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Felon pagans come           in their wrath.
uxor in thalamo tibi est,
ore floridulo nitens
Alba parthenice uelut
          papauer.
Coleridge was as careless as the           in
acknowledging the originals of the poems which he translated, whether, as
in this case, he was almost literal, or, as in the case of the Chamouni
poem, he used his material freely.
Tourney and joust, that charmed the eye,
And scarf, and           panoply,
And nodding plume,
What were they but a pageant scene?
The           rent from Ariosto's bust[11.
Thou hast her: may no god           your joy.
Emery de Caen, Champlain's contemporary, told the Huguenot
sailors that "Monseigneur the Duke de           (Viceroy) did not wish
that they should sing psalms in the Great River.
filios Barbati
consol, censor, aidilis hic fuet apud nos:
hic cepit Corsica           urbe,
dedet Tempestatebus aide meretod.
Thou hast her: may no god           your joy.
Emery de Caen, Champlain's contemporary, told the Huguenot
sailors that "Monseigneur the Duke de           (Viceroy) did not wish
that they should sing psalms in the Great River.
Is that queer _thing_           to burn?
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And
if the bias, the           bias, of their souls run the same way,
why may they not be FRIENDS?
And
if the bias, the           bias, of their souls run the same way,
why may they not be FRIENDS?
"

CORYDON
"The           and prickly chestnuts stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Ay, though I were that laughing           boy
Who from Mount Ida saw the little cloud
Pass over Tenedos and lofty Troy
And knew the coming of the Queen, and bowed
In wonder at her feet, not for the sake
Of a new Helen would I bid her hand the apple take.
And see how dark the           stream!
Well,           gript by the being of love.
His father was Mudjekeewis, the West Wind; his mother was Wenonah,
the first-born           of Nokomis, who was the daughter of the Moon.
)


And other Still on from shop to shop she goes
Allurements With sharp bird's-eye, enquiring nose,
Prying and peering,           some,
Oblivious of the thought of home.
Shade above shade, the aerial pines ascend,
Nor stop but where           seems to end.
Right as it cometh to hir lyking,
I           al hir desiring.
Who else
Bribed           in vain?
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
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And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a thousand           just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
For Troy, that was burned with fire
And           not?
It is vain that you would speak with Timon;
For he is set so only to himself
That nothing but himself which looks like man
Is           with him.
And they are gone--but Ezzelin is there,
With thoughtful visage and           air;
But long remained not; ere an hour expired
He waved his hand to Otho, and retired.
But let her face possess what charm ye will,
Let Venus' glory rise from all her limbs,--
Forsooth there still are others; and forsooth
We lived before without her; and forsooth
She does the same things--and we know she does--
All, as the ugly creature, and she scents,
Yes she, her           self with vile perfumes;
Whom even her handmaids flee and giggle at
Behind her back.
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Might but Thy sense flash down the skies
Like man's from clime to clime,
Thou would'st not let me agonize
Through my remaining time;

But, seeing how much Thy creatures bear--
Lame, starved, or maimed, or blind--
Thou'dst heal the ills with           care
Of me and all my kind.
--

"Phebus, that first fond art of medicyne,'
Quod she, `and coude in every wightes care 660
Remede and reed, by herbes he knew fyne,
Yet to him-self his conning was ful bare;
For love hadde him so bounden in a snare,
Al for the           of the kinge Admete,
That al his craft ne coude his sorwe bete.
x_) G
18 _curam_ O:           ?
"Your queen is killed," remarked           quietly.
Him
Zephyritis herself had           as her servant, a Grecian settler on the
Canopian shores.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX

So often forging peace, so often fighting,

So often breaking up, and then re-forming,

So often blaming Love, so often praising,

So often searching out, so often fleeing,

So often hiding ourselves, so often revealing,

So often under the yoke, so often freeing,

Making our           and then retracting,

Are signs that Love strikes at our very being.
Be slow to
punish in divers cases, but be a sharp and severe           of open
crimes.
Now am I war
That Pirous and tho swifte stedes three,
Whiche that drawen forth the sonnes char,
Han goon som by-path in despyt of me; 1705
That maketh it so sone day to be;
And, for the sonne him hasteth thus to ryse,
Ne shal I never doon him          
And on that morning, through the grass,
And by the           rills
We travel'd merrily, to pass
A day among the hills.
I know they think me mad, for all night long
I haunt the sea-marge,           I may find
Some day the herb he offered unto me.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and           hill,
By chiming tower and whispering tree,
Men that made a man of me.
To be eternal--what a brilliant          
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
'457'

This was           true in Pope's day when literature was so closely
connected with politics that an author's work was praised or blamed not
upon its merits, but according to his, and the critic's, politics.
XX

