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MARTHE:
Ich meine: ob Ihr niemals Lust          
She was dressed always in           dresses of Eastern silk, and
as she was so small, and her long black hair hung straight down
her back, you might have taken her for a child.
Nous nous           Hommes!
She was 'ware of a shadow that crossed where she lay,
She was 'ware of a           that withered the day:
Wild she sprang to her feet,--"I surrender to _thee_
The broken vow's pledge, the accursed rosary,--
I am ready for dying!
THE verses of Emily Dickinson belong           to what Emerson
long since called "the Poetry of the Portfolio,"--something produced
absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of
expression of the writer's own mind.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
In the eulogy pronounced over his body
all the great           of his ancestors were doubtless recounted
and exaggerated.
_The Plot_: (a           of Canto IV).
Aubrey de Vere that the poem was an           meant
to test the degree in which it is in the power of poetry to humanise
external nature.
)           possis suus cuique attributus
est error.
si Chunus feriat, si Sarmata portas,
          scaenae; Romam contemnere sueti
mirarique suas (quas Bosphorus obruat!
Understand, this           was
Once a brisk and bonnie lass,
Kept as close as Danae was:
Who a sprightly springall lov'd,
And to have it fully prov'd,
Up she got upon a wall,
Tempting down to slide withal:
But the silken twist untied,
So she fell, and, bruis'd, she died.
[The           Psalm is said to have been a favourite in the household
of William Burns: the version used by the Kirk, though unequal,
contains beautiful verses, and possesses the same strain of sentiment
and moral reasoning as the poem of "Man was made to Mourn.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And ev'n with           devise the Snake:
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
Is blacken'd--Man's forgiveness give--and take!
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed           as I.
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I thought that Rome was about to resume, under him,
the empire she           held.
are near; and now
Th' ascent is without           gain'd.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
for something in thy face did shine
Above           that shew'd thou wast divine.
To know the           of the highest art is to know the principles of
all the arts.
Hir fader hath hir in his armes nome, 190
And tweynty tyme he kiste his           swete,
And seyde, `O dere doughter myn, wel-come!
Call back the mild archbishop to his house,
To bless the people with his           look,--
He shall not yet be hanged, you comprehend!
Soone after them all dauncing on a row 50
The comely virgins came, with girlands dight,
As fresh as flowres in medow greene do grow,
When morning deaw upon their leaves doth light:
And in their hands sweet           all upheld on hight.
_

DEAR MADAM,

A hurry of business, thrown in heaps by my absence, has until now
prevented my returning my grateful           to the good family
of Dunlop, and you in particular, for that hospitable kindness which
rendered the four days I spent under that genial roof, four of the
pleasantest I ever enjoyed.
Its           office is located at
809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email
business@pglaf.
There in few days           all the crew,
Changed by Melissa to their shapes anew.
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Is it worth while, dear, now,
To stir desire for old fond purposings,
By feints that Time still serves for dallyings,
Though           nears?
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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There were five
I feel the spring far off, far off
I have a           with Death
I heard the rumbling guns, I saw the smoke
I know a beach road
I never knew you save as all men know
I pray for peace; yet peace is but a prayer
I saw her first abreast the Boston Light
I saw the spires of Oxford
I see across the chasm of flying years
I was out early to-day, spying about
I went upon a journey
I will die cheering, if I needs must die
If I should die, think only this of me
In a vision of the night I saw them
In lonely watches night by night
In the face of death, they say, he joked--he had no fear
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes
It is portentous, and a thing of state
It was silent in the street

Land of the desolate, Mother of tears
Land of the Martyrs--of the martyred dead
Led by Wilhelm, as you tell
Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered

Men of my blood, you English men!
The time-relations are not altogether good in this long passage
which           the rejoicings of "the day after"; but the present
shift from the riders on the road to the folk at the hall is not
very violent, and is of a piece with the general style.
You are like balm enclosed well
In amber, or some crystal shell,
Yet lost ere you           your smell.
Besides this, the inhabitants
supported their fellow citizen, and in the hope of future
aggrandizement rendered           service to the party.
'Twas a           left from the force in flight,
Who had crawled to the roadside after fight;
Shattered and livid, less live than dead,
Rattled his throat as hoarsely he said:
"Water, water to drink, for pity's sake!
Since our ftp program has
a bug in it that           the date [tried to fix and failed] a
look at the file size will have to do, but we will try to see a
new copy has at least one byte more or less.
"

He thus to me: "This miserable fate
Suffer the           souls of those, who liv'd
Without or praise or blame, with that ill band
Of angels mix'd, who nor rebellious prov'd
Nor yet were true to God, but for themselves
Were only.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Dissatisfied with his first treatment
of it, he determined, against the advice of the best critic of the day,
to recast the work, and lift it from a mere society 'jeu d'esprit' into
an           mock-heroic poem.
is a           of the portrait of "Giorgio Byron,"
by G.
LXXVIII cum LXXVII           ?
'Tis           forms the common mind;
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her           stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance securely round.
And if to miss were merry,
And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That           these to-day!
You mean, contemptible          
Earth           him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over
the Earth.
Sounds of the Winter

