No More Learning
Of           the King for news is fain,
And for tribute from the great land of Spain.
inges ne ben nat           by 5144
hire p{ro}pre nature.
465
But first thou must a season fast and pray,
Till from her bands the spright assoiled is,
And have her           recur'd from fraile infirmitis.
"

CCLXII

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
Of Yuan's appearance at this time we may guess           from a picture
which still survives in copy; it shows him, a youthful and elegant
figure, visiting his cousin Ts'ui Ying-ying, who was a lady-in-waiting
at Court.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
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Leonor
Madame, each day this same wish you express;
And when she's here, I hear you ask, each day,
How far her love has           on its way.
" In a later passage, we read how "by-and-by
the children came to a country where there were no houses, but only an
incredibly innumerable number of large bottles without corks, and of a
dazzling and sweetly           blue color.
About the entire
person there was no evidence of a shirt, but a white cravat, of filthy
appearance, was tied with extreme           around the throat and
the ends hanging down formally side by side gave (although I dare say
unintentionally) the idea of an ecclesiastic.
Me therein, an innocent man,
the           foe was fain to thrust
with many another.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
'

Then Rhoecus, with a flutter at the heart,
Yet by the           of such beauty bold,
Answered: 'What is there that can satisfy
The endless craving of the soul but love?
419), though the author
seems to have been           with the _Decameron_ also.
Observe the exquisite taste of Priam in occupying the mind of
Achilles, from the outset, with the image of his father; in
gradually introducing the           of his own situation; and,
lastly, mentioning Hector's name when he perceives that the hero is
softened, and then only in such a manner as to flatter the pride of
the conqueror.
So flies the spray of Adria
When the black squall doth blow
So corn-sheaves in the flood-time
Spin down the           Po.
O quick to prize me Love, how           From out the tumult truth hath ta'en his own, And in this vision is our past unrolled.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in           drawers,
Until their time befalls.
And then his style, in
its ardent and           simplicity, flexible to every bend of the spirit
which it clothes with flesh, helps him in the idiomatic translation of
dreams.
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52: 'The deuil, as he in
the fulness of his malice, first           these great ruffes,
so hath hee now found out also two great stayes to beare vp and
maintaine this his kingdome of great ruffes.
Ils sont blottis, pas un ne bouge,
Au souffle du           rouge,
Chaud comme un sein.
Then made           her meiny sound to arms,
And round herself arrayed her martial swarms.
What shall we do          
Mother hears it in the night
Halting           behind the barrier
Of door and headboard.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
Live, and          
The chiefs you seek on yonder shore lie slain;
Of all those heroes, two alone remain;
Deiphobus, and Helenus the seer,
Each now           by a hostile spear.
Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
er we           ?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
* * * * *

His presence was a peace to all,
He bade the           rejoice.
Several
plausible identifications, however, have been proposed, and these we
must           separately.
The charms of Empire           to stir him: 795
He could not conceal it: Athens attracts him:
His ships are already turned that way I find,
Their fluttering sails abandoned to the wind.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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But now to Pyle permit my destined way,
My loved associates chide my long delay:
In dear remembrance of your royal grace,
I take the present of the           vase;
The coursers, for the champaign sports retain;
That gift our barren rocks will render vain:
Horrid with cliffs, our meagre land allows
Thin herbage for the mountain goat to browse,
But neither mead nor plain supplies, to feed
The sprightly courser, or indulge his speed:
To sea-surrounded realms the gods assign
Small tract of fertile lawn, the least to mine.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
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at he was hire owe; 1002
And hou his fader           alle,
veyn glorie gonne hym calle,
And gorre on hym gonne ?
"

