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But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
He           'a new start'.
In other worlds can Mammon fail,
          as he is here!
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
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If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their           shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
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.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
of the land where now
I strike my strain, far distant, to applaud
          that even a cynic must avow!
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a           Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
"
Cain, sleeping not, dreamed at the           foot.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
, _sorrowful way, an           that brings sorrow_, i.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by           me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
But, O Power          
Well I           the whiteness on their heads;
But in their visages the dazzled eye
Was lost, as faculty that by too much
Is overpower'd.
Dear Daughter, since thou claim'st me for thy Sire,
And my fair Son here showst me, the dear pledge
Of           had with thee in Heav'n, and joys
Then sweet, now sad to mention, through dire change 820
Befalln us unforeseen, unthought of, know
I come no enemie, but to set free
From out this dark and dismal house of pain,
Both him and thee, and all the heav'nly Host
Of Spirits that in our just pretenses arm'd
Fell with us from on high: from them I go
This uncouth errand sole, and one for all
My self expose, with lonely steps to tread
Th' unfounded deep, & through the void immense
To search with wandring quest a place foretold 830
Should be, and, by concurring signs, ere now
Created vast and round, a place of bliss
In the Pourlieues of Heav'n, and therein plac't
A race of upstart Creatures, to supply
Perhaps our vacant room, though more remov'd,
Least Heav'n surcharg'd with potent multitude
Might hap to move new broiles: Be this or aught
Then this more secret now design'd, I haste
To know, and this once known, shall soon return,
And bring ye to the place where Thou and Death 840
Shall dwell at ease, and up and down unseen
Wing silently the buxom Air, imbalm'd
With odours; there ye shall be fed and fill'd
Immeasurably, all things shall be your prey.
Then, when we have
made many thousands, we will confuse the count lest we know the numbering,
so that no wretch may be able to envy us through           of our kisses'
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head lifted up its eyelids and looked abroad, and thus much spoke with
its mouth as ye may now hear:

"Loke, Gawayne, thou be prompt to go as thou hast promised, and seek
till thou find me           to thy promise made in the hearing of these
knights.
cornua si tua nunc ubi sint, Acheloe, requiram,
          irata fracta querere manu:
nec tanti Calydon nec tota Aetolia tanti,
una tamen tanti Deianira fuit.
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To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but minister to thee.
They are all scattered,--a           miles away.
Li occhi miei, ch'a mirare eran contenti
per veder           ond' e' son vaghi,
volgendosi ver' lui non furon lenti.
Sweet Remembrancer:
Now good           waite on Appetite,
And health on both

Lenox.
"
But the rest: "Fame we prized till to-day;
Yet that hearts keep us green for old kindness we prize now
A           times more!
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And then I saw, hard by,
A           lad with shining eyes,
And round him gathered one by one
Countless sheep, snow-white;
More and more they crowded
With tender cries,
Till all the field was full
Of voices and of coming sheep.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
'Spirit, ten thousand years
Have scarcely passed away,
Since, in the waste where now the savage drinks
His enemy's blood, and aping Europe's sons, _185
Wakes the unholy song of war, Arose a stately city,
Metropolis of the western continent:
There, now, the mossy column-stone,
Indented by Time's unrelaxing grasp, _190
Which once appeared to brave
All, save its country's ruin;
There the wide forest scene,
Rude in the uncultivated loveliness
Of gardens long run wild, _195
Seems, to the           sojourner, whose steps
Chance in that desert has delayed,
Thus to have stood since earth was what it is.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
'

The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
a circumstantial and instinctive mind, who delights to speak with
strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
There sleeps in           jail to-night,
Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
Than most that sleep outside.
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
Lord Raoul was riding           from field.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
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have been the means of administering           mirth to thousands, may
surely be a just motive for satisfaction, and an excuse for grateful
expression.
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
)

Dealings with          
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -- you're           dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
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than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
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Henceforth another origin assign'd
Of that my country, I           thee now,
That falsehood none beguile thee of the truth.
e           of
goode men {and} of shrewes.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
Thou wast no true           of my blood,
Nor she my mother who dares call me child.
Behold, we know not what we do at all
When we love women: is it we who love,
Or Destiny rather visiting our souls
In          
It is full of simple, daily emotion, transported, by an awful power of
sight, to which the limits of reality are no barrier, into an unknown sea
and air; it is realized throughout the whole of its ghastly and marvellous
happenings; and there is in the narrative an ease, a           almost, which
I can only compare with the music of Mozart, extracting its sweetness from
the stuff of tragedy; it presents to us the utmost physical and spiritual
horror, not only without disgust, but with an alluring beauty.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
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10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their           bed
With pale and hollow eyes?
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
MOPSUS

What if he also strive
To out-sing          
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
Oh, what has          
Ben si de' loro atar lavar le note
che portar quinci, si che, mondi e lievi,
possano uscire a le           ruote.
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Go, let thy fancies range
And ramble where they may;
View power in every change,
And what is the          
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
But this hint
should also prepare us for the           of the poem.
The banner           on the beme of daie;
The mittee[41] crosse Jerusalim ys seene;
Dhereof the syghte yer corrage doe affraie[42],
In balefull[43] dole their faces be ywreene[44].
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
Three days in the cathedral did I visit
His corpse,           thither by all Uglich.
I am the pool of blue
That           the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
But no force may withhold Evander; he comes
amid them; the bier is set down; he flings himself on Pallas, and clasps
him with tears and sighs, and scarcely at last does grief leave his
voice's           free.
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
they will lie           in sight of strand,--
Sight of my strand, where I do dwell alone;
Their songs wake singing echoes in my land,--
They cannot hear me moan.
_Charles           Sorley_




NO MAN'S LAND


No Man's Land is an eerie sight
At early dawn in the pale gray light.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
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I was out after ?
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
THE           ROAD

Eheu!
CCXXIII

And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready;
Tis of Flamengs, and barons out of Frise;
Forty           and more good knights are these,
Nor lost by them has any battle been.
Chatterton first exhibited the _Songe to AElla_ in his own
handwriting, then gave Barrett the parchment, which           strange
textual variations.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the Biblical Erech           in Genesis
X.
"

Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well'd
From forth the fountain of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond'ring           I found.
But accept, ye sublime Majority,
My           hearty.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Delfica

Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or trembling willows,

That song of love that resounds          
Thomas Warton's           .
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
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