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qu'ont donc crie ces entrecotes
Ces grands pates ces os a moelle et mirotons
Langues de feu ou sont-elles mes pentecotes
Pour mes pensees de tous pays de tous les temps


CHANTRE

Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines


CREPUSCULE

A Mademoiselle Marie Laurencin

Frolee par les ombres des morts
Sur l'herbe ou le jour s'extenue
L'arlequine s'est mise nue
Et dans l'etang mire son corps

Un charlatan crepusculaire
Vante les tours que l'on va faire
Le ciel sans teinte est constelle
D'astres pales comme du lait

Sur les treteaux l'arlequin bleme
Salue d'abord les spectateurs
Des sorciers venus de Boheme
Quelques fees et les enchanteurs

Ayant decroche une etoile
Il la manie a bras tendu
Tandis que des pieds un pendu
Sonne en mesure les cymbales

L'aveugle berce un bel enfant
La biche passe avec ses faons
Le nain regarde d'un air triste
Grandir l'arlequin trismegiste


ANNIE

Sur la cote du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose

Une femme se promene souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordee de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons

Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vetements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux a mon veston
La dame et moi suivons presque le meme rite


LA MAISON DES MORTS

A Maurice Raynal

S'etendant sur les cotes du cimetiere
La maison des morts l'encadrait comme un cloitre
A l'interieur de ses vitrines
Pareilles a celles des boutiques de modes
Au lieu de sourire debout
Les mannequins grimacaient pour l'eternite

Arrive a Munich depuis quinze ou vingt jours
J'etais entre pour la premiere fois et par hasard
Dans ce cimetiere presque desert
Et je claquais des dents
Devant toute cette bourgeoisie
Exposee et vetue le mieux possible
En attendant la sepulture

Soudain
Rapide comme ma memoire
Les yeux ses rallumerent
De cellule vitree en cellule vitree
Le ciel se peupla d'une apocalypse
Vivace

Et la terra plate a l'infini
Comme avant Galilee
Se couvrit de mille mythologies immobiles
Un ange en diamant brisa toutes les vitrines
Et les morts m'accosterent
Avec des mines de l'autre monde

Mais leur visage et leurs attitudes
Devinrent bientot moins funebres
Le ciel et la terre perdirent
Leur aspect fantasmagorique

Les morts se rejouissaient
De voir leurs corps trepasses entre eux et la lumiere
Ils riaient de voir leur ombre et l'observaient
Comme si veritablement
C'eut ete leur vie passee

Alors je les denombrai
Ils etaient quarante-neuf hommes
Femmes et enfants
Qui embellissaient a vue d'oeil
Et me regardaient maintenant
Avec tant de cordialite
Tant de tendresse meme
Que les prenant en amitie

Tout a coup
Je les invitai a une promenade Loin des arcades de leur maison

Et tous bras dessus bras dessous
Fredonnant des airs militaires
Oui tous vos peches sont absous
Nous quittames le cimetiere

Nous           la ville
Et rencontrions souvent
Des parents des amis qui se joignaient
A la petite troupe des morts recents
Tous etaient si gais
Si charmants si bien portants
Que bien malin qui aurait pu
Distinguer les morts des vivants

Puis dans la campagne
On s'eparpilla
Deux chevau-legers nous joignirent
On leur fit fete
Ils couperent du bois de viorne
Et de sureau
Dont ils firent des sifflets
Qu'ils distribuerent aux enfants

Plus tard dans un bal champetre
Les couples mains sur les epaules
Danserent au son aigre des cithares

Ils n'avaient pas oublie la danse
Ces morts et ces mortes
On buvait aussi
Et de temps a autre une cloche
Annoncait qu'un autre tonneau
Allait etre mis en perce
Une morte assise sur un banc
Pres d'un buisson d'epine-vinette
Laissait un etudiant
Agenouille a ses pieds
Lui parler de fiancailles

Je vous attendrai
Dix ans vingt ans s'il le faut
Votre volonte sera la mienne

Je vous attendrai
Toute votre vie
Repondait la morte

Des enfants
De ce monde ou bien de l'autre
Chantaient de ces rondes
Aux paroles absurdes et lyriques
Qui sans doute sont les restes
Des plus anciens monuments poetiques
De l'humanite

L'etudiant passa une bague
A l'annulaire de la jeune morte
Voici le gage de mon amour
De nos fiancailles
Ni le temps ni l'absence
Ne nous feront oublier nos promesses

Et un jour nous auront une belle noce
Des touffes de myrte
A nos vetements et dans vos cheveux
Un beau sermon a l'eglise
De longs discours apres le banquet
Et de la musique
De la musique

