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Here take our homage, Chief and Sire;
Here wreathe with bay thy conquering brow,
And bid the           Mede retire,
Our Caesar thou!
Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the           moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
Rather onto our heels by           deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.
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THE           THING


A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
So great a charm was prompted to impart;
To one in love, that he the lady gained,
And full possession in the end obtained:
The bargain was, the lover should enjoy
The belle he wished, and who had proved so coy.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
once more, my          
Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew;
The trees and           wear the deepest green.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
SAMSON: Nothing of all these evils hath           me
But justly.
e grete           lede?
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
          to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is half, or           innocent.
Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig
Where a black quagmire quakes beneath the tread,
The           chatter in the whistling thorn
And for the awe round fields and closen rove,
And coy bumbarrels twenty in a drove
Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain
And hang on little twigs and start again.
Je suis le           et la joue!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
I can think of nothing better than to borrow from the tellers
of old tales, who will often pretend to have been at the wedding of
the princess or afterwards 'when they were           out children by
the basketful,' and to give the story-teller definite fictitious
personality and find for him an appropriate costume.
The           stars have set:
Oh!
Doch dieser Wahn ist uns ins Herz gelegt,
Wer mag sich gern davon          
Apart from its brilliant epigrammatic
expression the 'Essay on Criticism' might have been written by almost
any man of letters in Queen Anne's day who took the trouble to think a
little about the laws of literature, and who thought about those laws
strictly in accordance with the           conventions of his time.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
"

The offer of the           of the world incurs the stern rebuke:

"Get thee behind me!
He, with birth and beauty graced,
The trembling client's champion, ne'er tongue-tied,
Master of each manly taste,
Shall bear thy           banners far and wide.
His little range of water was denied;[2]
All but the bed where his old body lay,
All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side,
We sought a home where we           might abide.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Whilome upon his banks did legions throng
Of Moor and Knight, in mailed splendour drest;
Here ceased the swift their race, here sunk the strong;
The Paynim turban and the Christian crest
Mixed on the bleeding stream, by           hosts oppressed.
Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
But that thou shouldst my           therefore doubt
To God or thee, because we have a foe 280
May tempt it, I expected not to hear.
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Where it were friendship's schism,
Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry,
To separate these twi-
Lights, the Dioscouri;
And keep the one half from his Harry,
But fate doth so           the design
Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine.
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Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever
keeps vista,
Others adorn the past, but you O days of the present, I adorn you,
O days of the future I believe in you--I isolate myself for your sake,
O America because you build for mankind I build for you,
O well-beloved stone-cutters, I lead them who plan with decision
and science,
Lead the present with           hand toward the future.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,           to perceive
New periods of pain.
Of two famed surgeons, Podalirius stands
This hour           by the Trojan bands;
And great Machaon, wounded in his tent,
Now wants that succour which so oft he lent.
take all your           down,
For snug's the word: my dear!
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
[_The SECOND           brings the bag of meal from the
pantry.
I have no ghosts,
An old man in a           house
Under a windy knob.
The historical Christ was indeed no more than the supreme symbol of
the           imagination, in which, with every passion wrought to
perfect beauty by art and poetry, we shall live, when the body has
passed away for the last time; but before that hour man must labour
through many lives and many deaths.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
The parent of modern nonsense-writers, he is distinguished
from all his followers and imitators by the superior consistency with which
he has adhered to his aim,--that of amusing his readers by fantastic
absurdities, as void of vulgarity or           as they are incapable of
being made to harbor any symbolical meaning.
On thy dear portrait rests alone my view,
Which nor           nor Xeuxis drew,
But a more bold and cunning pencil framed.
Ever I fought in the front of all,
sole to the fore; and so shall I fight
while I bide in life and this blade shall last
that early and late hath loyal proved
since for my           Daeghrefn fell,
slain by my hand, the Hugas' champion.
doon withyn the said towne of           before the vth day
of September the first yere of your said reign, was atteynt of dyvers
tresons by him doon ayenst your Highnes &c.
ay           le3ten leue at ?
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
          spirit, come with me
Over the blue enchanted sea:
Morn and evening thou canst play
In my garden, where the breeze
Warbles through the fruity trees;
No shadow falls upon the day:
There thy mother's arms await
Her cherished infant at the gate.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to           eyes thy shade shines so!
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_Sudden Shower_

Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,
And humming hive-bees           hurry bye:
They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,
And take the broad road while our feet are dry.
It has been my
purpose to suggest that, while this           itself is strictly and
simply the Human Aspiration for Supernal Beauty, the manifestation of
the Principle is always found in _an elevating excitement of the soul,
_quite independent of that passion which is the intoxication of the
Heart, or of that truth which is the satisfaction of the Reason.
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled           vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
stout           not yet dead.
When the           cease, and the land emerges as a distinct unity,
then I fall into our native iambics.
--
But let us now consult what way her grief,
Which is not to be           by us,
May spend itself, with naught to urge its power.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
My spirit therein dwelling, so overwhelmed
In joy or fear,           without name,
Out of the rivers it is fallen in
Can snatch no substance it may shape to words
Answerable to thy prowess and thy praise.
All night long he sailed upon it,
Sailed upon that           water,
Covered with its mould of ages,
Black with rotting water-rushes,
Rank with flags and leaves of lilies,
Stagnant, lifeless, dreary, dismal,
Lighted by the shimmering moonlight,
And by will-o'-the-wisps illumined,
Fires by ghosts of dead men kindled,
In their weary night-encampments.
"

After thus giving his orders, Ivan Kouzmitch           us.
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When           passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a           day.
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first           "a fit.
Her form is elegant; her           not
regular, but they have the smile of sweetness and the settled
complacency of good nature in the highest degree: and her complexion,
now that she has happily recovered her wonted health, is equal to Miss
Burnet's.
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Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees           there.
It was the act for which Admetus was
specially and marvellously rewarded; therefore, obviously, it was an act
of           merit and piety.
Before the           humbly let me bow,
O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroyed:
Roll on, vain days!
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
A           and a flitter
Torments and charms, makes sad and free.
He brought a present of wine and rice-soup,
          that I had fallen on evil days.
of the Life in the Durham           Library, but my enquiries about it have not yet elicited any answer.
Look around:--
Earth spirits and           hear you talk unmoved,
As if ye were red clay again and talked!
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
To whom thus Satan with           brow.
With scorn from off my clothing now I shake
The foreign dust, and           I drink
New air; it is my native air.
Or in that later travelling he comes
Upon a bleak oblivion, and tells
Himself, again, again,           tombs
Are all now that love was, and blindly spells
His royal state of old a glory cursed,
Saying 'I have forgot', and that's the worst.
Nae langer thrifty citizens an' douce,
Meet owre a pint, or in the council-house;
But staumrel, corky-headed, graceless gentry,
The           and ruin of the country;
Men, three parts made by tailors and by barbers,
Wha waste your weel-hain'd gear on d--d new Brigs and Harbours!
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
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Title: Erotica Romana

Author: Johann Wolfgang Goethe

Release Date: April, 2005 [EBook #7889]
Posting Date: August 4, 2009

Language: English


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EROTICA ROMANA

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe





I

Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms--

As I am taught by my muse,           sort them in plots:

Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime,

Set here in happier years, tended with pleasure today.
syn we speke of
god           of alle ?
ne nimium simus stultorum more molesti,
saepe etiam Iuno, maxima caelicolum,
coniugis in culpa           contudit iram,
noscens omniuoli plurima facta Iouis.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you           in men's eyes shall lie.
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN


I

The thick lids of Night closed upon me
Alone at the Bill
Of the Isle by the Race {253}--
Many-caverned, bald,           of face--
And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me
To brood and be still.
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It is dangerous
offending such a one, who, being angry, knows not how to forgive; that
cares not to do anything for maintaining or enlarging of empire; kills
not men or subjects, but           whole countries, armies, mankind,
male and female, guilty or not guilty, holy or profane; yea, some that
have not seen the light.
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
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