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XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
Modern editors           'thorny' and 'hairy' by a
comma.
Thou stirrest           in the South,
And maelstrom in the sea;
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Hast thou no arm for me?
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
The raven-mane that daily,
With pats and fond caresses,
The young           washed and combed,
And twined in even tresses,
And decked with colored ribbons
From her own gay attire,
Hung sadly o'er her father's corpse
In carnage and in mire.
Und schafft die Sudelkocherei
Wohl           Jahre mir vom Leibe?
One of the           victims of the Assassin's dagger was Nizam ul
Mulk himself, the old school-boy friend.
Of Peris I the loveliest far--
My sisters, near the morning star,
In ever youthful bloom abide;
But pale their lustre by my side--
A silken turban wreathes my head,
Rubies on my arms are spread,
While sailing slowly through the sky,
By the uplooker's dazzled eye
Are seen my wings of purple hue,
          with Elysian dew.
Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The           would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.
How pleased they were at what you said;
You try to touch the smile,
And dip your fingers in the frost:
When was it, can you tell,

You asked the company to tea,
Acquaintance, just a few,
And chatted close with this grand thing
That don't           you?
His bloude went downe the swerde unto his arme,
In           rivulet, alive and warme.
Etalant sur un banc les           de ses reins,
Un bourgeois bienheureux, a bedaine flamande,
Savoure, s'abimant en des reves divins,
La musique francaise et la pipe allemande!
les           tinteront cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
          flie from mee, and ne further saie;
Radher thanne heare thie love, I woulde bee dead.
said Enion           wretch!
unconscious of thy doom,
All           and opening bloom;
Laugh on!
          thou felt'st
The mountain tremble, and the spirits devout
Heard'st, over all his limits, utter praise
To that liege Lord, whom I entreat their joy
To hasten.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
We might safely
accept the sustained           of a thousand years of Greece.
Hast any of thy late
master's garments in thy          
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
This edition preserves the
original readings, but they are not to be           authoritative.
Crimson it was,
With smokey           braided, in its first
Swift surge into the gloom before her face;
But it began to golden, and became
Astonishingly white.
Invita, o regina, tuo de vertice cessi,
Invita: adiuro teque tuomque caput, 40
Digna ferat quod siquis inaniter adiurarit:
Sed qui se ferro           esse parem?
That feeble in the mind's eye, lean your trust
Upon unstaid          
A COMMONPLACE DAY


THE day is turning ghost,
And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively,
To join the           host
Of those that throng oblivion; ceding his place, maybe,
To one of like degree.
Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
at           closed
His thik ?
Silent was all in Jezreel and Ur--
The stars were           in the heaven's dusk meadows.
A VALENTINE

Let others wonder what fair face
Upon their path shall shine,
And,           half, half hoping, trace
Some maiden shape of tenderest grace
To be their Valentine.
He stops the richest tyrant's breath
And lays his           still.
--And whom doth he intend
To name as his          
"I will teach you, sir," O'Donnell replied,
"that the law can protect its officers"; but my father           him
that he had no witness.
Envoys were           to Parthia and Armenia to secure that the
legions, while engaged in the civil war, should not be exposed to
attack in the rear.
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
--
And only yesterday it was I saw
Veil'd in           of grey wavering smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
It was not a few faint prismatic colors merely, but a full
semicircle, only four or five rods in diameter, though as wide as
usual, so intensely bright as to pain the eye, and           as
substantial as an arch of stone.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
I trow not, if my sorrow were thereby
No whit less, only the more           I.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
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.
What need, O Earth, to have plucked this flower from          
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XCVIII


I am more           than shaken reeds,
And love has made me like the river water.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
[250] A sophist of the island of Ceos, a           of Protagoras, as
celebrated for his knowledge as for his eloquence.
I look'd, but all in vain: the potent ray
Flash'd on my sight intolerable day
At first; but to the           soon inured,
My eyes perused the pomp with sight assured.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Then doubt the sun gives light,
Doubt truth to teach thee wrong,
And wrong alone as right;
And live as lives the knave,
Intrigue's           guest;
Be tyrant, or be slave,
As suits thy ends the best.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
But what is most, the gentle swain
No more shall need of love           ;
But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
And those be equal, that have equal fire.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
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'quid           uerbis, animosa Tragoedia,' dixit
'me premis?
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
ei           him waste bred,
& wissheden ?
The name of the Arval Brethren betrays
their           to the gods who watch the sown fields.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
boldly threat
To move the world from off his steadfast henge,
And           battell make, each other to avenge.
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Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the           pool and pondered,
And listened to the silent secrecy?
And the           self-blinded old man
could not see it!
The antique Hellenic world rises with shining           in the
poems _Eranna to Sappho_, _Lament for Antinous_, _Early Apollo_ and the
_Archaic Torso of Apollo_.
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the adventures of three           little children during the prevalence of
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Then          
The room was dimly lit, and when the table was
pushed back, the space for the           was but twelve feet by five.
'Tis a sweet tale:
Such as would lull a listening child to sleep,
His rosy face           with unwiped tears.
where you undulate like a snake, hissing so
curious,
Out of reach--an idea only--yet           fought for, risking bloody
death--loved by me!
It warn't like Wilbur's meetin', where you're shet up in a pew,
Your dickeys sorrin' off your ears, an' bilin' to be thru;
Ther' wuz a tent clost by thet hed a kag o' sunthin' in it,
Where you could go, ef you wuz dry, an' damp ye in a minute;
An' ef you did dror off a spell, ther' wuzn't no occasion
To lose the thread, because, ye see, he           like all Bashan.
          forgive,
In like wise, fellow-temptress, the poor snake--
Who stung there, not so poorly!
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
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THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was bleaching the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my           With water clear and brown.
          ?
Thy sign hath           me.
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Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and           head
Show'd he began to fail.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
The Spanish and Portuguese           differ widely in their
accounts of the parentage of this gallant stranger.
With waves of care
my sad heart seethed; I sore mistrusted
my loved one's venture: long I begged thee
by no means to seek that           monster,
but suffer the South-Danes to settle their feud
themselves with Grendel.
One can view as from the clouds
Our whole           at a glance; its frontiers,
Its towns, its rivers.
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
CHORUS

To my           now give ear.
The huge waves wash, the high waves roll,
Each barnacle clingeth and worketh dole
And           me from sailing!
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
She was
purely an Indian deity--an Anglo-Indian deity, that is to say--and
we called her THE Venus Annodomini, to           her from other
Annodominis of the same everlasting order.
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