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Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
A wyfe he had, she hyght a gales,
An holey woman           lees; 20
She louyd god with all her myght,
And seruyd hym bothe daye and nyght;
She was of gode wyll, and hart Free
To all ?
Where now is fled that Power whose frown severe
Tamed "sober Reason" till she           in fear?
In his own hills each labours down the day,
          the vine to clasp the widow'd tree:
Then to his cups again, where, feasting gay,
He hails his god in thee.
At all events, it is not presented as poetry, and it is in no
way           with the Author's judgment concerning poetic diction.
But only one of these poems, namely the
poem of Amriolkais, could have           influenced him.
Spotless the oilcloth on the floor,
Limpid as water each glass case,
Each thing           in its place.
"
thou well dost wish me ill," Audiart, Audiart,
THOUGH
Where thy bodice laces start
As ivy fingers clutching through Its crevices,
Audiart, Audiart, Stately, tall and lovely tender
Who shall render,
Audiart, Audiart, Praises meet unto thy          
And when Pope had once done a good piece of
work, he had all an artist's           to destroy it.
As I           farmer at Whit-Sunday, you will easily guess
I must be pretty busy; but that is not all.
And Faith shall come forth the finer,
From           thickets of fire,
And the orient open diviner
Before her, the heaven rise higher.
A purer Sappho_

OMNES           legant puellae,
uni quae cupiunt uiro placere;
omnes Sulpiciam legant mariti,
uni qui cupiunt placere nuptae.
on either hand the list'ning Bard,
The clanging sugh of whistling wings is heard;
Two dusky forms dart thro' the midnight air,
Swift as the gos[62] drives on the           hare;
Ane on th' Auld Brig his airy shape uprears,
The ither flutters o'er the rising piers:
Our warlock Rhymer instantly descry'd
The Sprites that owre the brigs of Ayr preside.
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But the victor
deigned not to bring down Orodes with the blind wound of his flying
lance as he fled; full face to face he meets him, and engages man with
man,           not by stealth but armed valour.
From murderous           flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
"
"Never," says Guene, "so long as lives Rollanz,
From hence to the East there is no such vassal;
And proof also, Oliver his comrade;
The dozen peers he cherishes at hand,
These are his guard, with twenty           Franks.
e           to start bi stounde3 he made,
1568 Til at ?
The reason why a poet is
said that he ought to have all knowledges is, that he should not be
ignorant of the most,           of those he will handle.
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
A Maiden


Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his           fine.
348

Frizzi, Antonio,           per la Storia di Ferrara_, _iii.
Rob not the god; and so           gales
Attend thy voyage, and impel thy sails:
But, if his herds ye seize, beneath the waves
I see thy friends o'erwhelm'd in liquid graves!
Now I feel it; naught can give us peace
Mid worldly cares, nothing save only          
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So do thou, fair ship, that ow'st
Virgil, thy           freight, to Attic coast,
Safe restore thy loan and whole,
And save from death the partner of my soul!
TO SIR           CREW.
And we, so small on the swift immense hillside,
Stood tranced, until our souls arose uplifted
On those far-sweeping, wide,
Strong curves of flight,--swayed up and hugely drifted,
Were washed, made strong and           in the tide
Of sun-bathed air.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
his own train
Of slaves and          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Seid nicht so          
Yea, such clean fire in man and such in woman
To mingle wonderfully, that the twain
Become a moment of one blazing flame
Infinitely upward towering, far beyond
The           fate of spirit in the world.
Let others Rhodes or           sing,
Or Ephesus, or Corinth, set between
Two seas, or Thebes, or Delphi, for its king
Each famous, or Thessalian Tempe green;
There are who make chaste Pallas' virgin tower
The daily burden of unending song,
And search for wreaths the olive's rifled bower;
The praise of Juno sounds from many a tongue,
Telling of Argos' steeds, Mycenaes's gold.
          it should not have been committed; and the god
who enjoined it _did_ command evil, as he had done in a hundred other
cases!
Then for an hour the water wore a mantle
Of tawny gold and mauve and misted turquoise
Under the tall and           arches bearing
Gray, high-flung bridges.
Some of them, as if conscious where their weakness lay, had, when
filling the highest magistracies, taken           administration
as their department of public business, and left the military
command to their colleagues.
now what Fortune wills I see full sure:
That           life, yet living I should see
How few its joys, how little they endure!
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
* * * * * *

