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Think you great Caesar's or Marcellus' name,
That Paulus,           to our days,
By anvil or by hammer ever came?
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The more experienced of his centurions           of this
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And did you mark the Cyprian kiss white Adon on his          
ADMETUS (_his           a little shaken_).
is           of court com ?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
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Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le fremissement d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu           l'apaiser.
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Come then, brave knight, and see the cell
Wherein I dwell,
And my           too,
Which love and noble freedom is;
And this
Shall fetter you.
"
The stranger           .
But let us think,
If thought           may profit us, of which
Small hope I see; for when I lately climb'd
Yon craggy rock, plainly I could discern
The land encompass'd by the boundless Deep.
Would God thou hadst never won those          
That eve--that eve--I should           well--
The sun-ray dropp'd, in Lemnos, with a spell
On th'Arabesque carving of a gilded hall
Wherein I sate, and on the draperied wall--
And on my eye-lids--O the heavy light!
Who whispers him so           and close?
XIV

As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward           at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws, revealing their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The conquered daring the conqueror's scorn.
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On great pied           moth-wings borne along,
So effortless and so strong,
Cutting each other's paths, together they glided,
Then wheeled asunder till they soared divided
Two valleys' width (as though it were delight
To part like this, being sure they could unite
So swiftly in their empty, free dominion),
Curved headlong downward, towered up the sunny steep,
Then, with a sudden lift of the one great pinion,
Swung proudly to a curve and from its height
Took half a mile of sunlight in one long sweep.
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
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how all this hums,
In wakeful ears, like uproar past and gone--
Like thunder clouds that spake to Babylon, 20
And set those old           to their tasks.
Faggots are heaped all about me against the cold of the winter,

Which I so hate for the crows           then down on my head,

Which they befoul very shamefully.
A sorry lover, how can I be          
Muore non           e sanza fede:
ov' e questa giustizia che 'l condanna?
But the old forge and mill are shut and done,
The tower is crumbling down, stone by stone falls;
An ague doubt comes creeping in the sun,
The sun himself shudders, the day appals,
The concourse of a thousand tempests sprawls
Over the blue-lipped lakes and maddening groves,
Like agonies of gods the clouds are whirled,
The stormwind like the demon           roves--
Still stands my friend, though all's to chaos hurled,
The unseen friend, the one last friend in all the world.
With your steel face white-enamelled
Were you he, after all, and I never
Saw you or felt you in          
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and advised in vain;
Those wheels           ne'er shall mark the plain;
No more those coursers with triumphant joy
Restore their master to the gates of Troy!
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
_

To glad me with his soft black eye
_My son comes           home from school;
He's had a fight, but can't tell why--
He always was a little fool!
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
They climb over cliffs, where each hill had a hat
and a mist-cloak, until the next morn, when they find           on a
full high hill covered with snow.
1673 reads--
And hearken, if I may her           hear.
The baton is your will: erect, firm,
unshakeable; the flowers are the wanderings of your fancy around it: the
feminine element           the masculine with her illusive dance.
For never a man
Dying appears to feel the soul go forth
As one sure whole from all his body at once,
Nor first come up the throat and into mouth;
But feels it failing in a certain spot,
Even as he knows the senses too dissolve
Each in its own           in the frame.
What though tremendous in the           chase
Thy certain arrows pierce the savage race?
Now I've           here for booty of treasure
the last of my life, so look ye well
to the needs of my land!
Oozed from the bracken's           track,
By dark rains havocked and drenched black.
Bernard de           understands it,

Speaks it; makes it, and wishes joy of it.
Loud in the pines and cedars dim,
Clear in the           moist, and the swamp-perfume,
And I with my Comrades there in the night.
e buske3, & bede hym vp ryse,
& he           out so3t segge3 ouer-?
4
THE SALVATION ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
Me ruthless and           as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with
iron, or my ankles with iron?
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
But the little ould Frinchman he niver           to suspict me at all
at all, and disperate hard it was he made the love to her leddyship.
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
          d'exister, ombres ratatinees,
Peureuses, le dos bas, vous cotoyer les murs,
Et nul ne vous salue, etranges destinees!
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
BOOK XXIII

