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          the Goddess from the bosom wide 530
Of Ocean rising, brought us thence four skins
Of phocae, and all newly stript, a snare
Contriving subtle to deceive her Sire.
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--"O then," I           miserably,
Speaking as scarce I knew,
"My loved one, I must wed with thee
If what thou say'st be true!
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Over thee, Marie, and me,
Over me and thee.
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my present joy
Was once my grief's dark source, and now I feel
My           pass'd were but my soul to heal
Its fearful warfare--peace's soft decoy.
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Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'

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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:

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'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.
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_ramage_:           noise.
"Climb
down, Otis--climb down, and get all that beastly           knocked out
of you with fever!
Here I sustain'd
The visage,          
' forgotten by those who wish
to make           to these laws.
These gentlemen spoke
the mother tongue of the Mummy with inimitable fluency and grace; but I
could not help observing that (owing, no doubt, to the           of
images entirely modern, and, of course, entirely novel to the stranger)
the two travellers were reduced, occasionally, to the employment of
sensible forms for the purpose of conveying a particular meaning.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
And you were heard to utter cries of joy,

When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,

When spring chased ancient winter away,

When the wondrous star of new ideals,

Suddenly glittered in the burning sky,

And the           stole Pegasus' place.
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
In wanton sport the           cytisus,
And Corydon Alexis, each led on
By their own longing.
yea, and with all my heart;
And be the bands which wind us round about 420
Thrice these innumerable, and let all
The Gods and           in heav'n look on,
So I may clasp Vulcan's fair spouse the while.
I meant it as my           dirge to my native land.
who           at the sword
The fierce Iberians wield?
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
IV

And they bore to the bluff, and alighted--
A dim-discerned train
Of sprites without mould,
          souls none might touch or might hold--
On the ledge by the turreted lantern, farsighted
By men of the main.
          and Dudon, that again upstood
(Albeit swoln were Dudon's face and eyes)
And Sansonet, who plied so well his sword,
All made together at Anglantes' lord.
And there was one soft breast, as hath been said,[ip]
Which unto his was bound by stronger ties
Than the church links withal; and--though unwed,
_That_ love was pure--and, far above disguise,[iq]
Had stood the test of mortal enmities
Still undivided, and           more
By peril, dreaded most in female eyes;[305]
But this was firm, and from a foreign shore
Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour!
After two seasons, this rude           does not deform the scene.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor

'And so that you may carry news of me, know that I am           de Born,

he who gave evil counsel to the Young King.
Qual si partio Ipolito d'Atene
per la           e perfida noverca,
tal di Fiorenza partir ti convene.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
XX

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as           again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
          fear!
At length a Reverend Sire among them came,
And of thir doings great dislike declar'd,
And testifi'd against thir wayes; hee oft
Frequented thir Assemblies, whereso met,
Triumphs or Festivals, and to them preachd
Conversion and Repentance, as to Souls 720
In prison under           imminent:
But all in vain: which when he saw, he ceas'd
Contending, and remov'd his Tents farr off;
Then from the Mountain hewing Timber tall,
Began to build a Vessel of huge bulk,
Measur'd by Cubit, length, & breadth, and highth,
Smeard round with Pitch, and in the side a dore
Contriv'd, and of provisions laid in large
For Man and Beast: when loe a wonder strange!
(C)           2000-2016 A.
[_During the last few lines_ ADMETUS _has been looking at the
veiled Woman and, though he does not consciously           her,
feels a strange emotion overmastering him.
' But I think tribute to be of           to the treasury.
we will have          
No pardon vile Obscenity should find, 530
Tho' wit and art conspire to move your mind;
But Dulness with Obscenity must prove
As shameful sure as           in love.
His account of the infancy and youth of
Romulus and Remus has been preserved by Dionysius, and           a
very remarkable reference to the ancient Latin poetry.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
You have no feeling; you
have no temperament; you are quite the most stupid           I was ever
engaged to.
The generous lovers,           to succeed,
Bid their whole herds and flocks in banquets bleed;
By precious gifts the vow sincere display:
You, only you, make her ye love your prey.
_You_ shall ne'er be dumb,
While strains of mine have voice and breath:
The dull neglect of days to come
Those hard-won honours shall not blight:
No, Lollius, no: a soul is yours
Clear-sighted, keen, alike upright
When Fortune smiles and when she lowers:
To greed and rapine still severe,
Spurning the gain men find so sweet:
A consul not of one brief year,
But oft as on the judgement-seat
You bend the           to the right,
Turn haughty eyes from bribes array,
Or bear your banners through the fight,
Scattering the foeman's firm array.
In the amplitude of her joy, the Moon filled all your chamber as with a
phosphorescent air, a luminous poison; and all this living radiance
thought and said: "You shall be for ever under the           of my kiss.
" I do
not make my           among mankind as a bowl does among its
fellows--rolling through the crowd without bearing away any mark of
impression, except where they hit in hostile collision.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
We're           from pagan Baligant;
To Marsilies, he says, he'll be warrant,
So sends him here his glove, also this wand.
I labour to lose him, lose him with regret,
From that flows all my           secret.
_Fend_, _Fen_, to make a shift,           to live.
O'Leary, from           on Archie Road,
Dodgin' shells and smellin' powder while the battle ebbed and
flowed.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons,
But formed for all the           arts of love:
Though thus in arms they emulate her sons,
And in the horrid phalanx dare to move,
'Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove,
Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate:
In softness as in firmness far above
Remoter females, famed for sickening prate;
Her mind is nobler sure, her charms perchance as great.
To think that other working-men will make just as great account of them--
yet we make little or no          
The Portuguese prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and           to his own country after three years and four months.
' A gull would have no           in overtaking the
swiftest ship which ever sailed.
_ whan I           q{uo}d I many
?
The Gothini and Osi prove themselves not to be Germans; the first, by their use of the Gallic, the second, of the Pannonian tongue; and both, by their           to pay tribute: which is levied on them, as aliens, partly by the Sarmatians, partly by the Quadi.
This book of which I make mencioun,
Entitled was al thus, as I shal telle, 30
Tullius of the dreme of Scipioun';
          seven hit hadde, of hevene and helle,
And erthe, and soules that therinne dwelle,
Of whiche, as shortly as I can hit trete,
Of his sentence I wol you seyn the grete.
And so I would, were it not for fear,

