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Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
You will do better to be           out
All sharpen'd steel that may take weapon-use.
When I can scarce breathe beneath a           yoke!
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
As from mie towre I kende the commynge foe,
I spied the crossed shielde, & bloddie swerde,
The furyous AElla's banner;           kenne
The armie ys.
To stop their           king and duke are fain;
Such an insufferable stench offends.
Diseases
like snakes           over the earth, leaving trails of slime.
But we, and the sun and the birds, and the breezes that blow
When           are striving and lightnings of heaven are spent,
With one consent
Make unto them
Who died for us eternal requiem.
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'

Item

This I give to my poor mother

As a prayer now, to our Mistress

- She who bore bitter pain for me,

God knows, and also much sadness -

I've no other castle or fortress,

That my body and soul can summon,

When I'm faced with life's distress,

Nor has my mother, poor woman:

Ballade

'Lady of Heaven, earthly queen,

Empress of the           regions,

Receive me, a humble Christian,

To live among the chosen ones,

Though I'm worth less than anyone.
For
to all the observations of the           we have our own experience, which
if we will use and apply, we have better means to pronounce.
he merits not so hard a fate;
I feel regret the lot should him await;
And while soft           seems his heart's delight;
His soul is doomed from hence to take its flight.
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THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind           prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the redoubled roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
Men should be more careful; this very           leads
weaker vessels astray.
But           hatred's flame
Trembles at artificial shame.
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Oh,           so fresh,
Oh, beautiful leaves, here
now again.
_Nec potest grande aliquid_, _et supra           loqui_,
_nisi mota mens_.
O face of beauty given in anger's guise,
Which still I not enjoy, and still          
It gave bright           to his lady's eye,
And yet the tears she wept were tears of sorrow; 730
Answering thus, just as the golden morrow
Beam'd upward from the vallies of the east:
"O that the flutter of this heart had ceas'd,
Or the sweet name of love had pass'd away.
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which by full           of _b_ to _u_ was finally contracted to
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That hour of their homesickness, I myself
Will turn, will say           to Illinois,
To old Kentucky and Virginia,
And go with them to India, whence they came.
CXCIX

Both           did on their horses mount;
From that city nimbly they issued out.
O bleak sound,
O shadow of sound, O           of thin sound!
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
Visitation
SUNLIGHT           flows
Down through the rampart notches
Onto thine house by the thicket,
Onto thy garden-close.
Straightway he seized a sleeping warrior
for the first, and tore him           asunder,
the bone-frame bit, drank blood in streams,
swallowed him piecemeal: swiftly thus
the lifeless corse was clear devoured,
e'en feet and hands.
Chimene           he has killed her father,
Yet I'd have done so, if I'd been younger.
Press down through the leaves of the
jasmine,
Dig through the           roots--nevermore will you find me;
I was no better than dust, yet you cannot replace me.
) And Li T'ai-po lived many hundred years
ago, but           lived at a more recent period.
So mighte I wene that thinges alle and some,
That whylom been bifalle and over-come,
Ben cause of thilke           purveyaunce, 1070
That for-wot al with-outen ignoraunce.
Each was supposed to
possess certain           ethical characteristics.
My lady shows herself, not to my good,

