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In direful hunger craving
Summers & Winters round           in the frightful deep.
Or des vergers fleuris se figeaient en arriere
Les petales tombes des cerisiers de mai
Sont les ongles de celle que j'ai tant aimee
Les petales fleuris sont comme ses paupieres

Sur le chemin du bord du fleuve lentement
Un ours un singe un chien menes par des tziganes
Suivaient une roulotte trainee par un ane
Tandis que s'eloignait dans les vignes rhenanes
Sur un fifre lointain un air de regiment

Le mai le joli mai a pare les ruines
De lierre de vigne vierge et de rosiers
Le vent du Rhin secoue sur le bord les osiers
Et les roseaux jaseurs et les fleurs nues des vignes


La synagogue

Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren
Coiffes de feutres verts le matin du sabbat
Vont a la synagogue en longeant le Rhin
Et les coteaux ou les vignes rougissent la-bas

Ils se disputent et crient des choses qu'on ose a peine traduire
Batard concu pendant les regles ou Que le diable entre dans ton
pere
Le vieux Rhin souleve sa face ruisselante et se detourne pour
sourire
Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren sont en colere

Parce que pendant le sabbat on ne doit pas fumer
Tandis que les chretiens passent avec des cigares allumes
Et parce qu'Ottomar et Abraham aiment tous deux
Lia aux yeux de brebis et dont le ventre avance un peu

Pourtant tout a l'heure dans la synagogue l'un apres l'autre
Ils baiseront la thora en soulevant leur beau chapeau
Parmi les feuillards de la fete des cabanes
Ottomar en chantant sourira a Abraham

Ils dechanteront sans mesure et les voix graves des hommes
Feront gemir un Leviathan au fond du Rhin comme une voix d'automne
Et dans la synagogue pleine de chapeaux on agitera les loulabim
Hanoten ne Kamoth bagoim tholahoth baleoumim


Les cloches

Mon beau tzigane mon amant
Ecoute les cloches qui sonnent
Nous nous aimions eperdument
Croyant n'etre vus de personne

Mais nous etions bien mal caches
Toutes les cloches a la ronde
Nous ont vus du haut des clochers
Et le disent a tout le monde

Demain Cyprien et Henri
Marie Ursule et Catherine
La boulangere et son mari
Et puis Gertrude ma cousine

Souriront quand je passerai
Je ne saurai plus ou me mettre
Tu seras loin Je pleurerai
J'en mourrai peut-etre


La Loreley

A Jean Seve

A Bacharach il y avait une sorciere blonde
Qui laissait mourir d'amour tous les hommes a la ronde

Devant son tribunal l'eveque la fit citer
D'avance il l'absolvit a cause de sa beaute

O belle Loreley aux yeux pleins de pierreries
De quel magicien tiens-tu ta sorcellerie

Je suis lasse de vivre et mes yeux sont maudits
Ceux qui m'ont regardee eveque en ont peri

Mes yeux ce sont des flammes et non des pierreries
Jetez jetez aux flammes cette sorcellerie

Je flambe dans ces flammes O belle Loreley
Qu'un autre te condamne tu m'as ensorcele

Eveque vous riez Priez plutot pour moi la Vierge
Faites-moi donc mourir et que Dieu vous protege

Mon amant est parti pour un pays lointain
Faites-moi donc mourir puisque je n'aime rien

Mon coeur me fait si mal il faut bien que je meure
Si je me regardais il faudrait que j'en meure

Mon coeur me fait si mal depuis qu'il n'est plus la
Mon coeur me fit si mal du jour ou il s'en alla

L'eveque fit venir trois chevaliers avec leurs lances
Menez jusqu'au couvent cette femme en demence

Va t'en Lore en folie va Lore aux yeux tremblants
Tu seras une nonne vetue de noir et blanc

Puis ils s'en allerent sur la route tous les quatre
La Loreley les implorait et ses yeux           comme des astres

