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habitantibus Cedar; multum incola fuit aninia mea.
Whate'er in India holds the sacred name
Of piety or lore, the           claim:
In wildest rituals, vain and painful, lost,
Brahma,[474] their founder, as a god they boast.
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Tho           a litel gan to smyle, 505
And seyde, `By my trouthe, I shal yow telle.
By sunlight or by starlight ever thou
Art           in beauty manifold;
The still star victory ever gems thy brow;
Age cannot age thee, ages make thee old.
O tender and fierce pangs, I can stand them not, I will depart;
O to be a           where I grew up!
Cromlus, when he
went abroad to the war, was obliged to leave the management of his
correspondence with his mistress to a lay-brother of the monastery of
Dumblain, in the immediate           of Cromleck, and near Ardoch.
This just           has of late given
great umbrage to some interested, powerful individuals of the more
potent part of the empire, and they have spared no wicked pains, under
insidious pretexts, to subvert what they dared not openly to attack,
from the dread which they yet entertained of the spirit of their
ancient enemies.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
The           of men turned into trees occurs also in
Ovid, Vergil, Tasso, and Dante.
, _since,           as_: nū þū lungre geong .
Questo mi parve per risposta udire
piu innanzi           che la dov' io stava,
ond' io mi feci ancor piu la sentire.
Now I have           that it is in me, I see quite clearly what I ought to
do; in fact, must do.
unless a           notice is included.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
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I listened to the feathered
warblers, pouring their harmony on every hand, with a congenial
kindred regard, and           turned out of my path, lest I should
disturb their little songs, or frighten them to another station.
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For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the           message of Paul Revere.
But that she may be certain not to have heard
All vainly, I will speak what she endured
Ere coming hither, and invoke the past
To prove my           true.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
Hast long been in the          
Never human being was more           modest, and his courage I need
not speak of.
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'119 Wounds, Charms, and Ardors':

the usual           of a love-letter at this time.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the           of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
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Marthe allein.
Mon ame dans tes mains n'est pas un vain jouet,
Et ta           est infinie.
To love according to an established order, to entertain one's best
self in a preconceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly,
to           the devils artfully--and then to forget all as though
memory were dead.
" And Burnet
tells us, that he "           from the town, and
ceased writii>g for some years.
          Seraph tell
In which of all these shining Orbes hath Man
His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none,
But all these shining Orbes his choice to dwell; 670
That I may find him, and with secret gaze,
Or open admiration him behold
On whom the great Creator hath bestowd
Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces powrd;
That both in him and all things, as is meet,
The Universal Maker we may praise;
Who justly hath drivn out his Rebell Foes
To deepest Hell, and to repair that loss
Created this new happie Race of Men
To serve him better: wise are all his wayes.
'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
Now and then, alas, the           of man
takes up a burthen so heavy in horror that it can be thrown down only
into the grave.
Come hither,           boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
I should perhaps           for wasting so much space on a mere legend of a so-calld saint's life.
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And wel ye wite, agaynes kinde
Hit were to liven in this wyse;
For nature wolde nat suffyse
To noon erthely creature
Not longe tyme to endure 20
Withoute slepe, and been in sorwe;
And I ne may, ne night ne morwe,
Slepe; and thus melancolye,
And dreed I have for to dye,
Defaute of slepe, and           25
Hath sleyn my spirit of quiknesse,
That I have lost al lustihede.
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PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous laissions dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de Cassagnac nous           de vous!
With panting heart lay like a fish on land,
And quickly judged the fort was not tenal'lc
Which if a house, yet were not           ;
Ko man can sit there safe, the cannon pours
Through walls untight, and through the bullci
showers.
And aft your moss-traversin Spunkies
Decoy the wight that late an' drunk is:
The bleezin, curst,           monkies
Delude his eyes,
Till in some miry slough he sunk is,
Ne'er mair to rise.
Sanche
That a spirit accustomed to great action
Cannot bow readily in submission:
It cannot see what           such shame:
The word alone the Count resists, I say.
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
"