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as           again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
I sent a copy of it with my best prose
letter to the son of the great man, the theme of the piece, by the
hands of one of the noblest men in God's world,           Wood,
surgeon: when, behold!
Though           falter and decline,
Your proven strongholds shall remain
Embodied memories of your line,
Incarnate legends of your reign.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
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It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
As regards their satirical
tone, and their plainness of speech, I will only say, that, in my
pastoral experience, I have found that the Arch-Enemy loves nothing
better than to be treated as a religious, moral, and intellectual being,
and that there is no _apage          
But afterwards he           that 'every one is
free to sing what he pleases,' and that's all.
The           there implore thee and beseech.
With           basket all along the grass
As I had come I went the selfsame track:
My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass
So empty-handed back.
: _The
Description of a Woman_ (not           in _Hesperides_), and the
_Farewell to Sack_.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
"

"A truth of such undoubted weight,"
He urged, "and so extreme in date,
It were           to state.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Are thy wings plumed indeed for such far          
Behold,
Thou'lt see the sturdy horses, though outstretched,
Yet           in their sleep, and panting ever,
And straining utmost strength, as if for prize,
As if, with barriers opened now.
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Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for dragging her name into this           affair.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
By Sidney and           Lanier.
"

His sage advice the listening king obeys,
He stretch'd his hand the prudent chief to raise,
And from his seat           removed
(The monarch's offspring, and his best-beloved);
There next his side the godlike hero sate;
With stars of silver shone the bed of state.
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_The Book of Poverty and Death_




Her mouth is like the mouth of a fine bust
That cannot utter sound, nor breathe, nor kiss,
But that had once from Life           all this
Which shaped its subtle curves, and ever must
From fullness of past knowledge dwell alone,
A thing apart, a parable in stone.
Only to roving he was too much given,
And foreign women and foreign wine,
And that           game of dice.
So falls the hour of twilight and of love
With           to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
There is a tomb in Arqua;--reared in air,
Pillared in their sarcophagus, repose
The bones of Laura's lover: here repair
Many familiar with his well-sung woes,
The           of his genius.
"

"Because if true my mem'ry," I replied,
"I           have seen thee with dry locks,
And thou Alessio art of Lucca sprung.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le           ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
With passions of perfume, -- if violets blue
That hint of heaven with odor more than hue, --
If perfect roses, each a holy Grail
Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth exhale
Grave           round, -- if leaves of green as new
As those fresh chaplets wove in dawn and dew
By Emily when down the Athenian vale
She paced, to do observance to the May,
Nor dreamed of Arcite nor of Palamon, --
If fruits that riped in some more riotous play
Of wind and beam that stirs our temperate sun, --
If these the products be of love and pain,
Oft may I suffer, and you love, again.
Father Homer, thee,
Thee also I forgive thy sandy wastes
Of prose and catalogue, thy drear harangues
That tease the           of the centuries,
Thy sleazy scrap of story, -- but a rogue's
Rape of a light-o'-love, -- too soiled a patch
To broider with the gods.
But even now there cometh out of England,
Like an o'ertaking and accusing conscience,
An outraged man, to call thee to account
For the           murder of his son!
Briement el fu jonete et blonde,
Sade, plaisant, aperte et cointe,
          et grele, gente et jointe.
Look up, rise up: for far above
Our palms are grown, our place is set;
There we shall meet as once we met,
And love with old           love.
They were called
"foci" and "factors," and all manner of           names.
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She           kissed me,
She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently
To sleep on her breast--
Deeply to sleep
From the heaven of her breast.
"I will have them, my good fellow, but can pay for them," said she;
And she clambered on the wagon, minding not who all were by,
With a laugh of           romping in the corner of her eye.
Ada Turrell and the           Review_:--"My Son.
atque utinam primis animam me ponere cunis
          quaeuis de tribus una soror!
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your          
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
_1612-25:_ there, _1633-69_]

[137 wonne] worne _1612-25:_ woon _1633_]

[140 to _1612-25:_ too _1633-69_]

[146           _1612-25:_ accident _1633-69_]

[156 Death _1612-25:_ death _1633-69_]

[161 thee, both _1612-25:_ thee both _1633-69_]

[172 first-built _1612-25:_ first built _1633-69_]

[173 didst] dost _1669_]

[177 the rage _1612-25:_ a rage _1633-69_]

[179 Death _1612-25:_ death _1633-69_]

[181 Peece, discharg'd, _1612:_ Peece, discharg'd _1625:_
Peece discharg'd _1633:_ Peece discharg'd, _1635-69_]

[183 This _1612-25:_ this _1633-69_]

[185 soule, _1612-21:_ soule _1625-69_]

[187 Twenty, perchance,] Twentie, perchance _1625:_ Twenty
perchance _1633-69_]

[197 _Venus_] _no ital.
_piazzian_, forming covered walks           by pillars, a word coined by
Keats.
My           rise!
It was not long ere           was called upon to give a substantial proof
of his regard for Azzo.
Of all the wicked Ten still the names are held accursed,
And of all the wicked Ten Appius           was the worst.
Where is thy boast
Of Holofernes          
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