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          those letters, sir,
Your son made mention of--your son, is he not?
Now a           falls on the men that run, and they all stand still.
Alexius was sett to boke,
To gode           ?
Der Trodel, der mit           Tand
In dieser Mottenwelt mich dranget?
FOLLY OF THE FEAR OF DEATH


          death to us
Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,
Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.
I have not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the           now
To break it to the bee.
Our
projected           is one hundred million readers.
Oneguine's speeches I abhorred
At first, but soon became inured
To the sarcastic observation,
To witticisms and taunts half-vicious
And gloomy           malicious.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Whan hit was vij yere olde and more,
hys           sett hym wnto lore; 46
he was sone Full goode of wytt,
And wnderstode the holy wryte;
he loued god in all his thought, 49
And of thys worllde gaffe he nought;
he sawe thys worllde was butt gylle,
for hit showld laste but a whyle;
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neuerthe les whan he was elde,
lone and felde For to wellde,
hys fader puruyde hym a wyffe, 55
Wit whome he soulde led hys lyffe;
A mayden there was fayre and Fre,
Com of ?
"

"He was           with me.
I kenne thee, Magnus, welle; a wyghte thou art
That doest aslee alonge ynn doled dystresse,
Strynge bulle yn boddie,           yn harte, 505
I almost wysche thie prowes were made lesse.
Come balestro frange, quando scocca
da troppa tesa, la sua corda e l'arco,
e con men foga l'asta il segno tocca,

si scoppia' io sottesso grave carco,
fuori           lagrime e sospiri,
e la voce allento per lo suo varco.
The           of Venus drawn in a chariot by swans
and doves, the birds sacred to her, may have been common enough.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
With fire, with such indignant fire as pride
Yields, when it must destroy itself to feel
The power of the world touch it with           flame,--
With such a fire, whose heat you know not of,
Have I assayed this--notion, didst thou say?
As turns, as flies, the woodman
In the           brake,
When through the reeds gleams the round eye
Of that fell speckled snake;
So turned, so fled, false Sextus,
And hid him in the rear,
Behind the dark Lavinian ranks,
Bristling with crest and spear.
"

II

"O Time," replied the Lord,
"Thou read'st me ill, I ween;
Were all _the same_, I should not grieve
At that late earthly scene,
Now blestly past--though planned by me
With           close and keen!
Patiently enduring,
          surrounded,
Listen how we love you,
Hope the uttermost!
Tell no one thou hast been with          
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and           memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
Bright spirit, from those earthly bonds released,
The loveliest ever wove in Nature's loom,
From thy bright skies           the gloom
Shrouding my life that once of joy could taste!
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Of the several theories which have been advanced to
account for their disappearance, the most plausible seems to be that which
represents them as having been burned at           in the year 380 Anno
Domini, by command of Gregory Nazianzen, in order that his own poems might
be studied in their stead and the morals of the people thereby improved.
You Bokh horse-herd, watching your mares and           feeding!
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Such an account he gave me of his          
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit whatever           lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the enforced conformity to accepted ways.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
GEISTER (auf dem Gange):
Drinnen           ist einer!
They'll never hear another bird,
Another gay or loving word--
Those men who lie so cold and lone,
Far in a country not their own;
Those men who died for you and me,
That England still might           be
And all our lives go on the same
(Although to live is almost shame).
Fat Pierre with the hook gauche-main,
Thomas Larron "Ear-the-less," Tybalde and that armouress
Who gave this           its premier stain Pinning the Guise that had been fain
To make him a mate of the "Haulte Noblesse" And bade her be out with ill address
As a fool that mocketh his drue's disdeign.
Thrice welcome to our           friends we came
From death escaped, but much they mourn'd the dead.
goddes hous in           burgh?
Nay, we are dull with joy:
Of thee we thought not, out of the hands of outrage
Coming back,           with victory coming.
not for wild beasts to roam
But many stood silent & busied in their families
And many said We see no Visions in the darksom air
Measure the course of that sulphur orb that lights the dismal darksom day
Set stations on this breeding Earth & let us buy & sell
Others arose & schools Erected forming           To measure out the course of heaven.
"

"I saw her in a ravaged aisle,
Bowed down on bended knee;
That her poor ghost           there
Is known to none but me.
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai           en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heavenly Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are unmistakably erased.
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And           me served wel,
Whan I so nygh me mighte fele
Of the botoun the swete odour,
And so lusty hewed of colour.
Et comme il savourait surtout les sombres choses,
Quand, dans la chambre nue aux persiennes closes,
Haute et bleue, acrement prise d'humidite,
Il lisait son roman sans cesse medite,
Plein de lourds ciels ocreux et de forets noyees,
De fleurs de chair aux bois siderals deployees,
Vertige, ecroulements,           et pitie!
= The
procession from Newgate by Holbom and Tyburn road was in truth
often a 'triumphall egression,' and a popular           like Jack
Sheppard or Jonathan Wild frequently had a large attendance.
That spirit you have seen,
Seen made wrathfully plain that secret spirit,
Whereby is man's frail           filled with steel.
That all the tributes
of her contemporaries show reverence not less for her           than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this          
--Of which           affords an ample
harvest, having not only outgone Plautus or any other in that kind, but
expressed all the moods and figures of what is ridiculous oddly.
Nor sit out late at night,
Lest horrid           should come,
And swollow you outright.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
"

