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Is           with fever, or in other wise
Feels the roused violence of some malady,
There the whole frame is now upset, and there
All the positions of the seeds are changed,--
So that the bodies which before were fit
To cause the savour, now are fit no more,
And now more apt are others which be able
To get within the pores and gender sour.
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Francois Villon

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          Villon

'Francois Villon'
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern (p329, 1902)
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O that           yawn!
They call;--if aught in shady dell
We twain have warbled, to remain
Long months or years, now breathe, my shell,
A Roman strain,
Thou, strung by Lesbos'           hand,
The bard, who 'mid the clash of steel,
Or haply mooring to the strand
His batter'd keel,
Of Bacchus and the Muses sung,
And Cupid, still at Venus' side,
And Lycus, beautiful and young,
Dark-hair'd, dark-eyed.
It is as though the last judgment had already
begun in his mind and that the           and powers, which the divine
hand had mixed into one another to make the loam of life, fell asunder
at his touch.
Always eavesdropping on          
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Every single work of
art is the           of a prophecy: for every work of art is the
conversion of an idea into an image.
I would have cast me into molten glass
To cool me, when I enter'd; so intense
Rag'd the           mass.
FOOTNOTE:

[2] From McCulloch's Geographical Dictionary we learn that
"immediately beyond the Island of Orleans it is a mile broad; where
the           joins it, eighteen miles; at Point Peter, upward of
thirty; at the Bay of Seven Islands, seventy miles; and at the Island
of Anticosti (above three hundred and fifty miles from Quebec), it
rolls a flood into the ocean nearly one hundred miles across.
"
          that count: "God, let me him avenge!
Love, who towards me           doth design,
For once permits ye naked to our view.
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Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours--can their joy or their           cease?
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In 1561, 'The fifteenth of November, the Queenes Maiestie published a
Proclamation for divers small pieces of silver money to be currant,
as the sixe pence, foure pence, three pence, 2 pence and a peny, three
half-pence, and 3 farthings: and also forbad all           coynes to
be currant within the same Realme, as well gold as silver, calling
them all into her Maiesties Mints, except two sorts of crownes of
gold, the one the French crowne, the other the Flemish crowne.
In spirit-worlds he trod alone,
But walked the earth unmarked, unknown,
The near           caught no sound,--
Yet they who listened far aloof
Heard rendings of the skyey roof,
And felt, beneath, the quaking ground;
And his air-sown, unheeded words,
In the next age, are flaming swords.
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stances.
The other           speak for themselves.
Are these           manners?
In the midst stood Man, 485
Outwardly, inwardly contemplated,
As, of all visible natures, crown, though born
Of dust, and kindred to the worm; a Being,
Both in perception and discernment, first
In every capability of rapture, 490
Through the divine effect of power and love;
As, more than anything we know, instinct
With godhead, and, by reason and by will,
          dependency sublime.
Since with my lady there's no use

