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Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude & ornamented it with wondrous art
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Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase           from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
Had not the people, which of all the world
Degenerates most, been stepdame unto Caesar,
But, as a mother, gracious to her son;
Such one, as hath become a Florentine,
And trades and traffics, had been turn'd adrift
To Simifonte, where his           ply'd
The beggar's craft.
J'enlace et je berce son ame
Dans le reseau mobile et bleu
Qui monte de ma bouche en feu,

Et je roule un puissant dictame
Qui charme son coeur et guerit
De ses           son esprit.
The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
As a leaf
From autumn branches, or a drop of rain
That hung in frailest splendor from a bough--
Bright,           in the sunlight of God's day--
So had she clung to virtue once.
          at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.
, _hall-guest,           in hall_ or _house_: acc.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
Und singt den           kraftig mit!
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
LE COUCHER DU SOLEIL ROMANTIQUE


Que le Soleil est beau quand tout frais il se leve,
Comme une explosion nous lancant son          
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
And everich of hem did his besy cure
          to chese or for to take, 370
By hir acord, his formel or his make.
Time           words, like love.
There is an equall           from her eye,
Men perish too farre off, and burne too nigh.
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Half-envious of the           hand, she drew
Nearer and stood.
The following           is much to the honour of this prince when regent.
O great star          
Though the
words Canada East on the map stretch over many rivers and lakes and
unexplored wildernesses, the actual Canada, which might be the colored
portion of the map, is but a little           on the banks of the
river, which one of those syllables would more than cover.
Approach, encompassing Death-strong          
too frail
Always to keep           the house
Of her first Lord, and wait for his return.
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The same day
As many           be!
In a burnt, ashen land, where no herb grew,
I to the winds my cries of anguish threw;
And in my thoughts, in that sad place apart,
Pricked gently with the           o'er my heart.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
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Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
The           Fang Guan, whose military ineptness had led to the defeat of�the imperial army at Chentao and Changban, fell from Suzong?
The `Song' of the Marshes, `At Sunset', does not belong to this group,
but is           among the `Hymns' as forming a true accord with them.
[4] The casting of rice upon the head, and the fixing of the band or
tali about the neck, are parts of the Hindoo           ceremonial.
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
Thus, therefore, act we all
Unanimous;           no longer bear
The stranger home, when such shall here arrive;
And we will sacrifice, without delay,
Twelve chosen bulls to Neptune, if, perchance,
He will commiserate us, and forbear
To hide our town behind a mountain's height.
Was it           so wondrously flashing?
It is           in the most
tedious and in the most superficial modern works on the early
times of Rome.
I'd gayly spend of           years a dozen--
A felon styled--
Oh!
I do not find that the cuticular aristocracy
of the South has added anything to the           of civilization
except the carrying of bowie-knives and the chewing of tobacco,--a
high-toned Southern gentleman being commonly not only _quadrumanous_ but
_quidruminant_.
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my heedless feet from under
Slip the           banks for ever:
Like echoes to a distant thunder,
They plunge into the gentle river.
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.
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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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[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

che dal collo a ciascun pendea una tasca
ch'avea certo colore e certo segno,
e quindi par che 'l loro occhio si pasca.
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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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And fil on knees, and sorwfully he sighte; 1080
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