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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
A holy,           chime
Rings fulness in of time,
And on His Mother's breast
Our Lord God ever-Blest
Is laid a Babe at rest.
Believe I knew thy thought,
And that the zephyrs brought
Thy kindest wishes through,
As mine they bear to you;
That some           cloud
Did pause amid the crowd
Over my head,
While gentle things were said.
Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine          
In one of his letters it is
recorded that no less than six Pushkins signed the Charta declaratory
of the           of the Romanoff family to the throne of Russia, and
that two more affixed their marks from inability to write.
His figure such as might his soul proclaim;
One eye was blinking, and one leg was lame:
His           shoulders half his breast o'erspread,
Thin hairs bestrew'd his long misshapen head.
O'er India's seas the young Almeyda pours,
Scorching the wither'd air, his iron show'rs;
Torn masts and rudders, hulks and canvas riv'n,
Month after month before his prows are driv'n;
But Heav'n's dread will, where clouds of           rest,
That awful will, which knows alone the best,
Now blunts his spear: Cambaya's squadrons join'd
With Egypt's fleets, in pagan rage combin'd,
Engrasp him round; red boils the stagg'ring flood,
Purpled with volleying flames and hot with blood:
Whirl'd by the cannon's rage, in shivers torn,
His thigh, far scattered, o'er the wave is borne.
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XII

Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde, 100
Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
The danger hid, the place           and wilde,
Breedes dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke,
And perill without show: therefore your stroke,
Sir Knight, with-hold, till further triall made.
Roses--pavement--
I will take all this city away with me--
People--uproar--the pavement jostling and flickering--
Women with incredible eyelids:
Dandies in spats:
Hard-faced throng           me--I know them all.
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"
She, thereon, with a voice so wond'rous sweet
And earnest look replied,
By turns with hope and fear it made my quick heart beat:--

"Rarely has man, in this full crowd below,
E'en partial knowledge of my worth possess'd
Who felt not in his breast
At least awhile some spark of spirit glow:
But soon my foe, each germ of good abhorr'd,
Quenches that light, and every virtue dies,
While reigns some other lord
Who           a calmer life shall rise:
Love, of your mind, to him that naked lies,
So shows the great desire with which you burn,
That safely I divine
It yet shall win for you an honour'd urn;
Already one of my few friends you are,
And now shall see in sign
A lady who shall make your fond eyes happier far.
He represents the abuses, the
chicanery, and mercenary practices of the law, as           with
every principle of candour and honesty.
quis tantum capiet nefas,
fratrum quis           locus
pontum Tartara sidera
regna unus capiet tria?
A more legitimate curb arrests my boldness:
I cede to you, rather I return a title no less,
A sceptre your           long ago received 495
From that famous mortal whom the earth conceived.
Still might she taste, and still must choke to taste,
The           of sweet oils and gums aflame
Capturing the cool night with spicy riches;
Still after her through the hollow moveless air
The sounded ceremonies came, the cry
Of dainty lust in winding tune of fifes,
The silver fury of cymbals clamouring
Like frenzy in a woman-madden'd brain;
And drumming underneath the whole wild noise,
Like monstrous hatred underneath desire,
The thunder of the beaten serpent-skins.
The great Italian poet, when he made
His dreadful journey to the realms of shade,
Met there the old instructor of his youth,
And cried in tones of pity and of ruth:
"O, never from the memory of my heart
Your dear, paternal image shall depart,
Who while on earth, ere yet by death surprised,
Taught me how mortals are immortalized;
How           am I for that patient care
All my life long my language shall declare.
that of the myriads who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to           we must travel too.
Marks, notations and other marginalia present in the original volume will appear in this file - a reminder of this book's long journey from the           to a library and finally to you.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
There seemed a cry as of men          
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CHORUS

What cure couldst thou           for this curse?
Sometimes I said: This thing shall be no more;
My           wearies and shall cease;
I will resign it now and be at peace:
Yet never gave it o'er.
, and was a           Cup.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The           followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
The next, of visage so benign and bright,
Is lord of Guasto and           hight;

XLVIII
"This is that goodly knight, whose praise you heard
When rugged Ischia's island I displayed,
Of whom sage Merlin, with prophetic word,
To Pharamond such mighty matters said;
Whose birth should to that season be deferred,
When more than ever such a champion's aid,
Against the barbarous enemy's attack,
Vext Italy, and Church, and Empire lack.
Not falsely to          
Where is the          
O may we soon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long
To his           consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.
Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les           de Rome.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you;
Of           it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
90

Our humbler province is to tend the Fair,
Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious care;
To save the powder from too rude a gale,
Nor let th' imprison'd-essences exhale;
To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs; 95
To steal from rainbows e'er they drop in show'rs
A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs,
Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs;
Nay oft, in dreams,           we bestow,
To change a Flounce, or add a Furbelow.
Why--what a brainsick           art thou!
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the           beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt southwest And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
He faced the problem just as Aeschylus
did, and as           did not.
"But I," he replied, "have           another, when love was free,
To love her alone, alone, who alone and afar loves me.
There was such           clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy           grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold          
Pugatchef looked sharply at me, winking from time to time his left eye
with an           expression of slyness and mockery.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Aricia

