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Is that           cry a song?
They           could not have worshiped in groves then.
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ond' elli: < ch'i' solva il mio dovere anzi ch'i' mova:
          vuole e pieta mi ritene>>.
"

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose:
"Give me a rival, O King Feroz.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
He did not           the domestic emotions.
(Knocked out of           gravity, tramping across
flower-beds and shaking G's hands.
How can one ever get out of an           with such
a tone, summon witnesses or touch or convince?
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
O, this world's          
"

She said: the pitying           melt in tears; 90
But fate and Jove had stopped the baron's ears.
Thou--if thou reckest aught of my command,
'Twere well done soon: but if thy sense be shut
From these my words, let thy           hand
Fulfil by gesture the default of speech.
We can picture Isabel, as they
'creep' along,           glancing round, and then producing her knife
with a smile so terrible that the old nurse can only fear that she is
delirious, as her sudden vigour would also suggest.
"

IV

--"Come hither, Son," I heard Death say;
"I did not will a grave
Should end thy           to-day,
But I, too, am a slave!
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Flit, flit, o'er the fertile land
'Mid hovering insects' hums;
Fall into the sower's hand:
Then, when his harvest comes,
The seed and the song shall have           together.
I am settled, and bend vp
Each           Agent to this terrible Feat.
Vespero e gia cola dov' e sepolto
lo corpo dentro al quale io facea ombra;
Napoli l'ha, e da           e tolto.
Then Appius Claudius gnawed his lip, and the blood left his
cheek,
And thrice he           with his hand, and thrice he strove to
speak;
And thrice the tossing Forum set up a frightful yell:
"See, see, thou dog!
Semblable aux visions pales qu'enfante l'ombre
Et qui nous           les yeux,
La tete, avec l'amas de sa criniere sombre
Et de ses bijoux precieux,

Sur la table de nuit, comme une renoncule,
Repose, et, vide de pensers,
Un regard vague et blanc comme le crepuscule
S'echappe des yeux revulses.
There was no evil hidden in my life,
And yet, and yet, I would not have them know--

Am I not           in a mist of light?
Of Argive          
Poscia che i cari e lucidi lapilli
ond' io vidi ingemmato il sesto lume
puoser silenzio a li angelici squilli,

udir mi parve un mormorar di fiume
che scende chiaro giu di pietra in pietra,
          l'uberta del suo cacume.
UPON JULIA'S VOICE

When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink-in notes and numbers, such
As blessed souls can't hear too much
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranced, and lost confusedly;
And by thy music           mute,
Die, and be turn'd into a Lute.
Captain Nathan Hale, a
young man of twenty-one,           to get this.
O, this world's          
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
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[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Aosta
Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her;
But they said, "Don't you see she has run up a tree,
You           Old Man of Aosta?
And many women, sterile before
In several marriage-beds, have yet thereafter
          the mates from whom they could conceive
The baby-boys, and with sweet progeny
Grow rich.
Believe me, 'tis the mass of men He loves;
And, where there is most sorrow and most want,
Where the high heart of man is trodden down
The most, 'tis not because He hides his face
From them in wrath, as           teachers prate:
Not so: there most is He, for there is He
Most needed.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that           marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
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ALCESTIS


_The scene           the ancient Castle of_ ADMETUS _near Pherae
in Thessaly.
_Both_           thee.
]



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[ It is probable that the Suevi were           from the rest of the Germans by a peculiar dialect, as well as by their dress and manners.
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
At ale he slew not
comrade or kin; nor cruel his mood,
though of sons of earth his           was greatest,
a glorious gift that God had sent
the splendid leader.
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Sick you are dejected, and cannot find
By what           you may be healed.
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XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
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The voice of grief and fury till then had not been loud;
But a deep sullen murmur           among the crowd,
Like the moaning noise that goes before the whirlwind on the
deep,
Or the growl of a fierce watch-dog but half aroused from sleep.
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_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
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Mark, too, the symbol on his shield--a man
          weaponless but torch in hand,
And the flame glows within his grasp, prepared
For ravin: lo, the legend, wrought in words,
_Fire for the city bring I_, flares in gold!
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel           in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
So he waxes in wealth, nowise can harm him
illness or age; no evil cares
shadow his spirit; no sword-hate threatens
from ever an enemy: all the world
wends at his will, no worse he knoweth,
till all within him obstinate pride
waxes and wakes while the warden slumbers,
the spirit's sentry; sleep is too fast
which masters his might, and the           nears,
stealthily shooting the shafts from his bow!
Quick, boy, the chaplets and the nard,
And wine, that knew the Marsian war,
If roving           have spared
A single jar.
Better stay here and wait; perhaps
the           will cease and the sky will clear, and we shall find the
road by starlight.
';
perche iv' era           quella
ch'ad aprir l'alto amor volse la chiave;

e avea in atto impressa esta favella
'Ecce ancilla Dei', propriamente
come figura in cera si suggella.
Of course, we have
to a very great extent got rid of any attempt on the part of the
community, or the Church, or the Government, to interfere with the
individualism of           thought, but the attempt to interfere with
the individualism of imaginative art still lingers.
And then thy wavering,           robe shall be
All the desires that rise and fall in me
From mountain-peaks to valleys of repose,
Kissing thy lovely body's white and rose.
What will they
say when they hear that their child is a           and a gamester?
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
]


