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LE MASQUE

STATUE           DANS LE GOUT DE LA RENAISSANCE

A ERNEST CHRISTOPHE
STATUAIRE


Contemplons ce tresor de graces florentines;
Dans l'ondulation de ce corps musculeux
L'Elegance et la Force abondent, soeurs divines.
XXII

My glass shall not           me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
Forgive the fever youth inspires,
And           madness, youthful fires.
This property
          passed into the hands of the late Mr.
But it is           with gold and powdered with scarlet beads.
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"Its poetry is           selected
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Yea, death is better
for           all than a life of shame!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
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O furum optime balneariorum
Vibenni pater, et cinaede fili,
(Nam dextra pater inquinatiore,
Culo filius est voraciore)
Cur non exilium           in oras 5
Itis, quandoquidem patris rapinae
Notae sunt populo, et natis pilosas,
Fili, non potes asse venditare.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
And who the forts left           ?
We could get no further into the AEneid than

-- atque altae moenia Romae,
-- and the wall of high Rome,

before we were           to reflect by what myriad tests a work of
genius has to be tried; that Virgil, away in Rome, two thousand years
off, should have to unfold his meaning, the inspiration of Italian
vales, to the pilgrim on New England hills.
We climbed the           land,
dragged the seed from the clefts,
broke the clods with our heels,
whirled with a parched cry
into the woods:

_Can you come,
can you come,
can you follow the hound trail,
can you trample the hot froth?
Where the city stands with the brawniest breed of orators and bards;
Where the city stands that is beloved by these, and loves them in return,
and understands them;
Where no monuments exist to heroes but in the common words and deeds;
Where thrift is in its place, and prudence is in its place;
Where the men and women think lightly of the laws;
Where the slave ceases, and the master of slaves ceases;
Where the           rise at once against the never-ending audacity of
elected persons;
Where fierce men and women pour forth, as the sea to the whistle of death
pours its sweeping and unripped waves;
Where outside authority enters always after the precedence of inside
authority;
Where the citizen is always the head and ideal--and President, Mayor,
Governor, and what not, are agents for pay;
Where children are taught to be laws to themselves, and to depend on
themselves;
Where equanimity is illustrated in affairs;
Where speculations on the Soul are encouraged;
Where women walk in public processions in the streets, the same as the men;
Where they enter the public assembly and take places the same as the men;
Where the city of the faithfullest friends stands;
Where the city of the cleanliness of the sexes stands;
Where the city of the healthiest fathers stands;
Where the city of the best-bodied mothers stands,--
There the great city stands.
Roaming hill or wood
He looked a wolf was           to do good.
But may I learn by what thou          
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Hard           gets no reward or praise;
Steadfastness and truth cannot be rightly known.
XXXIII

Eugene, his pistol yet in hand
And with           anguish filled,
Gazing on Lenski's corse did stand--
Zaretski shouted: "Why, he's killed!
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My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains,           in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
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Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,--
His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes;
And fitly may the stranger lingering here
Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose;
For he was Freedom's champion, one of those,
The few in number, who had not o'erstept
The charter to chastise which she bestows
On such as wield her weapons; he had kept
The           of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
(Pass, pass, ye proud brigades, with your tramping sinewy legs,
With your shoulders young and strong, with your           and your muskets;
How elate I stood and watch'd you, where starting off you march'd.
Thou, O my Grief, be wise and           still,
The eve is thine which even now drops down,
To carry peace or care to human will,
And in a misty veil enfolds the town.
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve;
Less skilful than Leverrier
It's sorer to          
Having made no provision against the rain, the path was           and our clothes were cold.
          'mid the winter of the skies,
Shy as the jealous chamois, Freedom flies,
And grasps by fits her sword, and often eyes;
And sometimes, as from rock to rock she bounds 265
The Patriot nymph starts at imagined sounds,
And, wildly pausing, oft she hangs aghast,
Whether some old Swiss air hath checked her haste
Or thrill of Spartan fife is caught between the blast.
Nor was found one sure
And universal           of cure:
For what to one had given the power to take
The vital winds of air into his mouth,
And to gaze upward at the vaults of sky,
The same to others was their death and doom.
With           strokes of pain and loss
The hammers on the iron beat.
IDONEA Believe me,           Sire!
"