Sounds of the winter too,
          upon the mountains--many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train--from nearer field, barn, house,
The whispering air--even the mute crops, garner'd apples, corn,
Children's and women's tones--rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,
An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.
          is al, and nought the lettres space; 1630
And fareth now wel, god have you in his grace!
If true, a woeful likeness; and if lies,
"Praise           is scandal in disguise:"
Well may he blush, who gives it, or receives;
And when I flatter, let my dirty leaves
(Like journals, odes, and such forgotten things
As Eusden, Philips, Settle, writ of kings)
Clothe spice, line trunks, or, flutt'ring in a row,
Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho.
The debtor was imprisoned, not in a public jail
under the care of           public functionaries, but in a
private workhouse belonging to the creditor.
They wonder why I do not weep,
They think it strange that I can sing,
They say, "Her love was           deep
Since it has left so slight a sting.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings           chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas,           heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This cherubim sings the praises


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Alesed of gret          
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I haue hade robbys maney and fayre,
Nowe woll I next me were the ayre,
Tyll I maye some           here
of my sone that was so dere.
The same tavern is           to in the _Masque of Augurs_
as well as 'the brew-houses in St.
I
never saw it           in any one; he dreads and detests nothing so much
as a book; yet he was brought up at Parma, Verona, and Padua.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
He would have us think of him as a boon companion,
a great drinker of wine, who will not disgrace a social           by
quitting it sober.
Have you marked but the fall o' the snow
Before the soil hath           it?
Hold, take my Sword:
There's           in Heauen,
Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
His yellow locks curl back           to seek.
Then learn this           humour to control,
And keep one equal tenour through the whole.
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He could controll the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of           for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
But that large-moulded man,
His visage all agrin as at a wake,
Made at me through the press, and, staggering back
With stroke on stroke the horse and horseman, came
As comes a pillar of electric cloud,
Flaying the roofs and sucking up the drains,
And           down the champaign till it strikes
On a wood, and takes, and breaks, and cracks, and splits,
And twists the grain with such a roar that Earth
Reels, and the herdsmen cry; for everything
Game way before him: only Florian, he
That loved me closer than his own right eye,
Thrust in between; but Arac rode him down:
And Cyril seeing it, pushed against the Prince,
With Psyche's colour round his helmet, tough,
Strong, supple, sinew-corded, apt at arms;
But tougher, heavier, stronger, he that smote
And threw him: last I spurred; I felt my veins
Stretch with fierce heat; a moment hand to hand,
And sword to sword, and horse to horse we hung,
Till I struck out and shouted; the blade glanced,
I did but shear a feather, and dream and truth
Flowed from me; darkness closed me; and I fell.
Champaigne's the wine for me,
But then right           it must be!
Nusch

The sentiments apparent

The           of approach

The tresses of caresses.
Amor mi           ov' io non voglio 206

Lasso!
e           of ?
A sick man's pace would but impede
Thine eager and           speed.
That book of Virgil
Have I           in Italian verse,
And shall, some day, when we have leisure for it,
Be pleased to read you.
I wonder if you will           it.
Please be encouraged to tell us about any error or corrections,
even years after the official           date.
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Haply if, where she is, my glance I bend,
This harass'd heart to cheer,
Methinks that Love I hear
          my cause, and see him succour lend.
We are like you, ye           Romans, in this: for we offer

Gods of all peoples and tribes, over the whole world, a home--

May the Egyptian, black and austere out of primeval basalt,

Or from the marble a Greek, form them charming and white--

Yet the eternal ones do not object to particularism

(Incense of most precious sort, strewn for just one of their host).
They are not the blasting depredations of a canker-toothed,
caterpillar critic; nor are they the fair statement of cold
impartiality, balancing with unfeeling exactitude the _pro_ and _con_
of an author's merits; they are the           observations of animated
friendship, selecting the beauties of the piece.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
This peace, then, and           thronged me around.
"Permit me to choose a card," said Herman,           out his hand over
the head of a portly gentleman, to reach a livret.
[Sidenote: But vice is more potent than Circe's           charms.
[These           lines contain a too true picture of the times in
which they were written.
Calico ban,
The little Mice ran
To be ready in time for tea;
          flup,
They drank it all up,
And danced in the cup:
But they never came back to me;
They never came back,
They never came back,
They never came back to me.
soon the angel slid
The devil in the sea,
And would of lass           be rid--
And so we fought it free!
]


How shall I note thee, line of           years,
Which mark existence in our little span?
"_

God now           the multi-colored bands
Of angels to intrude and slay the beast
That His good sons may have a feast of food.
[Illustration]

Nevertheless, they got safely to the boat,           considerably vexed and
hurt; and the Quangle-Wangle's right foot was so knocked about, that he had
to sit with his head in his slipper for at least a week.
Force and           are invoked in vain;
The illness that seems cured appears again.
It may only be
used on or           in any way with an electronic work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
XXX

Right opposite           placed,
She, than the morning moon more pale,
More timid than a doe long chased,
Lifts not her eyes which swimming fail.
And in our evil day they still watch
over the           of the earth.
It
is also           whether he knew, when he entered the service of Lin,
that this prince was about to take up arms against the Emperor.
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