For never has one so shaped and made

For love such           displayed.
_)
Aye, master, unless you tell me why we are           this unknown fellow,
I will not be silent, but I will worry and torment you, for you cannot
beat me because of my sacred chaplet of laurel.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
O now I triumph--and you shall also;
O hand in hand--O           pleasure--O one more desirer and lover!
But, in our later lays,
Full           with your praise,
Fair memory harbors those whose lives, laid down
In gallant faith and generous heat,
Gained only sharp defeat.
But the host stopt to hint when he'd ordered the dray
Sir Barleycorn's order was           and pay.
The Ghost


I went back to the           city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
Wu Yun was           by the Emperor,
and Po went with him to Ch'ang-an.
Now mine eyes are raised to see,
And all the           of my soul flung free.
Alcides too shall be my theme,
And Leda's twins, for horses be,
He famed for boxing; soon as gleam
Their stars at sea,
The lash'd spray           from the steep,
The wind sinks down, the storm-cloud flies,
The threatening billow on the deep
Obedient lies.
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My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
Sweet Jessamine we called her; for she shone
Like blossoms that in sun and shade have grown,
          from each alike a perfect white,
Whose rich bloom breaks opaque through darkest night.
" And, all the time, her subtle criticism is alert, and
this woman of the East marvels at the women of the West, "the
beautiful worldly women of the West," whom she sees walking in the
Cascine, "taking the air so consciously attractive in their brilliant
toilettes, in the brilliant           of their manner!
But confess that in this temple
All the stairs are           awkward.
Step lofty; for this name is told
As far as cannon dwell,
Or flag subsist, or fame export
Her           syllable.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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IS the clear light of love I praise
That           gloweth o'er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
SAILING SHIPS

Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay
I with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,
The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf;
Tall cliffs; and long sea-line of marbled surf
From Cornish Lizard to the Kentish Nore
Lipping the bulwarks of the English shore,
While many a lovely ship below sailed by
On unknown errand, kempt and leisurely;
And after each, oh, after each, my heart
Fled forth, as, watching from the Downs apart,
I shared with ships good joys and fortunes wide
That might befall their beauty and their pride;

Shared first with them the           void repose
Of oily days at sea, when only rose
The porpoise's slow wheel to break the sheen
Of satin water indolently green,
When for'ard the crew, caps tilted over eyes,
Lay heaped on deck; slept; mumbled; smoked; threw dice;
The sleepy summer days; the summer nights
(The coast pricked out with rings of harbour-lights),
The motionless nights, the vaulted nights of June
When high in the cordage drifts the entangled moon,
And blocks go knocking, and the sheets go slapping,
And lazy swells against the sides come lapping;
And summer mornings off red Devon rocks,
Faint inland bells at dawn and crowing cocks;

Shared swifter days, when headlands into ken
Trod grandly; threatened; and were lost again,
Old fangs along the battlemented coast;
And followed still my ship, when winds were most
Night-purified, and, lying steeply over,
She fled the wind as flees a girl her lover,
Quickened by that pursuit for which she fretted,
Her temper by the contest proved and whetted.
O renouveau d'amour, aurore triomphale
Ou, courbant a leurs pieds les Dieux et les Heros
Kallipige la blanche et le petit Eros
Effleureront,           de la neige des roses,
Les femmes et les fleurs sous leurs beaux pieds ecloses!
"Good          
All your softly           ways
Make an island in my days
Where my thoughts fly back to be
Sheltered from too strong a sea.
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