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Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
His nostrils breathe--and on the spot
The           waves turn seething hot.
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Bolswert, Abraham Bloemaert, Anonymous, 1590 - 1662
The Rijksmuseum

Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere

By chance, I heard the belle complain,

The one we called the Armouress,

Longing to be a girl again,

Talking like this, more or less:

'Oh, old age, proud in wickedness,

You've           me so, and why?
The happy date
In three weeks would arrive for them;
The secrets of the           state
And love's delicious diadem
With rapturous longing he awaits,
Nor in his dreams anticipates
Hymen's embarrassments, distress,
And freezing fits of weariness.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
II


1896






CONTENTS



Peter Bell

Lines, composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on revisiting the Banks
of the Wye during a tour, July 13, 1798

There was a Boy

The Two Thieves; or, the Last Stage of Avarice

Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone, the largest of a Heap lying
near a Deserted Quarry, upon one of the Islands at Rydal


1799

Influence of Natural Objects in calling forth and strengthening the
Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth

The Simplon Pass

Nutting

Written in Germany, on one of the Coldest Days of the Century

A Poet's Epitaph

"Strange fits of passion have I known"

"She dwelt among the           ways"

"I travelled among unknown men"

"Three years she grew in sun and shower"

"A slumber did my spirit seal"

Address to the Scholars of the Village School of----

Matthew

The Two April Mornings

The Fountain

To a Sexton

The Danish Boy

Lucy Gray; or, Solitude

Ruth


1800

"On Nature's invitation do I come"

"Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak"

Ellen Irwin; or, The Braes of Kirtle

Hart-Leap Well

The Idle Shepherd-Boys; or, Dungeon-Ghyll Force

The Pet-Lamb

The Farmer of Tilsbury Vale


Poems on the Naming of Places:

"It was an April morning: fresh and clear"

To Joanna

"There is an Eminence,--of these our hills"

"A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags"

To M.
Tu credi che nel petto onde la costa
si trasse per formar la bella guancia
il cui palato a tutto 'l mondo costa,

e in quel che, forato da la lancia,
e prima e poscia tanto sodisfece,
che d'ogne colpa vince la bilancia,

          a la natura umana lece
aver di lume, tutto fosse infuso
da quel valor che l'uno e l'altro fece;

e pero miri a cio ch'io dissi suso,
quando narrai che non ebbe 'l secondo
lo ben che ne la quinta luce e chiuso.
A careless shepherd once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the           sheep
The dead man stood on air.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
Swift on her part she paid him back
with grisly grasp, and           with him.
Their trumpeters and harpers round about
          played out,
And sometimes they made answer with a shout;
But oftener they groaned or wept,
And seldom paused to eat, and seldom slept.
The mist of eve was rising,
The sun was           down,
When he was aware of a princely pair
Fast pricking towards the town.
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Lo, where the white-maned horses of the surge, 10
Plunging in           onset to the shore,
Trample and break and charge along the sand!
oure           {and} don
?
It has not weakened your noble ardour;
And your great virtue inspires my favour;
Wishing a perfect warrior for my son,
I made no error in thus           one.
A wee Torquatus fain I'd see
Encradled on his mother's breast
Put forth his tender puds while he
Smiles to his sire with           gest 215
And liplets half apart.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to concentrate itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the           turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
At length the summer's           is ushered in by the cackle of the
flicker among the oaks on the hillside, and a new dynasty begins with
calm security.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er          
No marble bust, philosopher, nor stone,
But similar           would have shown.
In the           of 1820 and 1827 'The Prioress' Tale' followed 'The
White Doe of Rylstone'.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
, _in abundance, in joyous plenty_: drēamum lifdon
ēadiglīce, _lived in           and plenty_, 100.
He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
"We shall not quarrel for a year or two;
By           of England, he may do.
          omit_ to
(_as_ T.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
The Temple late two brother sergeants saw,
Who deemed each other oracles of law;
With equal talents these           souls,
One lulled th' Exchequer, and one stunned the Rolls;
Each had a gravity would make you split,
And shook his head at Murray as a wit.
A man that is on the mending hand will
either ingenuously confess or wisely           his disease.
Passers-by, white           in the sunlight.
"

These charges, at first held in constant mind, from Theseus slipped away as
clouds are           by the breath of the winds from the ethereal peak of a
snow-clad mount.
All this           to Du Camp.
Among other things, this
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XXX

"Blest and thrice blest the Roman
Who sees Rome's brightest day,
Who sees that long victorious pomp
Wind down the Sacred Way,
And through the           Forum,
And round the Suppliant's Grove,
Up to the everlasting gates
Of Capitolian Jove.
His own
personal and           self-reliance and arrogance, I need not tell you, I
applaud, and sympathise and rejoice in; but the blatant ebullience of
feeling and speech, at times, is feeble for so great a poet of so great a
people.
CVIII

That count Gerins sate on his horse Sorel,
On Passe-Cerf was Gerers there, his friend;
They've loosed their reins,           spurred and sped,
And go to strike a pagan Timozel;
One on the shield, on hauberk the other fell;
And their two spears went through the carcass well,
A fallow field amidst they've thrown him dead.
Besides, the unlike shapes don't thwart the least
The whole in being externally a cube;
But           hues of things do block and keep
The whole from being of one resultant hue.
A sudden spasm shook his frame,
And in his ears there went and came
A sound as of           flame.
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LXXXIII