Immediately a party of Russian hussars           us with awful oaths.
wir           da hinein.
Even as Aegaeon, who, men say, had an hundred arms, an hundred
hands, fifty mouths and breasts ablaze with fire, and arrayed against
Jove's           as many clashing shields and drawn swords: so Aeneas,
when once his sword's point grew warm, rages victorious over all the
field.
Him, by due mail, the little Dream of June
Encountered growling, and at unawares
Stole in upon his poem-battered soul
So that he smiled, -- then shook his head upon 't
-- Then growled, then smiled again, till at the last,
As one that deadly sinned against his will,
He writ upon the margin of the Dream
A wondrous,           word that in a day
Did turn the fleeting song to very bread,
-- Whereat Dick Painter leapt, the poet wept,
And Mary slept with happy drops a-gleam
Upon long lashes of her serene eyes
From twentieth reading of her poet's news
Quick-sent, "O sweet my Sweet, to dream is power,
And I can dream thee bread and dream thee wine,
And I will dream thee robes and gems, dear Love,
To clothe thy holy loveliness withal,
And I will dream thee here to live by me,
Thee and my little man thou hold'st at breast,
-- Come, Name, come, Fame, and kiss my Sweetheart's feet!
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
I
Love's penalties are           and dread:
Of which I have endured the greater part,
And, to my cost, in these so well am read,
That I can speak of them as 'twere my art.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
Think of all that
is airy and fairy-like, and then of all that is hideous and unwieldy;
think of his huge bulk, the          
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Behold the          
Also the blossoms on           are wanting in shape and in color,

Although the fruit when it's ripe pleases both mankind and gods.
such meed befits
Him whose right hand hewed down the towers of Troy
With the great axe of Zeus who           wrong--
And smote the plain, smote down to nothingness
Each altar, every shrine; and far and wide
Dies from the whole land's face its offspring fair.
Ye are at peace in the           stream;
Ho!
I will make           amends to truth.
He saddened if my cheer was sad,
But gay he grew if I was gay;
We never           on a hair,
My yes his yes, my nay his nay.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
And           stars shall gem the noon of day,
Ere on so sweet a dawn shall rise that sun.
XLIX

After there came a pagan, Climorins,
Smiling and clear to           begins:
"Take now my helm, better is none than this;
But give us aid, on Rollant the marquis,
By what device we may dishonour bring.
Leaning on the           of his great-grandchildren, he walks in
front of the Inn;
With his left arm he leans on their shoulders; his right arm is
broken.
_("Sonnez,           de la pensee!
In the mean time,
pity, I beseech you, my weakness ; for there are
same tJangs which men ought not, others that they
cannot patie^itly suffer *^'\

Of his integrity even in little things — of his
desire to keep his           pure and his repu-
tation untarnished — we have some staking proofs.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
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quid inerti condita portu,
si ductoris eget, ratis efficit, omnia quamuis
          gerat teretique fluentia malo
possit ab excusso dimittere uela rudenti?
Beneath whose looks did my           soul _5
Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow?
]

Led by Wilhelm, as you tell,
God has done extremely well;
You with           nod
Show that you approve of God.
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De meme qu'autrefois nous           pour la Chine,
Les yeux fixes an large et les cheveux au vent,

Nous nous embarquerons sur la mer des Tenebres
Avec le coeur joyeux d'un jeune passager.
But he, thinking his craft had won the day,
himself flies off on the instant, and turning his rein, darts off in
flight,           his beast to speed with iron-armed heel.
Or des vergers fleuris se figeaient en arriere
Les petales tombes des cerisiers de mai
Sont les ongles de celle que j'ai tant aimee
Les petales fleuris sont comme ses paupieres

Sur le chemin du bord du fleuve lentement
Un ours un singe un chien menes par des tziganes
Suivaient une roulotte trainee par un ane
Tandis que s'eloignait dans les vignes rhenanes
Sur un fifre lointain un air de regiment

Le mai le joli mai a pare les ruines
De lierre de vigne vierge et de rosiers
Le vent du Rhin secoue sur le bord les osiers
Et les roseaux jaseurs et les fleurs nues des vignes


