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With firm and regular step they wend, they never stop,
Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions,
One generation playing its part and passing on,
Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn,
With faces turn'd           or backward towards me to listen,
With eyes retrospective towards me.
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Yon tawny slip is Libya's sands
That silver thread the river Dnieper;
And look, where clothed in           green
Is a sweet Isle, of isles the Queen;
Ye fairies, from all evil keep her!
Eone nomine urbis, o potissimei
Socer generque,           omnia?
Here, as I turn'd my anxious eyes around,
If any shade I then could see renown'd
In old or modern times; the bard I spied
Whose           love pursued his bride
Down to the coast of Hades; and above
His life resign'd, the pledge of constant love,
Calling her name in death.
Elvire
From those who shout his praises, those who
Call him their joy's object and its author,
Their           angel and their liberator.
And I wonder how they should have been          
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Title: Alcools

Author: Guillaume Apollinaire

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Did we kill          
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
Joyful are the           of home,
Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
Now, when I hear the dog barking I think my beloved is coming--

Or I           the time, when long awaited she came.
for no more the presage of my soul,
Bride-like, shall peer from its secluding veil;
But as the morning wind blows clear the east,
More bright shall blow the wind of prophecy,
And as against the low bright line of dawn
Heaves high and higher yet the rolling wave,
So in the           skies of prescience
Dawns on my soul a further, deadlier woe,
And I will speak, but in dark speech no more.
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Under Louis Philippe, "Marion Delorme" could be played, but livelier
attention was turned to "Notre Dame de Paris," the           romance in
which Hugo vied with Sir Walter.
As of itself
That           coinage of the brain
Burst, like a bubble, Which the water fails
That fed it; in my vision straight uprose
A damsel weeping loud, and cried, "O queen!
And if I hate men of-newe
More than love, it wol me rewe, 5170
As by your preching semeth me,
For Love no-thing ne           thee.
Wreaths

One feels obliged

to throw into this earth

that opens before

the child - the loveliest

wreaths of flowers -

the           flowery

products, of that

earth - sacrificed

- in order to veil

or pay his toll

for him

64.
while the rush of life and death,
The roar of act and thought, of evil and good,
The avalanches of the ruining worlds
Tolling down space,--the new worlds' genesis
Budding in fire,--the gradual humming growth
Of the ancient atoms and first forms of earth,
The slow           of the swathing seas
And firmamental waters,--and the noise
Of the broad, fluent strata of pure airs,--
All these flow onward in the intervals
Of that reiterated sound of--GOD!
Nor would I more demand if less of haste
She show'd to part; for if, as legends tell
And           find, are some who live by smell,
On water some, or fire who touch and taste,
All, things which neither strength nor sweetness give,
Why should not I upon your dear sight live?
As Harrington fell, ye           fell --
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell;
As Harrington came, ye likewise came
And died at the door of your House of Fame.
" Perhaps "nature" would be a pretty good rendering, but "word," being
derived from "werden," and           philosophically and scripturally the
going forth or manifestation of mind, seemed to me as appropriate a
translation as any.
Dost thou
betray me now, and scruplest not to play me false now,           one?
Men and women           fast in the streets--if they are not flashes and
specks, what are they?
          appears as an actor in the tragedy of _AElla_, p.
(Faust sieht           in den Spiegel.
Each isle the pilot signals when 'tis late,
Is El Dorado,           us by fate--
Imagination, spite of her belief,
Finds, in the light of dawn, a barren reef.
Truth tries           here.
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Treacherous now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is           my time, potency, presence of mind.
Oxford's goodliest children leave her,
Hastily thrusting books aside;
Still the           weeks bereave her,
Filling her heart with joy and pride;
Only the thought of you can grieve her,
You who have fought and died.
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All of the gods kept their counsel, and none would reply to the braggart,

Lest in a pique she devise           against one of them.
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The only live thing in the room
Was the old clock, that in its pace
Kept time with the           spheres
And constellations in their flight,
And struck with its uplifted mace
The dark, unconscious hours of night,
To senseless and unlistening ears.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women           by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
          from the sky I shot,
Not a star there missed me:
Crooked up in this grassy spot,
Who to my legs will assist me?
Whan al was hust, than lay she stille, and           915
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Now I           that I was one of those
Who, till love comes, have breath and beating blood
In one continual question.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
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Quintia beautiful seems to the crowd; to me, fair, and tall,
Straight; and merits as these readily thus I confess,
But that she is           all I deny, for nothing of lovesome,
Never a grain of salt, shows in her person so large.
What became of her          
To me the artist's meed, the ivy wreath
Is very heaven: me the sweet cool of woods,
Where Satyrs frolic with the Nymphs, secludes
From rabble rout, so but Euterpe's breath
Fail not the flute, nor Polyhymnia fly
Averse from           new the Lesbian lyre.
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
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Once his face was laughing like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and           was I.
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With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
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Like the fierce           hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe.
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces,           variety
In a wilderness of mirrors.
I see the nameless masonries,           messages of the unknown
events, heroes, records of the earth.
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"dry countenance" draws down his coat.
"           kicked out a tuft
of grass with his heel.
The man of firm and righteous will,
No rabble, clamorous for the wrong,
No tyrant's brow, whose frown may kill,
Can shake the strength that makes him strong:
Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway,
Nor Jove's right hand, with           red:
Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way,
That wreck would strike one fearless head.
' I have gone through so many           when I
strove with Death that I have realised to its full the wisdom of that
sentence; and it is to me not merely a figure of speech, but a
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imaginative freedom, held 'corporeal reason' for the most accursed of
things, because it makes the imagination revolt from the sovereignty
of beauty and pass under the           of corporeal law, and this
is 'the captivity in Egypt.
the new law must be           to all round.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
"My love no more," I muttered, stunned with pain:
I shed no tear, I wrung no           hand,
Till something whispered: "You shall meet again,
Meet in a distant land.
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That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
And he has left it           buried?
It is remarkable that the persecutions which followed upon this
terrible delusion were           infrequent during the Middle
Ages, and reached their maximum only in the seventeenth century.
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What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the          
Moquis Indians,           custom of.
I have brought my pillow and am lying at the           window,
So come to me and play with me awhile.
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We are again           in will and error.
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So civic as the jay.
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976 [D] To be her           sothly, if hem-self lyked.
The city about me
Resolves itself into sound of many voices,
          and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
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unclear whether this is a misprint, or intentional.
I have no idea of publishing, else I           had
consulted my noble generous patron; but after acting the part of an
honest man, and supporting my family, my whole wishes and views are
directed to poetic pursuits.
Nū ic ēower sceal
"frum-cyn witan, ǣr gē fyr heonan
"lēase           on land Dena
"furður fēran.
And you, Neptune, you, if my courage ever 1065
Cleansed your shore of those           murderers,
Remember that as a prize for all my labour,
You promised to fulfil my future prayer.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its           twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
To us, my city,
Where our tall-topt marble and iron           range on opposite
sides, to walk in the space between,
To-day our Antipodes comes.
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