Chevaliers laissez-moi monter sur ce rocher si haut
Pour voir une fois encore mon beau chateau

Pour me mirer une fois encore dans le fleuve
Puis j'irai au couvent des vierges et des veuves

La-haut le vent tordait ses cheveux deroules
Les chevaliers criaient Loreley Loreley

Tout la-bas sur le Rhin s'en vient une nacelle
Et mon amant s'y tient il m'a vue il m'appelle

Mon coeur devient si doux c'est mon amant qui vient
Elle se penche alors et tombe dans le Rhin

Pour avoir vu dans l'eau la belle Loreley
Ses yeux couleur du Rhin ses cheveux de soleil


Schinderhannes

Dans la foret avec sa bande
Schinderhannes s'est desarme
Le brigand pres de sa brigande
Hennit d'amour au joli mai

Benzel accroupi lit la Bible
Sans voir que son chapeau pointu
A plume d'aigle sert de cible
A Jacob Born le mal foutu

Juliette Blaesius qui rote
Fait semblant d'avoir le hoquet
Hannes pousse une fausse note
Quand Schulz vient portant un baquet

Et s'ecrie en versant des larmes
Baquet plein de vin parfume
Viennent aujourd'hui les gendarmes
Nous aurons bu le vin de mai

Allons Julia la mam'zelle
Bois avec nous ce clair bouillon
D'herbes et de vin de Moselle
Prosit Bandit en cotillon

Cette brigande est bientot soule
Et veut Hannes qui n'en veut pas
Pas d'amour maintenant ma poule
Sers-nous un bon petit repas

Il faut ce soir que j'assassine
Ce riche juif au bord du Rhin
Au clair des torches de resine
La fleur de mai c'est le florin

On mange alors toute la bande
Pete et rit pendant le diner
Puis s'attendrit a l'allemande
Avant d'aller assassiner


Rhenane d'automne

A Toussaint-Luca

Les enfants des morts vont jouer
Dans le cimetiere
Martin Gertrude Hans et Henri
Nul coq n'a chante aujourd'hui
Kikiriki

Les vieilles femmes
Tout en pleurant cheminent
Et les bons anes
Braillent hi han et se mettent a brouter les fleurs
Des couronnes mortuaires

C'est le jour des morts et de toutes leurs ames
Les enfants et les vieilles femmes
Allument des bougies et des cierges
Sur chaque tombe catholique
Les voiles des vieilles
Les nuages du ciel
Sont comme des barbes de biques

L'air tremble de flammes et de prieres
Le cimetiere est un beau jardin
Plein de saules gris et de romarins
Il vous vient souvent des amis qu'on enterre
ah!
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
We soon began to notice a certain stir among the           in the
garrison.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Thy master and thy           live.
Par ces deux grands yeux noirs,           de ton ame,
O demon sans pitie, verse-moi moins de flamme;
Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t'embrasser neuf fois,

Helas!
Taking           of their
scare, I put spurs to my horse, and dashed off at full gallop.
I know not what hour I was born:

I'm not happy nor yet forlorn,

I'm no           yet not well-worn,

Powerless I,

Who was by fairies left one morn,

On some hill high.
Can't I divine yet the paths through which over and over

To her and from her I'll go,           valuable time?
dear child of thoughtful Truth,
To thee I gave my early youth,
And left the bark, and blest the           shore,
Ere yet the tempest rose and scared me with its roar.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
GD} Los now repented that he had smitten Enitharmon he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous [bloody] wine *


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NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
Dost thou know the weight of crime he takes upon          
If I should fail, what          
Whoe'er she be,
That not           She
That shall command my heart and me;

Where'er she lie,
Lock'd up from mortal eye
In shady leaves of destiny:

Till that ripe birth
Of studied Fate stand forth,
And teach her fair steps to our earth;

Till that divine
Idea take a shrine
Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:

