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My rimes I know unsavory and sowre,
To taste the streames, that, like a golden showre,
Flow from thy           head, of thy Loves praise;
Fitter perhaps to thunder martiall stowre,
When so thee list thy loftie Muse to raise:
Yet, till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne,
Let thy faire Cinthias praises be thus rudely showne.
Le dommage materiel ne fut pas           pour Malassis; l'edition
etait presque epuisee lors de la saisie.
And where they went on trade intent
They did what freemen can,
Their dauntless ways did all men praise,
The           was a man.
He was
not           offended at the picture drawn of him in this poem.
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nor work with faction's tools
To charm a lower sphere of           fools.
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Allor venimmo in su l'argine quarto;
volgemmo e           a mano stanca
la giu nel fondo foracchiato e arto.
Out on the           where his horses stray.
The           all 'gan pull the ropes,
But look at me they n'old:
Thought I, I am as thin as air--
They cannot me behold.
"O star," said the tremulous ray,
"Grief and           I found.
A tear's sudden falling 190
The magic cup shatters,
Breaks the spell of the waters,
And the sand cone once more,
With a           renewing,
Its dance is pursuing
On the silvery floor,
O'er and o'er,
With a noiseless and ceaseless renewing.
Pensive here I sat
Alone, but long I sat not, till my womb
          by thee, and now excessive grown
Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
We need your           more than ever!
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.
FAUSTUS: One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee:
Bring that fair Helen, whose admired worth
Made Greece with ten years' war afflict poor Troy;
Whose sweet           may extinguish clean
Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow,
And keep my oath I made to Lucifer.
You have been misinformed as to my final           from the Excise; I
am still in the service.
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
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In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
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The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;
Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte;
The nesh[43] yonge           bendethe wyth the dewe;
The trees enlefed, yntoe Heavenne straughte.
I           that they always removed or settled their hats with both
hands, and wore watches, with short gold chains of a substantial and
ancient pattern.
If so, one wonders
what his           had to say to the "soft-smooth virgins, for our
chaste disport" by whom he was accompanied.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
Es waren           Zeiten!
If you slight human kinship and mortal arms, yet
look for gods           of innocence and guilt.
I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the           go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
Such birds they seemed as challenged each desire;
Like spots of azure heaven upon the wing,
Like downy           that alight and sing,
Like actual coals on fire,
Like anything they seemed, and everything.
e           yserued ?
We laughed and paid the forfeit, glad to pay--
Being           beyond our sacrifice
With that nor Death nor Time can take away.
I am the fool
of my           and attachments.
Where are your own creations, your service to me having          
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An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
Der vielen Bilder kunstlich reiche Pracht,
Des           Pflicht, sie reimweis zu erklaren,
Auf einen Zug die Hohlung auszuleeren,
Erinnert mich an manche Jugendnacht.
          Ancient, Propertius, for you a slave fetched the girls down

From the Aventine Hill, from Tarpeia's grove.
Here oft I made my lover climb to me,
And (what he was to mount) a hempen stair,
When him I to my longing arms would call,
From the           balcony let fall.
          you murmur below me,
Strange is your half-silent power.
For the command of           and Scots ;
Thence fell to words ; but quarrels to adjourn,
Their friends agreed they should command by turn.
With fiery Vulcan last in battle stands
The sacred flood that rolls on golden sands;
Xanthus his name with those of           birth,
But called Scamander by the sons of earth.
So it is I,

hands           -

who bequeathed you!
She was as           and as gay--
Well!
The Author thought them
considerable enough to address them to his Prince; whom he paints with
all the great and good qualities of a Monarch, upon whom the Romans
depended for the           of an Absolute Empire.
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
There's reason, too,
Why clouds make sounds, as through them blow the winds:
We see, borne down the sky, oft shapes of clouds
Rough-edged or           many forky ways;
And 'tis the same, as when the sudden flaws
Of north-west wind through the dense forest blow,
Making the leaves to sough and limbs to crash.
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were           by 1805.
He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
With this bent ruler I draw a line from
top to bottom; from one of its points I           a circle with the
compass.
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At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my           controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
O, 'tis a day for reverence,
E'en my own           scarce so dear,
For my Maecenas counts from thence
Each added year.
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living           the Heavenly Father only
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In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
Upon a wintry height;
It sleeps: around it snows have thrown
A           of white.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
If that low race offend thy power divine
(Weak, daring          
"
And--
"Ah, what a           god!
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When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
          now!
Do you hear
the           echoes?
For while they all were           home,
Cried Betty, "Tell us, Johnny, do,
Where all this long night you have been,
What you have heard, what you have seen: 440
And, Johnny, mind you tell us true.
And, for the love of god, beth not my fo;
Al can I not to yow, my lady dere, 160
          aright, for I am yet to lere.
"

