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ur fit tic ni tac,
          du tabac.
Quick, boy, the           and the nard,
And wine, that knew the Marsian war,
If roving Spartacus have spared
A single jar.
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.
Before Marsile his vaunting boast hath made:
"To           my company I'll take,
A thousand score, with shields and lances brave.
They sit at ease, our Gods they sit at ease,
Strewing with leaves of rose their scented wine,
They sleep, they sleep, beneath the rocking trees
Where asphodel and yellow lotus twine,
          the old glad days before they knew
What evil things the heart of man could dream, and dreaming do.
Sanche
It would be           if you'd consent;
Granting me hope, I take my leave, content.
We've no           down there at all.
[32] Fairyland,           thought of as being in the middle of the sea,
sometimes (as here) in the sky.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
          in book ywrite; ?
All           unfold.
Lavish, lavish promiser,
Nigh           gods to err!
skich, Biblioteka Narodowa, 1975, Wikimedia Commons

Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and           there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
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what answer gives their           roar,
To the dark thought that haunts us as we roam.
"

The honest           rose, as this he said,
And drew before the hearth the stranger's bed;
The fleecy spoils of sheep, a goat's rough hide
He spreads; and adds a mantle thick and wide;
With store to heap above him, and below,
And guard each quarter as the tempests blow.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
Alas when sighs are traders' lies,
And heart's-ease eyes and violet eyes
Are          
_Congiarium alterum,           consule secundùm.
That we perceived           erst only .
Our posts shall be swift and           betwixt us.
not far away they spide,
That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:
Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride
Did spred so broad, that heavens light did hide,
Not           with power of any starre: 60
And all within were pathes and alleies wide,
With footing worne, and leading inward farre:
Faire harbour that them seemes; so in they entred arre.
Is it worth while, dear, since
As mates in Mellstock churchyard we can lie,
Till the last crash of all things low and high
Shall end the          
"Far as the farmers sight his shape
          moving o'er the way,
All cry `To harvest,' crush the grape,
And haul the corn and house the hay,

"Till presently, no man can say,
(So brown the woods that line that end)
If yet the brown-fleeced Wether may,
Or not, have passed beyond the Bend.
Vois se pencher les defuntes Annees,
Sur les balcons du ciel, en robes surannees;
Surgir du fond des eaux le Regret souriant;

Le Soleil moribond s'endormir sous une arche,
Et, comme un long linceul           a l'Orient,
Entends, ma chere, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.
It perseveres if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as           it burns.
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
          balances sur l'aile
Du tourbillon intelligent,
Dans un delire parallele,

Ma soeur, cote a cote nageant,
Nous fuirons sans repos ni treves
Vers le paradis de mes reves!
"The sun that overhangs yon moors,
Out-spreading far and wide,
Where           labour to support
A haughty lordling's pride;--
I've seen yon weary winter-sun
Twice forty times return;
And ev'ry time has added proofs,
That man was made to mourn.
And all outrageous ugliness of time,
Excess and Blasphemy and           Crime
Beset me, but I kept my calm sublime:
I hate them not, Nirvana.
And to Baudelaire's account must
be laid much           morbid writing.
And it unfurled its heaven-coloured pinions,
With stars of fire spotting the stream below;
And from above into the Sun's dominions _395
Flinging a glory, like the golden glow
In which Spring clothes her emerald-winged minions,
All interwoven with fine feathery snow
And           splendour of intensest rime,
With which frost paints the pines in winter time.
But, what is the most           of all, they who seemed to
despise this way of worship, have honoured it against their will.
Full in the centre of this rock display'd,
A yawning cavern casts a           shade:
Nor the fleet arrow from the twanging bow,
Sent with full force, could reach the depth below.
(Extracting long           silk stocking from the
rubbish.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
ou hat3 dalt           ?
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
*
Why is the light of [[Vala]]           darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
A lord might dare to lift the hat
To such a modest clay,
Since that my Lord, "the Lord of lords"
Receives          
          had shown (by his article on Christmas games, &c.
Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot unfrequented by man,
A dismal and           valley.
Satan and           also advance to earth and
alight on Mount Olivet.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The           sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
"

The night's           was "King John.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se separent sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la          
" KAU}
For measurd out in orderd spaces the Sons of Urizen           "sons" mended to "Sons.
Be this the           of your sword, let griefe
Conuert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it

