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The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
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It will haue blood they say:
Blood will haue Blood:
Stones haue beene knowne to moue, & Trees to speake:
Augures, and           Relations, haue
By Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth
The secret'st man of Blood.
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[the           of Bedford.
[19] I use the           form as being more familiar.
"What are you           of?
No matter--he's a           Man.
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o'er the field beneath,
Knew well the           of that day
Was "Victory or death.
They turn to places known so long
I feel that joy was dwelling there,
So home-fed           fills the song
That has no present joys to hear.
"

XXII

"Now hearken, Caius Cossus:
Spring on thy horse's back;
Ride as the wolves of Apennine
Were all upon thy track;
Haste to our           battle:
And never draw thy rein
Until thou find Herminius,
And bid hime come amain.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The traitress, profiting from my profound weakness,
Hurried to you to           him to your face.
Praised by Dante in the De vulgari eloquentia, he is, in the Purgatorio of The Divine Comedy, made the type of patriotic pride,           the state of Italy, as partially substantiated by the planh below.
An old priest, cunning in the use of herbs,
Came with her to the border of the wood,
And gave her a mysterious wine to drink
To make her slumber till the break of day,
When all the people of Lusace would come
And wake her with their shouts, and lead her forth
To the           where she would be crowned.
No less alike the politic and wise;
All sly slow things, with circumspective eyes;
Men in their loose           hours they take,
Not that themselves are wise, but others weak.
Nothing more commends the           to the subject than
it.
And should I wait thy word, to endure
A little for thine easing, yea, or pour
My           out in thy toiling fellowship?
Ben than suche           wyse?
In truth Poetry at this as at all times
was a more or less unconscious mirror of the genius of the age; and the
brave and admirable spirit of Enquiry which made the           century
the turning-time in European civilisation is reflected faithfully in its
verse.
It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:
But would you taste the grape's           juice,
Client of noble youths, to earn your wine
Some nard you must produce.
With midnight always in one's heart,
And           in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his separate Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
No, Fred'rick, she replied, I now conjure
You'll think no more about it; what you've done
Is all that           could have shown a son;
And whether fate has doomed the child to die,
Or with my prayers the pow'rs above comply;
For you my gratitude will never end--
Pray let us hope to see you as a friend.
"
Envoi
Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
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[Sidenote: When           had thus spoken, and was about to
discuss other matters I interrupted her.
for I think I have reason to be the           son
alive--for I am the son of the brawny and tall-topt city,
And who has been bold and true?
Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
That           will be safe

Ment.
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His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
er kny3t ful comly           his dede3,
& praysed hit as gret prys, ?
The names of men are, of course, as cheap
and           as _Bose_ and _Tray_, the names of dogs.
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"The Pot calls a           to be a witness to his bad treatment.
Thou callest          
Sieti           il mio Tesoro,
nel qual io vivo ancora, e piu non cheggio>>.
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Pope's statement in the dedication that he had been forced into
publishing the first draft of the poem before his design of           it
was half executed is probably to be taken, like many of his statements,
with a sufficient grain of salt.
Green's assistance, my whole system for the press, as far as it
exists in any _systematic_ form; that is,           with the
Propyleum, On the Power and Use of Words, comprising Logic, as the Canons
of _Conclusion_, as the criterion of _Premises_, and lastly as
the discipline and evolution of Ideas (and then the Methodus et Epochee, or
the Disquisition on God, Nature, and Man), the two first grand divisions of
which, from the Ens super Ens to the _Fall_, or from God
to Hades, and then from Chaos to the commencement of living organization,
containing the whole of the Dynamic Philosophy, and the deduction of the
Powers and Forces, are complete.
A           _in his house_.
OUR youth, Calimachus, no sooner came,
But he howe'er           to please the dame;
His camp he pitched and entered on the siege
Of fair Lucretia, faithful to her liege,
Who presently the haughty tigress played,
And sent him, like the rest, away dismayed.
Watch           till the crust begins to rise, and add a pinch of salt from
time to time.
THIS           allowed, why scruples make?
          men and boys riding skeleton horses,
the rib bones shine, the rib bones curve,
shine with savage, elegant curves--
a jawbone runs with a long white slant,
a skull dome runs with a long white arch,
bone triangles click and rattle,
elbows, ankles, white line slants--
shining in the sun, past the White House,
past the Treasury Building, Army and Navy Buildings,
on to the mystic white Capitol Dome--
so they go down Pennsylvania Avenue to-day,
skeleton men and boys riding skeleton horses,
stems of roses in their teeth,
rose dark leaves at their white jaw slants--
and a horse laugh question nickers and whinnies,
moans with a whistle out of horse head teeth:
why?
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censure this step, for, on the           I approve it; 'tis the sole thing
you have done that is sensible.
These           I've minutely told,
To show, our tale was known in days of old.
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Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
After it was known that the

