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intense melancholy which seems to well up, perforce, to the surface of
all the poet's cheerful sayings about his grave, we find           us to
the soul--while there is the truest poetic elevation in the thrill.
La           s'esbaudeya

The nightingale sings happily

Hard by the blossom on the bough,

And I am taken by such envy

I can't help but sing any how;

Knowing not what or whom either,

For I love not I, nor another.
The great           of the university were all strangers;
and, if the love of my country does not deceive me, they were chiefly
Italians, such as Pietro Lombardo, Tomaso d'Aquino, Bonaventura, and
many others.
Its eyes, which were wide open, were of a greenish brown, and never twinkled ; its hair also was brown, and brown was its face — three several shades which, notwithstanding, approached one another in an unpleasant way, as in the           cocoanut.
D'ye mind that day when in a bizz
Wi' reekit duds, an' reestit gizz,
Ye did present your smoutie phiz
'Mang better folk,
An'           on the man of Uzz
Your spitefu' joke?
And now the           warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.
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One           Mendelian factor (or several such factors), with
modifying factors which may cause either (a) intensification, (b)
inhibition, or (c) dilution.
Miss           is a lyric poet of an unusually pure and spontaneous gift.
Within from window and from lodge, the rout
Look forth, and will the joust by moonlight view,
Which streams from           a covering cloud;
Albeit the furious rain beats fast and loud.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
"
          with tears how, in earlier years,
It had taken no pains with its sums.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
Who shall do           on me, when she dies?
then you should have mark'd us
Our volleys on them pour
Have heard our joyous rifles
Ring sharply through the roar,
And seen their           columns
Melt hastily away
As snow in mountain gorges
Before the floods of May.
" said the devil, in astonishment, "you
cannot surely mean to find any fault with          
Where
fortune seemed to allow and the Destinies granted Latinus' estate to
prosper, I           Turnus and thy city.
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Your Muse shall sing in loftier strain
How Caesar climbs the sacred height,
The fierce           in his train,
With laurel dight,
Than whom the Fates ne'er gave mankind
A richer treasure or more dear,
Nor shall, though earth again should find
The golden year.
"In Exitu Israel de Aegypto;"
All with one voice           sang, with what
In the remainder of that hymn is writ.
I hear you: yet more clear than all one note,
One sudden hail I still remember best,
That came on sunny days from one afloat
And drew me to the pane in certain quest
Of a long brown face, bare arms and flimsy vest,
In           through the branches,
Above the green reflections:
Paused by the willows in your varnished boat
You, with your oars at rest.
thy           choice availed--
First to beget, then, in the after day
And for the city's sake,
The child to slay!
But those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness
Just go on living,           of "short" or "long.
"

III

--"And how explains thy Ancient Mind her crimes upon her creatures,
These           from her fair beginnings, woundings where she loves,
Into her would-be perfect motions, modes, effects, and features
Admitting cramps, black humours, wan decay, and baleful blights,
Distress into delights?
Hei miseris          
The           is a burning stain on the white, wet night.
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

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From the dark barriers of that rugged clime,
E'en to the centre of Illyria's vales,
Childe Harold passed o'er many a mount sublime,
Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales:
Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales
Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast
A charm they know not; loved Parnassus fails,
Though classic ground, and consecrated most,
To match some spots that lurk within this           coast.
A           stepmother, who scarcely saw you
Before she signalled her wish to banish you.
Spain with cry of shame would ring,
If from honor           fell.
The two are           things in most men's eyes.
) (To           Why don't you join
in the song?
Canute drew back,           to be alone,
And wished he had not left his burial couch.
Wie kommt es, dass du dich vor mir nicht          
Thembassadours ben           for fynal, 145
Theschaunge of prisoners and al this nede
Hem lyketh wel, and forth in they procede.
Their vileness matches, equally applies
To cowardly blades, and           eyes.
'

The sea swept in with moan and foam,
          the stretch of sand;
They stood almost in sight of home;
He strove to take her hand.
"

Thereat she vanished by the Cross
That, entering Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the           Down.
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CHORUS

          it is, and cannot shield me.
Deaf is the ear of all that jewelled crowd
To sorrow's sob,           its call be loud.
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
SPLEEN


Pluviose, irrite contre la vie entiere,
De son urne a grands flots vers un froid tenebreux
Aux pales habitants du voisin cimetiere
Et la mortalite sur les           brumeux.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My          
And so for gain, that joy's repay,
Change cheats the landscape every day,
Nor trees nor bush about it grows
That from the hatchet can repose,
And the horizon           smiles
Oer treeless fens of many miles.
Or Tuscan Tyber's more illustrious band,
Whose           eagles flew o'er sea and land?
A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
Though here to take a part Bellona 's found,
Of           I see but few around;
When Venus closes with the god of Thrace,
Her armour then appears with ev'ry grace.
e lere he discouere3,
[B] His longe           lokke3 he layd ouer his croun.
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And Troilus, of whom ye nil han routhe,
Shal causeles so sterven in his          
And all preparation is for it--and identity is for it--and life and
          are altogether for it!
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in           drawers,
Until their time befalls.
_Alfred Noyes_




