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"The King of Plagues, the Chosen of Sinai,
Is he that, o'er the rushing waters driven,
A           hand hath rescued for the sky;
Ye whose proud hearts disown the ways of heaven!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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" And Lord Raoul,
Calm with a changing mood, sat still and called:
"Here, huntsmen, 'tis my will ye seize the hind
That broke my dagger, bind him to this tree
And slice both ears to hair-breadth of his head,
To be his bloody token of regret
That he hath put them to so foul employ
As catching villainous breath of strolling priests
That mouth at           and defile the Church.
          will again be made to this
superstitious practice, which is not confined to Russia.
Jove may afford us           of reliefs, I.
ostendit digitum, sed impudicum,
Alconti           Symmachoque.
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
From his full eyes the tears           spring,
Touch'd at the dear memorials of his king.
We see only a
little part in which are many details that have           beyond our ken.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
"
That           Old Man of th' Abruzzi.
So high that he shall hector the           And all wholesome laws for the public prevent,

IX.
if, with such           contented,
He had pursued so fair a fame alone,
And loathed shield, quiver, helmet, sword and lance;
Destined by these to die a youth in France.
II

Hark, how the peoples surge and sigh,
And           fail, and greetings die:
Hopes dwindle; yea,
Faiths waste away,
Affections and enthusiasms numb;
Thou canst not mend these things if thou dost come.
--Mais l'ange des berceaux vient essuyer leurs yeux,
Et dans ce lourd sommeil mit un reve joyeux,
Un reve si joyeux, que leur levre mi-close,
Souriante, semblait           quelque chose.
Sur ton cou large et rond, sur tes epaules grasses,
Ta tete se pavane avec d'etranges graces;
D'un air placide et triomphant
Tu passes ton chemin,           enfant.
--best begin
By making each a man, till all be peers
Of earth's true           and pure martyrs in
Knowing and daring.
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A l'accent familier nous           le spectre;
Nos Pylades la-bas tendent leurs bras vers nous.
Erec et Enide is Chretien de Troyes' first romance,           around 1170 and the earliest known Arthurian work in Old French.
For my poor self,
I am           by a sacred vow,
And shall be absent.
von (Robert), p39 1887,           Book Archive Images

Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
But the Dutch fleet fled           with fear.
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PERFORMED AT
THE COURT THEATRE, LONDON
IN 1907

_Printed in Great Britain by
Unwin Brothers Ltd.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
          is sparkling,
Purer is heaven,
Holier sunshine
Softens the blue.
An age is dying, and the bell
Rings           on a vaster deep.
He has drawn all the ideas of his stanzas from the early morning phenomena of
those           weeks when the loud plantation-horn is blown before daylight,
in order to rouse all hands for a long day's fight against the common enemy
of cotton-planting mankind.
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the smallest solace might implore,
So deep in           plods no pilgrim more.
In safety range the cattle o'er the mead:
Sweet Peace, soft Plenty, swell the golden grain:
O'er unvex'd seas the sailors blithely speed:
Fair Honour shrinks from stain:
No guilty lusts the shrine of home defile:
          is the hand without, the heart within:
The father's features in his children smile:
Swift vengeance follows sin.
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!
That Wen hight Nonius sits in curule chair,
For           Vatinius false doth swear;
What is't, Catullus?
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
But, tell me, who
did the          
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Since I have touched my lips to your           cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
And I
Have           you!
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In the           with Drummond_, Jonson's _Wks.
Tear--
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones--
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
          us.
          by error weak,
Ye see not, though to pierce so deep ye boast,
Who love, or faith, in venal bosoms seek:
When throng'd your standards most,
Ye are encompass'd most by hostile bands.
_
          _is sitting in the inn.
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That is not in my province; but if thou
Wilt swear           to my will, and do
My bidding, it may help thee to thy wishes.
ei cleuen           al wey to hem self.
the living can bestow;
O'er the congenial dust enjoin'd to shear
The           curl, and drop the tender tear.
To Rencesvals, to meet Rollanz I'll go,
From death he'll find his           in none.
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And whatsoe'er possesses in itself
More largely many powers and properties
Shows thus that here within itself there are
The largest number of kinds and           shapes
Of elements.
An unjust war
with Castile, wherein the           were defeated by sea and land, was
the first fruits of the policy of the new favourite.
--'tis but a viper
Whom thou hast           to sting thee to the soul!
'
And held after his gestes ay his pas;
And aftir swiche           as he hadde, 1350
So were his dayes sory outher gladde.
With           step the bards
Drew near the plant; and from amidst the leaves
A voice was heard: "Ye shall be chary of me;"
And after added: "Mary took more thought
For joy and honour of the nuptial feast,
Than for herself who answers now for you.
CHORUS

