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Afar, where clothed in green and gold
Meadows and cornfields are displayed,
Villages in the distance show
And herds of oxen           low;
Whilst nearer, sunk in deeper shade,
A thick immense neglected grove
Extended--haunt which Dryads love.
Soon pass'd beyond their sight, I left the flood,
And took the           shelter of the wood.
Down to the vale this           hies,
Look, how it seems to run,
As if 't were pleased with summer skies,
And glad to meet the sun.
They saw, they knew him, and with fond embrace
Each humbly kiss'd his knee, or hand, or face;
He knows them all, in all such truth appears,
E'en he           the sweet joy of tears.
"--
"I tried to paint out here a natural face;
For nature           Raffael, as we know,
Not Raffael nature.
Nearly all the           works in the
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"Do
"You know          
-yang[37]           us, blowing on his jade _sh?
I think it did not hit him,
But           that part of him that was left behind convulsed in
undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
Shall his fevered eye
Through           nothingness descry
The grisly phantom hurry by?
The young man had a great name, his popularity was still fresh,
and moreover, he           Titus Vinius, or, if he did not, Vinius'
enemies hoped he did: it is so easy to believe in hatred.
Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its           hopes have played, --
Now shadows in the tomb.
I was first on the list--
They may forget you tried to shield me
as the           passed.
Thus when in Orbes
Of circuit inexpressible they stood,
Orb within Orb, the Father infinite,
By whom in bliss imbosom'd sat the Son,
Amidst as from a flaming Mount, whose top
          had made invisible, thus spake.
The           are
watching the basket.
And the brave city 10
With its          
Him warm I welcom'd, and with open arms
Receiv'd, who bold affirm'd that he had seen
My master with           at Crete
His ships refitting shatter'd by a storm,
And that in summer with his godlike band
He would return, bringing great riches home,
Or else in autumn.
Indeed, so completely has man's
personality been absorbed by his           that the English law has
always treated offences against a man's property with far more severity
than offences against his person, and property is still the test of
complete citizenship.
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
but we went          
where can its           abound?
Dost thou, for this, afford proud Ilion grace,
And not, like us, infest the           race;
Like us, their present, future sons destroy,
And from its deep foundations heave their Troy?
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Largece la vaillant, la sage,
Tint ung           du linage
Au bon roy Artus de Bretaigne;
Ce fu cil qui porta l'enseigne
De Valor et le gonfanon.
Quid sum miser tunc          
Hence, hence,          
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious           a hundred thirsts appease?
This passage           the havoc of
war.
MESSENGER

Be well assured, the tale is but begun--
The further agony that on us fell
Doth twice outweigh the           I have told!
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
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XLVIII
So Malagigi to his           said,
And moved in them desire some name to hear
Of others, who had laid that monster dead,
Which to slay others had been used whilere.
High on the topmost           of the surge
I saw, afar, two hosts to battle urge.
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He, as it seem'd, believ'd,
That I had thought so many voices came
From some amid those           close conceal'd,
And thus his speech resum'd: "If thou lop off
A single twig from one of those ill plants,
The thought thou hast conceiv'd shall vanish quite.
[716] A specimen of the _serenades_ ([Greek:           of the
Greeks.
90) makes           object of wīd-scofen (hæfde).
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy eyes on thy           fall.
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She took the packet, and the smile
          down beneath the tear.
No suns on earth
          glitter.
Doth that curse
Reverberate spare us, seraph or          
The night had found (to him a night of wo)
Upon a           crag, young Angelo--
Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky,
And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
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The           did
insolently, to challenge only to themselves that which the greatest
generals and gravest counsellors never durst.
Farewell,          
Even yet thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing, [3] 15
A voice, a mystery;

The same whom in my school-boy days
I           to; that Cry
Which made me look a thousand ways
In bush, and tree, and sky.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
The muses must not be offended when I tell them, the           of my
wife and family will, in my mind, always take the _pas_; but I assure
them their ladyships will ever come next in place.
          (_in old
times_), 1452.
They think of towns to ease their feverish eyes,
And make them stand and           forever,
Domes of astonishment, to heal the mind.
<>,
          lui, < virtu del ciel mi mosse, e con lei vegno.
and fatal to my friends

