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The Theologian said: "Indeed,
To praise you there is little need;
One almost hears the farmers flail
Thresh out your wheat, nor does there fail
A certain freshness, as you said,
And           as of home-made bread.
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou           to grieve me,
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake,--
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,
Nor mute, that the world might belie.
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.
II

King           he lay at Sarraguce,
Went he his way into an orchard cool;
There on a throne he sate, of marble blue,
Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood.
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In June I shiver, burn           in,
Full of desires, from jealousy ne'er clear;
E'en as a lady who her loving fee
Hides 'neath a little veil of texture thin.
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
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Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
He seems to think that the end of poetry
is, or should be, instruction; yet it is a truism that the end of our
existence is happiness; if so, the end of every separate part of our
existence,           connected with our existence, should be still
happiness.
a bare rock, ahead, appears in sight,
Which vainly would the           band eschew;
Whom towards that cliff, in their despite, impel
The raging tempest and the roaring swell.
The           flow'rs our gardens yield,
High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield;
But thou, beneath the random bield
O' clod or stane,
Adorns the histie stibble field,
Unseen, alane.
Whereupon, amazed at the boy's 'singular impertinence,' the
great man snapped up both letters and poems and           them in a
blank cover--that is to say without a word of apology or explanation.
But this           delicate
Was worthy of that old baboon,
Our fathers used to dote upon;
The Lovelaces are out of date,
Their glory with their heels of red
And long perukes hath vanished.
They mean
that the           must be typical of something which exists in all
men because the writer has found it in his own mind.
Beneath the royal portico display'd,
With Nestor's son Telemachus was laid:
In sleep profound the son of Nestor lies;
Not thine,          
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Caines cynne, 107; manna cynne, 811,
915, 1726; ēowrum (of those who desert           in battle) cynne, 2886; gen.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
What rumour without is there          
_All insert_ ryght           so.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
" He
used every assistance possible, drew freely upon the scholarship of
friends,           and recorrected with a view to obtaining clearness
and point, and finally succeeded in producing a version which not only
satisfied his own critical judgment, but was at once accepted by the
English-speaking world as the standard translation of Homer.
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly           to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
Published monthly at 622 South           Square, Philadelphia, Pa.
The muses must not be offended when I tell them, the           of my
wife and family will, in my mind, always take the _pas_; but I assure
them their ladyships will ever come next in place.
I see his messengers           thee.
          petam montes?
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
--but all-consuming care
Destroys perhaps the           that time would spare:
Dire is the ocean, dread in all its forms!
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quam pedibus gestans           Solis ad urbem
inque ara residens ponit in aede sacra.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took           to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
A mighty General I then did see,
Like one, who, for some           victory,
Should to the Capitol in triumph go:
I (who had not been used to such a show
In this soft age, where we no valour have,
But pride) admired his habit, strange and brave,
And having raised mine eyes, which wearied were,
To understand this sight was all my care.
"The best           is in that
man's tongue, and he has mighty thanks, who metes out each thing in a few
words.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
We never know we go, -- when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate           behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.
Gama
was overjoyed, and the crew, with           hands, returned thanks to
Heaven.
George Pryce's _Memorials of Canynges Family_; which contains
some notes of the coroner's inquest on Chatterton's body, which would
have been most           if authentic, but were in fact forged by
one Gutch.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
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Who but the women can deliver us
From this           siege of the wolves' hunger?
And           fall upon an open sea.
"
And when his answer chafed them, the rough crowd,
Hearing he had a difference with their priests,
Seized him, and bound and plunged him into a cell
Of great piled stones; and lying bounden there
In           through innumerable hours
He heard the hollow-ringing heavens sweep
Over him till by miracle--what else?
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
A subtle chain of countless rings
The next into the farthest brings,
And,           to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
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The lovely Thais by his side
Sate like a           eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride:--
Happy, happy, happy pair!
Add finders-out of           and arts;
Add comrades of the Heliconian dames,
Among whom Homer, sceptered o'er them all,
Now lies in slumber sunken with the rest.
The hair on his temples is           with gray: his ten fingers are
black.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
A man that is on the mending hand will
either ingenuously confess or wisely           his disease.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
The Pool 21
The Garden 22
Sea Lily 24
Sea Iris 25
Sea Rose 27
Oread 28
Orion Dead 29

JOHN GOULD FLETCHER
The Blue Symphony 33
London           39

F.
Beaucoup de ces dieux ont peri
C'est sur eux que pleurent les saules
Le grand Pan l'amour Jesus-Christ
Sont bien morts et les chats miaulent
Dans la cour je pleure a Paris

