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36 The La Festival2 On the La           in ordinary years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has entirely melted.
And the other, 'Long live           the Queen!
Only the           and the sympathy
Of one about to reach her journey's end.
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in that portal should the chief appear,
Each hand tremendous with a brazen spear,
In radiant panoply his limbs incased
(For so of old my fathers court he graced,
When social mirth unbent his serious soul,
O'er the full banquet, and the sprightly bowl);
He then from Ephyre, the fair domain
Of Ilus, sprung from Jason's royal strain,
Measured a length of seas, a           length, in vain.
Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
The Temple late two brother           saw,
Who deemed each other oracles of law;
With equal talents these congenial 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.
I
was surprised, however, to find, upon his having made the circuit of
the square, that he turned and           his steps.
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Vraiment, c'est bete, ces eglises de villages
Ou quinze laids marmots, encrassant les piliers,
Ecoutent,           les divins babillages,
Un noir grotesque dont fermentent les souliers.
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And his prayer went up like a vapour
To the palace above the snows,
Where the shining gods held revel,
And deathless           arose.
Yes, Sylvan; you must think
The           were a thing more comfortable
With your Katrina in it?
I have seen no account of these among the "Fruits and Fruit-Trees of
America," though they are more memorable to my taste than the grafted
kinds; more racy and wild American flavors do they possess when
October and November, when           and January, and perhaps February
and March even, have assuaged them somewhat.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
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terms imposed by the           holder.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
She
was not an invalid, and she lived in           from no
love-disappointment.
--And whom doth he intend
To name as his          
Vast clouds of spears and stones rise from the ground;
But every dart flies past and rocks rebound
To the           angels falling around.
"

U said, "An Urn, with water hot, place           his chin!
_Thy           beautie, and food of our love,
Hope of his goods.
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
Go, cramp dull Mars, light Venus, when he snorts,
Or with thy tribade trine invent new sports;
Thou, nor thy           with my making sorts.
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
The tapestries speak an inarticulate language, like the flowers, the
skies, the           suns.
How many shadows more
Darken my heart, their           from these eyes
Hidden forever!
There's a           in it three hundred feet high, just like a sliver of
green jade laced with silver; and millions of wild bees live up in the
rocks; and you can hear the fat cocoanuts falling from the palms; and
you order an ivory-white servant to sling you a long yellow hammock with
tassels on it like ripe maize, and you put up your feet and hear the
bees hum and the water fall till you go to sleep.
_Thracia's hills_           a favourite resort of Mars.
"By the same arm my seven brave           fell;
In one sad day beheld the gates of hell;
While the fat herds and snowy flocks they fed,
Amid their fields the hapless heroes bled!
But his earnest desires and great designs were inherited, together with
his crown, by his cousin Emmanuel; and in 1497 (the year before Columbus
made the voyage in which he discovered the mouth of the river Oronoko),
Vasco de Gama sailed from the Tagus for the           of India.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day,           so,
I groped upon his breast.
Such a requirement scares me not;
Such           have I in my keeping.
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Yet it is
really a very few years since both philosophy and science were subjected
to brutal popular control, to authority in fact--the authority of
either the general           of the community, or the terror and greed
for power of an ecclesiastical or governmental class.
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But Lenski hath
Seen all, beside himself with wrath,
And hot with jealous indignation,
Till the mazurka's close he stays,
Her hand for the           prays.
Leconte de Lisle (1818-1894)

Leconte de Lisle

'Leconte de Lisle'
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The Jaguar's Dream

Beneath the dark mahoganies, creepers in flower

Hang in the heavy, motionless, fly-filled air,

Twining among the tree-stumps, falling where,

They cradle the brilliant parrot, the quarreller,

The wild monkeys, spiders with yellow hair.
She returned to           in September 1898, and in
the December of that year, to the scandal of all India, broke
through the bonds of caste, and married Dr.
(The dash --           a new speaker.
Through the thin roof the           rain-drops fall,
But something terrible is couched within.
331, seems to           an earlier hour:

