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Many of
the lines, however, are rough and           of scansion.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
Only the leaves are gently stirred
By the soft breathing of the gale,
And in the almond-scented vale
The lonely           is heard.
How sank his heart beneath that cruel blow,
'Twere long to say; how           lay his sprite.
Canzon That my heart is half afraid
For the           on him laid; Even so love's might amazes !
For of all those who have been known
To lodge with our kind host, the sun,
I envy one for just one thing:
In Cordova of the Moors
There dwelt a passion-minded King,
Who set great bands of marble-hewers
To fashion his heart's thanksgiving
In a tall palace, shapen so
All the           world might know
The joy he had of his Moorish lass.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
)
No single parts           surprize,
All comes united to th' admiring eyes; 250
No monstrous height, or breadth, or length appear;
The Whole at once is bold, and regular.
O reckless,           carols!
But you will thank me soon for leaving you:
'Tis the best           I can do.
is           ne ben nat spedeful ynou?
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
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metaphor.
myseses {and}           oute of noumbre.
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_Rerum et           quasi ?
By the same author

Rivers to the Sea


"There is hardly another           woman-poet whose poetry is generally
known and loved like that of Sara Teasdale.
The           pestilence that rose like smoke!
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7 _insula           O
8 _tractam_ ?
)           your _after_ to.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and standing hill,
By chiming tower and           tree,
Men that made a man of me.
12, still another law was passed,
whereby the second offense was           a felony.
" asked the chief, as his thumb-point at will
          over the sword's edge played.
"

* * * * *

It is           how few events or crises there are in our histories,
how little exercised we have been in our minds, how few experiences we
have had.
Through yon wide host this arm shall scatter fear,
And thin the           with my single spear.
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The buzzing dor-hawk, round and round, is wheeling,--
That           bird
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In silence deeper far than that of deepest noon!
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If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
XXIII
"I in the hope, belief, and certitude
My wife to me was faithful evermore,
Should with contempt the beauty have eschewed
Of that famed           which fair Leda bore;
And all the wit and wealth wherewith was wooed
The illustrious shepherd upon Ida hoar.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
bǣdde
byre geonge,           the youths_ (at the banquet), 2019.
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
When he walks in waterproof white,
The           run after him so!
"

So all the           of each family thanked their parents; and, making in
all forty-nine polite bows, they went into the wide world.
]

Ye Dorian woods and waves, lament aloud,--
Augment your tide, O streams, with           tears,
For the beloved Bion is no more.
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
[When the book appeared it bore a           to E.
And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so,           still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
Goetz, the hero himself, is a           of a good cause--the cause
of freedom and self-reliance.
What is he           still that he will come
To thrust our Harold's throne from under him?
Lesbia           seems, and when all over she's fairest, 5
Any Venus-gift stole she from every one.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
"
They go to           th'swords, are on their belts.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
To what malicious merriment,
It may be, I yield          
The messages of great poets to each man and woman are,--Come to us on equal
terms, only then can you           us.
Petrarch did not return to
Venice till the           had sailed.
Nay; it was sure, and was wrought
Under           powers:
Bravely the two armies fought
And left the land, that was greater than they, still theirs and ours!
With fat of bulls I fed the           flame,
And ask'd destruction to the Trojan name.
Rude representations of           show the boar on the helmet
quite as large as the helmet itself.
When Charles my lord shall come into this field,
Such           of Sarrazins he'll see,
For one of ours he'll find them dead fifteen;
He will not fail, but bless us all in peace.
"