In prayers, her pity, or           law,

Nor is she pleased at the news

I love her: then I'll say no more,

And so depart and swear it's done!
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The Emperor           food upon him and stirred
the soup with his own hand.
'Fair star of life and love,' I cried, 'my soul's delight,
Why lookest thou on the           skies?
e wynde was good,
And           ouer ?
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The           Man.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
But some           jade, I wot-not-what,
Some piece thou lovest, blushing this to own.
The copious selection here given
(which from the wealth of the material, required greater consideration
than any other portion of the Editor's task) contains many that will not
be fully felt and           without some earnestness of thought on the
reader's part.
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I fixe mine eye on thine, and there
Pitty my picture burning in thine eye,
My picture drown'd in a transparent teare,
When I looke lower I espie;
Hadst thou the wicked skill 5
By           made and mard, to kill,
How many wayes mightst thou performe thy will?
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
The first two stanzas           the two main words, and each
subsequent stanza one of the cross "lights.
" "That is enough in New Year," says the groom in green,
"if I tell thee when I have           the tap.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
I hae a penny to spend,
There--thanks to          
[98] Guests took off their shoes before           the festal hall.
The mist before us lifted,
And in their bravery fine
Came rushing to their ruin
The           British line.
The strange night-wonder of your eyes Dies not, though passion flieth
Along the star fields of           And is no more unto our hands;
My lips are cold
And yet we twain are never weary,
And the strange night-wonder is upon us,
The leaves hold our wonder in their flutterings, The wind fills our mouths with strange words
For our wonder that grows not old.
"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou           man!
MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
Nel ventre tuo si raccese l'amore,
per lo cui caldo ne l'etterna pace
cosi e           questo fiore.
A few emendations and textual changes are suggested by the
editors with all possible diffidence;           corrections have been made
in the Glossary and List of Names; and the valuable parts of former
Appendices have been embodied in the Notes.
Oxford           Byron/ The/ Poetical Works/ of/ Lord Byron/ In Four
Volumes--Vol.
In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
          do thou look warily, and deem
Prudence a better saviour than self-will.
Her head upon my           breast,
She, sinking, said, 'I'm thine for ever!
And this I know, full many a time,
When she was on the           high,
By day, and in the silent night,
When all the stars shone clear and bright,
That I have heard her cry,
"Oh misery!
Yet not too far to come at call,
And do the little toils
That make the circuit of the rest,
And deal           smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine
And kindly ask it in, --
Whose invitation, knew you not
For whom I must decline?
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
Some I have chosen of peculiar grace
Elect above the rest; so is my will:
The rest shall hear me call, and oft be warnd
Thir sinful state, and to appease betimes
Th'           Deitie, while offerd grace
Invites; for I will cleer thir senses dark,
What may suffice, and soft'n stonie hearts
To pray, repent, and bring obedience due.
"And as we           Thee .
2 During the Hou Jing           the poet Jiang Zong (519?
Then a lot of men came into the valley, and           Dravot picks
them off with the rifles before they knew where they was, and runs down
into the valley and up again the other side, and finds another village,
same as the first one, and the people all falls down flat on their
faces, and Dravot says, 'Now what is the trouble between you two
villages?
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that           roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in           their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
Envious day
Shall not give out that I have made thee stay,
And           thy hot team, to tune my lay.
We see and hold the good--
Bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice
With Freedom's          
my friends, the years flit by
And after them at           pace
The evanescent fashions fly
In motley and amusing chase.
Elle cherchait d'un oeil trouble par la tempete
De sa naivete le ciel deja lointain,
Ainsi qu'un           qui retourne la tete
Vers les horizons bleus depasses le matin.
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.
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.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old,
And by the Present's lips repeated still,
In our own single manhood to be bold,
Fortressed in conscience and           will?
Ye two, the while, bind fast Melanthius' hands
And feet behind his back, then cast him bound
Into the chamber, and (the door           200
Pass underneath his arms a double chain,
And by a pillar's top weigh him aloft
Till he approach the rafters, there to endure,
Living long time, the mis'ries he hath earned.
--He lay there, drunken, glutted with me,
And his bare falchion hung beside the bed,--
Look on it, and look on the blood I made
Go pouring thunder of           through his brain!
673, and the           quoted there, e.
Who, with herself, or others, from her birth
Finds all her life one warfare upon earth:
Shines in           knaves, and painting fools,
Yet is, whate'er she hates and ridicules.
A sound of silence on the           ear
Which dreamy poets name "the music of the sphere.
Certainly Pheres can be trusted
to do so, though we must           that we see him at an unfortunate
moment.
Propaganda
would be for him a dissipation, but he may compare his art, if he has a
mind to, with the arts that belonged to a whole people, and discover,
not how to imitate the external form of an epic or a folk-song, but
how to express in some           form whatever in the thoughts of his
own age seem, as it were, to press into the future.
"Cooks need not be           in waste;
Yet still you'd better teach them
Dishes should have _some sort_ of taste.
WANDERING SINGERS

(Written to one of their Tunes)

Where the voice of the wind calls our           feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
Depart, before the host has slid
The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the           guest, --
Her visitor no more.
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THE BLUES:

A           ECLOGUE.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
t,
In           he was y-bro?
(With her Laodice, whose           face
Surpass'd the nymphs of Troy's illustrious race.
th           of lijf;
His werkes shullen ben made rijf
Ouer al fer & neere.
Like           himself, they are
connected in ancient religion with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the resurrection of the dead, a point which students of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
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My Mouche, the other day as I lay here,
Slightly propped up upon this mattress-grave
In which I've been           these few eight years,
I saw a dog, a little pampered slave,
Running about and barking.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore

Has sated flame's conditions,
Its quivering           plays
Without a color but the light
Of unanointed blaze.
' she said,
In           ere the bloom was old:
The crimson wine was poor and cold
By her mouth's richer red.
Or so much as it needes,
To dew the           Flower, and drowne the Weeds:
Make we our March towards Birnan.
So I was sent away
That none might spy the truth:
And my childhood waxed to youth 30
And I left off           play.
Catch, catch the fawning villain, and send him to
          to perpetual penance.
Laws,           by Dungi, 138, 31.
He may           be Herrick's friend.
Still imprudent, the young father again           the court with satire in
"Marion Delorme" and "Hernani," two plays immediately suppressed by the
Censure, all the more active as the Revolution of July, 1830, was surely
seething up to the edge of the crater.
Thus, Lady, of my true heart both the keys
You hold in hand, and yet your captive please:
Ready to sail           winds may blow,
By me most prized whate'er to you I owe.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
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