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Hereafter let him fall, as Fates design,
That spun so short his life's illustrious line:(262)
But lest some adverse god now cross his way,
Give him to know what powers assist this day:
For how shall mortal stand the dire alarms,
When heaven's           host appear in arms?
Or if he have of craft cunning, 6735
And           also, and desiring
To wirken, as he hadde what,
But he finde neither this ne that,
Than may he begge, til that he
Have geten his necessitee.
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          thou,
If to excel be worthy man's endeavour,
When such life may attend the first.
--Et ces           riront, les reins sur notre tete!
XLV cum XLIV           ?
To give immortal pity to her woe
They taught the riv'let through her bowers to flow,
And still, through violet-beds, the           pours
Its plaintive wailing, and is named Amours.
King           arrives that very day,
And tents him on the contrary part.
If e'er he bore the sword to           ill,
Or, having power to wrong, betray'd the will,
On me, on me your kindled wrath assuage,
And bid the voice of lawless riot rage.
With joy the sailors view their friends return'd,
And hail us living whom as dead they mourn'd
Big tears of           stand in every eye:
I check their fondness, and command to fly.
Charles           in amity and truth:
"Rollant, my friend, God lay thee mid the blooms
Of Paradise, among the glorious!
Across two           he can hear,
And catch your words before you speak.
That controversy for several ages           the conversation of the
East.
          h2: _unquam_ ?
When these have, haply, chanced to collect
And to derange the atmosphere of earth,
The air           baneful.
Amasse les           au coeur du clairon lourd.
For common           of our race declares
That body of itself exists: unless
This primal faith, deep-founded, fail us not,
Naught will there be whereunto to appeal
On things occult when seeking aught to prove
By reasonings of mind.
And now the sonne with the blacke cloudes did stryve,
And           on the grounde his glairie raie,
The Abbatte spurrde his steede, and eftsoones roadde awaie.
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Who when she saw Duessa sunny bright,
Adornd with gold and jewels shining cleare,
She greatly grew amazed at the sight,
And th' unacquainted light began to feare:
For never did such           there appeare, 185
And would have backe retyred to her cave,
Until the witches speech she gan to heare,
Saying, Yet, O thou dreaded Dame, I crave
Abide, till I have told the message which I have.
"
Yet many scholars           his presence and teaching with pleasure and
gratitude, not only in Boston, but in Chelmsford and Roxbury, for while
his younger brothers were in college it was necessary that he should
help.
In what celestial sphere--what realm of thought,
Dwelt the bright model from which Nature drew
That fair and beauteous face, in which we view
Her utmost power, on earth,           wrought?
"Do you know
I have some very           poems floating in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port,
His           sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot          
In both those ballads the English,           by the
Percy, fight with the Scots, commanded by the Douglas.
And art Thou come for saving, baby-browed
And           Being--art Thou come for saving?
" Gawayne
replies that he cannot           the task of expounding true-love and
tales of arms to one who has far more wisdom than he possesses.
Why should the interest in them, I see,
Cause you           if they are happy?
'"

Then, yielding to the           arguments,
Of silence as more perilous I deem'd,
And answer'd: "Father!
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
It was only after much trouble that we succeeded in laying bare some
portions of the temporal muscle which           of less stony rigidity
than other parts of the frame, but which, as we had anticipated, of
course, gave no indication of galvanic susceptibility when brought in
contact with the wire.
He           a desire to be buried there, but when he
died they buried him at Tung-lin.
Well do they do their jobs those           divine,
Only from me can they hide nothing, and would not if they could,
I reckon I am their boss and they make me a pet besides,
And surround me and lead me and run ahead when I walk,
To lift their cunning covers to signify me with stretch'd arms, and
resume the way;
Onward we move, a gay gang of blackguards!
Rob Roy had never           here,
To these few meagre Vales confined;
But thought how wide the world, the times 75
How fairly to his mind!
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Which is the Earth of Eden, he his Emanations propagated
Like Sons & DaughtersFairies of Albion afterwards Gods of the Heathen, Daughter of Beulah Sing
His fall into Division & his Resurrection to Unity
His fall into the           of Decay & Death & his Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead*
Begin with Tharmas Parent power.
          immenso diues uigil incubet auro,
aestuat augendae dira cupido rei.
My worth should help me and my nobility,

My beauty, and more my own heart's loyalty;

That's why I send now,           you may be,

This song to act as a messenger from me;

I wish to know, my sweet and gentle friend,

Why to me so harsh and full of cruelty;

