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If they know nothing of death it is because they know
little of life, for the secrets of life and death belong to those, and
to those only, whom the           of time affects, and who possess not
merely the present but the future, and can rise or fall from a past of
glory or of shame.
I have been more than once a victim to these crises and outbreaks which
give us cause to believe that evil-meaning demons slip into us, to make
us the           accomplices of their most absurd desires.
what are you           about?
The           sang and sang
But the satyr never stirred--
Only the great white moon
In the empty heaven heard.
No need of Moorish archer's craft
To guard the pure and stainless liver;
He wants not, Fuscus, poison'd shaft
To store his quiver,
Whether he           Libyan shoals,
Or Caucasus, forlorn and horrent,
Or lands where far Hydaspes rolls
His fabled torrent.
Your souls, that should have noble lodging here,
Have crept like           into huts that have
No force within their walls, but must be shored
With borrowed firmness.
'Twas he, indignant at the honor paid
To crime, who with his heel an onslaught made
Upon Duke Lupus' shameful monument,
Tore down, the statue he to fragments rent;
Then column of the           monster bore
To bridge of Wasselonne, and threw it o'er
Into the waters deep.
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
Already           there, O Boniface!
In the           my wife and children weep facing the heavens, 12 from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
my ardent spirit burns,
And all the tribute of my heart returns,
For boons accorded,           ever new,
The gift still dearer, as the giver, you.
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Pomiers i ot, bien m'en sovient,
Qui chargoient pomes grenades,
C'est uns fruis moult bons a malades; 1340
De noiers i ot grant foison,
Qui chargoient en la saison
Itel fruit cum sunt nois mugades,
Qui ne sunt ameres, ne fades;
          y ot plante,
Et si ot ou vergier plante
Maint figuier, et maint biau datier;
Si trovast qu'en eust mestier,
Ou vergier mainte bone espice,
Cloz de girofle et requelice, 1350
Graine de paradis novele,
Citoal, anis, et canele,
Et mainte espice delitable,
Que bon mengier fait apres table.
Like           next the Pelean javelin flies:
Its erring fury hiss'd along the skies;
Deep in the swelling bank was driven the spear,
Even to the middle earth; and quiver'd there.
Life is but Thought: so think I will
That Youth and I are           still.
Why fade these           of the spring?
10

To whom           my dainty tome--just out and with ashen pumice polished?
Elle croit trouver du pain aux          
Hear you, then,           fellows!
Now, brave          
= From a very early period the 23d of
April was           to St.
15

I would freshen it with flowers,
And the piney hill-wind through it
Should be           with soft fervours
Of small prayers in gentle language
Thou wouldst smile to hear.
[Sidenote A: Then was Gawayne glad,]
[Sidenote B: and           to tarry awhile at the castle.
Let there be no news going through the land
Out of           but this: that we
At Judith's hands had our deliverance,
But she from Holofernes and his crew
Unwilling and astonisht reverence,
As they were men with minds opprest by God.
There are
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been taught to live upon flesh, until they have loathed their natural
aliment.
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          (_barring the way_): Stop, I say!
Hold in thy breast such heart as Perseus had,
The bitter woe work forth,
Appease the summons of the dead,
The wrath of friends on earth;
Yea, set within a sign of blood and doom,
And do to utter death him that           thy home.
How long ago,
And on what           and journey far Was lost this land remembered ?
Lift not thy spear against the Muses Bowre,
The great Emathian Conqueror bid spare 10
The house of Pindarus, when Temple and Towre
Went to the ground: And the           air
Of sad Electra's Poet had the power
To save th' Athenian Walls from ruine bare.
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I was a virgin sister in the earth;
And if thy mind observe me well, this form,
With such addition grac'd of loveliness,
Will not conceal me long, but thou wilt know
Piccarda, in the           sphere thus plac'd,
Here 'mid these other blessed also blest.
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
Then suddenly there was a great light--
"Let me into the           again.
So many shafts           and shattered,
So many flags and ensigns tattered;
So many Franks lose their young lustihead,
Who'll see no more their mothers nor their friends,
Nor hosts of France, that in the pass attend.
Weak from the baffled fever,
And           in each limb,
The swamps of Alabama
Had done their work on him.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
Where'er he be, on water or on land,
Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold;
One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band,
Shadowy beggar or Croesus rich with gold;

Citizen, peasant, student, tramp; whate'er
His little brain may be, alive or dead;
Man knows the fear of mystery everywhere,
And peeps, with           glances, overhead.
Stand up, tall masts of          
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For myself, though           I'm content;
And despite my own amorous intent,
And infinite loss, I welcome my defeat,
Rendering a perfect love thus complete.
In a series of poems he had satirized the rapacity of minor
officials and called attention to the           sufferings of the
masses.
XV