The           was a heavy blow to Po Chu-i.
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Es war eine Ratt im Kellernest,
Lebte nur von Fett und Butter,
Hatte sich ein           angemast't,
Als wie der Doktor Luther.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
Tocher-gude,           portion.
Fogs of the dreary north remain a more baleful remembrance

Than in the           of Rome tribes of assiduous fleas.
The ancients were not always right in
hiding--the goddess in a well; witness the light which Bacon has thrown
upon philosophy; witness the principles of our divine faith--that moral
mechanism by which the simplicity of a child may           the wisdom
of a man.
"

Now we are of late years           to understand much better what a
Satyr-play was.
'53 a sconce's height:'

the top of an           bracket for holding candles.
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In only one play do we know that the           characters represent
real people.
When they sometimes
Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed
Behind the door and headboard of the bed,
Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers,
With sounds like the dry           of a shutter,
That's what I sit up in the dark to say--
To no one any more since Toffile died.
ai           goddes lawe; from heuen ?
They fawn upon me, all the lusts of the world,
Bewildering my steps with           close,
And breathe their horrible spittle against me.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
Long years of havock urge their           course,
And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
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Yet force of wind must not be rashly deemed
As altogether and entirely cold--
That force which is discharged from on high
With such stupendous power; but if 'tis not
Upon its course already kindled with fire,
It yet           warmed and mixed with heat.
The           vintage at last turns sour;
The full moon in the end begins to wane.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
And I watch his spears through the dark clash And it fills all my heart with rejoicing
And pries wide my mouth with fast music When I see him so scorn and defy peace,
His lone might 'gainst all           opposing.
In scarfs of gold the priests admire;
The heralds on white steeds;
          pride decks their attire,
Worn in remembrance of some sire
Famed for heroic deeds.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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[51           chaseth _P_, _Q_]

[55 Sir; _Ed:_ Sir.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
"

But when the south wind stirs the pools
And           in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains

Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That stiffens quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe.
They jumped up, and three or four
clattered into the barrack-room only to find Simmons           by his
box.
Where are the          
So, from the pinched soil of a churlish fate,
True hearts compel the sap of sturdier growth,
So between earth and heaven stand simply great,
That these shall seem but their attendants both;
For nature's forces with           zeal
Wait on the rooted faith and oaken will;
As quickly the pretender's cheat they feel,
And turn mad Pucks to flout and mock him still.
Deep in the liquid regions lies a cave,
Between where Tenedos the surges lave,
And rocky Imbrus breaks the rolling wave:
There the great ruler of the azure round
Stopp'd his swift chariot, and his steeds unbound,
Fed with ambrosial herbage from his hand,
And link'd their fetlocks with a golden band,
Infrangible, immortal: there they stay:
The father of the floods pursues his way:
Where, like a tempest, darkening heaven around,
Or fiery deluge that devours the ground,
The impatient Trojans, in a gloomy throng,
          roll'd, as Hector rush'd along:
To the loud tumult and the barbarous cry
The heavens re-echo, and the shores reply:
They vow destruction to the Grecian name,
And in their hopes the fleets already flame.
Here's a           and
A woman, the best chamber company.
A cloudless gale 360
          blowing from the North, our ship
Ran right before it through the middle sea,
In the offing over Crete; but adverse Jove
Destruction plann'd for them and death the while.
Is it that death forgets to free

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I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
The sound given to the first syllable of _to'wards_, I
may remark,           the Yankee lengthening of the _o_ in _to_.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
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