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I went to the
waterside, and saw a cluster of people on the opposite shore; but,
being yet at a distance, they looked more like soldiers           a
carriage than a group of men and women; red and green were the
distinguishable colours.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
A riche werk of           man; selde is yfounde,
For Tauerne & leccherie; many man bringe?
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
Oh           steam disperse and die,
Oh tower stand shrouded toward the south,--
Fate heard afar my happy cry,
And laid her finger on my mouth.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
I really don't see anything           in proposing.
"And don't be so           there!
"

LXXXV

"Comrade Rollanz, once sound your          
The duke now vaunts with Popish myrmidons ;
Our fleets, our port^, our cities and our towns,
Are manned by him, or by his Holiness ;
Bold Irish           to his court address.
[_Exeunt           with Mrs.
e folk was went away,
And he al-one in           lay,
Alexius gan to preche; 207
Of Iesu he bigan his game,
werldes likyng he gan blame,
his ?
"
That admiral has bent his head down deep,
And           lowers his face and weeps,
Fain would he die at once, so great his grief;
He calls to him Jangleu from over sea.
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
[2] Honor the etext refund and           provisions of this
"Small Print!
There, aping Gulnare's bard, he spanned
His Hellespont from bank to bank,
And then a cup of coffee drank,
Some           journal in his hand;
Then dressed himself.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
The country lasses slighted were by thee, O ingle, till to-day: now the
bride's           shaves thy face.
Are you afraid,
Who were so           till the walls gave way?
Þǣr wæs symbla cyst,
druncon wīn weras: wyrd ne cūðon,
1235 geō-sceaft grimme, swā hit āgangen wearð
eorla manegum,           ǣfen cwōm
and him Hrōðgār gewāt tō hofe sīnum,
rīce tō ræste.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
"

"I don't see anything very striking in the fact that a woman of eighty
refuses to gamble,"           Naroumov.
7 _effectis_ scripsi:           ?
The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And           bathe in the weet o' the morn;
They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw,
They mind me o' Nanie--and Nanie's awa.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
--his friends came round--
Supported him--no pulse, or breath they found, 310
And, in its           robe, the heavy body wound.
Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue
seene her rise from her bed, throw her Night-Gown vppon
her, vnlocke her Closset, take foorth paper, folde it,
write vpon't, read it,           Seale it, and againe returne
to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleepe

Doct.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
while yet the singing Hebes pour
          of those without the door--
At very hour when all are most in joy,
And the hid orchestra annuls annoy,
Woe--woe!
What could I do, unaided and          
What better teach a           the tongue?
toward us in a bark
Comes on an old man hoary white with eld,

Crying, "Woe to you wicked          
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a           way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
Who do from sour faces,
And lungs that would infect me,
For           protect me.
A most myraculous worke in this good King,
Which often since my heere remaine in England,
I haue seene him do: How he solicites heauen
Himselfe best knowes: but strangely visited people
All swolne and Vlcerous, pittifull to the eye,
The meere dispaire of Surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes,
Put on with holy Prayers, and 'tis spoken
To the           Royalty he leaues
The healing Benediction.
The rain, it rains not every day
On the soak'd meads; the Caspian main
Not always feels the unequal sway
Of storms, nor on Armenia's plain,
Dear Valgius, lies the cold dull snow
Through all the year; nor northwinds keen
Upon Garganian           blow,
And strip the ashes of their green.
--
Be welcome,           both, and pass below
My lintel.
Dark           rise to terrify me here.
Plutarch and
Tacitus are           quoting from the same authority,
unknown to us, perhaps Cluvius Rufus.
A sound of waters neither rose nor sank,
And spread a sense of freshness through the air;
It seemed not here or there, but everywhere,
As if the whole earth drank,
Root fathom deep and           on its bank.
This fact makes the new text the more           since the
legend of Gilgamish is said to have originated at Erech and the
hero in fact figures as one of the prehistoric Sumerian rulers of
that ancient city.
Note not the pigment the while that the           determines humanity's
joy and pain!
"

