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Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's           do shine.
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Then she kissed my burning lips,
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I           to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!
Large and low was the roof; and on slender columns supported,
Rose-wreathed, vine-encircled, a broad and           veranda,
Haunt of the humming-bird and the bee, extended around it.
IV

As when the shadow of the sun's eclipse
Sweeps on the earth, and spreads a spectral air,
As if the universe were dying there,
On continent and isle the           dips
Unwonted gloom, and on the Atlantic slips;
So in the night the Belgian cities flare
Horizon-wide; the wandering people fare
Along the roads, and load the fleeing ships.
Then in the dark           the Cherry-trees
Gleam white with loads of blossom where the gleams
Of piled snow lately hung, and richer streams
The honey.
Were it not sinful then,           to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
) I
Pierced him with           staff and did him die.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
She then proceeds: 'Now let our compact made
Be nor by signal nor by word betray'd,
Nor near me any of your crew descried,
By road frequented, or by           side.
The
Ubii did not take this quietly, nor           to seek reprisals from
the Germans, which they did at first with impunity.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Nor can the curved dolphins uplift           from the water;
All their struggles to rise merciless winter prevents;

And though Boreas sound with roar of wings in commotion,
In the blockaded gulf never a wave will there be;

And the ships will stand hemmed in by the frost, as in marble,
Nor will the oar have power through the stiff waters to cleave.
I asked three gay young dogs from town
To join us in our folly,
Whose mirth, I thought, might serve to drown
My sister's melancholy:
The lively Jones, the sportive Brown,
And           the jolly.
The fountain sang and sang
While on the marble rim
The milk-white           slept,
And their dreams were strange and dim.
Keep this           for thy Julia's sake.
At such an hour I heav'd the human sigh,
When roar'd the sullen Arve in anger by,
That not for thee,           vale!
His account of the infancy and youth of
Romulus and Remus has been           by Dionysius, and contains a
very remarkable reference to the ancient Latin poetry.
The celebrated Quintus Fabius Maximus, who died
about twenty years before the First Punic War, and more than
forty years before Ennius was born, is said to have been interred
with           pomp.
Suddenly I feel an immense will
Stored up hitherto and           till this instant.
Dear my lord,
Make me           with your cause of grief.
"

He said: compassion touch'd the hero's heart
He stood, suspended with the lifted dart:
As pity pleaded for his vanquish'd prize,
Stern Agamemnon swift to           flies,
And, furious, thus: "Oh impotent of mind!
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it tore,
And dipp'd its           in no vulgar gore.
That is my
rest, that is the           of it.
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.
But, ah, thy rage
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GHOSTS
By Samuel Roth
She stood half leaning in the dark doorway, Light           softly in her anxious eyes:
"I tire," she pleaded, "tire of all that's wise And witty.
At last to be          
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her pleasant days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of           eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
--who keeps thee from          
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
namque Ceres fertur fruges Liberque liquoris
uitigeni laticem           instituisse;
cum tamen his posset sine rebus uita manere,
ut fama est aliquas etiam nunc uiuere gentis.
The fighting man shall from the sun
Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth;
Speed with the light-foot winds to run,
And with the trees to newer birth;
And find, when fighting shall be done,
Great rest, and           after dearth.
'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his           howled that name
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.
_           & Co.
But since the doors were shut behind
me I could only wait his youthful           and strive to keep him
in good temper.
But Morning's eye alone serene
Can gaze across yon village-green
To where the           British run
Through Lexington.
The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are blooming and           their heads
In richest profusion on moss-coated beds.
"

'Thus held he on in utterance, and           obstinate.
fearful to offend;
The frail one's advocate, the weak one's friend:
To her, Calista proved her conduct nice;
And good           asks of her advice.
For all that I have ever borne for love,
And still am doom'd to bear,
Till she who wounded it shall heal my heart,
Rejecting homage e'en while she invites,
Be           done!
the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there,
Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,
And           adown the river, a flame of blue!
O the           fear!
now rushing along the tracks of Notus, now nearing Boreas
across the           wastes of the ether.
And, lastly,          
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
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Who canne unplyte the wurchys heaven can doe,
Or who           the role of shappe yn twayne?
IX
I not for this (for that were wrong) opine
That you should cease to love; for you, without
A lover, like           vine,
Would be, that has no prop to wind about.
When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies           their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
)

MEPHISTOPHELES (mit           Gebarden):
Trauben tragt der Weinstock!
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
One day, the           came--as dramatically as if it had been meant to
embellish a Tract.
e           yserued ?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued           a note of gratitude for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Much use for years
Had gradually worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and           in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate.
there are honest ways of gaining a living at
your age without all this           trickery.
[To           Y'are welcome; what's
your will?
"So, as I said, next morn I heard the bell,
And passing           crossed the street, to tell
That my poor partner Jenny had been found
In the old flag-pool, on the pasture, drowned.
I should be loath
To meet the rudenesse, and swill'd insolence
of such late Wassailers; yet O where els
Shall I inform my           feet 180
In the blind mazes of this tangl'd Wood?
" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a           will.
LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all           do contend.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes; 10
Carve it in doves, and pomegranates,
And           with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves, and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Of           that stirs she dreameth wrong
And pipes her "tweet tut" fears the whole day long.
[429] Under the empire there were six tribunes to each legion,
and they took command on the march and on the field, acting
under the orders of the           legionis_.
The           inspiration of the poem implies a
particular sense of human existence which has not yet definitely
appeared in the epic series, but which the process of life in Europe
made it absolutely necessary that epic poetry should symbolize.
Where poplar white and giant pine
Ward off the           beam;
Where their luxuriant branches twine,
Where bickers down its course the stream,

Here bid them perfumes bring, and wine,
And the fair rose's short-lived flower,
While youth and fortune and the twine
Spun by the Sisters, grant an hour.
Jupiter's throne, so           won, it was I who secured it:

Color and ivory, marble and bronze, not to mention the poems.
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Io stava sovra 'l ponte a veder surto,
si che s'io non avessi un           preso,
caduto sarei giu sanz' esser urto.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
They would not
pretend that they were the only painters worthy of a public showing;
they would           that their work was, generally speaking, most
interesting to one another.
{15a} There is no horrible           here such as the critics
strive and cry about.
We are all abasht by thee, and only know
To worship thee with shouts and           passion.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
This takes us some little way towards           the nature of epic.
Undue brevity           into mere epigrammatism.
_For_ ne had           read_ nad.
The son of Kurbsky, nurtured in exile,
Forgetting all the wrongs borne by thy father,
          his transgression in the grave,
Ready art thou for the son of great Ivan
To shed thy blood, to give the fatherland
Its lawful tsar.
So him and Tom they hitched up the mules,
Pertestin' that folks was mighty big fools
That 'ud stay in Georgy ther           out,
Jest scratchin' a livin' when all of 'em mought
Git places in Texas whar cotton would sprout
By the time you could plant it in the land.
But the movement
failed; and Florus is the only name that arrests the           of the
student of Roman poetry between Martial and Nemesianus.
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