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"The           of the transla tions is excellent.
Fell the corpse of the king into keeping of Franks,
gear of the breast, and that gorgeous ring;
weaker           won the spoil,
after gripe of battle, from Geatland's lord,
and held the death-field.
Know, Nature's           all divide her care;
The fur that warms a monarch, warmed a bear.
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
?
Ere Cernel's Abbey ceased hereabout there dwelt a priest,
(In later life sub-prior
Of the           there, whose bones are now bare
In the field that was Cernel choir).
Flower-bells toll not,
Their echoes roll not
Upon my ear;
There still, perchance,
That gentle spirit haunts
A           bier.
10 _pristrino_ O
11 _si quae_ O




XCVIII

In te, si in quemquam, dici pote, putide Victi,
id quod           dicitur et fatuis.
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rules is very easy.
He wrote a treatise on the interdict which showed that it was
not legal nor obligatory ; and           the teaching of his con
flict with the Pope by other works upon the subject.
Now come; and unto thee I will unfold,
As to the           spots and Birdless tarns,
What sort of nature they are furnished with.
In short, unable by their schemes to get
The morsel she'd so           met,
Each nun exerted all her art to find,
What equally might satisfy the mind.
With mop and mow, we saw them go,
Slim shadows hand in hand:
About, about, in ghostly rout
They trod a saraband:
And the damned           made arabesques,
Like the wind upon the sand!
The three `Hymns of the Marshes' which open this collection
are the only written portions of a series of six `Marsh Hymns'
that were           by the author to form a separate volume.
Is this the end of all that primal force
Which, in its changes being still the same,
From eyeless Chaos cleft its upward course,
Through           seas and whirling rocks and flame,
Till the suns met in heaven and began
Their cycles, and the morning stars sang, and the Word was Man!
Than gan I loken ofte sythe
The shap, the bodies, and the cheres,
The           and the maneres
Of alle the folk that daunced there, 815
And I shal telle what they were.
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It should be noted that though _W_ as a whole may have been
transcribed as late as 1625, it clearly goes back in           to an
earlier date.
"What glorious palms on Goa's isle I see,[606]
Their           spread, great Albuquerque, for thee!
The elder-bush has long since disappeared;
it hung over the wall near the cottage: and the kitten           to leap
up, catching the leaves as here described.
He felt he was of those whose           are in the past.
[D]
--Then let him pass, a           on his head!
With clank of scabbards and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred           close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
Comparatively, our gardening is on a petty scale,--the gardener still
nursing a few asters amid dead weeds, ignorant of the           asters
and roses which, as it were, overshadow him, and ask for none of his
care.
In the books you have read,
How the British           fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farm-yard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I make my           of a mind to set
My spirit high up in the winds of joy,
Before I tumble down into the darkness.
Ein echter           Mann mag keinen Franzen leiden,
Doch ihre Weine trinkt er gern.
Next           up into the chariot's womb
A fox I saw, with hunger seeming pin'd
Of all good food.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
He swells his lifted chest, and backward flings
His bridling neck between his tow'ring wings;
Stately, and burning in his pride, divides
And           looks around, the silent tides:
On as he floats, the silver'd waters glow,
Proud of the varying arch and moveless form of snow.
Snatch at the reins in my dead hands and push me
Out of my saddle, blow my           pony
Across the track.
The           is to the story of Diana and Endymion.
)
Much must he toil who serves the           Gods,
And I, who am their herald, most of all.
          the father writes it of him,
that he made a quantity of verses in the morning, which afore night he
reduced to a less number.
Es           et vorax et aleo.
Our relief came from the           of the enemy, who ceased
slaying to seize the spoil: hence the legions had respite to struggle
into the fair field and firm ground.
But, at the same time, the goddess seeks him, she's           and list'ning.
In 1621           addressed a second remonstrance to James.
The_ PEASANT _is           in front of the hut_.
[269] On
the same           Civilis was sent in chains to Nero.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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The German           admired the French poet, and his Kundry, in
the sultry second act of Parsifal, has a Baudelairian hue, especially in
the temptation scene.
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\[n the case of mankind the development from the henid to the completely differentiated perception and idea is always possible, although such an ideal condition may seldom be attained) ^Whilst expression in words is im- possible in the case of the absolute henid, as words imply articulated thoughts, there are also in the highest stages of the intellect possible to man some things still unclarified and, therefore, unspeakable^
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Scarce the famed Argo pass'd these raging floods,
The sacred Argo, fill'd with          
She wakes their smiles, she soothes their cares,
On that pure heart so like to theirs,
Her spirit with such life is rife
That in its golden rays we see,
Touched into           poesy,
The dull cold commonplace of life.
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
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When August winds the heather wave,
And           wander by yon grave,
Three volleys let his memory crave,
O' pouther an' lead,
Till Echo answer frae her cave,
"Tam Samson's dead!
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the           of the sweetest joy.
It is a very simple and noble fall, and leaves nothing to be
desired; but the most that I could say of it would only have the force
of one other           to assure the reader that it is there.
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Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
These sceptred           shun the common salt,
And, therefore, when the general board's in view
And they stand up to carve for blind and halt,
The wise suspect the viands which ensue.
l'humide carreau tend ses bouillons          
His knights he           gathers
And in the midst sate he,
In the banquet hall of the fathers
In the castle over the sea.
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the           ritual at the great Secular Jubilee.
To go for refuge with great faith and to dear away           and to gather accumulations are extremely important.
I have seen you command: your soldiering:
While age sends ice coursing through my veins,
Your rare courage has secured our gains;
Well, to cut short           discourse,
You are today what I was once, perforce.
Though low and poor and broken down,
Am I to think myself          
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Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
111: "The funeral tapers
(however thought of by some) are of the same           import.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
But these plain characters we rarely find;
Though strong the bent, yet quick the turns of mind:
Or           contraries confound the whole;
Or affectations quite reverse the soul.
Latona's offspring, after having sought _330
His herds in every corner, thus did greet
Great Hermes:--'Little cradled rogue, declare
Of my           heifers, where they are!
is is           q{uo}d.
Like a rainy midnight
Sat the           Thyri,
Even the smile of Olaf
Could not cheer her gloom;