La synagogue

Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren
Coiffes de feutres verts le matin du sabbat
Vont a la synagogue en longeant le Rhin
Et les coteaux ou les vignes rougissent la-bas

Ils se disputent et crient des choses qu'on ose a peine traduire
Batard concu pendant les regles ou Que le diable entre dans ton
pere
Le vieux Rhin souleve sa face ruisselante et se detourne pour
sourire
Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren sont en colere

Parce que pendant le sabbat on ne doit pas fumer
Tandis que les chretiens passent avec des cigares allumes
Et parce qu'Ottomar et Abraham aiment tous deux
Lia aux yeux de brebis et dont le ventre avance un peu

Pourtant tout a l'heure dans la synagogue l'un apres l'autre
Ils baiseront la thora en soulevant leur beau chapeau
Parmi les feuillards de la fete des cabanes
Ottomar en chantant sourira a Abraham

Ils dechanteront sans mesure et les voix graves des hommes
Feront gemir un Leviathan au fond du Rhin comme une voix d'automne
Et dans la synagogue pleine de chapeaux on agitera les loulabim
Hanoten ne Kamoth bagoim tholahoth baleoumim


Les cloches

Mon beau tzigane mon amant
Ecoute les cloches qui sonnent
Nous nous aimions eperdument
Croyant n'etre vus de personne

Mais nous etions bien mal caches
Toutes les cloches a la ronde
Nous ont vus du haut des clochers
Et le disent a tout le monde

Demain Cyprien et Henri
Marie Ursule et Catherine
La           et son mari
Et puis Gertrude ma cousine

Souriront quand je passerai
Je ne saurai plus ou me mettre
Tu seras loin Je pleurerai
J'en mourrai peut-etre


La Loreley

A Jean Seve

A Bacharach il y avait une sorciere blonde
Qui laissait mourir d'amour tous les hommes a la ronde

Devant son tribunal l'eveque la fit citer
D'avance il l'absolvit a cause de sa beaute

O belle Loreley aux yeux pleins de pierreries
De quel magicien tiens-tu ta sorcellerie

Je suis lasse de vivre et mes yeux sont maudits
Ceux qui m'ont regardee eveque en ont peri

Mes yeux ce sont des flammes et non des pierreries
Jetez jetez aux flammes cette sorcellerie

Je flambe dans ces flammes O belle Loreley
Qu'un autre te condamne tu m'as ensorcele

Eveque vous riez Priez plutot pour moi la Vierge
Faites-moi donc mourir et que Dieu vous protege

Mon amant est parti pour un pays lointain
Faites-moi donc mourir puisque je n'aime rien

Mon coeur me fait si mal il faut bien que je meure
Si je me regardais il faudrait que j'en meure

Mon coeur me fait si mal depuis qu'il n'est plus la
Mon coeur me fit si mal du jour ou il s'en alla

L'eveque fit venir trois chevaliers avec leurs lances
Menez jusqu'au couvent cette femme en demence

Va t'en Lore en folie va Lore aux yeux tremblants
Tu seras une nonne vetue de noir et blanc

Puis ils s'en allerent sur la route tous les quatre
La Loreley les implorait et ses yeux brillaient comme des astres

Chevaliers laissez-moi monter sur ce rocher si haut
Pour voir une fois encore mon beau chateau

Pour me mirer une fois encore dans le fleuve
Puis j'irai au couvent des vierges et des veuves

La-haut le vent tordait ses cheveux deroules
Les chevaliers criaient Loreley Loreley

Tout la-bas sur le Rhin s'en vient une nacelle
Et mon amant s'y tient il m'a vue il m'appelle

Mon coeur devient si doux c'est mon amant qui vient
Elle se penche alors et tombe dans le Rhin

Pour avoir vu dans l'eau la belle Loreley
Ses yeux couleur du Rhin ses cheveux de soleil


Schinderhannes

Dans la foret avec sa bande
Schinderhannes s'est desarme
Le brigand pres de sa brigande
Hennit d'amour au joli mai