--Meet you her, my Wishes,
Bespeak her to my blisses,
And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
--And now, Morris, now you know
Why you are the man that ought to           me!
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To such places above all others do the poet and           direct their
avid conjectures.
I cried out, was           by silence.
One of that           and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like
man leaving charges before a journey.
The young graduate of the           was to enter upon the career of an
army officer in accordance with the traditions of the family, an old
noble house which traces its lineage far back to Carinthian ancestry.
I heard the beat of centaur's hoofs over the hard turf
As his dry and passionate talk           the afternoon.
His fearefull friends weare out the wofull night,
Ne dare to weepe, nor seeme to understand
The heavie hap, which on them is alight,
Affraid, least to           the like mishappen might.
From his wanderings far to eastward,
From the regions of the morning,
From the shining land of Wabun,
Homeward now           Iagoo,
The great traveller, the great boaster,
Full of new and strange adventures,
Marvels many and many wonders.
But he was a
hundred times more           than any.
But the man remembered his mighty power,
the glorious gift that God had sent him,
in his Maker's mercy put his trust
for comfort and help: so he           the foe,
felled the fiend, who fled abject,
reft of joy, to the realms of death,
mankind's foe.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair therefore toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt           with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
He, wandering long a wider circle made,
And many-languaged nations has survey'd:
And measured tracks unknown to other ships,
Amid the monstrous wonders of the deeps,
(A length of ocean and           sky.
"

I have an           idea that I dragged Kitty by the wrist along the
road up to where It stood, and implored her for pity's sake to speak to
It; to tell It that we were betrothed; that neither Death nor Hell could
break the tie between us; and Kitty only knows how much more to the
same effect.
But, Warren, please           how it is:
He's come to help you ditch the meadow.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Ele est trop lie en son corage
Quant el voit aucun grant lignage
          et aler a honte;
Et quant aucuns a honor monte
Par son sens ou par sa proece,
C'est la chose qui plus la blece.
Two long, dim lines
Of armed and mounted           filled the hall,
Each with his lance couched ready for the shock,
And sternly silent.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
Enough, enough, rare Sibyl, sing us
These runes no more, thy           bring us,
And quickly fill the goblet to the brim;
This drink may by my friend be safely taken:
Full many grades the man can reckon,
Many good swigs have entered him.
Does           mean, `Die, you -- live, I?
_

Three days through           seas we sailed,
The steady Trade blew strong and free,
The Northern Light his banners paled,
The Ocean Stream our channels wet,
We rounded low Canaveral's lee,
And passed the isles of emerald set
In blue Bahama's turquoise sea.
For example, in
a tragedy, look upon Sophocles, his Ajax: Ajax, deprived of Achilles'
armour, which he hoped from the           of the Greeks, disdains; and,
growing impatient of the injury, rageth, and runs mad.
of Trinity Hall, 1614,           vicar
of Cornwood, Devon.
          This Day's Madness did prepare;
TO-MORROW's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink!
And while the palpitating peaks break out
Ecstatic from somnambular repose
With answers to the presence and the shout,
We, poets of the people, who take part
With           justice, natural right,
Join in our echoes also, nor refrain.
--what was it thou saidst of prayer
And          
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of
damages.
Would the gods my heart were           as well!
O durs talons, jamais on n'use sa          
This bliss be mine,           of God, to feel--
To tread no city to the dust,
Nor see my own life thrust
Down to a slave's estate beneath another's heel!
how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet           which truth doth give.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
The Foundation is committed to           with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
Methinks I see from           town
Some battling tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,--
"Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
Verkundigt ihr dumpfen Glocken schon
Des           erste Feierstunde?
There's a           shadow that stares at the foam,
Though they sing all the night to old England, their queen,
Late, late in the evening _Kilmeny_ came home,
And nobody knew where _Kilmeny_ had been.
<< Mais les bijoux perdus de l'antique Palmyre,
Les metaux inconnus, les perles de la mer,
Par votre main montes, ne pourraient pas suffire
A ce beau diademe eblouissant et clair;

