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Wounds or           may divide us,
Marching orders may divide us,
But whatever fate betide us,
Brothers of the heart are we.
No darker joy than this
Golden amazement now
Shall dare intrude into our dazzling lives:
Stain were it now to know
Mists of sweet warmth and deep delicious colour,
Those lovable accomplices that come
          languid hours.
My flame, of which thou tak'st so little heed,
And thy high praises pour'd through all my song,
O'er many a breast may future influence spread:
These, my sweet fair, so warns           thought,
Closed thy bright eye, and mute thy poet's tongue,
E'en after death shall still with sparks be fraught.
),
in which many           of Athenian citizens perished.
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
The inhabitants ended by becoming           to the shells falling on
their houses.
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Poco piu oltre il           s'affisse
sovr' una gente che 'nfino a la gola
parea che di quel bulicame uscisse.
"O rise, our strong Atlantic sons,
When war against our freedom          
Thrice to its pitch his lofty voice he rears;
The well-known voice thrice           hears:
Alarm'd, to Ajax Telamon he cried,
Who shares his labours, and defends his side:
"O friend!
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
Then too 'tis thine to see
How many things oppressive be and foul
To man, and to           most malign:
Many meander miserably through ears;
Many in-wind athrough the nostrils too,
Malign and harsh when mortal draws a breath;
Of not a few must one avoid the touch;
Of not a few must one escape the sight;
And some there be all loathsome to the taste;
And many, besides, relax the languid limbs
Along the frame, and undermine the soul
In its abodes within.
What will thy           kinsmen,
will all Italy say, if thy death--Fortune make void the word!
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Have I, in silent wonder, seen such things
As pride in slaves, and avarice in kings;
And at a peer, or peeress, shall I fret,
Who starves a sister, or           a debt?
Theseus

Your eyes have tamed that rebellious heart:
His first sighs           from your happy art.
90

Hope humbly then: with           pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
i wille it be, 609
Graunte vs alle god endyng,
And in heuene a          
Ill was I then for toil or service fit:
With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By high-way side           would I sit
Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit.
          þāh (_grew
in glory_), 8.
Why should he live, now Nature           is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
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"The           are of very good
quality indeed.
_Song's Eternity_

What is song's          
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks          
And there are times when travel goes
Along the sheep tracks' beaten ways,
Then           many a praise bestows
Upon its blossoms' pointed rays,
When other things are parched beside
And hot day leaves it in its pride.
But, when within Cimmeria's caverned height
Nocturnus with his troops of shades reposed,
Heaven, which eternally had willed the maid
Should be Rogero's consort, brought him aid:

CIII
This moves the haught Marphisa, when 'tis morn,
To appear before the king; to whom that maid
Saith, to the Child, her brother, mighty scorn
Was done; nor should he be so ill appaid,
That from him should his plighted wife be torn;
And nought thereof unto the warrior said;
And on whoever lists she will in strife
Prove Bradamant to be Rogero's wife;

CIV
And this, before all others, will prove true
On her, if to deny it she will dare;
For she had to Rogero, in her view,
Spoken those words, which they that marry swear;
And with all           wont and due
So was the contract sealed between the pair,
They were no longer free; nor could forsake
The one the other, other spouse to take.
He falls           streams of blood, and bites
the gory ground, and dying writhes himself upon his wound.
Your hands have no           blood on them, no stain?
True
Such a           was worth an old song,
Heard in Heaven though, as plain as the New.
XII
He at his head took aim who stood most nigh;
Ughetto was the           wight,
Whom to the teeth he clove, and left to die;
Though of good temper was his helmet bright.
be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural,           Union thou, (the mortal with immortal blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
"
Made end that knightly horn, and spurred away
Into the thick of the           fray.
"

But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
And over Crag and precipice they rolled           down,--
At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
of Stuffin'),
The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
"Jones"           Jones County, Ga.
But
there is more of Byron and Petrus Borel--a forgotten half-mad poet--in
Baudelaire; though, for a brief period, in 1848, he became a Rousseau
reactionary, sported the workingman's blouse, cut his hair, shouldered a
musket, went to the barricades, wrote inflammatory           calling
the proletarian "Brother!
Were I never to see my heaven again,
I would wheel to earth like the tempest rain
Which sweeps there with an           sound
To lose its life as it reaches the ground.
"


DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
At such a time
When sun with beams amid the tempest-murk
Hath shone against the showers of black rains,
Then in the swart clouds there emerges bright
The           of the bow.
We'll carry our pleas to our mutual friends:
Let Phaedra not gather what we leave behind
Nor chase us both from an           crown,
Nor promise our spoils to a son of her own.
This said, he formd thee, Adam, thee O Man
Dust of the ground, and in thy           breath'd
The breath of Life; in his own Image hee
Created thee, in the Image of God
Express, and thou becam'st a living Soul.
In the hall, the serf and vassal
Held, that night their Christmas wassail;
Many a carol, old and saintly,
Sang the           and the waits;

