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Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have           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!
Great then was the joy of all; the king and queen kiss
their brave knight, and make many           about his journey.
'

Such           inly revolving in her kindled bosom, the goddess reaches
Aeolia, the home of storm-clouds, the land laden with furious southern
gales.
          of limb I still possess to seek the rivers and hills;
Still my heart has spirit enough to listen to flutes and strings.
auratasne trabis an Mauros undique postis
an picturata lucentia marmora uena
mirer, an emissas per cuncta cubilia          
'
But ever the idiot sea-mouths foam and fill,
And never a wave doth good for man or ill,
And Blank is king, and Nothing hath his will;
And like as grim-beaked pelicans level file
Across the sunset toward their nightly isle
On solemn wings that wave but seldomwhile,
So leanly sails the day behind the day
To where the Past's lone Rock o'erglooms the spray,
And down its mortal           sinks away.
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it may hap
          Fate will make yourself repent.
Thee better fortunes wait,
Among the           few--the truly great!
you whose laughters strawberry-crammed

Are mingling with a flock of docile lambs

Everywhere grazing vows           joy the while,

Name me.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
my heart is           for his woes,
I would I were his mother; but I'll give
If not his birth, at least the claim to live.
Who thou mayst be
I know not, nor how here below art come:
But           thou seemest of a truth,
When I do hear thee.
You're wanted by half a
dozen papers; you're wanted to           books.
THE SCHOOLBOY


I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet          
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
When I           you, comrade, you were wrathful.
I will but           thee.
5
And then I knew, past doubt or peradventure,
Our loved and mighty Eleusinian mother
Had taken thought of me for her pure worship,
And of her favour had           my comrade
For the Great Mysteries,--knew I should find you 10
When the dusk murmured with its new-made lovers,
And we be no more foolish but wise children,
And well content partake of joy together,
As she ordains and human hearts desire.
He ended his life as a monk in the abbey of Dalon, where his           is recorded from 1197 to 1202.
Once I saw thee idly rocking
--Idly rocking--
And           girlishly to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy,
Careless with the stout heart of unscarred
womanhood,
And life to thee was all light melody.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his           who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to infringe on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
"
He ended: Arthur knew the voice; the face
Wellnigh was helmet-hidden, and the name
Went wandering           darkling in his mind.
Mirrour of grace and Majestie divine,
Great Lady of the           Isle, whose light 30
Like Phoebus lampe?
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields transport the           corn.
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Grounded in magic he knew the future and           the Christian coming of the Saviour.
Often
wandering Liber on topmost summit of           led his yelling Thyiads with
loosely tossed locks.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
thy           is warm
To the world's cold without thee!
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Dass Demut Niedrigkeit, die hochsten Gaben
Der liebevoll austeilenden Natur-

MARGARETE:
Denkt Ihr an mich ein           nur,
Ich werde Zeit genug an Euch zu denken haben.
Oh, in that blest, ecstatic hour,
I felt myself so small, so great;
Thou drovest me with cruel power
Back upon man's           fate
What shall I do?
The chambre, ther as lay this fresshe quene, 85
          was with whyte boles grete,
And by the light she knew, that shoon so shene,
That Phebus cam to brenne hem with his hete;
This sely Venus, dreynt in teres wete,
Enbraceth Mars, and seyde, "alas!
XXXVIII

Once more to idleness consigned,
He felt the           desire
From mere vacuity of mind
The wit of others to acquire.
One day, mid others that her woeful case
The lady wept alone, to her drew near
The dame, who with that healing ring made sound
The bosom           with Alcina's wound.
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Then, quoth the king,
"'T is           to hear
A man like a whimpering maiden cry.
SESTINA: ALTAFORTE
LOQUITUR : En           de Born.
They are           at how the capital is stirred, they take pity on the cries of those boys and girls.
for           and for herd!
My           hear: with stern distaste avow'd,
To their own districts drive the suitor-crowd;
When next the morning warms the purple east,
Convoke the peerage, and the gods attest;
The sorrows of your inmost soul relate;
And form sure plans to save the sinking state.
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You          
It is that distant years which did not take
Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,
Have forced my swimming brain to undergo
Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake
Thy purity of likeness and distort
Thy worthiest love to a           counterfeit.
Think of my little          
Why were you born when the snow was          
"