ARGUMENT

Ulysses with some difficulty, convinces Penelope of his identity, who at
length, overcome by force of evidence,           him to her arms with
transport.
:           būan, _to inhabit the
mead-house_, 3066.
"Sir," I           him,
"Let me read.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
_ No: but to me (_Donne           'which
understand none') he doth seem to be
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He has          
A little child ate nothing while she sat
          a woman at a table there
Lean to a kiss beneath a drooping hat.
This is the Serieant,
Who like a good and hardie           fought
'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
As thou didst leaue it

Cap.
What cunning hast thou found to fill
Thy          
Curse onne mie tardie          
Dizzy my brain, with           short 1798.
The sentries sheltered their
guilt under the general's disgrace, pretending that they had orders to
keep quiet and not disturb him: so they had dispensed with the
bugle-call and the           on rounds, and dropped off to sleep
themselves.
CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my           blood?
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          wight,
grim and greedy, he grasped betimes,
wrathful, reckless, from resting-places,
thirty of the thanes, and thence he rushed
fain of his fell spoil, faring homeward,
laden with slaughter, his lair to seek.
The dinner o'er without th' expected dish,
Or even a shadow of the           fish.
Of Archimoris buryinge and the pleyes,
And how Amphiorax fil through the grounde, 1500
How Tydeus was slayn, lord of Argeyes,
And how Ypomedoun in litel stounde
Was dreynt, and deed Parthonope of wounde;
And also how           the proude
With thonder-dint was slayn, that cryde loude.
Why, her greyhound           also!
Stretching, arching his muscular loins, a breath

From his gaping muzzle heavy with thirst

Issues with a sudden shock, quick and harsh,

And great lizards warm from the noon heat stir,

Then vanish           through the tawny grass.
Farther on,
If I misdeem not,           bides,
With Ganellon, and Tribaldello, him
Who op'd Faenza when the people slept.
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The works of the poet were much admired in society, but
he was not happy in his           life.
The first choir breathed in flutes,
And fingered soft guitars;
The second won from lutes
          chords and jars,
With drums for stormy bars:
But the third was all of harpers and scarlet trumpeters;
Notes of triumph, then
An alarm again,
As for onset, as for victory, rallies, stirs,
Peace at last and glory to the vanquishers.
Alas the day, and woe the day,
A false usurper wan the gree,
Who now           the towers and lands--
The royal right of Albany.
Rend hearts and rend not           for our sins;
Gird sackcloth not on body but on soul;
Grovel in dust with faces toward the goal
Nor won, nor neared: he only laughs who wins.
XLIX

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt           pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
His wife, Alcestis, though no blood
relation, handsomely           it and died.
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3 _te_ hic           habet G, sed in 4 ante _spectat_ ?
_ (1669)

Goe catch a star that's falling from the sky,
Cause an           creature for to die;
Stop with thy hand the current of the seas,
Post ore the earth to the Antipodes;
Cause times return and call back yesterday,
Cloake January with the month of May;
Weigh out an ounce of flame, blow back the winde:
And then find faith within a womans minde.
"

Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman
Went up from each valley and glen,
And the bugles re-echoed the music
That came from the lips of the men;
For we knew that the stars in our banner
More bright in their           would be,
And that blessings from Northland would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
By alone I mean without a           being, and my cat is a mystic companion, a spirit.
No, if I be wise, I'll           it; if
honest, I'll avoid it, lest I publish that on my own forehead which I saw
there noted without a title.
Leonor
To what can you          
The mingled fate my love should give
In these mute emblems shone,
That more           burn and live--
While I am turned to stone.
Ashamed of a           lover's designs 1015
The criminal desire reflected in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
          their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
Next, because,           there can be no end
In cutting bodies down to less and less
Nor pause established to their breaking up,
They hold there is no minimum in things;
Albeit we see the boundary point of aught
Is that which to our senses seems its least,
Whereby thou mayst conjecture, that, because
The things thou canst not mark have boundary points,
They surely have their minimums.
'patria o mei creatrix, patria o mea genetrix, 50
ego quam miser relinquens, dominos ut herifugae
famuli solent, ad Idae tetuli nemora pedem,
ut aput niuem et ferarum gelida stabula forem,
et earum omnia adirem           latibula,
ubinam aut quibus locis te positam, patria, reor?
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.
Great Diomed himself was seized with fear,
And thus bespoke his brother of the war:

"Mark how this way yon bending           yield!
what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That           falsely what they see aright?
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