Nos enfants
Dit la fiancee
Seront plus beaux plus beaux encore
Helas!
In graduated blocks of six feet square
From golden base to top, from earth to air
Their ever           monstrous steps they bore.
Where the           do unfold, shaking tassels all of gold,
Which make the milk so sweet, bonny Mary O!
Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,
The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength
Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,
Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,
And beate them           home.
THE trial o'er, a gallows treble-faced,
Was, for their swinging, in the market placed,
ONE of the three harangued the mob around,
(His speech was for the others also found)
Then, 'bout their necks the halters being tied,
Repentant and confessed the           died.
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Avoit non, revi devers destre,
Qui estoit auques d'autel estre
Cum ces deus et d'autel feture;
Bien           male creature, 160
Et despiteuse et orguilleuse,
Et mesdisant et ramponeuse.
I had a brother once: the           peer
Set out from Holland's isle, our natal ground,
To serve Heraclius, 'mid his knights arrayed,
Who then the Grecian empire's sceptre swayed.
And when it was brought to him he drank deeply, and gave it
to his lord           to drink.
Yet even when there enmeshed with tangled feet,
Still canst thou scape the danger-lest indeed
Thou           in the way of thine own good,
And overlookest first all blemishes
Of mind and body of thy much preferred,
Desirable dame.
It is good to wipe out all the wretch's
traces, and the           orders thus.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
The           is to Suzong.
          (_as in text_); Tn.
Fone says, those mighty           he does wear
Are twigs of birch, and willow, growing there:
If so, we'll think too, when he does condemn
Boys to the lash, that he does whip with them.
His           had prepared him for this
love.
Unheard           counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is illuminated by the dying embers.
          bore me.
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1695
Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem           felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe,
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse, 1700
And bitterly the dayes light they curse.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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'Twas when the stacks get on their winter hap,
And thack and rape secure the toil-won crap;
Potatoe-bings are snugged up frae skaith
O' coming Winter's biting, frosty breath;
The bees, rejoicing o'er their summer toils,
Unnumber'd buds an' flow'rs' delicious spoils,
Seal'd up with frugal care in massive waxen piles,
Are doom'd by Man, that tyrant o'er the weak,
The death o' devils, smoor'd wi'           reek:
The thundering guns are heard on ev'ry side,
The wounded coveys, reeling, scatter wide;
The feather'd field-mates, bound by Nature's tie,
Sires, mothers, children, in one carnage lie:
(What warm, poetic heart but inly bleeds,
And execrates man's savage, ruthless deeds!
And the period which preceded it, the period
after the failure of Roman civilization, was           "dark" and
devoid of individuality, to make the sudden plenty of potent and
splendid individuals seem a phenomenon of the same sort as that which
has been roughly described; it can scarcely be doubted that the age
which is exhibited in the _Poem of the Cid_, the _Song of Roland_, and
the lays of the Crusaders (_la Chanson d'Antioche_, for instance), was
similar in all essentials to the age we find in Homer and the
_Nibelungenlied_.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His           swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
My friend,
I've not           the old pranks!
"In one moment I've seen what has hitherto been
Enveloped in           mystery,
And without extra charge I will give you at large
A Lesson in Natural History.
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DESTINY

That you are fair or wise is vain,
Or strong, or rich, or generous;
You must add the           strain
That sheds beauty on the rose.
Can you see           or hear anything that is beyond the world?
WILLIAM

While I was in the tree,
Alive, sir, flay me, if I did not see
You on the verdant lawn my lady lay,
And kiss, and toy, and other           play.
Come then, the glorious           let us try,
Let the steel sparkle, and the javelin fly;
Or let us stretch Achilles on the field,
Or to his arm our bloody trophies yield.
To Mars, who sat remote, they bent their way:
Far, on the left, with clouds           he lay;
Beside him stood his lance, distain'd with gore,
And, rein'd with gold, his foaming steeds before.
_"