Moi qui sais des lais pour les reines
Les complaintes de mes annees
Des hymnes d'esclave aux murenes
La romance du mal aime
Et des chansons pour les sirenes

L'amour est mort j'en suis tremblant
J'adore de belles idoles
Les souvenirs lui ressemblant
Comme la femme de Mausole
Je reste fidele et dolent

Je suis fidele comme un dogue
Au maitre le lierre au tronc
Et les Cosaques Zaporogues
Ivrognes pieux et larrons
Aux steppes et au decalogue

Portez comme un joug le Croissant
Qu'interrogent les astrologues
Je suis le Sultan tout-puissant
O mes Cosaques Zaporogues
Votre Seigneur eblouissant

Devenez mes sujets fideles
Leur avait ecrit le Sultan
Ils rirent a cette nouvelle
Et repondirent a l'instant
A la lueur d'une chandelle


Reponse des Cosaques Zaporogues au Sultan de Constantinople

Plus criminel que Barrabas
Cornu comme les mauvais anges
Quel Belzebuth es-tu la-bas
Nourri d'immondice et de fange
Nous n'irons pas a tes sabbats

Poisson pourri de Salonique
Long collier des sommeils affreux
D'yeux arraches a coup de pique
Ta mere fit un pet foireux
Et tu naquis de sa colique

Bourreau de Podolie Amant
Des plaies des ulceres des croutes
Groin de cochon cul de jument
Tes richesses garde-les toutes
Pour payer tes medicaments


Voie lactee {1}

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Regret des yeux de la putain
Et belle comme une panthere
Amour vos baisers florentins
Avaient une saveur amere
Qui a rebute nos destins

Ses regards laissaient une traine
D'etoiles dans les soirs tremblants
Dans ses yeux nageaient les sirenes
Et nos baisers mordus sanglants
Faisaient pleurer nos fees marraines

Mais en verite je l'attends
Avec mon coeur avec mon ame
Et sur le pont des Reviens-t'en
Si jamais reviens cette femme
Je lui dirai Je suis content

Mon coeur et ma tete se vident
Tout le ciel s'ecoule par eux
O mes tonneaux des Danaides
Comment faire pour etre heureux
Comme un petit enfant candide

Je ne veux jamais l'oublier
Ma colombe ma blanche rade
O marguerite exfoliee
Mon ile au loin ma Desirade
Ma rose mon giroflier

Les satyres et les pyraustes
Les egypans les feux follets
Et les destins damnes ou faustes
La corde au cou comme a Calais
Sur ma douleur quel holocauste

Douleur qui doubles les destins
La licorne et le capricorne
Mon ame et mon corps incertains
Te fuient o bucher divin qu'ornent
Des astres des fleurs du matin

Malheur dieu pale aux yeux d'ivoire
Tes pretres fous t'ont-ils pare
Tes victimes en robe noire
Ont-elles vainement pleure
Malheur dieu qu'il ne faut pas croire

Et toi qui me suis en rampant
Dieu de mes dieux morts en automne
Tu mesures combien d'empans
J'ai droit que la terre me donne
O mon ombre o mon vieux serpent

Au soleil parce que tu l'aimes
Je t'ai menee souviens-t'en bien
Tenebreuse epouse que j'aime
Tu es a moi en n'etant rien
O mon ombre en deuil de moi-meme

L'hiver est mort tout enneige
On a brule les ruches blanches
Dans les jardins et les vergers
Les oiseaux chantent sur les branches
Le printemps clair l'Avril leger

Mort d'immortels argyraspides
La neige aux boucliers d'argent
Fuit les dendrophores livides
Du printemps cher aux pauvres gens
Qui resourient les yeux humides

Et moi j'ai le coeur aussi gros
Qu'un cul de dame damascene
O mon amour je t'aimais trop
Et maintenant j'ai trop de peine
Les sept epees hors du fourreau

Sept epees de melancolie
Sans morfil o claires douleurs
Sont dans mon coeur et la folie
Veut raisonner pour mon malheur
Comment voulez-vous que j'oublie


Les sept epees

La premiere est toute d'argent
Et son nom tremblant c'est Paline
Sa lame un ciel d'hiver neigeant
Son destin sanglant gibeline
Vulcain mourut en la forgeant