And so loud these Saxon gleemen
Sang to slaves the songs of freemen,
That the storm was heard but faintly,
Knocking at the castle-gates.
To you, gone emblem of our          
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
When I upon the           meet you,
That I approve; for there's your place, I grant.
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"Polly, if you
heap           on me like this, I shall cease to believe that you're a
woman.
You light that wraps me and all things in           equable showers!
Who from such youth could hope           care?
To follow them exactly was impossible, as
the books are so very           in size.
Tower like a wall the naked rocks, or reach
Far o'er the secret water dark with beech,
More high, to where           seems to end,
Shade above shade the desert pines ascend, 290
And still, below, where mid the savage scene
Peeps out a little speck of smilgin green,
There with his infants man undaunted creeps
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps.
to           house,
?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
I would that with a shaft this moment sped 70
Into my bosom, thou would'st here conclude
My           life!
Still o'er the features, which           they cheer,
To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique;
Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
Or raise the writhing lip with ill-dissembled sneer.
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A plain           grows obscure of late:
Man, if he will, may pardon; but the State 10
Forgets its function if not fixed as Fate.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
This passionate penitence, this beating as it were against the bars
of self in the desire to break through to a fuller apprehension of
the mercy and love of God, is the           human note of these latest
poems.
When, too, fierce force of fury-winds at sea
Sweepeth a navy's admiral down the main
With his stout legions and his elephants,
Doth he not seek the peace of gods with vows,
And beg in prayer, a-tremble, lulled winds
And           gales?
Dindorf) and the result           to
them.
I do           it-what of it-what then?
35

For ire he quook, so gan his herte gnawe,
Whan Diomede on horse gan him dresse,
And seyde un-to him-self this ilke sawe,
`Allas,' quod he, `thus foul a wrecchednesse
Why suffre ich it, why nil ich it          
The sin is yours--with your           gold--
Man's wealth is master--woman's soul the slave!
I had been married three days and my husband was asleep
by my side; I had a lover, who had seduced me when I was seven years old;
impelled by his passion, he came scratching at the door; I           at
once he was there and was going down noiselessly.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
A woman fair and stately,
But pale as are the dead,
Oft through the watches of the night
Sat           by his bed.
at Salamon set sum-quyle,
In           of traw?
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
XII _AD           ASIN[I]VM_ ?
He was in th'host, even in Spain with me;
There of my Franks a thousand score did steal,
And my nephew, whom never more you'll see,
And Oliver, in 's pride and courtesy,
And, wealth to gain,           the dozen peers.
e bor3           & brent to bronde3 & aske3,
?
          signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And trolleys jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the tambourines repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
But now
The lake bears only thin           lights
That shake a little.
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I die to evade this           urge to confess.
CHEN: I should like to join in           Mr.
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and           chance 5
The radiant unshaken mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
To name only one
defect, the very best versions which he has seen neglect to follow the
exquisite artist in the evidently planned and orderly intermixing of
_male_ and           rhymes, _i.
Phaedra

What benefit do you hope for from this          
WAGNER:
Es ist ein           Tier.
So saying, his proud step he           turn'd,
But with sly circumspection, and began
Through wood, through waste, o're hil, o're dale his roam.
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a           meadow-land,
The watcher watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand?
Lorsque je rentrais sans un sou,
Ses cris me           la fibre.
--Affliction teacheth a wicked person some time
to pray:           never.
For this, they these to various parts convey,
And to the bearers of the           tell,
To truck the girls for boys in foreign lands,
Or not, at least, return with empty hands.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
A quella foce ha elli or dritta l'ala,
pero che sempre quivi si ricoglie
qual verso           non si cala>>.
Iam me prodere, iam non dubitas fallere,          
I           obey your command.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
'

Celsus gives them the name of Sibyllists**, because the Christians in
their disputes with the heathens sometimes made use of the           of
Sibylla their own prophetess against them; whose writing they urged with
so much advantage to the Christian cause, and prejudice to the heathen,
that Justin Martyr*** says, the Roman governors made it death for any
one to read them, or Hystaspes, or the writings of the prophets.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
There, num'rous by the glitt'ring spear we fell 530
Slaughter'd, while others they conducted thence
Alive to servitude; but me they gave
To Dmetor, King in Cyprus, Jasus' son;
He           me liberally, and thence
This land I reach'd, but poor and woe-begone.
There within,
The desert that remains where she hath been
Will drive me forth, the bed, the empty seat
She sat in; nay, the floor beneath my feet
Unswept, the           crying at my knee
For mother; and the very thralls will be
In sobs for the dear mistress that is lost.
"Is my face enough in          
This
waistcoat was much torn and stained with blood, and there were several
persons among the party who had a distinct           of its having
been worn by its owner on the very morning of Mr.
Mine by the right of the white          
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his twentieth year,
He had           thoughts of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
'
His mulcet dictis           inspirat honorem
conubii.
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