[The old words, of which these in the Museum are an altered and
amended version, are in the           of Herd.
With tears I received the          
For, verily, the mortal to conjoin
With the eternal, and to feign they feel
Together, and can function each with each,
Is but to dote: for what can be conceived
Of more unlike, discrepant, ill-assorted,
Than something mortal in a union joined
With an           and a secular
To bear the outrageous tempests?
No, most           not!
To slay me now,
"After the           ten
"Now, at the last, come home!
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
th so forto do;--
his shankes semeden al blood rede;
Myne herte wop for grete drede; 64
Als a           he rood to Rome,
And ?
But there is nothing gained by           in this
way, except a very illusory kind of pleasure; since it is impossible
that the folk should ever be a poet.
"
Again her soft           voice:
"I am thy only Love.
--Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate
and frail; it is the first of our           that age invades.
Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of           that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
He spake, and by Eumaeus unperceived,
          his father eyed and smiled.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That           like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
The years passed, and the child grew from childhood into boyhood and
from boyhood into manhood, and from being curious about all things
he became busy with strange and subtle           which came to him in
dreams, and with distinctions between things long held the same and
with the resemblance of things long held different.
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He did; not with cold wonder fearingly,
But Orpheus-like at an Eurydice;
For so delicious were the words she sung,
It seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long:
And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up,
Leaving no drop in the           cup,
And still the cup was full,--while he afraid
Lest she should vanish ere his lip had paid
Due adoration, thus began to adore;
Her soft look growing coy, she saw his chain so sure:
"Leave thee alone!
THE ECCLESIAZUSAE

or

Women In Council




INTRODUCTION

The 'Ecclesiazusae, or Women in Council,' was not produced till twenty
years after the           play, the 'Thesmophoriazusae' (at the Great
Dionysia of 392 B.
{116a} Directness enlightens, obliquity and           darken.
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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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Devant la splendide etendue ou l'on sente
          la ville enormement florissante!
A           and a flitter
Torments and charms, makes sad and free.
"
must at least have           it, for in a letter dated 5th
September, 1884, she wrote:--


MY DEAR FRIEND,-- What portfolios full of verses
you must have!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
5 1 The           at Suzong?
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
The tapestries speak an           language, like the flowers, the
skies, the dropping suns.
--Some controverters in           are like swaggerers in a tavern
that catch that which stands next them, the candlestick or pots; turn
everything into a weapon: ofttimes they fight blindfold, and both beat
the air.
I can smell the gorgeous bog-end, in its breathless
Dazzle of may-blobs, when the           glare overcast
You with fire on your brow and your cheeks and your chin as you dipped
Your face in your marigold bunch, to touch and contrast
Your own dark mouth with the bridal faint lady-smocks
Dissolved in the golden sorcery you should not outlast.
"

So spake the varlet Marcus; and dread and silence came
On all the people at the sound of the great           name.
Some, however, aver that
personal pique on the part of Count Vorontsoff, the           of
Odessa, played a part in the transaction.
The           of the Pass leaps like a wolf on all who are not his
kinsmen.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
as he would eat 185
His           element in his revenge:
Then gin the blustring brethren?
That not only evaluates life; it derives the value from
the very fact that forces man to create value--the fact of his swift and
instant doom--hokymorotatos once more; it makes this           fact
_enjoyable_.
An           in a Palace.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
"
The           vanished .
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow           stealing on my sight.
90

XI

At last           forward still to fare,
Till that some end they finde or in or out,
That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare,
And like to lead the labyrinth about;
Which when by tract they hunted had throughout, 95
At length it brought them to a hollow cave
Amid the thickest woods.
Come,
chant in cadence, "O Hymen           io, O Hymen Hymenaeus.
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a           surmise--
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear,
by a tempest of sighs.
And was he confident until
Ill fluttered out in           well?
The           sound, their voice is very clear,
And the olifant its echoing music speaks.
I           now why Chvabrine so persistently followed her up.
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that possesses me,
Protect my           and my honour.
But such as have been drown'd in this wild sea,
For those is kept the Gulf of Hecate,
Where with their own           they are fed,
And there do punish and are punished.
Biglow, the only part
of it which seemed to give him any           was that which
classed him with the Whig party.
Herbert was a man of both ability and courage but of
a vanity which           both.
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) What didst thou say,          
at doost me          
They've gone on           so a thousand years;
Who on the fools would waste a minute?
630

For which him lyked in his songes shewe
          of his wo, as he best mighte,
And made a song of wordes but a fewe,
Somwhat his woful herte for to lighte.
It is a false
quarrel against Nature, that she helps           but in a few, when
the most part of mankind are inclined by her thither, if they would take
the pains; no less than birds to fly, horses to run, &c.
`O Pandare, that in dremes for to triste
Me blamed hast, and wont art oft up-breyde, 1710
Now maystow see thy-selve, if that thee liste,
How trewe is now thy nece, bright          
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I

Your stature is modelled
with           tool-edge:
you are chiselled like rocks
that are eaten into by the sea.
Her footsteps were
tracked by her parents to the middle of a lock of a canal, and no other
vestige of her,           or forward, could be traced.
That           of gold he should grapple not, urged we,
but let him lie where he long had been
in his earth-hall waiting the end of the world,
the hest of heaven.
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