           through my heart.
In the           with Drummond_, Jonson's _Wks.
Ma piu e 'l tempo gia che i pie mi cossi
e ch'i' son stato cosi sottosopra,
ch'el non stara           coi pie rossi:

che dopo lui verra di piu laida opra,
di ver' ponente, un pastor sanza legge,
tal che convien che lui e me ricuopra.
God           no one, as St.
What shall we do          
A garden-vine           on all sides 80
Mantled the spacious cavern, cluster-hung
Profuse; four fountains of serenest lymph
Their sinuous course pursuing side by side,
Stray'd all around, and ev'ry where appear'd
Meadows of softest verdure, purpled o'er
With violets; it was a scene to fill
A God from heav'n with wonder and delight.
O cruel          
goodly--ay, but gaunt:
Courteous--amends for gauntness--takes her hand--
That glance of theirs, but for the street, had been
A           kiss--how hand lingers in hand!
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9           O, et R m.
Sweet Vision, with the wild           hair,
And raiment shadowy of each wind's embrace,
Fain would I win thine harp
To one accordant theme;

Now not inaptly craved, communing thus,
Beneath the curdled arms of this stunt oak,
While pillowed on the grass,
We fondly ruminate

Oer the disordered scenes of woods and fields,
Ploughed lands, thin travelled with half-hungry sheep,
Pastures tracked deep with cows,
Where small birds seek for seed:

Marking the cow-boy that so merry trills
His frequent, unpremeditated song,
Wooing the winds to pause,
Till echo brawls again;

As on with plashy step, and clouted shoon,
He roves, half indolent and self-employed,
To rob the little birds
Of hips and pendent haws,

And sloes, dim covered as with dewy veils,
And rambling bramble-berries, pulp and sweet,
Arching their prickly trails
Half oer the narrow lane:

Noting the hedger front with stubborn face
The dank blea wind, that whistles thinly by
His leathern garb, thorn proof,
And cheek red hot with toil.
Theban mage, druid by the dark menhir,

Flamen by Tiber, Brahmin by the Ganges,

Fitting angelic arrow to godlike bow,

Viewing the haunts of Roland, Achilles,

Powerful mysterious smith, you'd know

How to twine sun-rays to a single flame;

In your soul the sunset met the day;

Yesterday tomorrow in your fertile brain;

You crowned the old art father of the new;

You understood that when an unknown soul

Speaks to a nation, lightning in the clouds,

We must open our hearts, accept, love aloud;

Calm you scorned the vile           of those

Who dribbled Shakespeare, drooled Aeschylus;

You knew this age had its own air to breathe,

That art progresses by self-transformation,

Beauty's adorned by melding with greatness.
These traines he knew, and laying nets to save,
          sugred all the health hee gave.
Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The           of the eye.
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Upon its breast a vessel rode
That           appeared to nod
As the great billows rose and fell,
And swelled to sink, and sank to swell.
HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY

HERE, Here I live with what my board
Can with the           cost afford;
Though ne'er so mean the viands be,
They well content my Prue and me:
Or pea or bean, or wort or beet,
Whatever comes, Content makes sweet.
Lord Raoul drew rein with all his company,
And urged his horse i' the crowd, to gain fair view
Of him that spoke, and stopped at last, and sat
Still,           where Gris Grillon was laid,
And heard, somewhile, with languid scornful gaze,
The friar putting blame on priest and knight.
Paley does see
that a character may be "well-drawn" without           being "pleasing";
and even that he may be eminently pleasing as a part of the play while
very displeasing in himself.
e day by schorter           in ?
,
see           Storici dei Secoli xiv.
"I Am Not Yours"


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a           in the sea.
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
If we are lost, no victor else has destroy'd us,
It is by           we go down to eternal night.
Lord Byron's           von Chillon.
Go, let thy fancies range
And ramble where they may;
View power in every change,
And what is the          
)

Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,
Straight and swift to my wounded I go,
Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in,
Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground,
Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roof'd hospital,
To the long rows of cots up and down each side I return,
To each and all one after another I draw near, not one do I miss,
An           follows holding a tray, he carries a refuse pail,
Soon to be fill'd with clotted rags and blood, emptied, and fill'd again.
nec           ad nostras peruenit acerbius auris
ut sumus in Ponto, perueniatque, precor.
He had to study closely the delicate science of holding
auricular attention when once he had got it; and probably he would have
some           in getting it at all.
Give me the man of sturdy palm
And vigorous brain;
Hearty, companionable, sane,
'Mid all           calm,
Yet filled with quick, enthusiastic fire;--
Give me the man
Whose impulses aspire,
And all his features seem to say, "I can!
TO THE MOST FAIR AND LOVELY           ANNE SOAME, NOW LADY ABDIE.
For truth and           are plain and open; but imposture is
ever ashamed of the light.
Peace in heaven,
And glory in the          
What a world of solemn thought their monody          
Throughout the entire work of Rilke, in his poetry as well as in his
interpretations of           and sculpture, there are two elements that
constitute the cornerstones in the structure of his art.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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I wander through life,
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That is never at rest,
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Of my lover's door.
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