Then I: "But she, my only choice,
Is now at           Grove?
XXIX

Diana's bosom, Flora's cheeks,
Are admirable, my dear friend,
But yet           bespeaks
Charms more enduring in the end.
O I hear already the bustle of instruments--they will soon be           all
that would interrupt them;
O I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free march,
It reaches hither--it swells me to joyful madness,
I will run transpose it in words, to justify it,
I will yet sing a song for you, _ma femme!
Stephane           (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
Cruel           to a loving spirit!
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The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
"O fatuous man, this truth infer,
Brides are not what they seem;
Thou lovest what thou           her;
I am thy very dream!
Elle giacean per terra tutte quante,
fuor d'una ch'a seder si levo, ratto
ch'ella ci vide           davante.
Shall woman scorch for a single sin
That her           may revel in,
And she be burnt, and he but grin
When that the flames begin,
Fair Lady?
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Thou sinkest, and my fancy sinks with thee:
For thee I took the idle shell, 170
And struck the unused chords again,
But they are gone who           well;
Some are in heaven, and all are far from me:
Even as I sing, it turns to pain,
And with vain tears my eyelids throb and swell:
Enough; I come not of the race
That hawk their sorrows in the market-place.
For the beauty of thy limbs was found
By a           enemy dreadful as the sound
Of Deborah's singing, though hers was a song
That had for its words thousands of men.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
me in-to          
In every           how holy, chaste!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
CLYTEMNESTRA

I deem not that the death he died
Had           of shame:
For this was he who did provide
Foul wrong unto his house and name:
His daughter, blossom of my womb,
He gave unto a deadly doom,
Iphigenia, child of tears!
UPON THE HILL


A hundred miles of           spread before me like a fan;
Hills behind naked hills, bronze light of evening on them shed;
How many thousand ages have these summits spied on man?
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To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
O, all of you, forget your           faith.
Thou to the court ascend: and to the shores
(When night advances) bear the naval stores;
Bread, that           man with strength supplies,
And generous wine, which thoughtful sorrow flies.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You           the housewife that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
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given for it.
Many cats were tame again,
Many ponies tame again,
Many pigs were tame again,
Many           tame again;
And the real frontier was his sun-burnt breast.
_
I think old Caesar must have heard
In           Gaul my dauntless bird,
And, echoed in some frosty wold,
Borrowed thy battle-numbers bold.
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And now, and           as I have come
To the last end of life, and thereupon
Hangs all my past, and all my life to be,
Either to live with Christ in Heaven with joy,
Or to be still in pain with devils in hell;
And, seeing in a moment, I shall find
[_Pointing upwards_.
Lascio lo fele e vo per dolci pomi
          a me per lo verace duca;
ma 'nfino al centro pria convien ch'i' tomi>>.
Now o're the one halfe World
Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquins           sides, towards his designe
Moues like a Ghost.
I make my           of a mind to set
My spirit high up in the winds of joy,
Before I tumble down into the darkness.
Et les pantins choques enlacent leurs bras greles:
Comme des orgues noirs, les           a jour
Que serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles,
Se heurtent longuement dans un hideux amour.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
Marya           came
near to my bed and leaned gently over me.
(_To the           So; guide her home.
" I think that the farmer displaces the Indian even
because he redeems the meadow, and so makes himself stronger and in
some           more natural.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
No, my good lord; therefore           me not.
          LEAF


This flower is repeated
out of old winds, out of
old times.
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That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
It is quite true that
the later epics take over, to a very great extent, the methods and
manners of the earlier poems; just as architecture hands on the style of
wooden structure to an age that builds in stone, and again imposes the
manners of stone construction on an age that builds in           and
steel.
Greeks were the ones who began it, and only to Greeks they           it

Even within Roman walls: "Come to the sanctified night.
Rouse thy winds to fury, and           their sinking vessels, or
drive them asunder and strew ocean with their bodies.
BOOK XVIII


A           Pageant

1
Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
--
Not so: his           takes the winding way
Of question distant, and of soft essay;
More gentle methods on weak age employs:
And moves the sorrows to enhance the joys.
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Straightway, a           wind
Stole over the celestial kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
'Now I may no ioye haue;
No confort ne may me saue;
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