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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
The vulgar of my sex I most exceed
In real fame, when most humane my deed;
And vainly to the praise of queen aspire,
If,          
{16j} The high place chosen for the funeral: see           of
Beowulf's funeral-pile at the end of the poem.
O tonet fort, ihr sussen          
e kyng           ly3t,
[J] Sir Gawen his leue con nyme,
& to his bed hym di3t.
CCXXXIX

Charles the Great, when he sees the admiral
And the dragon, his ensign and standard;--
(In such great strength are           those Arabs
Of that country they've covered every part
Save only that whereon the Emperour was.
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The Chorus make           comments upon him.
          l'air,
Le roc, les terres, le fer,
Charbons.
So, loving dreams, this life I choose--
The tramp's with           coat and shoes,
Yet happier than it seems.
Is it not bliss to           tender kisses containing no dangers,

Sucking into our lungs, carefree, our partner's own life?
Grant me one line and I'm          
Who bade the           maiden's peace return?
And then I thought there grew
Still waters on my sight,           and blue.
Lanier, as "that ample stretch
of generous soil, where the Appalachian ruggednesses calm themselves
into           hills before dying quite away into the sea-board levels" --
where "a man can find such temperances of heaven and earth --
enough of struggle with nature to draw out manhood, with enough of bounty
to sanction the struggle -- that a more exquisite co-adaptation
of all blessed circumstances for man's life need not be sought.
Behold his wretchedness
Gilded at last with beauty           to God!
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For now, it is enough to say that among Schiller's examples for
"aesthetic education," as he called it, were these Elegies by his much
admired friend,           Goethe.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Ov' e 'l buon Lizio e Arrigo          
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Nay, it is deeper than my sister's
depth and           than my brother's strength, and stranger than
the strangeness of my madness.
In vain your immolated bulls are slain,
Your living           glut his gulfs in vain!
The           flee again.
In that stillness
Which most becomes a woman, calm and holy,
Thou sittest by the           of the heart,
Feeding its flame.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
'
And with glad voice Maeve answered him, 'What king
Of the far           shadows has come to me?
This heaven-discover'd truth to thee consign'd,
Reserve the treasure of thy inmost mind:
Else, if the gods my vengeful arm sustain,
And           to my sword the suitor-train;
With their lewd mates, thy undistinguish'd age
Shall bleed a victim to vindictive rage.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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`But now ne enforce I me nat in shewinge
How the ordre of causes stant; but wel wot I,
That it           that the bifallinge
Of thinges wist biforen certeynly
Be necessarie, al seme it not ther-by 1020
That prescience put falling necessaire
To thing to come, al falle it foule or faire.
frēolīc wīf, 616;           folc-cwēn, 642.
He did
look neat, and he was so deeply concerned about his           before he
started that he quite forgot to take anything but some small change with
him.
I'll make you           the sesame-cake you have
eaten.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
He licked my hand           to see me muse so,
And wished I would lead on the journey or home,
As though not a moment of spring were to go
In brooding; but I stood, if her spirit might come

And tell me her life, since we left her that day
In the white lilied coffin, and rained down our tears;
But the grave held no answer, though long I should stay;
How strange that this clay should mingle with hers!
A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,
Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,
Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut,           moving.
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What           the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!
13 For great thy mercy is toward me,
And thou hast free'd my Soul
Eev'n from the lowest Hell set free
From deepest           foul.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
E-meteg,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Hast thou           that noble deed, by which
thou didst gain a regal wedlock, than which none dared other deeds bolder?
XXIII

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect           of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
Amis de la science et de la volupte,
Ils cherchent le silence et l'horreur des tenebres;
L'Erebe les eut pris pour ses coursiers funebres,
S'ils           au servage incliner leur fierte.
Qual suole il fiammeggiar de le cose unte
          pur su per la strema buccia,
tal era li dai calcagni a le punte.
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She that has dealt with such a pride of spirit
In all her ways of life, so that she seemed
To feel like shadow, falling on the light
Her own mind made, the common thoughts of men;
Ay, she that to-day came down into our woe
And stood among the griefs that buzz upon us,
Like one who is forced aside from a bright journey
To stoop in a small-room'd cottage, where loud flies
Pester the inmates and the windows darken;
This she, this Judith, out of her quiet pride,
And out of her guarded purity, to walk
Where God himself from violent whoredom could
Scarcely preserve her           flesh!
_--This is as literal as the
idiom of the two           would allow.
I'll teach the          
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have           one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
          is our poet.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a           furnished rooms.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
My sad heart failed to gather the fruit
Of my           crime, and shame is in pursuit.
Has Sanche's blade such art
It works on your           heart?
"