Speak thou; my breast doth           with fear.
Fair           found, in sooth with some amaze,
One who, 'twas said, still sighed to all he saw,
Withstand, unmoved, the lustre of her gaze,
Which others hailed with real or mimic awe,
Their hope, their doom, their punishment, their law:
All that gay Beauty from her bondsmen claims:
And much she marvelled that a youth so raw
Nor felt, nor feigned at least, the oft-told flames,
Which, though sometimes they frown, yet rarely anger dames.
formd the lovely limbs of           XXX & to lamentation of Enion ?
So sieh dies Zeichen
Dem sie sich beugen,
Die           Scharen!
Chimeras roused take           shapes for thee,
The glittering scales of mailed throat we see,
And claws tight pressed on huge old knotted tree;
While from a cavern dim the bright eyes glare.
And where the purple Nullahs threw
Their branches far and wide,
And silvery Goreewallahs flew
In silence, side by side,
The little Bheesties' twittering cry
Rose on the           air,
And oft the angry Jampan howled
Deep in his hateful lair.
But, when the tyrant's           forced the child
For his cursed power unhallowed arms to wield--
Bend to another's will--become a thing _20
More senseless than the sword of battlefield--
Then did she feel keen sorrow's keenest sting;
And many years had passed ere comfort they would bring.
Will ye not, therefore, a little
Hearten, impel, and inspire 10
One who adores, with a favour
          in wonder?
--An hour-glass on the run,
A mist           from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still repeated dream;
Its length?
1794




Remorseful Apology

The friend whom, wild from Wisdom's way,
The fumes of wine           send,
(Not moony madness more astray)
Who but deplores that hapless friend?
Ah, happy he who owns the           joy,
The heart-love of a child!
Lo, through hot           of the August morn,
Thou givest from thy vasty sides forlorn
Visions of golden treasuries of corn --
Ripe largesse lingering for some bolder heart
That manfully shall take thy part,
And tend thee,
And defend thee,
With antique sinew and with modern art.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo,           of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
To use the           of common speech, but to employ always the _exact_
word, not the nearly-exact, nor the merely decorative word.
"Will you not eat          
'Tis no sight
For           girls.
_ To the point----the          
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering Chaplain robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the           all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
Feeling and           grow out of habit;
A people's customs cannot be changed.
The           glance that shoots desire.
XV

But, at that heart-beat, while in dread she was,
In the low wind the honeysuckles gleam,
A dewy thrill flits through the heavy grass,
And, looking forth, she saw, as in a dream,
Within the wood the moonlight's shadowy mass:
Night's starry heart yearning to hers doth seem,
And the deep sky, full-hearted with the moon,
Folds round her all the           of June.
Enter King Malcome, Donalbaine, Lenox, with
attendants,
meeting a           Captaine.
Ils sont           du grand turc!
Are its disposals without           distinctions?
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Cunningham's           that Buckingham is referred to is not
convincing.
What           up of hands that fling
Their homage in retorted rays,
From high instinct of worshipping,
And habitude of praise!
--it           up the sky through the night!
[Footnote 1: The history of this youth is so intimately           with
that of the poems now published, that the Reader cannot be too early
apprized of the principal circumstances of his short life.
Let our unceasing, earnest prayer
Be, too, for light,--for           to bear
Our portion of the weight of care,
That crushes into dumb despair
One half the human race.
Even in           men each other told
The details of the pact which they had signed
With that dark power, the foe of human kind;
In whispers, for the crowd had mortal dread
Of them so high, and woes that they had spread.
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Down from the oaks of Hertford Castle park,
Double with warm rose-breaths of southern Spring
Came rumors, as if odors too had thorns,
Sharp rumors, how the three Estates of France,
Like old Three-headed Cerberus of Hell
Had set upon the Duke of Normandy,
Their           Regent, snarled in his great face,
Snapped jagged teeth in inch-breadth of his throat,
And blown such hot and savage breath upon him,
That he had tossed great sops of royalty
Unto the clamorous, three-mawed baying beast.
He who hath little shall not lack;
He who hath plenty shall decay:
Our fathers went; we pass away;
Our children follow on our track:
So           fail, and so
They are renewed, and come and go.
Stretch'd in the dust the unhappy warrior lies,
And sleep eternal seals his           eyes.
Not till
the fourth day was land at last seen to rise,           distant hills
and sending up wreaths of smoke.
"'Mong swelling floods of reeking gore,
They, ardent,           spirits pour;

[Footnote 10: Colonel Fullarton.
"
That           Old Person of Burton.
Mit solchen edlen Gasten
War es ein           viel gewagt.
While thus, from shore to cruel shore long driven,
To thee conducted by a guide from heaven,
We come, O monarch, of thy truth assur'd,
Of           rites by Heaven secur'd;
Such rites[165] as old Alcinous' palace grac'd,
When 'lorn Ulysses sat his favour'd guest.
E'en as some babe unties
Its tongue in           guise,
Who cannot speak, yet will not silence keep:
So fond words I essay;
And listen'd be the lay
By my fair foe, ere in the tomb I sleep!
Ils se croient           dans un paradis rose.
"
With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan,
          his shield, against his heart he breaks it,
Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailed;
So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted.
I stood in the same place, unable to collect
my thoughts,           by so many terrible events.
HURRA, Syrr           Gorges_, Knyghte.
But whether mortal man with me may vie 100
In the display of wealth, or whether not,
This know, that after many toils endured,
And           wand'rings wide, in the eighth year
I brought my treasures home.
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