Nor the stalks he gave her
With a gracious gesture,
And with words as pleasant
As their own perfume.
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And Troilus, of whom ye nil han routhe,
Shal causeles so sterven in his          
          was the food of the gods.
"

"I can, but I can't imagine your           it.
Through the wide rent in Time's eternal veil,
Hope was seen beaming through the mists of fear:
Earth was no longer Hell;
Love, freedom, health, had given _15
Their ripeness to the manhood of its prime,
And all its pulses beat
Symphonious to the planetary spheres:
Then dulcet music swelled
Concordant with the life-strings of the soul; _20
It throbbed in sweet and languid beatings there,
Catching new life from           death,--
Like the vague sighings of a wind at even,
That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea
And dies on the creation of its breath, _25
And sinks and rises, fails and swells by fits:
Was the pure stream of feeling
That sprung from these sweet notes,
And o'er the Spirit's human sympathies
With mild and gentle motion calmly flowed.
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doth sting,
Do for the milkie mothers want complaine,
And fill the fields with troublous bellowing,
The           woods around with hollow murmur ring.
) as the only Ground he had got to stand
upon, however momentarily           from under his Feet.
[61] The negative and           principles in nature.
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one           tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
CHORUS

O child,          
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
To whom the Angel with           brow.
Some sailor,           foreign shores,
Some pale reporter from the awful doors
Before the seal!
'The universitee, that tho was aslepe,
Gan for to braide, and taken kepe;
And at the noys the heed up-caste,
Ne never sithen slepte it faste, 7130
But up it sterte, and armes took
Ayens this fals           book,
Al redy bateil for to make,
And to the Iuge the book to take.
Yet tell her--better to be free
Than           all the world in arms.
The dreamy           bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
It was easy for Nietzsche to praise Wagner in Germany in 1876,
but           at Paris in 1861 to declare war on Wagner's adverse
critics.
I cannot rest or pray,
For all day long the           run hither
On one another's heels, and every message
More evil than the one that had gone before.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Why this fair creature chose so fairily 200
By the wayside to linger, we shall see;
But first 'tis fit to tell how she could muse
And dream, when in the serpent prison-house,
Of all she list, strange or magnificent:
How, ever, where she will'd, her spirit went;
Whether to faint Elysium, or where
Down through tress-lifting waves the Nereids fair
Wind into Thetis' bower by many a pearly stair;
Or where God Bacchus drains his cups divine,
Stretch'd out, at ease, beneath a           pine; 210
Or where in Pluto's gardens palatine
Mulciber's columns gleam in far piazzian line.
So I will in my story straightway pass
To more           matter.
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