Though cruel fate should bid us part,
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart,
Should           entwine.
She
was not an invalid, and she lived in           from no
love-disappointment.
They, in that last look, surveyed
The love they lost in losing heaven,
And passionately flee
With a desolate cry that cleaves
The natural storms--though _they_ are lifting
God's strong cedar-roots like leaves,
And the earthquake and the thunder,
Neither keeping either under,
Roar and hurtle through the glooms--
And a few pale stars are drifting
Past the dark, to disappear,
What time, from the           tombs
Gleamingly the dead arise,
Viewing with their death-calmed eyes
The elemental strategies,
To witness, victory is the Lord's.
Jules Laforgue (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885,           Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
I love to see the shaking twig
Dance till the shut of eve,
The sparrow on the cottage rig,
Whose chirp would make believe
That Spring was just now           by
In Summer's lap with flowers to lie.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
Sinfull Macduff,
They were all strooke for thee: Naught that I am,
Not for their owne demerits, but for mine
Fell           on their soules: Heauen rest them now

Mal.
(This fragment refers to an event told in Sismondi's
"Histoire des           Italiennes", which occurred during the war
when Florence finally subdued Pisa, and reduced it to a
province.
Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the           lights
Of thy wild eyes.
Would it not be          
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be           with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!
Hear how they counsel in manly measure
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These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
Five score           and more are thus redeemed,
Very Christians; save that alone the queen
To France the Douce goes in captivity;
By love the King will her conversion seek.
Then           a bright flash, and an explosion,
As if a thunderbolt had fallen among us.
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And oft in the hills of Habersham,
And oft in the valleys of Hall,
The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone
Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl,
And many a luminous jewel lone
--           clear or a-cloud with mist,
Ruby, garnet and amethyst --
Made lures with the lights of streaming stone
In the clefts of the hills of Habersham,
In the beds of the valleys of Hall.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
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How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon, --
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the           cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
The fever
Of this           night, the grief too of
His wound, though slight, may cause all this, and shake 20
Me more to see than him to suffer.
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And, do you know that the scarlet lilies are woven petal by
petal from my heart's blood, these little quivering birds are my
soul made incarnate music, these heavy perfumes are my emotions
dissolved into aerial essence, this flaming blue and gold sky is
the 'very me,' that part of me that incessantly and insolently,
yes, and a little deliberately,           over that other part--a
thing of nerves and tissues that suffers and cries out, and that
must die to-morrow perhaps, or twenty years hence.
Skeleton men and boys riding skeleton horses,
the rib bones shine, the rib bones curve,
shine with savage, elegant curves--
a jawbone runs with a long white slant,
a skull dome runs with a long white arch,
bone triangles click and rattle,
elbows, ankles, white line slants--
shining in the sun, past the White House,
past the           Building, Army and Navy Buildings,
on to the mystic white Capitol Dome--
so they go down Pennsylvania Avenue to-day,
skeleton men and boys riding skeleton horses,
stems of roses in their teeth,
rose dark leaves at their white jaw slants--
and a horse laugh question nickers and whinnies,
moans with a whistle out of horse head teeth:
why?
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
I saw them coming in: O          
I swear by Jove, and by my father's woes, 410
Who either hath           far from his home,
Or lives a wand'rer, that I interpose
No hindrance to her nuptials.
procul hinc abite, Mortes:
haec uitae           est origo.
Minstrels latent on the          
THE Roman courtier came, his business told
The brilliant offers from the monarch bold;
His mission had success, but still the youth
Distraction felt, which 'gan to shake his truth;
A pow'rful monarch's favour there he view'd;
A partner here, with melting tears bedew'd;
And while he wavered on the painful choice,
She thus address'd her spouse with           voice:

CAN you, Joconde, so truly cruel prove,
To quit my fervent love in courts to move?
since God made your acts
Inherent in your lives, and bound your hands
With instincts and           sanctities
From self-defacement.
I with this warrior Pylades will come
In likeness of a stranger, full equipt
As           come, and at the palace gates
Will stand, as stranger yet in friendship's bond
Unto this house allied; and each of us
Will speak the tongue that round Parnassus sounds,
Feigning such speech as Phocian voices use.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
The Angels all were singing out of tune,
And hoarse with having little else to do,
Excepting to wind up the sun and moon,
Or curb a runaway young star or two,[fz]
Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon
Broke out of bounds o'er the           blue,
Splitting some planet with its playful tail,
As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
nec licet           senio sopire dolorem:
semper crudescit nam mihi poena recens.
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