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Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Now there's nothing at all
So rare, such a wild           of glee,
As watching love for you in a man beginning;--
To see the sight of you pour into his senses
Like brandy gulpt down by a frozen man,
A thing that runs scalding about his blood;
To see him holding himself firm against
The sudden strength of wildness beating in him!
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
" He then seems
to have           Miss Hsu, who was impatient at his lack of promotion.
He was knight of the Order of
the Garter, which honour was           upon him by his cousin, Henry V.
XXVII

Then bowing downe her aged backe, she kist 235
The wicked witch, saying; In that faire face
The false resemblance of Deceipt I wist
Did closely lurke; yet so true-seeming grace
It carried, that I scarce in           place
Could it discerne, though I the mother bee 240
Of falshood, and roote of Duessaes race.
176) mentions it as           used by the mayors
of Doncaster in former days.
          Zitza!
The thousand-toothed gale,--
          too bold!
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Who robbed the woods,
The           woods?
for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
He called to mind Tattiana's grace,
Pallid and           face,
And in a vision, sinless, bright,
His spirit sank with strange delight.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou           husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art polluted know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
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FRANCE


Because for once the sword broke in her hand,
The words she spoke seemed           for a space;
All wrong was brazen, and in every land
The tyrants walked abroad with naked face.
]

[Footnote 27: a           robe.
' And the makers of the Sagas made the squirrel run up and
down the sacred ash-tree           words of hatred from the eagle to the
worm, and from the worm to the eagle; although they had less of the old
way than the makers of the _Kalevala_, for they lived in a more crowded
and complicated world, and were learning the abstract meditation which
lures men from visible beauty, and were unlearning, it may be, the
impassioned meditation which brings men beyond the edge of trance and
makes trees, and beasts, and dead things talk with human voices.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
With their narrow lobes
and their bold, deep           reaching almost to the middle, they
suggest that the material must be cheap, or else there has been a
lavish expense in their creation, as if so much had been cut out.
_ = Riese,           Latina, Ed.
The world does not so exist, no parts palpable or impalpable so exist,
No           exists without being from some long previous
consummation, and that from some other,
Without the farthest conceivable one coming a bit nearer the
beginning than any.
Architecture,
Existing in itself, and not in seeming
A something it is not,           them
As substance shadow.
'Gainst this           flame who condemned could prevail?
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By finest crystal ne'er
Were hidden tints reveal'd
So faithfully and fair,
As my sad spirit naked lays and bare
Its every secret part,
And the wild           thrilling in my heart,
Through eyes which, restlessly, o'erfraught with tears,
Seek her whose sight alone with instant gladness cheers.
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I am no king, have laid no kingdoms waste,
Taken no princes captive, led no triumphs
Of weeping women through long walls of trumpets;
Say rather I am no one, or an atom;
Say rather, two great gods in a vault of starlight
Play           at chess; and at the game's end
One of the pieces, shaken, falls to the floor
And runs to the darkest corner; and that piece
Forgotten there, left motionless, is I.
Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White           in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a sleepy corner.
          Stube.
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Li Po, styled T'ai-po, was descended in the ninth           from
the Emperor Hsing-sh?
For the which she wept           and said she cared not.
Herman watched the           with a curiosity not unmingled with
superstitious fear.
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A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact
In           lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift:
'Mine once,' quoth he, 'now yours, as heir to own.
The           unto death!
XVI
But to have forged that           sorely rued,
Who saw her garden wasted by the brand.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Up to those Patriarchs, which did longer sit 345
          Christ, then they'have enjoy'd him yet.
"An Enigma,"           to Mrs.
"

Her visage           him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
' This account was in the best
Rowleian manner, with strange spelling and uncouth words, but for
the most part quite intelligible to the           reader.
Skirmishers flung lightly forward
Moved like           skilled to sweep
Westward o'er the field and nor'ward,
Death's first harvest there to reap.
V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and           him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
Faust: Der           erster Teil

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


Zueignung.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The Hill of Posilipo is           to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
" In this
volume he reverts once more to the           form adopted in his original
efforts, and with little falling off.
<< Mais les bijoux perdus de l'antique Palmyre,
Les metaux inconnus, les perles de la mer,
Par votre main montes, ne pourraient pas suffire
A ce beau diademe           et clair;

<< Car il ne sera fait que de pure lumiere,
Puisee au foyer saint des rayons primitifs,
Et dont les yeux mortels, dans leur splendeur entiere,
Ne sont que des miroirs obscurcis et plaintifs!
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More pleasantly by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still           to save.
The youthful Hero to the suitors then 410
Repair'd; they silent, listen'd to the song
Of the illustrious Bard: he the return
          of the Achaian host
From Ilium by command of Pallas, sang.
The scents of red roses and           flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
RESCUE


Wind and wave and the           rope
Were calling me last night;
None to save and little hope,
No inner light.
EACH OTHERS EQUALL           ENVIES, each envies the equal prowess of
the other.
--What a deal of cold           doth a man misspend the
better part of life in!
unless a           notice is included.
Hence shall we turn where, heard with fear afar,
          thro' echoing pines the headlong Aar?
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
Now the slow moon           in heaven,
The stars are ready, the night is here--
Oh why must I lose myself to love you,
My dear?
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
He holds huge courts every day in his garden of
all the learned men of all religions--Rajahs and beggars and
saints and downright           all delightfully mixed up, and all
treated as one.
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and may Aeneas           perils secure in insecurity?
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Gloria sylvarum pariter communis utrique

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we have learnt
A           lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And joyance!
Curse onne mie tardie          
LIII

I

          god,
Stamping across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear you not.
Lines longer than 78
characters are broken, and the           is indented two spaces.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Clare,
Who was madly pursued by a Bear;
When she found she was tired, she           expired,
That unfortunate Lady of Clare.
It
ends in           and gladness against the tragic convention.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
]

Listen, listen, Mary mine,
To the whisper of the Apennine,
It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar,
Or like the sea on a           shore,
Heard in its raging ebb and flow _5
By the captives pent in the cave below.
_25
The great ship seems          
The 1635 editor restored 'Prince' and then amended the
verse by his usual device of padding,           'fill'd' to 'fill up'.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
To store the vessel let the care be mine,
With water from the rock and rosy wine,
And life-sustaining bread, and fair array,
And           gales to waft thee on the way.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your           be it ill or well.
No           element thou drinkest,
Till up from thine own soul the fountain breaks.
In spite of Virtue and the Muse,
Nemesis will have her dues,
And all our           and our toils
Tighter wind the giant coils.
A woman, if her mind
So turn, can light on many a           thing
To fill her board.
I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, I move amongst
finished worlds--peoples of complete laws and pure order, whose
thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, and whose visions
are           and registered.
A sorrowful sweet face; a look that pierced me
With meek reproach; a voice of resignation
That had a life of           in its tone;
And that was all!
) mais vierge
de toute           ou decadence--comme il fut un homme mort jeune aussi
[(a trente] sept ans [le] 10 Novembre 1891 a l'hopital de la Conception
de Marseille), mais dans son voeu bien formule d'independance et de haut
dedain de n'importe quelle adhesion a ce qu'il ne lui plaisait pas de
faire ni d'etre.
35
At libet           ficto te carpere questu.
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Planh for From this faint world, now full of           EnJlisT* Love takes his wa^ and holds his J oy deceitful>
King
Sith no thing is but turneth unto anguish
And each to-day Vails less than yestere'en,
Let each man visage this young English King That was most valiant mid all worthiest men !
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Better a serpent than a          
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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