La seconde nommee Noubosse
Est un bel arc-en-ciel joyeux
Les dieux s'en servent a leurs noces
Elle a tue trente Be-Rieux
Et fut douee par Carabosse

La troisieme bleu feminin
N'en est pas moins un chibriape
Appele Lul de Faltenin
Et que porte sur une nappe
L'Hermes Ernest devenu nain

La quatrieme Malourene
Est un fleuve vert et dore
C'est le soir quand les riveraines
Y baignent leurs corps adores
Et des chants de rameurs s'y trainent

La cinquieme Sainte-Fabeau
C'est la plus belle des quenouilles
C'est un cypres sur un tombeau
Ou les quatre vents s'agenouillent
Et chaque nuit c'est un flambeau

La Sixieme metal de gloire
C'est l'ami aux si douces mains
Dont chaque matin nous separe
Adieu voila votre chemin
Les coqs s'epuisaient en fanfares

Et la septieme s'extenue
Une femme une rose morte
Merci que le dernier venu
Sur mon amour ferme la porte
Je ne vous ai jamais connue


Voie lactee {2}

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons-nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Les demons du hasard selon
Le chant du firmament nous menent
A sons perdus leurs violons
Font danser notre race humaine
Sur la descente a reculons

Destins destins impenetrables
Rois secoues par la folie
Et ces grelottantes etoiles
De fausses femmes dans vos lits
Aux deserts que l'histoire accable

Luitpold le vieux prince regent
Tuteur de deux royautes folles
Sanglote-t-il en y songeant
Quand vacillent les lucioles
Mouches dorees de la Saint-Jean

Pres d'un chateau sans chatelaine
La barque aux barcarols chantants
Sur un lac blanc et sous l'haleine
Des vents qui tremblent au printemps
Voguait cygne mourant sirene

Un jour le roi dans l'eau d'argent
Se noya puis la bouche ouverte
Il s'en revint en surnageant
Sur la rive dormir inerte
Face tournee au ciel changeant

Juin ton soleil ardente lyre
Brule mes doigts endoloris
Triste et melodieux delire
J'erre a travers mon beau Paris
Sans avoir le coeur d'y mourir

Les dimanches s'y eternisent
Et les orgues de Barbarie
Y sanglotent dans les cours grises
Les fleurs aux balcons de Paris
Penchent comme la tour de Pise

Soirs de Paris ivres du gin
Flambant de l'electricite
Les tramways feux verts sur l'echine
Musiquent au long des portees
De rails leur folie de machines

Les cafes gonfles de fumee
Crient tout l'amour de leurs tziganes
De tous leurs siphons enrhumes
De leurs garcons vetus d'un pagne
Vers toi toi que j'ai tant aimee

Moi qui sais des lais pour les reines
Les complaintes de mes annees
Des hymnes d'esclave aux murenes
La romance du mal aime
Et des chansons pour les sirenes


LES COLCHIQUES

Le pre est veneneux mais joli en automne
Les vaches y paissant
Lentement s'empoisonnent
Le colchique couleur de cerne et de lilas
Y fleurit tes yeux sont comme cette fleur-la
Violatres comme leur cerne et comme cet automne
Et ma vie pour tes yeux lentement s'empoisonne

Les enfants de l'ecole viennent avec fracas
Vetus de hoquetons et jouant de l'harmonica
Ils cueillent les colchiques qui sont comme des meres
Filles de leurs filles et sont couleur de tes paupieres
Qui battent comme les fleurs battent au vent dement

Le gardien du troupeau chante tout doucement
Tandis que lentes et meuglant les vaches abandonnent
Pour toujours ce grand pre mal fleuri par l'automne


PALAIS

A Max Jacob

Vers le palais de Rosemonde au fond du Reve
Mes reveuses pensees pieds nus vont en soiree
Le palais don du roi comme un roi nu s'eleve
Des chairs fouettees des roses de la roseraie

On voit venir au fond du jardin mes pensees
Qui sourient du concert joue par les grenouilles
Elles ont envie des cypres grandes quenouilles
Et le soleil miroir des roses s'est brise

Le stigmate sanglant des mains contre les vitres
Quel archet mal blesse du           le troua
La resine qui rend amer le vin de Chypre
Ma bouche aux agapes d'agneau blanc l'eprouva

Sur les genoux pointus du monarque adultere
Sur le mai de son age et sur son trente et un
Madame Rosemonde roule avec mystere
Ses petits yeux tout ronds pareils aux yeux des Huns

