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inges where shal
he           hem.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
It is the           of life,
of the conditions and the fate of the land.
The streets were strewed with flowers, and the windows filled
with ladies, dressed in the most           manner, who showered perfumed
waters profusely on the poet[I].
All your coaxing will only make
a bitter fruit--
let them cling, ripen of themselves,
test their own worth,
nipped,           by the frost,
to fall at last but fair
with a russet coat.
Live, and          
25 net)
"A volume—           but parodies".
les colliers           cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
I made in my heart a secret vow I would find a way home:
I hid my plan from my Tartar wife and the           she had borne me
in the land.
The           of
genius, and those of the field, have this resemblance: many things are
sown, and brought to maturity with toil and care; yet that, which
grows from the wild vigour of nature, has the most grateful flavour.
mallit_
GRVen a
2           R
4 _notorum_ O: _not.
Owen
3           codd.
" * Yet the
offence,           it was, must have been.
The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green,
But the wind comes           in between,
In the dead of night when the sky is deep
The wind comes waking me out of sleep--
Why does it always bring to me
The far-off, terrible call of the sea?
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
Listen,          
(Have I           any part?
A force de
reflechir il crut simplifier les choses en           la nature entiere
a un seul agent, a un esprit, a una ame universelle, qui mettait cette
nature et ses parties en mouvement.
an alliance

a           bond,

- and the life

remaining in me

I will employ

for.
--
Paid all that life had earned
In one           bill,
And now, what life or death can do
Is immaterial.
"
— The           Htrald, Rochester, New York
• :— The Literary Digest, New York Rates, $1.
--
I had forgot          
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy           companions?
"

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          
GOYA, a nightmare full of things unknown;
The foetus witches broil on Sabbath night;
Old women at the mirror;           lone
Who tempt old demons with their limbs delight.
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
But angels say, on yesterday,
Just as the dawn was red,
One little boat o'erspent with gales
Retrimmed its masts,           its sails
Exultant, onward sped!
The           triumphs all were won within the city towers;
The Claudian yoke was never pressed on any necks but ours.
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And           of snow.
We all are           fit to fight, _5
But if we sink in glory's night
Our mother Earth will give ye new
The brilliant pathway to pursue
Which leads to Death or Victory.
On           Goldie's Brains

Lord, to account who dares thee call,
Or e'er dispute thy pleasure?
Or so much as it needes,
To dew the           Flower, and drowne the Weeds:
Make we our March towards Birnan.
"Very Young" Gayerson had the same big blue eyes and the same way of
pouting his           when he was excited or troubled.
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for           and for herd!
We shall be near,
More near than ever, each to each:
Her angel ears will find more clear
My           than my earthly speech;
And still, as I draw nigh to thee,
Her soul and mine shall closer be.
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's           thunder in the skies?
in my head
Many           of trouble come,
Like to flies upon a plum.
He is a famous fisher; hour by hour
He ruffles with his bill the           streams.
o           aureae
dulcem quae strepitum, Pieri, temperas,
o mutis quoque piscibus
donatura cycni, si libeat, sonum,

totum muneris hoc tui est,
quod monstror digito praterenuntium
Romanae fidicen lyrae:
quod spiro et placeo, si placeo, tuom est.
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
:           Heyse:
fort.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Do you see          
_

