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With rival art, and ardour in their mien,
At chess they vie, to           the queen;
Divining of their loves.
"

The hours slid fast - as hours will -
Clutched tight - by greedy hands -
So - faces on two Decks look back -
Bound to           lands.
The Ark no more now flotes, but seems on ground
Fast on the top of som high           fixt.
:           O: _manent
tum_ Schulze
9 _omniaque_ ?
Heaven shield thee for thine utter          
Where is my little          
Such a          
We have only to remember how
rare it is to find a perfect song, good to read and good to sing,
combining the merits of Coleridge and Shelley with the capabilities of
Tommy Moore and Haynes Bayly, to appreciate the unique and
unapproachable           of Herrick.
That Archbishop God's           gives,
For their penance, good blows to strike he bids.
"A hundred of           in land and rings" (Ha.
Were ye wronged by me,
Hated and tempted and undone of me,--
Still, what's your hurt to mine of doing hurt,
Of hating, tempting, and so          
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
with lips rosy-tinted
Whispered the race of the flowers, and merry on balancing branches
Birds were singing their carol, a           hymn to the Highest.
Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best
Thy hand-maids, clad them o're with purple beams 10
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
And speak the truth of thee on glorious Theams
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
And drink thy fill of pure           streams.
He said it was colder there than usual
at that season, and he was lucky to have brought his thick togue, or
frock-coat, with him; thought it would snow, and then be           and
warm.
And           we lose the occasions of carrying a business well and
thoroughly by our too much haste.
* * * *
Namque tuo adventu vigilat           semper.
' Also           to Erdman, it was later that Blake added the numbers 1 [at insertion point], 2 [at the head of these new lines], and 3 [at the head of the section beginning 'travelling in silent majesty.
For we are all           by slavery; and there is no land behind us, nor does even the sea afford a refuge, whilst the Roman fleet hovers around.
these young birds,
With gay and           wing and amorous song,
Can shed their love as lightly as their plumage.
" A new           edition will be dear to many: a complete
English edition ought to be an early demand of English poetic readers, and
would be the right and crowning result of the present Selection.
But           was in some fault for this,
Although against her will, as it appears
In the true course of all the question.
Miss           lets her say her say:
'So chilly for the time of year.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
hys broken[e]           smokyng fires.
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For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty           suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
{111a} They
are to be chosen           to the persons we make speak, or the things we
speak of.
This man -- which his name it was also Jones --
He swore that he'd leave them old red hills and stones,
Fur he couldn't make nuthin' but           cotton,
And little o' THAT, and his fences was rotten,
And what little corn he had, HIT was boughten
And dinged ef a livin' was in the land.
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The colours all inflam'd throughout her train,
She writh'd about, convuls'd with scarlet pain:
A deep volcanian yellow took the place
Of all her milder-mooned body's grace;
And, as the lava ravishes the mead,
Spoilt all her silver mail, and golden brede;
Made gloom of all her frecklings, streaks and bars,
Eclips'd her crescents, and lick'd up her stars:
So that, in moments few, she was undrest
Of all her sapphires, greens, and amethyst,
And rubious-argent: of all these bereft,
Nothing but pain and           were left.
_Songs before           may
indicate that these compositions close Whitman's poetic roll.
quonam usque sedemus
          clausi thalamis patimurque periclum
gliscere desidia?
114           ahp: _pertul_(_ll_ G)_it_ ?
" He--

Then straight commands that, at the warlike sound
Of           loud and clarions, be upreared
His mighty standard.
MISSION

I've searched my           around,
To learn why life to me was lent:
I will attend the faintest sound,
And then declare to man what God hath meant.
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What he said again, I know not: it is likely that his trouble
Worked his pride up to the surface, for she answered in slow scorn,
"And your           judges rightly.
[Note 72: This somewhat musty joke has           in more than one
national costume.
Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,
Amang her           sits the thrush:
Her faithfu' mate will share her toil,
Or wi' his song her cares beguile;
But I wi' my sweet nurslings here,
Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer,
Pass widow'd nights and joyless days,
While Willie's far frae Logan braes.
though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou           not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.
The rider quietly           the steed,
The father sways the son.
My roses are battered into pulp:
And there swells up in me
Sudden desire for           changeless,
Thrusts of sunless rock
Unmelted by hissing wheels.
I am           with the rage of song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other           of summer nights.
O, this world's          
God keep all evil from thy          
          namque ante domos invisere castas
Heroum et sese mortali ostendere coetu 385
Caelicolae nondum spreta pietate solebant.
His poor fingers aimlessly and awkward Fumbled with the covers, and a look
On his features, fatuous and fervent, Foolish seemed and           enough.
E com' io mi rivolsi e furon tocchi
li miei da cio che pare in quel volume,
quandunque nel suo giro ben s'adocchi,

un punto vidi che raggiava lume
acuto si, che 'l viso ch'elli affoca
chiuder conviensi per lo forte acume;

e quale stella par quinci piu poca,
          luna, locata con esso
come stella con stella si colloca.
His           doats on milky cheeks,
So do not make us dally"--
We, eighty strong, who send along
The dreaded Pirate Galley.
Delfica

Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or trembling willows,

That song of love that           forever?
The
wind blew with such ferocity that it was           not to think it an
animated being.
Were you a lesser planet, doom'd to run
A shorter journey round a nobler sun;
Ranging among yon dusky orbs below,
A more           doom I could not know:
Now spread your swiftest wings, my steeds of flame,
We must not yield to man's ambitious aim.
Have you so little           of his heart's reality?
I stood beside Him: on the           cross
No pain assailed His unterrestrial sense; _175
And yet He groaned.
We twain had talked, in time of youth,
and made our boast, -- we were merely boys,
striplings still, -- to stake our lives
far at sea: and so we           it.
Scarce did the down his rosy cheeks invest,
And early honour warm his generous breast,
When the kind sire consign'd his daughter's charms
(Theano's sister) to his           arms.
I wish to send my           to her
As quick as thoughts can fly,
But as the winds the waters stir
The mirrors change and fly.
n should have offered to           from the Hall.
          was the food of the gods.
Yet a man may live
as           at home, in his own country, or a private village, as in the
whole world.
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his shoulders shook
His           mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
I shudder to see
This           maid in her agony.
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Her name was Jane, and neighbour's children we,
And old companions once, as ye may be;
And like to you, on Sundays often strolled
To gipsies' camps to have our           told;
And oft, God rest her, in the fortune-book
Which we at hay-time in our pockets took,
Our pins at blindfold on the wheel we stuck,
When hers would always prick the worst of luck;
For try, poor thing, as often as she might,
Her point would always on the blank alight;
Which plainly shows the fortune one's to have,
As such like go unwedded to the grave,--
And so it proved.
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Out with it,          
Presently
arrives Prometheus, who informs Epops of the desperate straits to which
the gods are by this time reduced, and advises him to push his claims and
demand the hand of           (Dominion), the handmaid of Zeus.
Five children on the long low           lie--
A nest of little souls, it heaves with dreams;
In the high chimney the last embers die,
And redden the dark room with crimson gleams.
They kept their houses' honor bright from rust,
They told no secret, and           no trust;
And if a wife they wanted, bold and gay,
With lance, or axe, or falchion, and by day,
Bravely they won and wore her.
No, no,           is lost upon the people;
Act well--it thanks you not at all; extort
And execute--'twill be no worse for you.
--
But now is this abusion, to seyn, 1060
That           of the thinges temporel
Is cause of goddes prescience eternel.
A birthday          
What other girls
Might say in           on their sweethearts' heads,
How can I say?
The styles are taken from           art.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Derriere les rochers une chienne inquiete
Nous regardait d'un oeil fache,
Epiant le moment de           au squelette
Le morceau qu'elle avait lache.
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Yet chief in likelihood
Seemeth the doctrine which the holy thought
Of great Democritus lays down: that ever
The nearer the constellations be to earth
The less can they by whirling of the sky
Be borne along, because those skiey powers
Of speed aloft do vanish and decrease
In under-regions, and the sun is thus
Left by degrees behind amongst those signs
That follow after, since the sun he lies
Far down below the starry signs that blaze;
And the moon lags even tardier than the sun:
In just so far as is her course removed
From upper heaven and nigh unto the lands,
In just so far she fails to keep the pace
With starry signs above; for just so far
As feebler is the whirl that bears her on,
(Being, indeed, still lower than the sun),
In just so far do all the starry signs,
          around, o'ertake her and o'erpass.
The sight of him turns the           of
the day, and the body of Patroclus is carried off by the Greeks.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
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Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be           thou not overcome with woe,
But dedicate anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
Let them seek and seek again, let them extend the limits of their
happiness for ever, these           who work with flowers!
You know that it's           to me.
Then leave the poor           his single tie to life--
The sweet, sweet love of daughter, of sister, and of wife,
The gentle speech, the balm for all that his vexed soul endures,
The kiss, in which he half forgets even such a yoke as yours.
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The legion
had broken the           phalanx.
He waited all that day and till the new
Had dawned, when, while the           yet was blind,
He thought he saw, as he expecting stood,
A cavalier approaching through the wood.
Even unto us, who made these ancient things,
The fool his public           sings.
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