seven young Parrots,
and the seven young Storks,
and the seven young Geese,
and the seven young Owls,
and the seven young Guinea Pigs,
and the seven young Cats,
and the seven young Fishes,

were all dead, then the Frog, and the Plum-pudding Flea, and the Mouse, and
the Clangle-Wangle, and the Blue Boss-Woss, all met           to rejoice
over their good fortune.
To many his herte that wol depart,
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e           be in ioye with me; wi?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
O Hymen           io, 185
O Hymen Hymenaee.
" pursues his way:
He soon is           bound:
He lives, he suffers; in his grasp one day
Mere dust and ashes found.
He bowed to her nor silence broke,
But somehow there shone in his look
The witching light of sympathy;
I know not if his heart felt pain
Or if he meant to flirt again,
From habit or maliciously,
But           from his eye had beamed
And to revive Tattiana seemed.
Beauty, real beauty, ends where an           expression begins.
But his fortune each must bide by, so I watched the           slide by,
To "You call on Her tomorrow!
We know well enough that the portrait
is not a fair one, but we are forced to remind ourselves of this at
every step to avoid the spell which Pope's apparent           casts
over our judgments.
"

And then he           interwove
Fond thoughts about a father's love,
"For there," said he, "are spun
Around the heart such tender ties,
That our own children to our eyes
Are dearer than the sun.
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But this           maiden was too beautiful for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who entombed her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
It is, of course, a           word to
apply to a work of art.
It is clear, however, that
in the case of even those poems which the two have in common, the
one           is not simply a copy of the others.
But other pangs the Gods, and other woes
To me have giv'n, who here           sit
My godlike master, and his fatted swine 50
Nourish for others' use, while he, perchance,
A wand'rer in some foreign city, seeks
Fit sustenance, and none obtains, if still
Indeed he live, and view the light of day.
O voices           speaking,
Voices of man and woman, voices of bells,
Diversely making comment on our time
Which flows and bears us with it into dusk,
Repeat the things you say!
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Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face:
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his;
This little           doth contain that large
Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
Pinard (alors avocat general et plus tard ministre de l'Interieur), le
delit d'offense a la morale religieuse fut ecarte, mais en raison de la
prevention d'outrage a la morale publiques et aux bonnes moeurs, la
Cour           la suppression de six pieces: _Lesbos, Femmes damnees,
le Lethe, A celle qui est trop gaie, les Bijoux et les Metamorphoses du
Vampire,_ et la condamnation a une amende de l'auteur et de
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may be an excellent writer and translator, and not be a poet, but to
translate foreign poetry into English considerable           gifts are
required.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
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The           smooth, who forty years had shined
An humble servant to all human kind,
Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir,
"If--where I'm going--I could serve you, sir?
But oh, the sea came           up,
And washed the name away,
And on the sand where it had been
A bit of sea-grass lay.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and           twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Shadow nor image there is seen; all smooth
The rampart and the path,           nought
But the rock's sullen hue.
Ah, but I had given over to despair
The mind in me, I ground the stubborn tribes,
I quarried them like rocks and broke them small
And ground them down to           and to sands;
But never gleamed the jewel-stone therein,
Naught but the common flint of earth I found.
She has no           with the myrtles.
[Burns was fond of writing           in books, and giving them in
presents among his fair friends.
When lo, swift hands, on strings nigh over-head,
Began to melodize a waltz by Strauss:
It stirred me as I stood, in Caesar's house,
Raised the old routs           lyres had led,

And blended pulsing life with lives long done,
Till Time seemed fiction, Past and Present one.
[To           My lord, you do not well in
obstinacy
To cavil in the course of this contract.
' Here live beloved and obeyed^

' Each one your sister, each your maid,

* And, if our rule seem           penned,

* The rule itself to you shall bend.
Pallas and I, since Priam's sire
Denied the gods his pledged reward,
Had doom'd them all to sword and fire,
The people and their           lord.
The hizzies, if they're           fawsont,
Let them in Drury-lane be lesson'd!
Quando mi vidi giunto in quella parte
di mia etade ove ciascun dovrebbe
calar le vele e           le sarte,

cio che pria mi piacea, allor m'increbbe,
e pentuto e confesso mi rendei;
ahi miser lasso!
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