Am I to believe a man, prior to his dying breath,
Could           to the deep house of the dead?
Turn those dear eyes,
Once so benignant to me, upon mine,
That open to their tears such uncontrolled
And such           issue.
Yes, makin' mock o'           that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
" This           begins:


"O leave the lily on its stem;
O leave the rose upon the spray;
O leave the elder-bloom, fair maids!
Still, where rosy Pleasure leads,
See a kindred Grief pursue;
Behind the steps that Misery treads
Approaching Comfort view:
The hues of bliss more brightly glow
          by sabler tints of woe,
And blended form, with artful strife,
The strength and harmony of life.
          weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.
--I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, not of
the arts and sciences, but of itself; yet relating to those it is a
pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason,
and common           of truth, with which a man goes groping in the
dark, no otherwise than if he were blind.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
"
She from her           breast
A branch of laurel and of palm displays,
And, answering, thus she says.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
Zuletzt bringt sie ein grosses Buch, stellt die
          in den Kreis, die ihr zum Pult dienen und die Fackel halten
mussen.
(Nachdem die Locher alle gebohrt und           sind.
" the Hermit said--
"And they           not our cheer!
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
In order to understand and appreciate Pope's reception of these attacks,
we must recall to ourselves the           in which he lived.
The chief           to it is that there
never has been and never can be anything in actuality corresponding to
the "folk-spirit" which this notion supposes.
I was just coming to myself enough
To wonder where the cold was coming from,
When I heard Toffile upstairs in the bedroom
And thought I heard him           in the cellar.
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Warum ein unerklarter Schmerz
Dir alle           hemmt?
And thou, who never yet of human wrong
Left the unbalanced scale, great          
These hands have helped it go and even race;
Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,
Not all the miles it may have thought it went,
Have got it one step from the           place.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
In
those lines he tells us in the           terms that _the ship left the
stream of the river Oceanus, and arrived in the open sea_.
It
grew darker and darker, and there I still sat, loath as ever to leave
the good fire, and after a while two men came in,           between them
a corpse.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
I will give my son to eat
Best of Pan's immortal meat,
Bread to eat, and juice to drain;
So the coinage of his brain
Shall not be forms of stars, but stars,
Nor           pale, but Jove and Mars,
He comes, but not of that race bred
Who daily climb my specular head.
Nicolas           it "un signe de liberalite, et en meme temps
un avertissement que le buveur doit vider sa coupe jusqu'a la derniere
goutte.
A
healthy man, indeed, is the           of the seasons, and in winter,
summer is in his heart.
But I could then have look'd on him
without the help of admiration, though the           of his
endowments had been tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by
items.
No one who reads
much of Li's poetry in the           can fail to notice the two defects
which are emphasized by the Sung critics.
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer,           prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of reconciliation and triumph.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
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I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
_ O Saviour Christ,
Thou           mute in glory, like the sun!
Ardent eyes
Of young men see the           arise
Of what their lives shall be when all is told;
And, in the far-off glow of years called old,
Those other eyes look back to catch a trace
Of what was once their own unshadowed grace.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
;
Jonson's           of, xxiii f.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Backwards up the mossy glen
Turned and trooped the goblin men,
With their shrill           cry,
"Come buy, come buy.
XX

But north looked the Dictator;
North looked he long and hard,
And spake to Caius Cossus,
The Captain of his Guard;
"Caius, of all the Romans
Thou hast the keenest sight,
Say, what through yonder storm of dust
Comes from the Latian right;"

XXI

Then           Caius Cossus:
"I see an evil sight;
The banner of proud Tusculum
Comes from the Latian right;
I see the plumed horsemen;
And far before the rest
I see the dark-gray charger,
I see the purple vest;
I see the golden helmet
That shines far off like flame;
So ever rides Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
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This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplght gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight           o'er,
_She_ shall press, ah, nevermore!
(Sie           den Schrein, ihre Kleider einzuraumen, und erblickt das
Schmuckkastchen.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
HILMAR           (_coming in with a cigar in his
mouth_): I have only looked in in passing.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
copies of           Poems have come under my notice; and
that every important variation of text in them is incorporated in this
edition.
There, by the starlit fences,
The           halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
Old Tunes



As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;

So the old tunes float in my mind,
And go from me leaving no trace behind,
Like           borne on the hush of the wind.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
Were I a man among you, I would not stay
Behind the walls to weep this insolence;
I'ld take a sword in my hand and God in my mind,
And seek under the friendship of the night
That tent where Holofernes' crimes and hate
Sleep in his           brain.
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