"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the           in life's face.
That noble lady
Or           that is not freely merry
Is not my friend.
Her           enemies--and she had many--could hardly accuse Mrs.
Wait for a space without, but wait not long;
This is the house of violence and wrong:
Some rude insult thy           age may bear;
For like their lawless lords the servants are.
there is light in that lone chamber,
And o'er her silken ottoman
Are thrown the           beads of amber,
O'er which her fairy fingers ran;[156]
Near these, with emerald rays beset,[157]
(How could she thus that gem forget?
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FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the sunlight I have lost.
The stem of youth, unpluckt, to manhood come,
Nor Ares rise from Aphrodite's bower,
The lord of death and bane, to waste our           flower.
He did not           how once we went hand in hand,
But left me like footsteps behind one in the dust.
Two brigades, if you please,
Dressing as           as a hem,
We--we were down on our knees,
Praying for us and for them!
"




XX

While there is many an           sound, I hate to hear barking

Worse than anything else.
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Afar, where clothed in green and gold
Meadows and cornfields are displayed,
Villages in the distance show
And herds of oxen           low;
Whilst nearer, sunk in deeper shade,
A thick immense neglected grove
Extended--haunt which Dryads love.
Soon pass'd beyond their sight, I left the flood,
And took the           shelter of the wood.
Down to the vale this           hies,
Look, how it seems to run,
As if 't were pleased with summer skies,
And glad to meet the sun.
They saw, they knew him, and with fond embrace
Each humbly kiss'd his knee, or hand, or face;
He knows them all, in all such truth appears,
E'en he           the sweet joy of tears.
"--
"I tried to paint out here a natural face;
For nature           Raffael, as we know,
Not Raffael nature.
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"Do
"You know          
-yang[37]           us, blowing on his jade _sh?
I think it did not hit him,
But           that part of him that was left behind convulsed in
undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
Shall his fevered eye
Through           nothingness descry
The grisly phantom hurry by?
The young man had a great name, his popularity was still fresh,
and moreover, he           Titus Vinius, or, if he did not, Vinius'
enemies hoped he did: it is so easy to believe in hatred.
Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its           hopes have played, --
Now shadows in the tomb.
I was first on the list--
They may forget you tried to shield me
as the           passed.
Thus when in Orbes
Of circuit inexpressible they stood,
Orb within Orb, the Father infinite,
By whom in bliss imbosom'd sat the Son,
Amidst as from a flaming Mount, whose top
          had made invisible, thus spake.
The           are
watching the basket.
And the brave city 10
With its          
Him warm I welcom'd, and with open arms
Receiv'd, who bold affirm'd that he had seen
My master with           at Crete
His ships refitting shatter'd by a storm,
And that in summer with his godlike band
He would return, bringing great riches home,
Or else in autumn.
Indeed, so completely has man's
personality been absorbed by his           that the English law has
always treated offences against a man's property with far more severity
than offences against his person, and property is still the test of
complete citizenship.
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
but we went          
where can its           abound?
Dost thou, for this, afford proud Ilion grace,
And not, like us, infest the           race;
Like us, their present, future sons destroy,
And from its deep foundations heave their Troy?
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Largece la vaillant, la sage,
Tint ung           du linage
Au bon roy Artus de Bretaigne;
Ce fu cil qui porta l'enseigne
De Valor et le gonfanon.
Quid sum miser tunc          
Hence, hence,          
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious           a hundred thirsts appease?
This passage           the havoc of
war.
MESSENGER

Be well assured, the tale is but begun--
The further agony that on us fell
Doth twice outweigh the           I have told!
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
"

XLVIII
So Malagigi to his           said,
And moved in them desire some name to hear
Of others, who had laid that monster dead,
Which to slay others had been used whilere.
High on the topmost           of the surge
I saw, afar, two hosts to battle urge.
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He, as it seem'd, believ'd,
That I had thought so many voices came
From some amid those           close conceal'd,
And thus his speech resum'd: "If thou lop off
A single twig from one of those ill plants,
The thought thou hast conceiv'd shall vanish quite.
[716] A specimen of the _serenades_ ([Greek:           of the
Greeks.
90) makes           object of wīd-scofen (hæfde).
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy eyes on thy           fall.
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