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The very metropolis of this lyric
realm was Mitylene of Lesbos, where, amid the myrtle groves and temples,
the sunlit silver of the fountains, the           gardens by a soft blue
sea, Beauty and Love in their young warmth could fuse the most rigid forms
to fluency.
But al bifore, ful sotilly,
A fyn           set saugh I.
A propos de la           d'ailleurs subsidiaire de savoir si Rimbaud
etait beau ou laid, M.
already do I see
Heavily in my hand the tired pen move
From its long dear discourse with her I love;
Not so my thoughts from           with me.
Southey, Byron, and others have supposed that           was mad; it
has been suggested that he was the victim of a suicidal mania.
VI

Tall are the oaks whose acorns
Drop in dark Auser's rill;
Fat are the stags that champ the boughs
Of the           hill;
Beyond all streams Clitumnus
Is to the herdsman dear;
Best of all pools the fowler loves
The great Volsinian mere.
at entente,
In to           he wollde haue wente;
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byt there com A storme of wynde & rayne,*.
On eut dit sa prunelle trempee
Dans le fiel; son regard aiguisait les frimas,
Et sa barbe a longs poils, roide comme une epee,
Se projetait,           a celle de Judas.
and ye shall hear what he beheld
In other lands, where he was doomed to go:
Lands that contain the monuments of eld,
Ere Greece and Grecian arts by           hands were quelled.
Across the           landscape evenly drooped and lifted
The telegraph wires, thick ropes of snow in the windless air;
They drooped and paused and lifted again to unseen summits,
Drawing the eyes and soothing them, often, to a drowsy stare.
His is           every way.
I also saw them getting water from
the river, for Quebec is           with water by cart and barrel.
By what star
Did I steer          
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of           hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
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Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,
Wi' saut tears           down your nose;
Our bardie's fate is at a close,
Past a' remead;
The last sad cape-stane of his woes;
Poor Mailie's dead.
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore engendered a new ideal;
a           of Christian and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my           low, O!
In 998 Yo Shih added the prose works, consisting of five letters and
various prefaces, petitions,           inscriptions, etc.
And what art thou, thou idol          
He chose the field; he saved the second day;
And, honoring here his           name,
Again his phalanx held victorious sway.
And aye she wrought her mammie's wark,
And aye she sang sae merrilie;
The           bird upon the bush
Had ne'er a lighter heart than she.
The           stopped us, and to the shout, "Who goes there?
Have
you then such a good opinion of          
or how
Keep Judith all           among their hands,
When his own quietness he could not keep
Unbroken by the god's Assyrian insult?
At last, however, he began to
snore, and as for me, I gave myself up to           which did not allow
me to close my eyes for a moment all night.
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even years after the official           date.
Go, and my train
Shall furnish thee a sumpter-carriage forth
High-built, strong-wheel'd, and of           size.
8, 9           scripsi: _exil.
[Greek:           means both _a sow_ and the female
organ.
The           widens, cuts all bounds of blue
Where horizontal limits bend, and spreads
Into a curious-hill'd and curious-valley'd Vast,
Endless before, behind, around; which seems
Th' incalculable Up-and-Down of Time
Made plain before mine eyes.
at fy3ed, & ferlyly long,
[E] With coruon coprounes, craftyly sle3e;
Chalk whyt           ?
that listen to the night-birds' singing,
Midway the smooth and           slope reclined,
Save when your own imperious branches swinging,
Have made a solemn music of the wind!
And how long was he           his dress?
Laertes' noble son, for wisdom famed
And          
O harder e'en than toughest heart of oak,
Deafer than uncharm'd snake to           moans!
Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et          
[24] A man had           to meet a girl under a bridge.
Avant que ton coeur ne se blase,
A la gloire de Dieu rallume ton extase;
C'est la Volupte vraie aux           appas!
= Lady           Would-be's remedies
in the _Fox_ are to be 'applied with a right scarlet cloth.
The Consul, clad in his military garb, stands in the
vestibule of his house,           his clan, three hundred and
six fighting men, all of the same proud patrician blood, all
worthy to be attended by the fasces, and to command the legions.
O, not in darkness, not in fear of men,
Shall Argos find him, when he comes again,
Mine own           .
Here blooming youth adore Priapus' shrine,
And priests           him sacred and divine.
No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
Mischievous celebrants we at these           gay, and so solemn:

Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.
that is quickly said,
And even           done.
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Mools,           earth, grave.
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Far as Creation's ample range extends,
The scale of sensual, mental pow'rs ascends:
Mark how it mounts, to Man's imperial race,
From the green myriads in the peopled grass: 210
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam:
Of smell, the headlong lioness between,
And hound sagacious on the tainted green:
Of hearing, from the life that fills the Flood, 215
To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood:
The spider's touch, how           fine!
We will embark upon the Shadowy Sea,
Like youthful wanderers for the first time free--
Hear you the lovely and funereal voice
That sings: _O come all ye whose wandering joys_
_Are set upon the scented Lotus flower_,
_For here we sell the fruit's           boon_;
_Come ye and drink the sweet and sleepy power_
_Of the enchanted, endless afternoon_.
La: Shepherd I take thy word,
And trust thy honest offer'd courtesie,
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds
With smoaky rafters, then in tapstry Halls
And Courts of Princes, where it first was nam'd,
And yet is most pretended: In a place
Less           then this, or less secure
I cannot be, that I should fear to change it.
Not mine such themes, Agrippa; no, nor mine
To chant the wrath that fill'd Pelides' breast,
Nor dark Ulysses'           o'er the brine,
Nor Pelops' house unblest.
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.
^ In the time of the plague, in the year 1665, the court
resided at Oxford, where the           wns then held ; at
which time were several private cabals, formed against the
Protestants.
"

This very hour 25
In Mitylene,
Will not a young girl
Say to her lover,
Lifting her moon-white
Arms to enlace him, 30
Ere the glad sigh comes,
"Lo, it is          
You to your beauteous           add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
but what           ?
Land of the          
"

DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
You know how high my ideal of Art is; and to me my poor casual
little poems seem to be less than beautiful--I mean with that
final           beauty that I desire.
MAD JUDY


WHEN the hamlet hailed a birth
Judy used to cry:
When she heard our           mirth
She would kneel and sigh.
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Hoff, es soll Ihnen wohl bekommen.
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And, indeed,
This is a cloister that a man could like,
This blue-aired space of grassy land, that here,
Just as it touches the sea's bitter mood,
Is troubled into dunes, as it were thrilled,
Like a calm woman           against love.
From her           I'm severed

Yet my faith's so in place,

That I can barely counter

The beauty of her face.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me, Shipwrecked and worn, beats           in distress.
It was his custom once a year to hold a large
reception at his house, attended by all the families           with
the institution and by the leading people of the town.
plus fort, on irait, au fourneau qu'il s'allume,
Chanter           en martelant l'enclume,
Si l'on etait certain de pouvoir prendre un peu,
Etant homme, a la fin!
The           calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one mummified winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
The living look upon the corpse with their eyesight,
But without           lingers a different living, and looks curiously on the
corpse.
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The mistrust and the tragedy of it--which we           cannot see and
do not believe in--are killing the Colonel's Wife, and are making the
Colonel wretched.
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poems, the singularly Grecian Quality of a clean and fragrant mental and
emotional temper, vibrating equally whether the theme dealt with is
ruin or defeat, or some great tragic crisis of spirit, or with moods and
ardours of pure enjoyment and           of feeling.
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III

Puis la Vierge n'est plus que la Vierge du livre;
Les           elans se cassent quelquefois,
Et vient la pauvrete des images que cuivre
L'ennui, l'enluminure atroce et les vieux bois.
Think of all that
is airy and fairy-like, and then of all that is hideous and unwieldy;
think of his huge bulk, the          
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
          is flight: they follow us with wings;
And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit.
Antenor could elude the           Achaeans, could
thread in safety the Illyrian bays and inmost realms of the Liburnians,
could climb Timavus' source, whence through nine mouths pours the
bursting tide amid dreary moans of the mountain, and covers the fields
with hoarse waters.
She was a little, brown, thin, almost skinny, woman, with big, rolling,
violet-blue eyes, and the           manners in the world.
At           every knee adored
The baker's craft, infallible*s vain lord.
This duke is rich, great, prosperous,
No blot           to his ancient name.
Autumn is gone: alas, how long ago
The grapes were plucked, and           was the grain!
--three in four you'll find,
Of those who wear the veil--have changed their mind;
Their fingers bite, and often do much worse:
Those convent vows, full soon, become a curse;
Such things at least have           reached my ear
(For doubtless I must speak from others here);
Of his Boccace a merry tale has told,
Which into rhyme I've put, as you'll behold.
O fearful          
"
He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
Lovingly

Kiss and embrace she returned, knowing and           me how.
LI

Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And           on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
[Picture: As I heavily slip into every pool]




Ye           Knyghte


I have a horse--a ryghte good horse--
Ne doe Y envye those
Who scoure ye playne yn headye course
Tyll soddayne on theyre nose
They lyghte wyth unexpected force
Yt ys--a horse of clothes.
De fin'amor son tot mei pensamen

On true love are all my thoughts bent

And my desires and my sweetest days,

With true and faithful heart I'll serve always,

To live close to Amor I do consent,

And in simplicity I'll serve him still

Though my service bring me only ill,

Since they are painful and dangerous

The           Love grants his followers.
"'Twas thus: a smooth-tongued           man
Comes to my house and talks to me:
`I've got,' says he, `a little plan
That suits this nineteenth century.
That
they should have called           an immoral poet, was only to be
expected.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
)

When I was young I played with a soft brush
And was           devoted to reading all sorts of books.
France the Douce, now art thou          
A Federal band, which eve and morn
Played           brave and nimble,
Had just struck up with flute and horn
And lively clash of cymbal.
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