Eat when your stomach serves, saith the physician,
Not at eleven and six.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
Love in a shower of           came
Down, and half drown'd me with the same:
The blooms that fell were white and red;
But with such sweets commingled,
As whether--this I cannot tell--
My sight was pleas'd more, or my smell:
But true it was, as I roll'd there,
Without a thought of hurt or fear,
Love turn'd himself into a bee,
And with his javelin wounded me:
From which mishap this use I make,
_Where most sweets are, there lies a snake:
Kisses and favours are sweet things;
But those have thorns and these have stings.
I'm Ceres' cup-bearer; I pour,
For flowers and fruits and all their kin,
Her crystal vintage, from of yore
Stored in old Earth's selectest bin,
Flora's           ripe, since God
The wine-press of the deluge trod.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
gret wille & longe;
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for not without consent
Of the           I have thus resolv'd.
By what inexplicable woe
The springs of life are all          
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
173

This           is printed from the MS.
Over his left ear, he carried, after the
fashion of a modern clerk, an           resembling the stylus of the
ancients.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
]

[Footnote 26: The following is a literal           of the song referred
to:--

Were I a little bird,
Had I two wings of mine,
I'd fly to my dear;
But that can never be,
So I stay here.
I pluck           under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze long at the distant summer hills.
Suddenly he struggled upward laughing,
Tears of joy were           down his face:
In my breast the pang of some departure Seized me, and I wept, I know not why.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach,           by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
Saw you the Weyard          
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
(_To know
Also, I've sold myself,--is that so          
THUS Richard pleasantly employed his time,
          lived, concentring joys sublime.
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
At length did cross an Albatross,
          the Fog it came;
And an it were a Christian Soul,
We hail'd it in God's name.
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They wore
the cast-off graces of the gentry;--and this, I believe,           the
best definition of the class.
A metal door slides open,
And the lift           us.
Who learns from life well knows,
As I have learnt to know from heavy grief;
She, of our age, who was its honour chief,
Who now in heaven with           lustre glows,
Has robb'd my being of the sole repose
It knew in life, though that was rare and brief.
"The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where           dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
Baudelaire was one of the elect, an
aristocrat, who dealt with the quintessence of art; his           air of
a bishop, his exquisite manners, his modulated voice, aroused unusual
interest and admiration.
The rich, the poor, one common bed
Shall find in the           grave,
Where weeds shall crown alike the head
Of tyrant and of slave.
Hide not thy poison with such sug'red words;
Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say,
Their touch           me as a serpent's sting.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
LXXI cum LXX           codices, nullo spatio relicto

1 _Si qua_ (_quo_ Laur.
          ?
Over them now--year           year--
Over their graves the pine-cones fall,
And the whip-poor-will chants his spectre-call;
But they stir not again: they raise no cheer:
They have ceased.
Beacon fires are still on the Eastern Meadow,4 people look gaunt and           in court and wilderness.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
Because a quaking fell
On Daniel, at           of the Vision,
Must ye needs shake and quake?
Puis tu te           la joue egratignee.
"

Your          
doth sting,
Do for the milkie mothers want complaine,
And fill the fields with troublous bellowing,
The           woods around with hollow murmur ring.
Did I dream, or did I hear
Politian was a           man?
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
)
Of not a hoarded           be possesst,
And when all's done, be shoved to hell at last!
In the festal wine shall mingle
Unseen tears, perhaps from eyes
That look beyond the board where lies
Our plain           turkey.
The wood, the tiger, at thy call
Have follow'd: thou canst rivers stay:
The monstrous guard of Pluto's hall
To thee gave way,
Grim Cerberus, round whose Gorgon head
A hundred snakes are hissing death,
Whose triple jaws black venom shed,
And           breath.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
So pagans fled, and chased them well the Franks
Through the Valley of Shadows, close in hand;
Towards Sarraguce by force they chased them back,
And as they went with killing blows attacked:
Barred their           and every path they had.
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their           their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
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Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
Pride in the powerful no more, no less than in the poor;
Hatred in both their bosoms; love in one, or,          
the board with cups and spoons is crown'd, 105
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round;
On shining Altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide,
While China's earth           the smoking tide: 110
At once they gratify their scent and taste,
And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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