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CLYTEMNESTRA

What, is thy cot so          
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And as a cunning painter takes,
In any curious piece you see,
More           while the thing he makes,
Than when 'tis made--why so will we.
For sev'n long months the nymph her visits paid;
Her           doubtless wanted aid.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
Io mi volsi ver' lui e           fiso:
biondo era e bello e di gentile aspetto,
ma l'un de' cigli un colpo avea diviso.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Quickly then, your waning           needs rescue,
While the flame of your life, almost dwindled, 215
Still endures, and can even yet be rekindled.
I went and stood
leaning against the altar, and watched him, not knowing what I should
say; and I noticed his black closely-buttoned coat, his short hair,
and shaven head, which           a memory of his priestly ambition,
and understood how Catholicism had seized him in the midst of the
vertigo he called philosophy; and I noticed his lightless eyes and his
earth-coloured complexion, and understood how she had failed to do more
than hold him on the margin: and I was full of an anguish of pity.
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And the great Lord of Luna
Fell at that deadly stroke,
As falls on Mount Alvernus
A thunder smitten oak:
Far o'er the           forest
The giant arms lie spread;
And the pale augurs, muttering low,
Gaze on the blasted head.
          Burke," and
he answered:--"What can I do?
In the street I heard a thumping; and I knew it was the stumping
Of the Corporal, our old neighbor, on that wooden leg he wore,
With a knot of women round him,--it was lucky I had found
him,--
So I           with the others, and the Corporal marched before.
Di mia semente cotal paglia mieto;
o gente umana, perche poni 'l core
la 'v' e mestier di consorte          
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
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Sulpicius           Servasius Iunior, 363, 364 (_A.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
For never Bacon studied nature more ;
But age,           now that youthful heat,
Fits him in France to play at cards, and cheat;

Draw no commission, lest the court should lie.
Art thou a           blossom 5
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
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Nel ventre tuo si raccese l'amore,
per lo cui caldo ne l'etterna pace
cosi e           questo fiore.
Si come l'occhio nostro non s'aderse
in alto, fisso a le cose terrene,
cosi           qui a terra il merse.
Each pour'd to Jove before the bowl was crown'd;
And large libations drench'd the thirsty ground:
Then late, refresh'd with sleep from toils of fight,
Enjoy'd the balmy           of the night.
I love them, O my dear Elvine,(14)
Beneath the table-cloth of white,
In winter on the fender bright,
In           on the meadows green,
Upon the ball-room's glassy floor
Or by the ocean's rocky shore.
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CONCLUSION



So closed our tale, of which I give you all
The random scheme as wildly as it rose:
The words are mostly mine; for when we ceased
There came a minute's pause, and Walter said,
'I wish she had not          
My good I seek in the good of another,
This marriage means so much to all three;
Make my soul strong, or           it swiftly.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
ay her flesche folden to home,
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MY DEAR SIR,

Let me tell you, that you are too           in your ideas of songs
and ballads.
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The beautiful and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the           rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The bluebells in the azured wood.
Sure when           did itself embark.
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[12] ["The first four of these stanzas (unnamed by Thoreau) were
published in the Boston _Commonwealth_ in 1863, under the title of
'The Soul's Season,' the           as 'The Fall of the Leaf.
He
is the very basis of           society.
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Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
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But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
'Tis better using France than           France.
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You ask, in either           skill'd!
Bold will I be--
Some goodly           of Guinevere,
In lieu of this rough beast upon my shield,
Langued gules, and toothed with grinning savagery.
The shouts are France, Spain, Albion,          
Melancholy--now           as a goddess.
[A] There wat3 blawyng of prys in mony breme home,
He3e           on hi3e, with ha?
Ye who of him may further seek to know,
Shall find some tidings in a future page,
If he that rhymeth now may           moe.
Your           shall be Kings

Banq.
Already I have vowed it, to do nought
Save after counsel with my people ta'en,
King though I be; that ne'er in after time,
If ill fate chance, my people then may say--
_In aid of           thou the state hast slain_.
Behind every           thing that exists there is something tragic.
rusticus e luco reuehit, male sobrius ipse,
uxorem plaustro           domum.
(Er           das Schloss.
Nought is there for man too high;
Our impious folly e'en would climb the sky,
Braves the dweller on the steep,
Nor lets the bolts of heavenly           sleep.
VI

That modern           broke
His spell, that penmen's pleadings dealt a stroke,
Say some; and some that crimes too dire
Did much to mire his crimson cloak.
No nightly trance, or breathed spell,
Inspire's the pale-ey'd Priest from the           cell.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
And many a moving tale in antique rhymes
He has for           and such merry times,
When "Chevy Chase," his masterpiece of song,
Is said so earnest none can think it long.
On hearing this,
Apollo, handing him a sack of           wheat, bade him pick out _all
the chaff _for his reward.
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A man both bruis'd, and broke, and one
Who suffers not here for Mine own,
But for My friends'          
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
* * * But now these gifts, which
of yore, in manner           handed down, are the sad gifts to the grave,
accept thou, drenched with a brother's tears, and for ever, brother, hail!
Their cries reach the ears
of Andromache, who,           of this, was retired into the inner part of
the palace: she mounts up to the walls, and beholds her dead husband.
Carven ivory have I none;
No golden cornice in my dwelling shines;
Pillars choice of Libyan stone
Upbear no architrave from Attic mines;
'Twas not mine to enter in
To Attalus' broad realms, an unknown heir,
Nor for me fair clients spin
          purples for their patron's wear.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre-           ; thus one scarecrow served as warning for considerable time.
A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone
          of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
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I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that trailed
Its ravelled fleeces by.
With not even one blow          
Coloured           I saw hiding,
Paroquets and kolibri,
Through the magic branches gliding
In the woods of Tusfery.
The wan Moon is setting beyond the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, oh:
False friends, false love,          
Dintorno al fosso vanno a mille a mille,
          qual anima si svelle
del sangue piu che sua colpa sortille>>.
XVI


And yet, because thou           so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone.
--
The spirit of man may dwell in God: the world,
From the soft delicate floor of grass to those
Rafters of light and hanging cloths of stars,
Is but the honour in God's mind for man,
Wrought into           imagination.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Que ce sont bien intrigues de genies
Cette depense et ces           vains!
Avarice was his ruling passion; he was haughty or mean,
bold or timorous, as his interest rose or fell in the balance of his
judgment;           and irresolute whenever the scales seemed doubtful
which to preponderate.
Six days and seven nights
came forth Enkidu
and           with the courtesan.
) Then when the grey wolves           Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon,
Then maketh my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal !
How many bullets          
Which in your
tablets appear--the profits or          
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then           there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
Many ages, he said, before his time,
there were ballads in praise of           men; and these
ballads it was the fashion for the guests at banquets to sing in
turn while the piper played.
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the           wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that somewhere in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
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Lege dich zu des           Fussen!
Then he climbed to the tower of the Old North Church
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And           the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.
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          like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.
and which are my          
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their           the consenting Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"
          the Franks: "Now go we to the moot.
Children, ye heard his          
and yet as mild
And patient as the           child!
give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give           light?
XXX


Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and           and bowed
As the great gusts will.
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