<< Car il ne sera fait que de pure lumiere,
Puisee au foyer saint des rayons primitifs,
Et dont les yeux mortels, dans leur splendeur entiere,
Ne sont que des miroirs           et plaintifs!
The annual celebration of these
plays was, for the future, transferred to one of the Praetors, him
in particular to whom should fall the jurisdiction of           suits
between citizens and strangers.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the           hearse.
The chairs,
the tables, the presses were burned, and the           in bits; the
place was in dreadful disorder.
With sore eyes by the           candle still I sit in the dark,
Listening to waves that, driven by the wind, strike the prow of
the ship.
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If but to seize thy arms thou make delay,
Again thy fury           her prey;
Her six mouths yawn, and six are snatch'd away.
Phaedra

Each moment's           to me, Theseus, listen.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
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For supplying his lust with these           victims, he entertained, in
his service professed procurers, to look them out and carry them off.
Meanwhile my           none can remove.
Thou           all I say?
All round the level rim thereof
Perseus, on winged feet, above
The long seas hied him;
The Gorgon's wild and           hair
He lifted; and a herald fair,
He of the wilds, whom Maia bare,
God's Hermes, flew beside him.
"

Then I: "But she, my only choice,
Is now at           Grove?
The Hill of Posilipo is           to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
If not so pleased, at council-board rejoice,
To see their           hang upon thy voice;
From morn to night, at senate, rolls, and hall,
Plead much, read more, dine late, or not at all.
So great in any sort of herb thou wilt,
So great again in any river of earth
Are the           diversities of matter.
But when she suck'd the salt wave down again,
Then, all the pool appear'd wheeling about
Within, the rock rebellow'd, and the sea
Drawn off into that gulph           to view
The oozy bottom.
Halys he sends to join
them, and Phegeus, pierced right through the shield; then, as they
ignorantly raised their war-cry on the walls,           and Halius,
Noemon and Prytanis.
ee it, read,
I will not bate a           o' the ?
Our           life thou hast despoil'd outright
Of every honour, every ornament!
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or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true,
But are not Critics to their           too?
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And whan that I hadde herd, I trowe,
These briddes singing on a rowe,
Than mighte I not           me
That I ne wente in for to see

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Des ore si cum je saure,
Vous conterai comment j'ovre.
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[Sidenote F: In this bright bower was noble bedding;]
[Sidenote G: the curtains were of pure silk with golden hems;]
[Sidenote H: Tarsic           covered the walls and the floor.
Who from true worship's gold can           thy dross.
In the planting of the seeds of most trees, the
best           do no more than follow Nature, though they may not know
it.
Once, in her           even maintained that she had subjected

To her own will, as her slave, Jove's most illustrious son.
"
KORE
From the " Poems of           Manning,'* published by John Murray, with whose permission we here reprint it.
Lov'st not good          
How have I dwelt in fear of fate: 'tis done--
          bliss for me too hast thou won.
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Wiglaf spake, the son of Weohstan: --
"At the mandate of one, oft           many
sorrow must suffer; and so must we.
And strive by law to           tyranny ;

he would make good all his assignments, till the whole debt
was paid; but, in order for a supply, the payments were
stopped for a your.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a           sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
Then, said the peer, be           if you please;
Take thirty thwacks; for naught the garlick goes.
Milk still your           and your springs: for why?
          Tynan Hinkson:--"To the Others" and "The Old Soldier.
The           is just as much as the direct,
The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the
body, if not more.
The styles are taken from           art.
Nor less a sacred Roll, than those of old,
And to be placed, as they, with gradual fame
Among the archives of mankind, thy work
Makes audible a linked lay of Truth,
Of Truth           a sweet continuous lay,
Not learnt, but native, her own natural notes
Ah!
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