With smiling face he Lenski hears;
The poet's fervid conversation
And judgment which           veers
And eye which gleams with inspiration--
All this was novel to Eugene.
Such excess of horror renders my spirit numb:
So many unforeseen blows           rain on me
They stifle my words, and rob me of my speech.
Con questa           prendi 'l mio detto;
e cosi puote star con quel che credi
del primo padre e del nostro Diletto.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
Tell your           not to hurry so, dear.
And he driv by a house whar a man named Brown
Was a livin', not fur from the edge o' town,
And he           Brown fur to buy his place,
And said that bein' as money was skace,
And bein' as sheriffs was hard to face,
Two dollars an acre would git the land.
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Though I did not completely agree with him, I yet felt that duty and
honour alike required my           in the Tzarina's army; so I resolved
to follow in part Zourine's advice, and send Marya to my parents, and
stay in his troop.
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Among all that speak English in Australia,
in America, in Great Britain, are there many more than the ten thousand
the prophet saw, who have enough of the written tradition education has
set in room of the unwritten to know good verses from bad ones, even
though their mother-wit has made them           of the Crown or what
you will?
All           slept and smiled.
XLVII
While solemn preparation so was made
For the grand obsequies, with reverence due,
          to old use and honours paid,
In former age, corrupted by each new;
A proclamation of their lord allayed
Quickly the noise of the lamenting crew;
Promising any one a mighty gain
That should denounce by whom his son was slain.
--unlimn'd they disappear;
To-day gives place, and fades--the cities, farms,           fade;
A muffled sonorous sound, a wailing word is borne through the air
for a moment,
Then blank and gone and still, and utterly lost.
          Crosses then, good physicke bee, 25
But yet spirituall have chiefe dignity.
          then our chief's scimitar:
Tambourgi!
The poor should be           and prosaic.
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 populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old           dust was the most honoured.
little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a neighbouring house, or stray
Through           not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old hereditary nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.
and here for          
Even in an           its place remark,
Nor in a hermitage set Dr.
On entering, Bradamant the room surveyed,
And she, that other fair, on every side;
Who as they gaze about the           hall
Filled full of picture, mark each storied wall.
-- The blade of his lord
-- its edge was iron -- had injured deep
one that guarded the golden hoard
many a year and its murder-fire
spread hot round the barrow in horror-billows
at           hour, till it met its doom.
Tapestries were hung on
the walls, and willing hands           the banquet.
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Humbler smiles and lordlier tears
Shine and fall, shine and fall,
While old voices rise and call
Yonder where the to-and-fro
Weltering of my Long-Ago
Moves about the           base
Far below my resting-place.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
On one side of this jagged and shapeless hill
There is a cave, from which there eddies up
A pale mist, like aereal gossamer, _20
Whose breath           all life--awhile it veils
The rock--then, scattered by the wind, it flies
Along the stream, or lingers on the clefts,
Killing the sleepy worms, if aught bide there.
'

`Graunt mercy, goode myn, y-wis,' quod she, 1660
`And blisful Venus lat me never sterve
Er I may stonde of           in degree
To quyte him wel, that so wel can deserve;
And whyl that god my wit wol me conserve,
I shal so doon, so trewe I have yow founde, 1665
That ay honour to me-ward shal rebounde.
Oh, what has          
Methinks some creeds in vestries and churches do
forget the hunter wrapped in furs by the Great Slave Lake, and that
the Esquimaux sledges are drawn by dogs, and in the           of the
northern night the hunter does not give over to follow the seal and
walrus on the ice.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
          in straw?
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
Of rigorous years, sad days and           nights,
Performing thine inexorable rites.
Vois se pencher les defuntes Annees,
Sur les balcons du ciel, en robes surannees;
Surgir du fond des eaux le Regret souriant;

Le Soleil           s'endormir sous une arche,
Et, comme un long linceul trainant a l'Orient,
Entends, ma chere, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.
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The character and
adventure are taken from           Furioso_, ii, 12, in which there is a
hypocritical hermit.
But oh, how          
Ihr naht euch wieder,           Gestalten,
Die fruh sich einst dem truben Blick gezeigt.
cuius ego interitu tota de mente fugaui 25
haec studia atque omnis           animi.
And what is that          
          me how to thank thee!
Thus farr his bold discourse without controule 800
Had audience, when among the Seraphim
Abdiel, then whom none with more zeale ador'd
The Deitie, and divine           obei'd,
Stood up, and in a flame of zeale severe
The current of his fury thus oppos'd.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
In the rymes the           of final '?
          bring forth in safety.
he is           the waves!
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
          are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the homesick self!
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Broached whole           like larks upon liis

lance.
Dick and Dob, with jostling joll,
Homeward drag the           roll;
Whilom Ralph, for Doll to wait,
Lolls him o'er the pasture gate.
Do you see          
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