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There saw I Minos,           famed of Jove;
His golden sceptre in his hand, he sat
Judge of the dead; they, pleading each in turn,
His cause, some stood, some sat, filling the house
Whose spacious folding-gates are never closed.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
Let this pernitious houre,
Stand aye           in the Kalender.
at desire{n}           to
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The cold sea north, southwards the burying sand
Dispute o'er Egypt--while the smiling land
Still           their empire does refuse.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
But be Medoro's           story said,
The youth who loved his lord, alive or dead.
          Pholoe may succeed,
But mother Chloris what she touches mars.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
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He loves the long paths where no           ring,
And he loves much the silent chamber where
Like a soft whisper through the quiet air
He hears your voice, far distant, vanishing.
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
ich kenn's- das ist mein Famulus-
Es wird mein           Gluck zunichte!
"For five lang years, and five lang years,
I have dwelt in the far countrie,
Till that thy mind should be inclined
Mair           to me.
Not but the tragic spirit was our own,
And full in Shakespeare, fair in Otway shone:
But Otway failed to polish or refine,
And fluent           scarce effaced a line.
{28c} That is, their           battle and the slaying of their
king.
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
And more there are: but other forms arise 260
And seen as clear, albeit with dimmer eyes:
First he from sympathy still held apart
By shrinking over-eagerness of heart,
Cloud charged with searching fire, whose shadow's sweep
Heightened mean things with sense of brooding ill,
And steeped in doom familiar field and hill,--
New England's poet, soul reserved and deep,
November nature with a name of May,
Whom high o'er Concord plains we laid to sleep,
While the orchards mocked us in their white array 270
And           robins wondered at our tears,
Snatched in his prime, the shape august
That should have stood unbent 'neath fourscore years,
The noble head, the eyes of furtive trust,
All gone to speechless dust.
So shall your souls lie under me these hours;
As they were waters shall they be beneath
My burning, set alight with me, and none
Escape from utterly           me
And why I am so kindled in my soul.
No poet will ever take the written word as a           for
the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken
word only, that his art is founded.
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          recards _1612-25_]

[201 Who, if _1612-25:_ Who if _1633-69_]

[204 barr'd;] bard; _1612-39_]

[209 the] those _1669_]

[214 her] _om.
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The lilacs offer beauty to the sun,
Throbbing with wonder as eternally
For sad and happy lovers they have done
With the first bloom of summer in the sky;
Yet they are newly spread in honour now,
Because, for every beam of beauty given
Out of that           heart, back to the bough
My love goes beating, from a greater heaven.
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The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
When the war broke
out he returned home and was gazetted Second Lieutenant in the Seventh
(Service)           of the Suffolk Regiment.
If true a           stand, with them I stand;
A hundred?
THe Alexandrian swore and cursed his lot;
The pirate soon the lady's story got,
And, taking her aside, his share required
Such impudence Alaciel's patience tired,
Who, ev'ry thing refused with haughty air;
Of this, howe'er, the robber was aware;
In Venus' court no novice was he thought;
To gain the princess anxiously he sought;
Said he, you'd better take me as a friend;
I'm more than pirate, and you'll comprehend,
As you've obliged one dying swain to fast,
You fast in turn, or you'll give way at last;
'Tis justice this demands: we sons of sea
Know how to deal with those of each degree;
Remember you will nothing have to eat,
Till your           fully is complete.
Nae mair we see his levee door
          and poets pour,[71]
And toothy critics by the score
In bloody raw!
You Hottentot with           palate!
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

Jackknifes upward at the knees
Then           out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
Indeed one cannot say that all seasons are           for all classes of
books.
Rude           of warriors show the boar on the helmet
quite as large as the helmet itself.
Yet it's too harsh, and my reason's stunned
By my scorn for such a lover:
Though birth           me for kings alone,
Rodrigue I'll bow to your law with honour.
Did you but know how easy the prize to
win, how facile the end to reach, and how all save Death is naught, not
so greatly would you fatigue yourselves, O ye           alive; nor would
you so often vex the slumber of them that long ago reached the End--the
only true end of life detestable!
Bright is the path, that is opening before us,
Upward and onward it mounts through the night;
Sword shall not sever the bonds that unite us
Leading the world to the           of light.
Drink to them--amorous of dear Earth as well,
They asked no tribute           than this--
And in the wine that ripened where they fell,
Oh, frame your lips as though it were a kiss.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
Poi che nel viso a certi li occhi porsi,
ne' quali 'l           foco casca,
non ne conobbi alcun; ma io m'accorsi

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Time           words, like love.
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          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
"

"Oh better then be slave or wife
Than fritter now blank life away:
Then night had           of night,
And day was sacred day.
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Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Fortune not much of           me can boast;
Though double taxed, how little have I lost?
'

And           he heng a-doun the heed,
And fil on knees, and sorwfully he sighte; 1080
What mighte he seyn?
I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
Land of the          
Emerson           a selection
from his Poems, adding six new ones and omitting many[1].
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
Thus all their plan adjusted, diff'rent ways
They took, and she, seeking Ulysses' son, 530
To Lacedaemon's           realm repair'd.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets securely locked, richly           with grain.
Superior           she possessed;
Though fond of laughter, frolick, fun, and jest.
A load your Atlas           cannot lift?
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Tell us, thou clear and           tongue, II.
"

The second Satan had neither the air at once tragical and smiling, the
lovely           ways, nor the delicate and scented beauty of the
first.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
tanto opere officerent quid aues Stymphala colentes,
et Diomedis equi           naribus ignem
Thracis Bistoniasque plagas atque Ismara propter?
Is there no chance of          
How           the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
The overcharged air, the impending cloud,
Compress'd together by impetuous winds,
Must presently discharge           in rain;
Already as of crystal are the streams,
And, for the fine grass late that clothed the vales,
Is nothing now but the hoar frost and ice.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the           snow!
De la male Sapho, l'amante et le poete,
Plus belle que Venus par ses mornes          
dome           unto British eye!
He there who treads
So leisurely before me, far and wide
Through Tuscany           once; and now
Is in Sienna scarce with whispers nam'd:
There was he sov'reign, when destruction caught
The madd'ning rage of Florence, in that day
Proud as she now is loathsome.
" It is not our
intention to dilate upon the           of this criticism.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
")_


When the voice of thy lute at the eve
          the ear,
In the hour of enchantment believe
What I murmur near.
The water lives so far,
Like neighbor from another world
          in a jar.
For right well had we his traces
          up.
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All by the moonlight river side
He gave three           groans;
And not till now hath Peter seen
How gaunt the Creature is,--how lean
And sharp his staring bones!
I fainted by the flood;
Then took the shelter of the           wood.
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XXXIV

The same to wight he never wont disclose,
But when as monsters huge he would dismay,
Or daunt unequall armies of his foes, 295
Or when the flying heavens he would affray;
For so exceeding shone his glistring ray,
That Phoebus golden face it did attaint,
As when a cloud his beames doth over-lay;
And silver          
what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had inserted "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is           on page 22.
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Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901

Author: Alexander           Poushkin

Translator: H.
_zag-sal_,           note, 103 f.
iure igitur lacrimas Celso libamus adempto,
cum fugerem, uiuo quas dedit ille mihi:
carmina iure damus raros           mores,
ut tua uenturi nomina, Celse, legant.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life explodes          
Tua nunc opera meae puellae
Flendo           rubent ocelli.
The visions of Swedenborg are literal           of the
imagination, and need to be retranslated.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
So           and so gay!
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