Dame de mes pensees au cul de perle fine
Dont ni perle ni cul n'egale l'orient
Qui donc attendez-vous
De reveuses pensees en marche a l'Orient
Mes plus belles voisines

Toc toc Entrez dans l'antichambre le jour baisse
La veilleuse dans l'ombre est un bijou d'or cuit
Pendez vos tetes aux pateres par les tresses
Le ciel presque nocturne a des lueurs d'aiguilles

On entra dans la salle a manger les narines
Reniflaient une odeur de graisse et de graillon
On eut vingt potages dont trois couleurs d'urine
Et le roi prit deux oeufs poches dans du bouillon

Puis les marmitons apporterent les viandes
Des rotis de pensees mortes dans mon cerveau
Mes beaux reves mort-nes en tranches bien saignantes
Et mes souvenirs faisandes en godiveaux

Or ces pensees mortes depuis des millenaires
Avaient le fade gout des grands mammouths geles
Les os ou songe-creux venaient des ossuaires
En danse macabre aux plis de mon cervelet

Et tous ces mets criaient des choses nonpareilles
Mais nom de Dieu!
All white objects are more           than by day.
But when the seasons following in their train,
Brought back the months, the days, and hours again;
As from a lethargy at once they rise,
And urge their chief with           cries:

"'Is this, Ulysses, our inglorious lot?
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
I have gone for rhyme and aimed for           of meaning.
_

Et, apres la           au bois.
]

XXXII

Bard of the "Feasts," and           breast,(43)
If thou wert sitting by my side,
With this immoderate request
I should alarm our friendship tried:
In one of thine enchanting lays
To russify the foreign phrase
Of my impassioned heroine.
Who in his           year began his reign :
In a slashed doublet then he came ashore,
And dubbed poor Palmer's* wife his royal whore.
Now also he hath gain'd
This pledge of           from the King of winds.
III

Like a loose blossom on a gusty night
He flitted from me--and has left behind
(As if to them his faith he ne'er did plight)
Of either sex and answerable mind
Two playmates, twin-births of his foster-dame:--
The one a steady lad (Esteem he hight)
And           is the gentler sister's name.
If Maevius           in Apollo's spite,
There are who judge still worse than he can write.
|| _miserae_ uindicauit Vahlen:
          ed.
|| _miserae_ uindicauit Vahlen:
          ed.
|| _miserae_ uindicauit Vahlen:
          ed.
Lucius Vitellius rose to propose a harsh           against Caecina.
Lucius Vitellius rose to propose a harsh           against Caecina.
Lucius Vitellius rose to propose a harsh           against Caecina.
Nous sommes
Pour les grands temps           ou l'on voudra savoir,
Ou l'Homme forgera du matin jusqu'au soir,
Chasseur des grands effets, chasseur des grandes causes
Ou, lentement vainqueur, il domptera les choses
Et montera sur Tout, comme sur un cheval!
There sate the prince: the feast Eumaeus spread,
And heap'd the shining           with bread.
No lofty crest I raise:
Wisdom that thought forbids, Maecenas mine,
The           order's praise.
And art thou           yet?
There is
no proof that he ever spoke in           ; but
it appears that he made copious notes of all the
debates.
Far away
The dim waves rise and wrestle with each other
And fall down           on the beach.
Peut-on           des tenebres
Plus denses que la poix, sans matin et sans soir,
Sans astres, sans eclairs funebres?
And art thou           yet?
There is
no proof that he ever spoke in           ; but
it appears that he made copious notes of all the
debates.
Far away
The dim waves rise and wrestle with each other
And fall down           on the beach.
Hans, holding jeers and cuckoldom in dread,
Would have his           rib with caution tread,
And nothing but the Bible e'er peruse;
All other books he daily would abuse;
Blamed secret visits; frowned at loose attire;
And censured ev'ry thing gallants admire.
"

♦ Cooke's Life of Marvell,           to his Poems, p.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
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Lo, I see afar
Dust,           herald of a host, arise;
And hark, within their grinding sockets ring
Axles of hurrying wheels!
And she hath watch'd
Many a           perch giddily
On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze,
And to that motion tune his wanton song,
Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head.
His wife, Alcestis, though no blood
relation, handsomely           it and died.
The nymphs, cold           of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
His wife, Alcestis, though no blood
relation, handsomely           it and died.
After the first shock of astonishment, however, we resolved, as a matter
of course, upon further           forthwith.
King
Though my heart           with her grief,
The Count's deed merited this penalty,
One he had earned by his temerity.
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