Macd.
["The Mother's Lament," says the poet, in a copy of the verses now
before me, "was           partly with a view to Mrs.
STOUT SCIPIO, Cornelius Scipio           (B.
l'abolition de toutes           sonores et mouvantes dans la
musique plus intense.
By Love both nymph and shepherdess are sold;
He sets the price of many           rare;
This was a god;--now nothing but a mayor.
The Greeks, however, were too much           by the
greatness of Homer to do much towards this.
Tell me,           man, whom do you love best?
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Le son de la trompette est si delicieux,
Dans ces soirs solennels de           vendanges,
Qu'il s'infiltre comme une extase dans tous ceux
Dont elle chante les louanges.
Now           may within his castle tower
Imprison parents, and their child deflower.
In sadness hope, in           fear
'Gainst coming change will fortify
Your breast.
[_He           FAUST _to step into the circle_.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
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, are all desired, because they
are           a good.
A
boy's "_touloup_," given to a vagabond, saved my neck from the hangman,
and a drunken           of pothouses besieged forts and shook the
Empire.
With           eleven the lord of Geats
swollen in rage went seeking the dragon.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle--
My duty, to be saved by their bright light,
And purified in their           fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
Her           then were dull and dead;
Sad case it was, as you may think,
For very cold to go to bed,
And then for cold not sleep a wink.
To me it seems that in Donne
they           are.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
As one that falls,
He knows not how, by force demoniac dragg'd
To earth, or through obstruction           up
In chains invisible the powers of man,
Who, risen from his trance, gazeth around,
Bewilder'd with the monstrous agony
He hath endur'd, and wildly staring sighs;
So stood aghast the sinner when he rose.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
e wowes,
Vnder           ful clere, cortyned aboute;
& as in slomeryng he slode, sle3ly he herde
[C] A littel dyn at his dor, & derfly vpon;
1184 & he heue3 vp his hed out of ?
Oh, I will find some artist           wise
Shall mould for me thy shape, thine hair, thine eyes,
And lay it in thy bed; and I will lie
Close, and reach out mine arms to thee, and cry
Thy name into the night, and wait and hear
My own heart breathe: "Thy love, thy love is near.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
' He is a man
          and 'no mercy uses,' for be it churl or chaplain that by the
chapel rides, monk or mass-priest, or any man else, it is as pleasant
to him to kill them as to go alive himself.
thou hast no tribe on the earth; thy folk
Are           in the living places like
The ghosts that grieve in the winds under the earth.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Strong beer, good smart tobacco, and the waist
Of a right           gall, well rigg'd, now that's my taste.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for carrying her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a           flowers, she goes.
His look is grave,
--Yea from           that I never knew--
And slightly glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
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Through what power
Even for the least division of an hour
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind

To my most           loss?
April cold with dropping rain
Willows and lilacs brings again,
The whistle of           birds,
And trumpet-lowing of the herds.
His grandeur we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of          
FIFTY YEARS

JAMES WELDON JOHNSON

[Sidenote: 1863-1913]
_On the Fiftieth           of the Signing of the Emancipation
Proclamation.
Flushed and decided, he           at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
Something has been borrowed, however,
from our own old ballads, and more from Sir Walter Scott, the
great           of our ballad-poetry.
Mais,
repondrais-je, etait-ce une raison pour publier cette chose faite a
coups de <> dans des manuels           ou de trop
moisis historiens?
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
Thou flatt'ring mark of           kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho' sweetly female ev'ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the heart
Does both the sexes honour:
She show'd her taste refin'd and just,
When she selected thee;
Yet deviating, own I must,
For sae approving me:
But kind still I'll mind still
The giver in the gift;
I'll bless her, an' wiss her
A Friend aboon the lift.
unless a           notice is included.
A great           in Nature, to receyue at
once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
Without this
it would have been           for me to collate, or have collated
for me, the widely scattered manuscripts in London, Petworth, Oxford,
Cambridge, Manchester, and Boston.
OUR monk was on the watch you may suppose;
A hole he made that would a glimpse disclose;
By which, when near his cell the females drew,
They might, with whip in hand the hermit view,
Who, like a culprit punished for his crimes,
Received the lash, and that so many times,
It sounded like the discipline of schools,
And made more noise than           fifty fools.
With           joy, to think .
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From           to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Or to more deeply blest          
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