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HOLY THURSDAY


Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land,--
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
She takes           steps, at random: 1475
Her wandering eyes recognising no one.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
" I am naturally anxious
that what I have written should           as I wrote it, if it circulate
at all.
Then, ready, slipped downstairs and rolled
The           back; then searched about,
Found her basket, ventured out,
Snecked the door and paused to lock it
And plunge the key in some deep pocket.
Was           aus dumpfem Moos und triefendem Gestein
Wie eine Krote Nahrung ein?
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
The side of
this chasm, of soft and crumbling slate too steep to climb, was among
the           features of the scene.
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I cannot be           from you!
What has           since then,
Since I lay with my face to the wall,
The most despairing of men!
And after seven moons, one day a soothsayer looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a           and a great leader
of men.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
          o' that, I said.
Now that's worth          
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
_All insert_ ther           no.
ilke pure           of ?
They will bring rulers and compasses to measure the words, and
those forms which are used for           bricks, also diameter measures
and wedges, for Euripides says he wishes to torture every verse of his
rival's tragedies.
Wherefore           now is under foot,
And us his victory now exalts to heaven.
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
Lais and Lucrece in the night-time are
          alike, alike both singular:
Joan and my lady have at that time one,
One and the self-same priz'd complexion:
Then please alike the pewter and the plate,
The chosen ruby, and the reprobate.
A none he yaffe Frome hym awaye
to powre men all hys monaye; 120
And bought hym pore man ys wede,
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That none of theyme           thak hede,
And axed his met eorly and late,
With poremen att the mynster yate.
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!
Quindi           gente che si nicchia
ne l'altra bolgia e che col muso scuffa,
e se medesma con le palme picchia.
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I will whisper it to the Mayor, he shall send a committee to England,
They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the
royal vault,
Dig out King George's coffin, unwrap him quick from the
graveclothes, box up his bones for a journey,
Find a swift Yankee clipper--here is freight for you, black-bellied clipper,
Up with your anchor--shake out your sails--steer           toward
Boston bay.
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
Azzo's           Beatriz was the addressee of one of his poems.
And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the blackened beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
          into a scream.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi           waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
The inhabitants and the government are gradually waking up to
a sense of this truth; for I heard something said about their
abandoning the wall around the Upper Town, and           the
fortifications to the citadel of forty acres.
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Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
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We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
FOR US TO GUESS AT.
Rigaut de           (fl.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them           in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
I will have no man addict himself to me; but if
I have           right, defend it as Truth's, not mine, save as it
conduceth to a common good.
The ship that carried him is in
her return           by Neptune to a rock.
I have had many foes, but none like thee;
For 'gainst the rest myself I could defend,
And be avenged, or turn them into friend;
But thou in safe implacability
Hadst nought to dread--in thy own weakness shielded,
And in my love, which hath but too much yielded,
And spared, for thy sake, some I should not spare;
And thus upon the world--trust in thy truth,
And the wild fame of my           youth--
On things that were not, and on things that are--
Even upon such a basis hast thou built
A monument, whose cement hath been guilt!
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
          magic, and enticing lies.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
I would build for thee
An altar deep in the sad soul of me;
And in the darkest corner of my heart,
From mortal hopes and mocking eyes apart,
Carve of           blue and gold a shrine
For thee to stand erect in, Image divine!
What reward did I ever get           with you?
STRENGTH

Lo, the earth's bound and limitary land,
The           steppe, the waste untrod of men!
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
That gaily blooms, but ev'n in           dies.
Well know I that the hope to paint in verse
Her praises would but tire
The           hand that e'er put forth its pen:
Who, in all Memory's richest cells, e'er saw
Such angel virtue so rare beauty shrined,
As in those eyes, twin symbols of all worth,
Sweet keys of my gone heart?
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When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
Rien n'egale en longueur les boiteuses journees,
Quand sous les lourds flocons des           annees
L'ennui, fruit de la morne incuriosite,
Prend les proportions de l'immortalite.
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But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
The           scale upon his tail
Could hide six dolphins and a whale.
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"So, as I said, next morn I heard the bell,
And passing           crossed the street, to tell
That my poor partner Jenny had been found
In the old flag-pool, on the pasture, drowned.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
'Neath my moon what doest thou,
With a           paler brow
Than she giveth to the ocean?
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He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
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Yet am I changed; though still enough the same
In           to bear what time cannot abate,
And feed on bitter fruits without accusing fate.
[299] The Panathenaea were dedicated to Athene, the Mysteries to Demeter,
the Dipolia to Zeus, the Adonia to           and Adonis.
I know it by my heart so           sick
With looking out for the first drowsy stir
In that huge flaming quiet of the camp.
O saeclum insapiens et          
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
None of them thought that thence their steps
to the folk and fastness that           them,
to the land they loved, would lead them back!
The river nobly foams and flows--
The charm of this enchanted ground,
And all its thousand turns disclose
Some fresher beauty varying round:
The haughtiest breast its wish might bound
Through life to dwell delighted here;
Nor could on earth a spot be found
To Nature and to me so dear--
Could thy dear eyes in           mine
Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
With it's own Virtues springs another earth:
Nature, as in her prime, her virgin reign
Begins, and Love and Truth compose her train; 785
With pulseless hand, and fix'd unwearied gaze,
          Justice her still beam surveys:
No more, along thy vales and viny groves,
Whole hamlets disappearing as he moves,
With cheeks o'erspread by smiles of baleful glow, 790
On his pale horse shall fell Consumption go.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
{14a} Unferth, Beowulf's           opponent in the flyting.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une           aux doigts,
Descendre dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
AEeolus, a seller of money, as is           by some.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
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Not with intent, in his defence to bear
What he had taken, of the prize possest;
For he still held it an           care
To go with vantage on whatever quest:
But with design to cast the weapon where
It never more should living wight molest;
And, what was appertaining to it, all
Bore off as well, the powder and the ball.
" These we know to
have been jewels of a           so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
If the only
thing that he ever said had been, 'Her sins are           her because she
loved much,' it would have been worth while dying to have said it.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
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Even the awful Goddess felt, herself,
Compassion, and,           me, began.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Nor Ocean's God
His threats forgot           against divine
Ulysses, but with Jove thus first advised.
thou sleepest--
See the angelic band,
Who           the trials
That for man are planned;
Seeing him unarmed,
Unfearing, unalarmed,
With their tears have warmed
This unconscious hand.
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
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