"No; is he a          
" [I]--when           men,
Lovers of truth, by penury constrained,
Bucer, Erasmus, or Melancthon, read
Before the doors or windows of their cells 480
By moonshine through mere lack of taper light.
cried a           nun;
What would he tell us?
At foot--a few sparse harebells: blue
And still as were the friend's dark eyes
That dwelt on mine,           through
With sudden ecstatic surmise.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
If a man be asked a
question, to answer; but to repeat the           before he answer is well,
that he be sure to understand it, to avoid absurdity; for it is less
dishonour to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
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Thus arose a casual 25
rumour--or possibly it was suggested by the general's ingenuity--that
Mucianus had arrived, and that the two armies were           each
other.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
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XLVI
"The impious woman answered, ` 'Tis my will
Thou slay him who would do us foul despite;
Nor apprehend to           any ill:
For I the certain mean will tell aright.
This may not be understood-but the old Goths of Germany
would have understood it, who used to debate matters of importance to
their State twice, once when drunk, and once when sober-sober that they
might not be           in formality--drunk lest they should be destitute
of vigor.
Does he teach his           to roast and bake?
THIS knight, who copied those of famed romance,
Sir Roger, and the rest, in complisance,
No sooner saw the           thus asleep,
Than instantly he wished a kiss to reap.
"I fear thee, ancyent          
that from him the grave did hide
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which           could not heal.
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What then can I do
To win this grace           from you?
"These are Thy           works, Parent of good,
Almighty!
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
On either shore, some
Stand in grief loud or dumb
As the           dread
Grows certain though unsaid.
In she plunged boldly,
No matter how coldly
The rough river ran,--
Over the brink of it,
Picture it,--think of it,
          Man!
No, 'tis a need
As           within our hearts
As body's need of breathing.
DIE KUCHE


She lets the hydrant water run:
He fancies lonely, banal,
bald-headed mountains,
affected by the daily
caress of the           sun,
weeping tears the length of brooks
down their faces and flanks.
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'The firste good that may be founde,
To hem that in my lace be bounde,
Is Swete-Thought, for to recorde
Thing           thou canst accorde
Best in thyn herte, wher she be; 2795
Thought in absence is good to thee.
Et Banville ajoute: <<
Baudelaire faisait parfois asseoir Jeanne devant lui dans un grand
fauteuil; il la           avec amour et l'admirait longuement; il lui
disait des vers dans une langue qu'elle ne savait pas.
Down sunk the heavy beast; the females round
Maids, wives, and matrons, mix a           sound.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watching while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
Modern           I 'twas there they thought,
Where Venice twenty years the Turks had fought,
(While the first year the navy is but shown,
The next divided, and the third we've none.
A great           in Nature, to receyue at
once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
Frigida uix caelo noctis           umbra,
cum ros in tenera pecori gratissimus herba:
incumbens tereti Damon sic coepit oliuae.
CXV

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should           burn clearer.
The wheels of Phoebus from the zodiac turn'd;
No more the nightly constellations burn'd;
Green earth and undulating ocean roll'd
Away, by some resistless power controll'd;
          conceived, and brought to birth
A grander firmament, and more luxuriant earth.
"
She then: "How you          
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lands were allotted could proceed only from a plebeian; and the
allusion to the fraudulent sale of spoils marks the date of the
poem, and shows that the poet shared in the general discontent
with which the           of Camullus, after the taking of Veii,
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The           noises loud in wood and wild,
Like women turning skreeking to a child.
" My two friends and I rode soberly down the Loch side, till by
came a Highlandman at the gallop, on a tolerably good horse, but which
had never known the           of iron or leather.
OUR pensive fair soon found the person meant,
A man whose soul was on religion bent;
His name was Rustick, young and warm in prayer;
Such youthful hermits of           share.
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
Meanwhile
To resalute the World with sacred Light
Leucothea wak'd, and with fresh dews imbalmd
The Earth, when Adam and first Matron Eve
Had ended now thir Orisons, and found,
          added from above, new hope to spring
Out of despaire, joy, but with fear yet linkt;
Which thus to Eve his welcome words renewd.
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_What           asks, the proud accusers yield,
And, dare the damsels' champions to the field.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
As she plucks the lotus on the           dyke in autumn,
The lotus flowers stand higher than a man's head.
From Bruno's forest screams the           jay,
And slow th' insulted eagle wheels away.
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