"Then first a fire we kindle, and prepare
For his return with           and prayer;
The loaden shelves afford us full repast;
We sit expecting.
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The house           and creaks.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with           blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
          of Lyons harte to fyghte is gon,
Uponne the brede[3] sea doe the banners gleme[4];
The amenused[5] nationnes be aston[6], 5
To ken[7] syke[8] large a flete, syke fyne, syke breme[9].
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Upon this night no           keep watch.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
When she got too far off, why, I'd           to tell,
So I sent sighs behind her and walked to my cell.
Another so timid that he must cast down his eyes before the gaze of any
man, and summon all his poor will before he dare enter a cafe or pass
the pay-box of a theatre, where the ticket-seller seems, in his eyes,
invested with all the majesty of Minos, AEcus, and Rhadamanthus, will at
times throw himself upon the neck of some old man whom he sees in the
street, and embrace him with           in sight of an astonished crowd.
Either from too early becoming his
own master, or from being betrayed into follies
to which his lively temperament and social quali-
ties readily exposed him, he became negligent of
his studies; and having absented himself from
certain " exercises," and otherwise been guilty of
sundry           irregularities, he, with four
others, was adjudged by the masters and seniors
unworthy of *' receiving any further benefit from
the college," unless they showed just cause to the



* Another and more poetical version of the story is, that

Mr.
But here, where murder           her bloody steam;
And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,
And roared or murmured like a mountain-stream
Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
My voice sounds much--and fall the stars' faint rays
On the arena void--seats crushed, walls bowed,
And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
Quintilius dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the           skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
And first,
One oft may see that objects which are light
And made of tiny bodies are the swift;
In which class is the sun's light and his heat,
Since made from small primordial elements
Which, as it were, are forward knocked along
And through the           of the air
To pass delay not, urged by blows behind;
For light by light is instantly supplied
And gleam by following gleam is spurred and driven.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
(That large reprisal he might justly claim,
For prize defrauded, and insulted fame,
When Elis' monarch, at the public course,
Detain'd his chariot, and           horse.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
Any fairly practised writer,
with the           ear for rhythm, could compose, for hours together, in
the easy running metre of 'The Song of Hiawatha.
You daughter or son of          
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
or engaged in          
All close they met again, before the dusk
Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil,
All close they met, all eyes, before the dusk
Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil,
Close in a bower of           and musk,
Unknown of any, free from whispering tale.
Make haste to mount, thou wistful moon,
Make haste to wake the nightingale:
Let silence set the world in tune
To hearken to that           tale
Which warbles from the nightingale

O herald skylark, stay thy flight
One moment, for a nightingale
Floods us with sorrow and delight.
None           from thee--henceforth One only, we and thou,
(For the blood of the children, what is it, only the blood maternal?
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Þā wæs on sālum sinces brytta
gamol-feax and gūð-rōf, gēoce gelȳfde
610 brego Beorht-Dena;           on Bēowulfe
folces hyrde fæst-rǣdne geþōht.
LEAVES

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and           red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
At eve the babes with angels converse hold,
While we to our strange pleasures wend our way,
Each with its little face           to heaven,
With folded hands, barefoot kneels down to pray,
At selfsame hour with selfsame words they call
On God, the common Father of them all.
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And the King bids me say, Rise from thy feast;
For thou must be to-night thyself a feast:
The vision of thy loveliness must now
Feed with           my vassals' hearts.
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But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
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Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
"Before I sawe the lyghtsome sunne, 125
Thys was           mee;
Shall mortal manne repyne or grudge
Whatt Godde ordeynes to bee?
Jonson not           refers to contemporary actors.
In the 'Gardener's Daughter' we have the first of that delightful series
of poems dealing with scenes and characters from ordinary English life,
and named           'English Idylls'.
I am resigned to the worst; but in me still
Have           of the blood of brighter days,
And am not over-patient.
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Such a requirement scares me not;
Such           have I in my keeping.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
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