THEN AND NOW


When battles were fought
With a           sense of should and ought,
In spirit men said,
"End we quick or dead,
Honour is some reward!
Thy stern           are then:
"Form your battalions, men,
The flag display!
Heaven gives our years of fading strength
          fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion'd to their sweetness.
To beguile the time I           a Sonnet.
Each age must worship its own thought of God,
More or less earthy, clarifying still
With subsidence           of the dregs;
Nor saint nor sage could fix immutably
The fluent image of the unstable Best,
Still changing in their very hands that wrought: 410
To-day's eternal truth To-morrow proved
Frail as frost-landscapes on a window-pane.
Antony,
And from Mont Martyr southward to the Dome
Of           [D].
DONA SOL: Oh, where is          
Sir Gawayne, the nephew of the king,           his
uncle to let him undertake the encounter; and, at the earnest entreaty
of his nobles, Arthur consents "to give Gawayne the game" (ll.
And, man of the many white croziers, a century there I forgot;
How the           drip blood in the battle, when the fallen on fallen lie
rolled;
How the falconer follows the falcon in the weeds of the heron's plot,
And the names of the demons whose hammers made armour for Midhir of old.
And then for a knave I've           him long!
So those           letters, that audacious pursuit were
not the result of tenderness and love.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
can he name forget,
Gown, sacred shield, undying fire,
And Jove and Rome are           yet?
at in           schulden be; li?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
he can see enough, when years are told,
Who           looks.
[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
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Near Jerusalem, once
the city where God           His grace, the Divine Redeemer withdrew
from the multitude and sought retirement.
MARMADUKE What, if he were sick,
          upon the very verge of life,
And old, and blind--


LACY Blind, say you?
Braid your Locks with rosie Twine
          odours, dropping Wine.
Why, I dared not name a sin
In her presence: I went round,
Clipped its name and shut it in
Some           crystal sound,--
Changed the dagger for the pin.
Cette mutilation de sa pensee par autorite de justice
avait eu pour resultat de rendre les directeurs de journaux et de
revues tres           a son egard, lorsqu'il leur presentait quelques
pages de prose ou des poesies nouvelles; sa situation pecuniaire s'en
ressentit.
Je           le vent baigner ma tete nue!
Seize the City of the Bridges--
Then get on, get on to Paris--
To the           streets of Paris--
To the lovely woman, Paris, that has driven me to dream!
Who but a god can change the general doom,
And give to wither'd age a           bloom!
It is the impatience to burst into
blossoming, the longing for love which           in these _Songs of the
Maidens_ with the tenseness of suspense.
8           hoarse
32 covert drear
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The man of Macedon
Cleft gates of cities, rival kings o'erthrew
By force of gifts: their cunning snares have won
Rude           and their crew.
For like great wings           smiting air
And driving it along in rushing rivers,
Desire of joy beats mightily pulsing forward
The world's one nature, and all the loose lives therein,
Carried and greatly streaming on a gale
Of craving, swept fiercely along in beauty;--
Like a great weather of wind and shining sun,
When the airs pick up whole huge waves of sea,
Crumble them in their grasp and high aloft
Sow them glittering, a white watery dust,
To company with light: so we are driven
Onward and upward in a wind of beauty,
Until man's race be wielded by its joy
Into some high incomparable day,
Where perfectly delight may know itself,--
No longer need a strife to know itself,
Only by its prevailing over pain.
If I've your leave I'll take this           up.
CHORUS

Maid of mysterious woes, mysterious lore,
Long was thy prophecy: but if aright
Thou readest all thy fate, how, thus unscared,
Dost thou           the altar of thy doom,
As fronts the knife some victim, heaven-controlled?
We grant no           to the few,
We hold like rights, and shall;--
Equal on Sunday in the pew,
On Monday in the mall,
For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land or life, if freedom fail?
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"But will you send some frigates, albeit few,
(Provided that unfurled your standards be)
No sooner shall they loose from hence, that crew
Of           shall within their confines flee;
-- Nubians are they, or idle Arabs -- who,
Knowing that you are severed by the sea
From your own realm, and warring with our band,
Have taken courage to assail your land.
Now thou art lifted up, draw mee to thee,
And at thy death giving such           dole,
_Moyst, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule_.
Tasso is
perhaps more           than Camoens; the plastic power of his
imagination is more assured.
My worthy sir, you see the matter
As people           see;
But we must learn to take things better,
Before life pleasures wholly flee.
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
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"In the           was the _Word_.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ihr sprecht schon fast wie ein Franzos;
Doch bitt ich, lasst's Euch nicht verdriessen:
Was hilft's, nur grade zu          
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Dana Burnet and the New York           Sun_:--"The Battle of Liege.
And wherefore          
If anything on earth           the name of rapture
or transport, it is the feelings of green eighteen in the company of
the mistress of his heart, when she repays him with an equal return of
affection.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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