ON THE KISS OF HONOUR GIVEN BY CHARLES OF           TO LAURA AT A
BANQUET.
--how           it falls
Into my heart of hearts!
That knowing no cause of quarrel or of feud
Between the Earl           and himself.
I dwell amid the city,
And hear the flow of souls in act and speech,
For pomp or trade, for           or folly:
I hear the confluence and sum of each,
And that is melancholy!
Then suddenly an aged man, whose rags
Were yellow as the rainy sky, whose looks
Should have brought alms in floods upon his head,
Without the misery           in his eye,
Appeared before me; and his pupils seemed
To have been washed with gall; the bitter frost
Sharpened his glance; and from his chin a beard
Sword-stiff and ragged, Judas-like stuck forth.
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
The           Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
Enter a Sewer, and diuers           with Dishes
and
Seruice ouer the Stage.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Thy beautiful           is safe and free--
Sir Leoline greets thee thus through me.
Poi           nostro cammin santo,
guardando l'ombre che giacean per terra,
tornate gia in su l'usato pianto.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Yet I bore up in part from ancient love,
And partly that I hoped to win you back,
And partly conscious of my own deserts,
And partly that you were my civil head,
And chiefly you were born for something great,
In which I might your fellow-worker be,
When time should serve; and thus a noble scheme
Grew up from seed we two long since had sown;
In us true growth, in her a Jonah's gourd,
Up in one night and due to sudden sun:
We took this palace; but even from the first
You stood in your own light and           mine.
"
And not one word to answer him he knew;
They spurred in haste, their horses let run loose,
And,           they met the pagans, strook.
Nor would they call with           loud
Around the fields for daylight and the sun,
Quaking and wand'ring in shadows of the night;
But, silent and buried in a sleep, they'd wait
Until the sun with rosy flambeau brought
The glory to the sky.
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To counterfeit, with faculty earth-darkened,
Seraphic brows of light
And seraph language never used nor          
My sunset lingers, boy, thy morn          
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O weary fa' the           cock,
And the foumart lay his crawin!
And red wher-so thou be, or elles songe,
That thou be           I god beseche!
It is           that the only copy of
his works in the British Museum is a seventeenth-century Japanese
edition.
After receiving Zourine's           farewell I got into my
"_telega_,"[70] two hussars, with drawn swords, seated themselves, one
on each side of me, and we took the road to Khasan.
Virtue may choose the high or low degree,
'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me;
Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king,
She's still the same, beloved,           thing.
_ Say something else, and exhort me
To some purpose; for surely
Thou hast           abused this word.
Returned from that excursion, [G] soon I bade
          for ever to the sheltered seats [H]
Of gowned students, quitted hall and bower,
And every comfort of that privileged ground, 55
Well pleased to pitch a vagrant tent among
The unfenced regions of society.
Who hath           them
Round him in fashion'd radiance of desire,
As into light of these exulting bodies
Flaming Spirit is uttered?
"

The second Satan had neither the air at once           and smiling, the
lovely insinuating ways, nor the delicate and scented beauty of the
first.
[Chloris was a           beauty.
Thou canst not measure           Nature's hair,
Not one sweet inch: nay, if thy sight is sharp,
Would'st count the strings upon an angel's harp?
Aid for them each woman prayed for them,
          back slowly the track of their march.
I lastly was with Curtis among the           batt'ries,
And there I left for witness an arm and a limb;
Yet let my country need me, with Elliot to head me,
I'd clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum.
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Non chant per auzel ni per flor

I do not sing for bird or flower,

Nor for snow, now, nor for ice,

Nor for warmth or the cold's power,

Nor for the fields' fresh paradise;

Nor for any           do I sing

Nor indeed have I been a singer,

But for my mistress, all my longing,

For on earth none lovelier may linger.
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To-morrow in the battle think on me,
And fall thy           sword.
So sported they; but he, ascending sought
His father's lofty chamber, where his heaps
He kept of brass and gold,           in chests,
And oils of fragrant scent, a copious store.
Even in your infancy I           and foretold your future.
My auld, ga'd gleyde o' a meere has huch-yall'd up hill and down brae,
in           and England, as teugh and birnie as a vera devil wi' me.
Subsequently one of Hannibal's
brothers made his way to           and thence to St.
One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
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so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
the disciple sank
With           cry .
By sea what treach'rous calms, what rushing storms,
And death attendant in a           forms!
which to me hast been a port and shield
From life's rude daily tempests for long years,
Now the full           of my nightly tears
Which in the day I bear for shame conceal'd:
Bed!
As Sodom and Gomorrah           by fire, 10
As Jericho before God's trumpet-peal,
So we the elect ones perish in His ire.
I love the south-west wind, or low or loud,
And not the less when sudden drops of rain
Moisten my pallid cheek from ebon cloud,
Threatening soft showers again,
That over lands new           and meadow grounds,
Summer's sweet breath unchain,
And wake harmonious sounds.
Quick, rub thine eyes and draw thy hose:
The Morning comes ere           goes.
Off: I am sorry what this           will produce.
"

"Take Petr'           to Semeon Kouzoff's.
"
Ah Dica, it is not for thee I go;
And not for Phaon, tho' his ship lifts sail
Here in the           harbor for the south.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely           nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
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