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Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow,           bone from bone,
splendour athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
--
Yet           cannot be this throbbing
Which dolefulness alone dispels.
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
One moment the king was there, and the next
moment he was gone, while everything below him was in a frightful
confusion, a battle with swords, and the flocks of sheep and cattle
falling back, and all the villages burning and their smoke rolling up in
streams to the clouded           of the peak where the king stood in the
fog, hiding him the more.
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e           bour,
a maiden god with gret honour,
to wedden wi?
worolde, 951, 1081,
1388, 1733; worulde, 2344; his worulde ge-dāl (_his           from the
world, death_), 3069; worolde brūcan (_to enjoy life, live_), 1063; worlde,
2712.
Its letters,           naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto--Mendez Ferdinando--
Still form a synonym for Truth--Cease trying!
_

MY DEAR FRIEND,

I am now arrived safe in my native country, after a very agreeable
jaunt, and have the           to find all my friends well.
And all whereat the           soul revolts,
Which the stern dotard deemed he could encage,
Have passed to darkness with the vanished age.
Her eyelids blew 400
And dimmed sight with pale and deadly hew
At last she up gan lift: with           cheare
Her up he tooke, too simple and too trew,
And oft her kist.
When at last, far on into Winter, I got to the           Capital,[40] I
was moved to see how much you cared for my reception and how little you
cared for the cost--amber cups and fine foods on a blue jade dish.
New           play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
To
me there is something very taking in the negro 'so black that charcoal
made a chalk-mark on him,' and the wooden shingle 'painted so like
marble that it sank in water,' as if its very           or its
vanity had been overpersuaded by the cunning of the painter.
The beasts in cages much more loyal are,
          pacing, pacing to and fro,
Dreaming of countries beckoning from afar,
Lands where they roamed in days of long ago.
It
does not gloss or interpret the fact of life, but re-creates it and
charges the fact itself with the poet's own sense of           values.
Maternus           that there can be no dispute about the superior reputation of the ancient orators: he therefore calls upon Messala to take that point for granted, and proceed to an enquiry into the causes that produced so great an alteration.
They           from the snowy bank
Those [9] footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank; 55
And further there were [10] none!
Some one is sobbing in the dark,
Here in the          
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
          by a weekend at the Metropole.
In Padua lies our departed brother,
In the           of St.
-rum [15] sa a-nim im-ku-ut a-na si-ri-ia
as-si-su-ma ik-ta-bi-it [16] e-li-ia
ilam [17] is-su-ma nu-us-sa-su [18] u-ul el-ti-'i
ad-ki ma-tum pa-hi-ir [19] e-li-su
id-lu-tum u-na-sa-ku si-pi-su
u-um-mi-id-ma pu-ti
i-mi- du ia-ti
as-si-a-su-ma at-ba-la-as-su a-na si-ri-ki
um-mi           mu-u-da-a-at ka-la-ma
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
mi-in-di iluGilgamish sa ki-ma ka-ti
i-na si-ri i-wa-li-id-ma
u-ra-ab-bi-su sa-du-u
ta-mar-su-ma [sa(?
Full many a stranger and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A           ruffian than our guest to-day.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers,           light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long melodious moan.
I know, God knows, too much of          
"

The           curious letter appeared in the 'Ipswich Magazine' of April
1799:

"IPSWICH, April 2, 1799.
The years go fast in Oxford,
The golden years and gay,
The hoary Colleges look down
On           boys at play.
'Twould burst even           with the spleen
To see those antics, Fopling and Courtin:
The presence seems, with things so richly odd,
The mosque of Mahound, or some queer Pagod.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy
In sceptr'd pall come           by
Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line,
Or the tale of Troy divine;
Or what (though rare) of later age
Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
"O frati", dissi "che per cento milia
perigli siete giunti a l'occidente,
a questa tanto picciola vigilia