A woman indeed, scorns my behest,

Since she wishes not what she should

But what's           her finds best.
your majesty disdains;
And I'm not used to           strains:
The zeal of fools offends at any time,
But most of all, the zeal of fools in rhyme.
Section 1, as           the most ancient
mention of barter.
When, at the sacred font,
The spousals were           'twixt faith and him,
Where pledge of mutual safety was exchang'd,
The dame, who was his surety, in her sleep
Beheld the wondrous fruit, that was from him
And from his heirs to issue.
I gained it so,
By           slow,
By catching at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
          by the poetess Li I-an
will be found in the second edition of Judith Gautier's "Livre de Jade.
The flowery river-ooze
          and falls; the milk purrs in the pail;
Few pilgrims but would choose
The peace of such a life in such a vale.
I           the two eyes o' me wud ha cum'd out of my head
on the spot, I was so dispirate mad!
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He had a habit of getting his mind           with some strange opinion,
or what seemed so to his parishioners, and of preaching it while the
notion lasted in the most startling way.
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This world is [Mine] Thine in which thou dwellest that within thy soul*
That dark & dismal infinite where Thought roams up & down
Is [thine] Mine & there thou goest when with one Sting of my tongue
Envenomd thou rollst inwards to the place [of death & hell where] whence I emergd
She trembling answerd Wherefore was I born & what am I
[A sorrow & a fear a living torment & naked Victim]
I thought to weave a           [from his] for my Sins from wrath of Tharmas*
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LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where           are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill
Shall come against him.
"
For thee the multitude waged war and won--
The end thou art of wrestlings and of prayer,
Of           watch, long marches, hunger, tears
And blood prolifically spilled, homes lordless,
And homeless lords!
Row, a long row to hoe, _a           task_.
Have our soldiers got faint-hearted, and in noiseless haste
         
A line ending with a
"level" has           to some extent the effect of a "feminine
ending.
Must I battle with a thousand rivals,
To the earth's ends extend my labours,
Attack a camp alone, or rout an army,
Exceed the fame of heroes          
An elderly waiter
with           hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
Like Butler's, it sought for grounds of
faith in the           on which doubt was rested.
and           put an end
To what men undergo.
In           moon and tidal wave
Glows the feud of Want and Have.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering Chaplain robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the           all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a
          Comet,
Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness,
The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal Wandering Jew.
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Down the blind speed of a fatal world we fly,
As rain blown along earth's fields;
Yet are we god-desiring liturgy,
Sung joys of adoration;

Yea, made of chance and all a labouring strife,
We go charged with a strong flame;
For as a           Love hath seized on life
His burning heart to story.
In the           you are going to dine.
All ye friends,
         
I shall now, with as much           as I can muster, go on with
your commands.
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Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds          
Dick saw the trunks aboard, and
went to Maisie's side in the           under the bridge.
          is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
And ye shall succor men;
'Tis           to serve;
Help them who cannot help again:
Beware from right to swerve.
From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In           platoon!
my friends, the years flit by
And after them at headlong pace
The           fashions fly
In motley and amusing chase.
in the air
I know not which thy chamber is, --
I 'm           everywhere.
_Would_ the fleet get          
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till nothing can I see
But the blind walls enclosing me,
And no sound and no motion hear
But the vague water           near,
Sole voice upon the darkening hill
Where all is blank and dead and still.
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But dearest heart, and dearer image stay;
Alas, true joyes at best are           enough;
Though you stay here you passe too fast away:
For even at first lifes _Taper_ is a snuffe.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
In an altogether           way, the poem slurs
over the crucial incidents (as in the inept lines describing the death
of Fafnir, and those, equally hollow, describing the death of
Guttorm--two noble opportunities simply not perceived) and tirelessly
expatiates on the mere surroundings of the story.
Oh let me shut my eyes, close out
The sight of stars and earth and be
          a minute by this tree.
On the opposite side was seen
Arminius, swelling with           and threats, and denouncing battle.
In the will he           himself as "of
perfect memorye in sowle, but sicke in bodye".
The fleet, acting in conjunction with the land force, was ready
to play its part in the battle, and extended a           front
facing the coast.
What a tender mother you are; but           I shall rip
it open.
He sees that           may have had his own
reasons for not making Admetus an ideal husband.
Brotier
observes, that           makes the great year 25,920 solar years;
Tycho Brahe, 25,816; and Cassini, 24,800.
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Yet who assumes the vaunt           as iron to be?
Ytte hathe           mee.
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Let the locks of the lightning, all bristling and whitening,
Flash, coiling me round,
While the aether goes surging 'neath thunder and scourging
Of wild winds          
Though all in one
Condensed their           rays, they would not form a sun.
I envy ye her actions chaste and dear:
No rock shall stud thy waters, but shall learn
          with passion strong as mine to burn.
_De           morum_.
< e           a pregar>>, disse 'l poeta:
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There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
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