Benzel accroupi lit la Bible
Sans voir que son chapeau pointu
A plume d'aigle sert de cible
A Jacob Born le mal foutu

Juliette Blaesius qui rote
Fait semblant d'avoir le hoquet
Hannes pousse une fausse note
Quand Schulz vient portant un baquet

Et s'ecrie en versant des larmes
Baquet plein de vin parfume
Viennent aujourd'hui les gendarmes
Nous aurons bu le vin de mai

Allons Julia la mam'zelle
Bois avec nous ce clair bouillon
D'herbes et de vin de Moselle
Prosit Bandit en cotillon

Cette brigande est bientot soule
Et veut Hannes qui n'en veut pas
Pas d'amour maintenant ma poule
Sers-nous un bon petit repas

Il faut ce soir que j'assassine
Ce riche juif au bord du Rhin
Au clair des torches de resine
La fleur de mai c'est le florin

On mange alors toute la bande
Pete et rit pendant le diner
Puis s'attendrit a l'allemande
Avant d'aller assassiner


Rhenane d'automne

A Toussaint-Luca

Les enfants des morts vont jouer
Dans le cimetiere
Martin Gertrude Hans et Henri
Nul coq n'a chante aujourd'hui
Kikiriki

Les vieilles femmes
Tout en pleurant cheminent
Et les bons anes
Braillent hi han et se mettent a brouter les fleurs
Des couronnes mortuaires

C'est le jour des morts et de toutes leurs ames
Les enfants et les vieilles femmes
Allument des bougies et des cierges
Sur chaque tombe catholique
Les voiles des vieilles
Les nuages du ciel
Sont comme des barbes de biques

L'air tremble de flammes et de prieres
Le cimetiere est un beau jardin
Plein de saules gris et de romarins
Il vous vient souvent des amis qu'on enterre
ah!
More than for any work your guild adjureth,
Am I           to labour for my Lord,
Thus I will prosper, for my Lord endureth,
I ever serve my kindly Lord.
are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair           in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of darkness & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
Iacchus was an epithet of the god           (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the Eleusinian mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.
If so I must my destiny fulfil,
And Love to close these weeping eyes be doom'd
By Heaven's           will,
Oh!
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XLI

THEN           for him the folk of Geats
firm on the earth a funeral-pile,
and hung it with helmets and harness of war
and breastplates bright, as the boon he asked;
and they laid amid it the mighty chieftain,
heroes mourning their master dear.
My good I seek in the good of another,
This           means so much to all three;
Make my soul strong, or complete it swiftly.
Is all that           Valour acts in vain?
I ween well that ye are Sir Gawayne that all
the world worships, whose honour and           are so greatly praised.
And if thou canst that riddle read,
As read full well you may,
Then to the           shalt thou speed
As blithe as Queen of May.
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          the dance of praise they trod
In the Atreid brethren's hall.
Thus a guest with           will
To take a hand at whist oft come:
He takes his seat, concludes his game,
And straight returning whence he came,
Tranquilly goes to sleep at home,
And in the morning doth not know
Whither that evening he will go.
ei comen to-gidre {and} ben
          {and} clepid to-gidre in to o cours.
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His scorn returns--his hate revives;
He stoops the Ass's neck to seize
With malice--that again takes flight;
For in the pool a startling sight
Meets him, among the           trees.
that Sui emperor,           this, now fallen and rotting.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the           makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The debauchee of dews!
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who pour'd the           tide
That stream'd through Wallace's undaunted heart:
Who dar'd to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
Or nobly die, the second glorious part,
(The patriot's God, peculiarly Thou art,
His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!
And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high           to descry
The morn's approach, and greet her with his song,
As lightly from his grassy couch uprose
Our Saviour, and found all was but a dream;
Fasting he went to sleep and fasting waked.
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight           of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
And yet the fate of all           is such,
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