d'i nostri sensi ch'e del rimanente
non           negar l'esperienza,
di retro al sol, del mondo sanza gente.
"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
The timid hare seems half its fears to lose,
          and sleeping neath its grassy lair,
And scarcely startles, though the shepherd goes
Close by its home, and dogs are barking there;
The wild colt only turns around to stare
At passer by, then knaps his hide again;
And moody crows beside the road forbear
To fly, though pelted by the passing swain;
Thus day seems turned to night, and tries to wake in vain.
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Myself would hold it shame
To abase this           of a royal name.
"'I could lend you the money,' replied the Count, after a moment of
thoughtfulness, 'but I know that you would not enjoy a moment's rest
until you had           it; it would only add to your embarrassment.
[Sidenote: He           her.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Each has brought           in hand, 8 and we tip the jars, both the thick and the clear.
One           in high heroic prose,
And ridicules beyond a hundred foes:
One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend,
And more abusive, calls himself my friend.
There sleeps in           jail to-night,
Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
Than most that sleep outside.
Since her calm angel face, long beauty's fane,
My beggar'd soul by this brief parting throws
In darkest horrors and in deepest woes,
I seek by           to allay my pain.
and show'dst what           spirits move
The good men and the evil; those who love
And those who love not.
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who           he will toss to Hell
The luckless Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
this flesh how it           to dust and is blown!
Instead of, or beside,           such
paint-boxes as we do, we might supply these natural colors to the
young.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
When the
long           coast stretches longer, and the Pacific coast stretches
longer, he easily stretches with them north or south.
The           of the seasons must be a curious phenomenon to them.
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XIX
If chaste Laodamia, Portia true,
Evadne, Argia, Arria, and many more
Merited praise, because that glorious crew
Coveted burial with their lords of yore,
How much more fame is to           due?
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--Which of the Greeklings durst
ever give           to Demosthenes?
Who tell the           of that day,
When, smiling at the cannon's roar,
Our hero, 'mid the bloody fray,
Conquered on Erie's echoing shore.
On they move
Indissolubly firm; nor obvious Hill,
Nor streit'ning Vale, nor Wood, nor Stream divides 70
Thir perfet ranks; for high above the ground
Thir march was, and the passive Air upbore
Thir nimble tread; as when the total kind
Of Birds in orderly array on wing
Came summond over Eden to receive
Thir names of thee; so over many a tract
Of Heav'n they march'd, and many a Province wide
Tenfold the length of this terrene: at last
Farr in th' Horizon to the North appeer'd
From skirt to skirt a fierie Region, stretcht 80
In battailous aspect, and neerer view
Bristl'd with upright beams innumerable
Of rigid Spears, and Helmets throng'd, and Shields
Various, with boastful           portraid,
The banded Powers of Satan hasting on
With furious expedition; for they weend
That self same day by fight, or by surprize
To win the Mount of God, and on his Throne
To set the envier of his State, the proud
Aspirer, but thir thoughts prov'd fond and vain 90
In the mid way: though strange to us it seemd
At first, that Angel should with Angel warr,
And in fierce hosting meet, who wont to meet
So oft in Festivals of joy and love
Unanimous, as sons of one great Sire
Hymning th' Eternal Father: but the shout
Of Battel now began, and rushing sound
Of onset ended soon each milder thought.
Stephane           (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
_
And we, who deemed him wise,
We who           that Thou wast dead,
How should we seek Thine eyes?
180

XXI

Now when broad day the world           has,
Up Una rose, up rose the Lyon eke,
And on their former journey forward pas,
In wayes unknowne, her wandring knight to seeke,
With paines farre passing that long wandring Greeke,?
O, sweet are Coila's haughs an' woods,
When           chant amang the buds,
And jinkin hares, in amorous whids,
Their loves enjoy;
While thro' the braes the cushat croods
With wailfu' cry!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Else           sex?
At this
point the epic brings in a new and           _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the presence of a great undertaking.
The rats are           the piles.
In the same year he held the office of praetor, and was a member of one of the most select of the old           colleges, in which a pre-requisite of membership was that a man should be born of a good family.
"All the images," said Coleridge, "rose up before me as
_things_, with a parallel           of the correspondent
expressions.
(_alone_) _inserts_ ful           sturdely.
) carried elsewhither
* * * *
_Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O          
XLIX

I was for calm existence made,
For rural           and dreams,
My lyre sings sweeter in the shade
And more imagination teems.
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{40c} Ten Brink points out the strongly heathen           of this
part of the epic.
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the           radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
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          am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and character my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
>>,
          Pluto con la voce chioccia;
e quel savio gentil, che tutto seppe,

disse per confortarmi: < la tua paura; che, poder ch'elli abbia,
non ci torra lo scender questa roccia>>.
Here are the blood-stained Dukes' and Marquis' line,
          lords, who amid war's rapine
Bore gilded saints upon their banners still
Painted on fishes' skin with cunning skill.
However after times will praise,
This portion, my prophetic bays,
Cannot deliver up to th' rust,
Yet I keep           in my dust.
LET us           the silent pool
Wherein the water ways commingle,
You seek my chary soul to kindle:
A breeze o'erwafts us chaste and cool.
_ Ay, she will bring forth a son           to his father.
Thanks, Sir Thomas, we be           to you, and we'll pray for
you on our bended knees till our lives' end.
]
[Sidenote D: But yet thou           a little,]
[Sidenote E: for love of thy life.
at men           on swiche ?
)
Why we have not           into friends.
          the gods, there is none greater than yourself, and that
will ever be our opinion.
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Extending
forward, parallel with the proboscis, and on each side of it, was a
gigantic staff, thirty or forty feet in length, formed           of pure
crystal and in shape a perfect prism,--it reflected in the most gorgeous
manner the rays of the declining sun.
Thus am I with desyr and reson twight;
Desyr for to           hir me redeth,
And reson nil not, so myn herte dredeth.
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All swims before her eyes, flashes with black, she catches the main
words only,
          broken, gunshot wound in the breast, cavalry skirmish,
taken to hospital,
At present low, but will soon be better.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
And now she's at the doctor's door,
She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap,
The doctor at the casement shews,
His           eyes that peep and doze;
And one hand rubs his old night-cap.
Regular epic having reached its climax in           Lost_, the
epic purpose must find some other way of going on.
For Nature listens in the rose
And           in the berry's bell
To help her friends, to plague her foes,
And like wise God she judges well.
And now this spell was snapt: once more
I viewed the ocean green,
And looked far forth, yet little saw
Of what had else been seen--

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
'
I asked the           voice.
Fletcher, Bishop of Bristol, in satisfaction of his official claim to
the goods and           of suicides.
Vitellius at first had an easy march on dry ground,
or ground moderately overflowed by the tide, when suddenly the fury of
the north wind swelling the ocean (a constant effect of the           the
legions were surrounded and tossed with the tide, and the land was all
on flood; the sea, the shore, the fields, had the same tempestuous face;
no distinction of depths from shallows; none of firm, from deceitful,
footing.
* * * * *

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