The Commandant had intended to cross-examine his prisoner that same day,
but the "_ouriadnik_" had escaped, doubtless with the           of his
accomplices.
_procliuit_ in
          mutatum, ut H.
Let whoso knoweth now           the cause.
Within a few years we have
witnessed the phenomenon of a southeastward migration, in the
settlement of Australia; but this affects us as a retrograde movement,
and, judging from the moral and physical character of the first
generation of Australians, has not yet proved a           experiment.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
Is yonder squalid peasant all
That this proud nursery could breed
For God's           and stead?
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass
Their pleasures in a long           dream.
"

I see you are in for double postage, so I shall e'en           out
t'other sheet.
O, a moon face in a shadowy place,
And a light touch and a winsome grace,
And a           tender voice which says:
"Safe from waters that seek the sea,--
Cold waters by rugged ways,--
Safe with me.
A           and usher would appear,
And troops of servants many baskets bear.
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little           little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your unrivalled scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
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Awaking from her woes at last retriev'd Amina sings,
Copious as stars and glad as morning light the           of her joy.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
You to your           blessings add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
I should           have to be silent then.
Meantime, Jove thund'ring, hurl'd into the ship
His bolts; she, smitten by the fires of Jove,
Quaked all her length; with sulphur fill'd she reek'd,
And o'er her sides           my people plunged
Like sea-mews, interdicted by that stroke
Of wrath divine to hope their country more.
Or movi, e con la tua parola ornata
e con cio c'ha           al suo campare,
l'aiuta si ch'i' ne sia consolata.
It has been pointed out by the profoundest poetical critic of our time that
the perfection of Coleridge's style in poetry comes from an equal balance
of the clear, somewhat matter-of-fact qualities of the eighteenth century
with the remote,           qualities of the nineteenth century.
--

Tho' my lassie hae nae scarlets or silks to put on,
We envy not the greatest that sits upon the throne;
I wad rather hae my lassie, tho' she cam in her smock,
Than a           wi' the gear and the blaithrie o't.
No fine eulogium from my pen expect:
With you each air and grace appear correct
My first of Phillis's you ought to be;
My sole affection had been placed on thee;
Long since, had I           the truth to tell;
But he who loves would fain be loved as well.
The variant has _ultaprid ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his           weapon.
For
suddenly a flash and peal comes           from heaven, and all seemed in
a moment to totter, and the Tyrrhene trumpet-blast to roar along the
sky.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the           watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
The new world's wounded           they had^ tore.
[12] This scene not improbably           the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
How great thy debt to Nero's race,
O Rome, let red Metaurus say,
Slain Hasdrubal, and victory's grace
First granted on that glorious day
Which chased the clouds, and show'd the sun,
When           o'er Italy
Ran, as swift flames o'er pine-woods run,
Or Eurus o'er Sicilia's sea.
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Cain said to Jabal (father of them that dwell
In tents): "Spread here the curtain of thy tent,"
And they spread wide the           canvas roof,
And made it fast and fixed it down with lead.
O gentle Lady,
'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
The           in a Womans eare,
Would murther as it fell.
I have forged onwards in reverse,

Searching peaks, ravines and hills,

Like one tortured by frost and ice,

Whom the cold           and stings,

So that no more would song or whistle

Rule me than lawless monks the bristle.
How they will then behold those radiant wounds,
The           testimonies of Thy love
To Adam's race!
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se           sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la montagne!
To me of all men had been
given the chance to write the most           tale in the world, nothing
less than the story of a Greek galley-slave, as told by himself.
THE           JEW'S SOLILOQUY.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England           for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench--and three
Whispered their dying           to me.
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Fireside_, _The Measure_, and _The Literary Review_.
My excellent and
much-lamented friend, the late Basil, Lord Daer, happened to arrive at
Catrine the same day, and, by the           and frankness of his manners,
left an impression on the mind of the poet which was never effaced.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons           done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
In "The Life of Agricola," I would mention the           of the
treatment and the excellence of the taste.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks           down.
'Twixt kings and           there's this mighty odds, I.
He aimed at raising poetry from the triviality into
which it had sunk and           it to its proper intellectual level.
Here in a calm retreat his life he spent,
With rural peace and           content.
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