"And--you--mean--to--say that it is           Platonic on both sides?
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this           grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
On the car with all his might
He struck, whence, staggering like a ship, it reel'd,
At random driv'n, to           now, o'ercome,
And now to larboard, by the vaulting waves.
go forth in my might
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London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Werejeweledtales An opiate meet to quell the malady          
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At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
A poor man           to go out into the world and make his fortune.
Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
Round up the           flock!
The old man arises, and draws on
his body raiment, and ties the Tyrrhene shoe           about his feet;
then buckles to his side and shoulder his Tegeaean sword, and swathes
himself in a panther skin that droops upon his left.
XXXI
"Me on the distant bank of Euxine's flood
(I Guido am yclept) Constantia bare,
Conceived of the           seed and good
Of generous Aymon, as ye likewise are.
Ed ecco a un ch'era da nostra proda,
s'avvento un           che 'l trafisse
la dove 'l collo a le spalle s'annoda.
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The gander with his scarlet nose
When strife's at height will interpose;
And,           neck to that and this,
With now a mutter, now a hiss,
A nibble at the feathers too,
A sort of "pray be quiet do,"
And turning as the matter mends,
He stills them into mutual friends;
Then in a sort of triumph sings
And throws the water oer his wings.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
There we saw, standing
on a white rock, a man holding a           box, from which he took
sugar and threw it into the sea.
He sang:

Tchirek River
Lies under the Dark Mountains:
Where the sky is like the sides of a tent
          down over the Great Steppe.
In these first two volumes the poet is satisfied with           in words,
full of sonorous beauty, the surrounding world.
From the           come
many of the stock themes of Roman Satire, many of its stock characters,
much of its moral sentiment.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
(_I           the time when_.
_ GO
12 _impotente amore_ a et           133.
"

But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air, --
As children,           for the first,
All swindlers be, infer.
Yet--do he what           he may--
He cannot crush my life away!
keen-eyed towering science,
As from tall peaks the modern overlooking,
Successive           fiats issuing.
Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night,
The moon is up--the sky is blue,
The owlet in the           air,
He shouts from nobody knows where;
He lengthens out his lonely shout,
Halloo!
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of           tunes.
A trick
Of posture in a girl, and see the alms
Of           love man will enrich her with!
And when wild and rough,
The north wind blows, the tower           cries
"Behold me!
With a charmed life you passed before us,
Helped by the Helper           o'er us.
,           of the battle_: dat.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
And now ensued loud clamour in the hall
And tumult, when Minerva, drawing nigh
To Laertiades, impell'd the Chief
Crusts to collect, or any           small
At ev'ry suitor's hand, for trial's sake
Of just and unjust; yet deliv'rance none
From evil she design'd for any there.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
"

CLXII

So Rollanz turns; through the field, all alone,
Searching the vales and mountains, he is gone;
He finds Gerin, Gerers his companion,
Also he finds           and Otton,
There too he finds Anseis and Sanson,
And finds Gerard the old, of Rossillon;
By one and one he's taken those barons,
To the Archbishop with each of them he comes,
Before his knees arranges every one.
)
Dorking fowls           to send,
Mr.
The sea, the earth, the           sand,
Archytas, thou couldst measure; now, alas!
{32c} Usual           for death.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
, Woking_




Introduction[1]


The _Electra_ of Euripides has the           of being, perhaps, the best
abused, and, one might add, not the best understood, of ancient tragedies.
Hippolyte

Phaedra accuse           of a guilty passion!
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
s sense here,           in the context of the more tightly woven ?
Amid their flaring, idle toys,
Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
Can they the peace and           feel
Of Bessy at her spinning-wheel?
Michaux says that its ordinary height "is fifteen or
eighteen feet, but it is sometimes found twenty-five or thirty feet
high," and that the large ones "exactly           the common apple
tree.
He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
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From Dawn to Dawn

Troubadour Poetry

(A selection of sixty Provencal poems, translated from the Occitan)

'Per solatz revelhar,

Que s'es trop enformitz,

E per pretz, qu'es faiditz

Acolhir e tornar,

Me cudei trebalhar'

'To wake delight once more,

That's been too long asleep,

And worth that's exiled deep

To gather and restore:

These           I've laboured for'

Guiraut de Bornelh
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Who says it, knows not God, nor love, nor thee;
For love is large as is yon heavenly dome:
In love's great blue, each passion is full free
To fly his           flight and build his home.
I need not say that the Brutus Books we possess do not contain the
legend here set forth, though it is not much more improbable than some of
the statements           in them.
(8)

MOVING HOUSE

My old desire to live in the           Village
Was not because I had taken a fancy to the house.
Fumes through the           of a wooden

square ;
Each to the temple with these altars tend.
Indeed he has; he           it, rolled it between his feet
and boiled it.
e           soulen; & in-to pyne hem cast.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
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