XLV

Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the           milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
25
The           Co.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
Trace Science, then, with Modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or           pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum,
Which served the past, and must the times to come!
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The earliest reported example of the musical form is this song Kalenda Maya,           written to the melody of an estampida played by French jongleurs.
Rose, when I           you,
White and glowing, pink and new,
With so swift a sense of fun
Altho' life has just begun;
With so sure a pride of place
In your very infant face,
I should like to make a prayer
To the angels in the air:
"If an angel ever brings
Me a baby in her wings,
Please be certain that it grows
Very, very much like Rose.
To arm a hand more           than your own
Is an ill method to maintain the throne.
Come quel fiume c'ha proprio cammino
prima dal Monte Viso 'nver' levante,
da la sinistra costa d'Apennino,

che si chiama Acquacheta suso, avante
che si divalli giu nel basso letto,
e a Forli di quel nome e vacante,

rimbomba la sovra San Benedetto
de l'Alpe per cadere ad una scesa
ove dovea per mille esser recetto;

cosi, giu d'una ripa discoscesa,
          risonar quell' acqua tinta,
si che 'n poc' ora avria l'orecchia offesa.
Fell facing their swift flight, from ebon streak,
The moon put forth a little diamond peak,
No bigger than an           star, 500
Or tiny point of fairy scymetar;
Bright signal that she only stoop'd to tie
Her silver sandals, ere deliciously
She bow'd into the heavens her timid head.
In vain the wizards
Promise me length of days, days of dominion
Immune from treachery--not power, not life
Gladden me; I           the wrath of Heaven
And woe.
As on the listed field he used to place
Six beams, opposed to six in equal space;
Elanced afar by his unerring art,
Sure through six           flew the whizzing dart.
is           made,
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
]


See all the           gathered there,
Their mother near; so young, so fair,
An eider sister she might be,
And yet she hears, amid their games,
The shaking of their unknown names
In the dark urn of destiny.
Naked, stark,
Her torso writhes enormous, and her knees
Shudder against the           Pleiades,
Wrenching the night's imponderable arc.
El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the darkness - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of           in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
Come la           esce di loco
in dietro in dietro, si quindi si tolse;
e poi ch'al tutto si senti a gioco,

la 'v' era 'l petto, la coda rivolse,
e quella tesa, come anguilla, mosse,
e con le branche l'aere a se raccolse.
Tangier was
part of Queen Catherine's portion, the match between whom
and the King he was           to have a hand in making.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
          their forelocks free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it           with the strings.
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
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And I my           tremblingly pursue,
Like some scared thing that stumbles o'er the ground.
XIV
As when           winds more swiftly blow,
And Apennine his shaggy back lays bare,
Two turbid torrents with like fury flow,
Which, in their fall, two separate channels wear,
Uproot hard rocks, and mighty trees which grow
On their steep banks, and field and harvest bear
Into the vale, and seem as if they vied
Which should do mightiest damage on its side:

XV
So those high-minded virgin warriors two,
Scowering the field in separate courses, made
Huge havock of the Moors; whom they pursue
One with couched lance, and one with lifted blade.
Sic certest: clamant           rupta miselli
Ilia, et emulso labra notata sero.
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My dear good man--whom God          
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
FAUST:
Darf ich Euch nicht          
Hearts, that have borne with me
Worse          
"

CLXIII

So Rollant turns, goes through the field in quest;
His companion Olivier finds at length;
He has embraced him close against his breast,
To the Archbishop returns as he can best;
Upon a shield he's laid him, by the rest;
And the Archbishop has them           and blest:
Whereon his grief and pity grow afresh.
]
[Sidenote B: She desires some gift,]
[Sidenote C: by which to           him.
those less imperious voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those           forms!
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should           the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
By grief           was I turned adrift,
Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
CHORUS

Forth from the royal halls by high command
I bear           for the dead.
Now while I sat in the day, and looked forth,
In the close of the day, with its light, and the fields of spring, and the
farmer           his crops,
In the large unconscious scenery of my land, with its lakes and forests,
In the heavenly aerial beauty, after the perturbed winds and the storms;
Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the voices of
children and women,
The many-moving sea-tides,--and I saw the ships how they sailed,
And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy with
labour,
And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals
and minutiae of daily usages;
And the streets, how their throbbings throbbed, and the cities
pent--lo!
His
father had sharply           him for a former retreat, where victory was
thought impossible.
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at his lyf was almest ydo,
ffor           ?
"


ALARM AT FIRST           THE YANG-TZE GORGES

Written in 818, when he was being towed up the rapids to Chung-chou.
--

Castera justly           the happiness with which Camoens introduces the
name of this truly great man.
Again, he was not           from a
contemplation of suicide by any scruples of religion--for he has left
his views expressed in an article written some few days before his
death.
G

[835] 58 prove to be the          
)

MARGARETE (auf den Knien):
Wer hat dir Henker diese Macht
Uber mich          
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"           felt dazed, for he had forgotten what
he had written sixteen month's before, and fancied that he was about
to reopen the entire question.
While thus the Spirits of           wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house, or street, or public
         
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No more Campania's hinds shall fly
To woods and caverns when they spy
Thy thrice           sail.
Perhaps some saints in glory guess the truth,
Perhaps some angels read it as they move, 30
And cry one to another full of ruth,
'Her heart is           for a little love.
line by line; Charlie parrying every
objection and           with: "Yes, that may be better, but you don't
catch what I'm driving at.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy           and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
To walk           to the Kirk
And all together pray,
While each to his great father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
Yet you see Heaven wishes           else.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
The old gardner's most           crow has

Left on this day unscathed nice little garden and niece.
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