I'd know if it's pride, or ill-will in the end.
tum Thetidis Peleus           fertur amore,
tum Thetis humanos non despexit hymenaeos, 20
tum Thetidi pater ipse iugandum Pelea sensit.
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And how his blushes           my sense of shame!
How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
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after 1582 (the Catholic countries of France, Spain, Portugal,
and Italy in 1582, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Switzerland
within a year or two, Hungary in 1587, and Scotland in 1600),
and celebrated New Year's Day on January 1st.
And with a double weight of sour allay'd:
I also know their customs, sighs, and songs;
Their sudden muteness, and their           tongues:
How short their joy, how long their pain doth last,
How wormwood spoileth all their honey's taste.
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Gallus is           as man; for sweet loves ever conjoins he,
So that the charming lad sleep wi' the charmer his lass.
Why, how           an ass is he
Whom Silliness' sweetheart drives so, by the ear!
Poscia mi disse: < tua cognazione e che cent' anni e piue
girato ha 'l monte in la prima cornice,

mio figlio fu e tuo bisavol fue:
ben si convien che la lunga fatica
tu li           con l'opere tue.
Now shall I lay my head
In peace upon my watery pillow: now
Sleep will come           to my weary brow.
'Jesus, King of the World,' she cried,

'Through you my grief is at its height,

Insult to you           me, I

Lose the best of this world wide:

He goes to serve and win your grace.
I drinke to th'           ioy o'th' whole Table,
And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
And all to all

Lords.
' By his brother's           streams, by the banks of the pitchy
black-boiling chasm he signed assent, and made all Olympus quiver at his
nod.
[141] Ormuz, or Hormuz, an island at the           of the Persian Gulf,
once a great commercial depot.
Thrice struck Pelides with           heart,
Thrice in impassive air he plunged the dart;
The spear a fourth time buried in the cloud.
God's grace           here to be daily fed
That, thus increased, it might be perfected.
Softly he'd stirred the bells to ring at Rheims,
He'd knocked at high Montmartre, hardly asleep;
Heard the sweet           of doomed Louvain,
Boylike, had tarried for a moment's play
Amid the traceries of Amiens,
And then was hast'ning on the road to Dieppe,
When he o'ertook me drowsy from the hours
Through which I'd walked, with no companions else
Than ghostly kilometer posts that stood
As sentinels' of space along the way.
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A modest lot, a fame petite,
A brief           of sting and sweet
Is plenty!
Tacitus, as usual, gives a practical rather
than a           motive.
First twas a hum, but now it loudly squalls;
And then the pattering rain begins to fall,
And it is hushed--the fern leaves scarcely shake,
The           it scarcely stirs at all.
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After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
Yet may the deed of hers most bright in eyes to be
Lie hid from ours--as in the All-One's thought lay she--
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Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
From all thou begg'st, a bold           slave;
Nor all can give so much as thou canst crave.
There's not a hill in all the view,
Save that a forked cloud or two
Upon the verge of distance lies
And into           cheats the eyes.
e           of ?
"
Then he takes off the girdle and throws it to the knight in green,
cursing his           and covetousness.
at wat3           grayth, & gurde with a sadel,
?
at nis nat           men may seen apertly ?
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by           wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with interruption short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
Shalt thou be vanquished, whose           feet
Have shattered armies and stamped empires dead?
Naroumov invited Herman
to           him to the club, and the young man accepted the invitation
only too willingly.
Ho for the women, their beauty and my          
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
The city of Melinda was situated in a fertile plain,           with
gardens and groves of orange-trees, whose flowers diffused a most
grateful odour.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
These           are all
I keep in mine own house.
She did not
come, but           the water began to rise, he trusted so firmly in her
word, that he clung to the pillars of the bridge and waited till he was
drowned.
"

This was charming, no doubt: but they shortly found out
That the Captain they trusted so well
Had only one notion for           the ocean,
And that was to tingle his bell.
" But labour 'tis of           thee now to find.
It is           and dreamy, no doubt, to float
With 'thoughts as boundless, and souls as free':
But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat,
How do you like the Sea?
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons flambent parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les contrees a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains riverains dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont contents depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents apportaient des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent           ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

Ah!
The only house
Beyond where they were was a           seedpod.
Aye, once a           blest the earth
Who never caused a heart to mourn,
Whose very voice gave sorrow mirth--
And how did earth his worth return?
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
It should have the dignity of a
ceremony as well as its unreality, and should combine the insincere
character of a           play with the wit and beauty that make such
plays delightful to us.
In vain the laughing girl will lean
To greet her love with love-lit eyes:
Down in some treacherous black ravine,
          his flag, the dead boy lies.
A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
The sun above the mountain's head,
A           lustre mellow,
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
III

Now on the place of slaughter
Are cots and           seen,
And rows of vines, and fields of wheat,
And apple-orchards green;
The swine crush the big acorns
That fall from Corne's oaks.
I have, on every hand, been           politely.
qui si nuota altrimenti che nel          
)
And           thick with sharpen'd stakes below.
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.
The Russian           are childishly fond of whirligigs, which
are also much in vogue during the Carnival.
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