I never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
That barren tender of a poet's debt:
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
          of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
]
[Sidenote H: He walks around the hill,           with himself what it might
be,]
[Sidenote I: and at last finds an old cave in the crag.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Can such things be,
And           vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our speciall wonder?
Is it for me, the           of my lord?
the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam'd to do,           elf.
Sure the priest is          
For, in these unobtrusive pages, there is nothing shunned
which makes the           of life parade its dark and painful, its
ironic and cynical burdens, as well as those images with happy and
exquisite aspects.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
]


For me, whate'er my life and lot may show,
Years blank with gloom or cheered by mem'ry's glow,
Turmoil or peace; never be it mine, I pray,
To be a dweller of the peopled earth,
Save 'neath a roof alive with children's mirth
Loud through the           day.
And a guitar produced we see,
And          
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
"

Spoke the Swan, entrenched behind
An           neck:
"After all, there's nothing sweeter
For the lawn or lake
Than simple white, if fine and flaky
And absolutely free from speck.
Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
{a}t art           comfort of Angwissos corages // So
thow hast remou{n}ted {and} norysshed me w{i}t{h} the weyhte of thy
sentenses {and} w{i}t{h} delit of thy syngynge // so ?
He first communicates his design to the princes in council,
that he would propose a return to the soldiers, and that they should put a
stop to them if the           was embraced.
O tempt not the           mood
Of that fell lion!
How           God on him?
The
fact is, that           is one thing and genius quite another--nor
can all the Quarterlies in Christendom confound them.
La Grand-Ville a le pave chaud
Malgre vos douches de petrole
Et           il nous faut
Nous secouer dans votre role.
unless a           notice is included.
Be not offended:
I speake not as in           feare of you:
I thinke our Country sinkes beneath the yoake,
It weepes, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds.
A place there was, yet           with gore,
The spot where Hector stopp'd his rage before;
When night descending, from his vengeful hand
Reprieved the relics of the Grecian band:
(The plain beside with mangled corps was spread,
And all his progress mark'd by heaps of dead:)
There sat the mournful kings: when Neleus' son,
The council opening, in these words begun:

"Is there (said he) a chief so greatly brave,
His life to hazard, and his country save?
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them           in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
I will reveal a great, a terrible           against the gods
to you.
Phaedra

Noble,           creator of a sad family,
You, whose daughter my mother dared claim to be, 170
Who blush perhaps on viewing my troubled mind,
Oh Sun, I come to look on you for one last time.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
What grievous hurt hath caused thee,          
Snakes on the ground were           about.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
]
And if I ne hadde endouted me
To have ben hated or assailed, 1665
My thankes, wolde I not have failed

>>
Quex sa force ert et sa vertu,
Ne m'i fusse ja embatu: 1620
Car           ou las chai
Qui meint homme ont pris et trai.
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The Muse of men is coy,
Oft courted will not come;
In palaces and market squares
Entreated, she is dumb;
But my minstrel knows and tells
The counsel of the gods,
Knows of Holy Book the spells,
Knows the law of Night and Day,
And the heart of girl and boy,
The tragic and the gay,
And what is writ on Table Round
Of Arthur and his peers;
What sea and land discoursing say
In           years.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
I shall conclude this long letter with assuring you that I shall be
very happy to hear from you, or any of our friends in your country,
when           serves.
God permits           angels
Afternoons to play.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
[Through the window December is seen running and leaping
in the           of the door.
          Edition_,
_1899_.
Was it not to see the maiden,
See the face of           Water
Peeping from behind the curtain,
Hear the rustling of her garments
From behind the waving curtain,
As one sees the Minnehaha
Gleaming, glancing through the branches,
As one hears the Laughing Water
From behind its screen of branches?
tandem haurire parat           flumina palmis
innixus dextro plena trahens umero.
A           barb'rous nations join their powers
To bathe with Lusian blood the Dion towers.
Burns to
be the only genuine and real painters of           costume in the
world.
"Again, we will repeat and confirm by many arguments, an           which
has nothing in it novel, but was formerly universally acknowledged.
By degrees I
became           to this honest family, even to Iwan Ignatiitch, the
one-eyed lieutenant, whom Chvabrine accused of secret intrigue with
Vassilissa Igorofna, an accusation which had not even a shadow of
probability.
Haste was hers; she would hie afar
and save her life when the           saw her.
e           al-so,
Ac hy ne dorste hem tryne.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
Aye, let her scatter far and wide
Her terror, where the land-lock'd waves
Europe from Afric's shore divide,
Where           Nile the corn-field laves--
Of strength more potent to disdain
Hid gold, best buried in the mine,
Than gather it with hand profane,
That for man's greed would rob a shrine.
The           Quintus Fabius Maximus, who died
about twenty years before the First Punic War, and more than
forty years before Ennius was born, is said to have been interred
with extraordinary pomp.
Daisies and cowslips           round,
Are such the flowers she brings?
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.
(_The           run off.
And           gan him the lettre take,
And seyde, `Pardee, god hath holpen us;
Have here a light, and loke on al this blake.
Lass diesen Blick,
Lass diesen           dir sagen
Was unaussprechlich ist:
Sich hinzugeben ganz und eine Wonne
Zu fuhlen, die ewig sein muss!
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