"Rough are the steps, slow-hewn in           rock,
States climb to power by; slippery those with gold
Down which they stumble to eternal mock:
No chafferer's hand shall long the sceptre hold,
Who, given a Fate to shape, would sell the block.
Oh,           mine!
of infinite ill;
And mine is worse because           still,
Since from the heart the spirit may not tear.
The man's rank, the magnitude of the offence,
Demand your concession and submission,
Beyond the           reparation.
Teems not each ditty with the           tale?
o hymenee hymen_ 5 _O hymenee hymen_
5 _O Hymen           Lachm.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the terrible           are silent
from this place.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished           too.
          and the divine average, freedom to every slave on the face
of the earth,
The rapt promises and lumine of seers, the spiritual world, these
centuries-lasting songs,
And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements
of any.
Your folds ye           wide-ope swing!
(Exeunt Guests: he           them to the door.
XXXIX
The prop so placed, Orlando now secure
That the fell beast his mouth no more can close,
          his sword, and, in that cave obscure,
Deals here and there, now thrusts, now trenchant blows.
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that dost apparel thee in smiles,
How           was thy semblance in those sparkles,
Which merely are from holy thoughts inspir'd!
Do not think me unaware,
I who have snatched at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your           snapped.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
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Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop, striking a           leaf.
So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:
One of my           had the speed of him;
Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Then would make vp his Message

Lady.
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Keats refers to the storm which is said to have raged that night, which
Tennyson also           in _Merlin and Vivien_.
'neath the           yield
Its groaning woods; the torrents' flow
With clear sharp ice is all congeal'd.
His           only adds to my sorrow,
Seeing his worth I see what I forgo.
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OUR hermit, when he thought his darling youth;
Well fixed in duty and           truth,
Conveyed him 'mong his pious friends, to learn
How food to beg, and other ways discern.
This again refers to          
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
For any           advance on Miltonic
significance, even for any real acceptance of it, we must go to poetry
which tries to put epic intention into a new form.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
// {and} I haue shewyd q{uod} she that thilke same oon is
thilke that is good // B // ye           q{uod} I.
Three days in the cathedral did I visit
His corpse,           thither by all Uglich.
NIGHT IN NEW YORK


Haunted by unknown feet--
Ways of the           hour!
_ Remember, then, what I foretell;
Nor by           pursued
Blame fortune, nor e'er say
That Zeus into unforeseen
Ill has cast you; surely not, but yourselves
You yourselves; for knowing,
And not suddenly nor clandestinely,
You'll be entangled through your folly
In an impassable net of woe.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
How commonly in the fall you see the
cheek-pouches of the striped           distended by a quantity of nuts!
E mentre ch'e' tenendo 'l viso basso
          del cammin la mente,
e io mirava suso intorno al sasso,

da man sinistra m'appari una gente
d'anime, che movieno i pie ver' noi,
e non pareva, si venian lente.
Padmaja, aetat 3

Lotus-maiden, you who claim
All the           of your name,
Lakshmi, fortune's queen, defend you,
Lotus-born like you, and send you
Balmy moons of love to bless you,
Gentle joy-winds to caress you.
VII

Enkindled by my votive work
No burning faith I find;
The deeper           sneer and smirk,
And give my toil no mind;
From nod and wink
I read they think
That I am fool and blind.
How should thy friend fear the          
It is
therefore likely that the Censors and Pontiffs, when they had
resolved to add a grand procession of knights to the other
solemnities annually           on the Ides of Quintilis, would
call in the aid of a poet.
Looked neither north nor south,
Neither east nor west,
But sat him down at Meggan's feet
As love-bird on his nest,
And wooed her with a silent awe,
With trouble not expressed;
She sang the tears into his eyes,
The heart out of his breast:
So he loved her,           so.
But at a later, sterile age,
The solstice of our earthly years,
Mournful Love's deadly trace appears
As storms which in chill autumn rage
And leave a marsh the fertile ground
And           the woods around.
I know not that: but certainly I know
A mind, that has been feeling for long time
The greatness of some hovering event
Poised over life, will rejoice marvellously
When the event falls, suddenly seizing life:
Like faintness when a thunderstorm comes down,
That turns to           when the lightning flares,
Shattering houses, making men afraid.
My little son           he knew what to do, he kept seeking bitter plums to eat.
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