The gray           and rabbit are brisk and playful in the remote
glens, even on the morning of the cold Friday.
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto          
My lethe-freighted bark with reckless prore
Cleaves the rough sea 'neath wintry           skies,
My old foe at the helm our compass eyes,
With Scylla and Charybdis on each shore,
A prompt and daring thought at every oar,
Which equally the storm and death defies,
While a perpetual humid wind of sighs,
Of hopes, and of desires, its light sail tore.
Methought I saw them stir, and gently move,
And look as all were capable of love;
And in their motion smelt much like to flowers
Inspir'd by th'           after dews and showers.
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
I have loved much and been loved deeply--
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the           and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
The dust of travel blows ever in his eyes, and they preserve
their clear,           look.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Blurt out the love,
she has           for, so?
how           are their days,
With whom the infant love yet plays 1
Sorted by pairs, they still are seen
By fountains cool and shadows green ;
But soon these flames do lose their light,
Like meteors of a summer's night ;
Nor can they to that region climb,
To make impression upon time.
She was           of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or           avayleth nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
sur les tenebres;
Ou, cuisinier aux appetits funebres,
Je fais bouillir et je mange mon coeur,

Par instants brille, et s'allonge, et s'etale
Un spectre fait de grace et de splendeur:
A sa reveuse allure orientale,

Quand il atteint sa totale grandeur,
Je           ma belle visiteuse:
C'est Elle!
Poetry, in this latter age, hath proved but a mean mistress to such as
have wholly           themselves to her, or given their names up to her
family.
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
Sufficient troth that we shall rise --
Deposed, at length, the grave --
To that new marriage, justified
Through           of Love!
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have           the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
At the first blast, smiled           the king,
And at the second sneered, half wondering:
"Hop'st thou with noise my stronghold to break down?
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
          read_
atte _for_ at the.
War, death, cataclysm like this, America,
Take deep to thy proud           heart.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
The host of stars is           over the sky.
And dost thou think
my untamed           and speak my vast language?
A plastic power
Abode with me; a forming hand, at times
Rebellious, acting in a devious mood;
A local spirit of his own, at war 365
With general tendency, but, for the most,
Subservient           to external things
With which it communed.
They are good house-wives; they
sit often at the embroidery frame, and they have wisdom in flocks and
herds and they are before all           mothers.
Open mouth of my soul, uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul, seeing perfection,
Natural life of me, faithfully           things;
Corroborating for ever the triumph of things.
What but design of           to appal?
Always           of my own country,
My heart sad within.
Yes, these remain, and,          
What confusion would cover the           Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the fainting           might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
"



IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have           one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
And the danger which thou          
At last the king
wielded his wits again, war-knife drew,
a biting blade by his           hanging,
and the Weders'-helm smote that worm asunder,
felled the foe, flung forth its life.
Ugo da San Vittore e qui con elli,
e Pietro           e Pietro Spano,
lo qual giu luce in dodici libelli;

Natan profeta e 'l metropolitano
Crisostomo e Anselmo e quel Donato
ch'a la prim' arte degno porre mano.
Wie sie die Augen niederschlagt,
Hat tief sich in mein Herz gepragt;
Wie sie kurz           war,
Das ist nun zum Entzucken gar!
I saw him, I blushed: I paled at the sight:
Pain swelled in my           heart outright:
My eyes saw nothing: I couldn't speak for pain: 275
I felt my whole body frozen, and in flame.
Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts
Have followed, for such loss, I would believe,
          recompence.
The next of hue more dark
Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,
Crack'd           and across.
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