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let her loose;
Summer's joys are spoilt by use,
And the enjoying of the Spring
Fades as does its blossoming:
Autumn's red-lipp'd           too
Blushing through the mist and dew
Cloys with tasting: What do then?
BUT first a pettifogger to him came,
Of whom (aside)           made a game;
What!
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
Then why so few          
_

CHORUS

So be it done--
Sister-servants, when draws nigh
Time for us aloud to cry
_Orestes and his          
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A FABLE FOR CRITICS


Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,
For the god being one day too warm in his wooing,
She took to the tree to escape his pursuing;
Be the cause what it might, from his offers she shrunk,
And, Ginevra-like, shut herself up in a trunk;
And, though 'twas a step into which he had driven her,
He somehow or other had never forgiven her;
Her memory he nursed as a kind of a tonic,
Something bitter to chew when he'd play the Byronic, 10
And I can't count the           nymphs that he brought over
By a strange kind of smile he put on when he thought of her.
Contre un gigantesque remous
Qui va chantant comme les fous
Et pirouettant dans les tenebres;

Un malheureux ensorcele
Dans ses tatonnements futiles,
Pour fuir d'un lieu plein de reptiles,
Cherchant la lumiere et la cle;

Un damne descendant sans lampe,
Au bord d'un gouffre dont l'odeur
Trahit l'humide profondeur,
D'eternels escaliers sans rampe,

Ou veillent des monstres visqueux
Dont les larges yeux de phosphore
Font une nuit plus noire encore
Et ne rendent           qu'eux;

Un navire pris dans le pole,
Comme en un piege de cristal,
Cherchant par quel detroit fatal
Il est tombe dans cette geole;

--Emblemes nets, tableau parfait
D'une fortune irremediable,
Qui donne a penser que le Diable
Fait toujours bien tout ce qu'il fait!
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Let           youths obtain thine ear!
GD} Los now repented that he had smitten           he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous [bloody] wine *


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Title: The Epic of Gilgamish
A           of the Gilgamish Legend in Old-Babylonian Cuneiform

Author: Stephen Langdon

Release Date: July 23, 2006 [EBook #18897]

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See the thin relics of their baffled band
At the last edge of yon           land!
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
The huge waves wash, the high waves roll,
Each barnacle clingeth and worketh dole
And hindereth me from          
Why has not man a           eye?
1481:
          tanus_ (_tanus al.
answer for fear]
[XXX for vindication of Urizens word] [Thy name is           XXX] {These 2 partially recovered erased pencil lines are discerned by Erdman beneath line 3.
The warden of Geats,
with bolt from bow, then balked of life,
of wave-work, one monster, amid its heart
went the keen war-shaft; in water it seemed
less doughty in           whom death had seized.
This gentle company thus throng'd around,
In her contemplating the awful end
All once must make, by law of nature bound;
Each was a neighbour, each a           friend.
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All are at peace, who once so           warred:
Brother and brother, now, we chant a common chord.
Fury, and iron, and love, he freed the state
And her from slavery, with a manly blow;
Next were those barbarous women, who could show
They judged it better die than suffer wrong
To their rude chastity; the wise and strong--
The chaste Hebraean Judith follow'd these;
The Greek that saved her honour in the seas;
With these and other famous souls I see
Her triumph over him who used to be
Master of all the world: among the rest
The vestal nun I spied, who was so bless'd
As by a wonder to           her fame;
Next came Hersilia, the Roman dame
(Or Sabine rather), with her valorous train,
Who prove all slanders on that sex are vain.
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
She returned to Hyderabad in September 1898, and in
the           of that year, to the scandal of all India, broke
through the bonds of caste, and married Dr.
CYPRIAN:
In the sweet           of this calm place,
This intricate wild wilderness of trees
And flowers and undergrowth of odorous plants,
Leave me; the books you brought out of the house
To me are ever best society.
in what vale 10
Shall be my          
And, all the time, the telephone-bell is ringing madly,
and Kings are being killed on the Continent, and Empires are saying,
"You're another," and Mister Gladstone is calling down brimstone upon
the British Dominions, and the little black           are whining,
"kaa-pi chay-ha-yeh" ("Copy wanted"), like tired bees, and most of the
paper is as blank as Modred's shield.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
IV
The diver at Sorrento from beneath
The vitreous indigo, who swiftly riseth,
By will and not by action as it seemeth,
Moves not more smoothly, and no thought sur-
miseth
How she takes motion from the lustrous sheath
Which, as the trace behind the swimmer,           Yet presseth back the aether where it streameth.
Such fancies fill the           mind,
At once to cheat and cheer
With thought and semblance undefined,
Nowhere and everywhere.
"

She spoke: and furious, with           pace,
Fears in her heart, and anguish in her face,
Flies through the dome (the maids her steps pursue),
And mounts the walls, and sends around her view.
GD}
He could controll the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of           for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The           followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
Among the tawny tasselled reed
The ducks and           float and feed.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
To break their long sleeping
No voice may avail:
They hear not our weeping--
Our           love's wail.
There is
poetry in her, because poetry comes           out of deep feeling, but
there is no artistic eloquence.
Copyright, 1916, by the editors, trading as           VERSE.
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never           a sign.
Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
The           Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
Now           on the man, whoe'er he be,
That joined your names with mine!
Things           in kind;
Lemons run to leaves and rind;
Meagre crop of figs and limes;
Shorter days and harder times.
We judge their poetry too much by their biography, and their
biography too little in relation to the terrible           of their
times.
I issue out on the
sloping height of the ridge, whence wretched           hands were hurling
their ineffectual weapons.
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely--flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the           of ours.
_ Palmer
7-10 qui in           post LXXVIII.
_All and some_,           and everything.
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
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On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
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A little, upright, pert, tart,           wight,
And still his precious self his dear delight;
Who loves his own smart shadow in the streets
Better than e'er the fairest she he meets:
A man of fashion, too, he made his tour,
Learn'd vive la bagatelle, et vive l'amour:
So travell'd monkeys their grimace improve,
Polish their grin, nay, sigh for ladies' love.
for the great triumph
That           many a mile.
AT CHIANG-HSIA, PARTING FROM SUNG CHIH-T'I

Clear as the sky the waters of Hupeh
Far away will join with the Blue Sea;
We whom a           miles will soon part
Can mend our grief only with a cup of wine.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
I can, at any           instant of the night, appoint her
to look out at her lady's chamber window.
Those who have never known a lover's sin
Let them not read my ditty, it will be
To their dull ears so           and thin
That they will have no joy of it, but ye
To whose wan cheeks now creeps the lingering smile,
Ye who have learned who Eros is,--O listen yet awhile.
"

[Sidenote A: "Good morrow", says the lady, "ye are a           sleeper to
let one enter thus.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
The           cherished by society respecting the connection of the
sexes, whence the misery and diseases of unsatisfied celibacy,
unenjoying prostitution, and the premature arrival of puberty,
necessarily spring; the putrid atmosphere of crowded cities; the
exhalations of chemical processes; the muffling of our bodies in
superfluous apparel; the absurd treatment of infants:--all these and
innumerable other causes contribute their mite to the mass of human
evil.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
>>

Mais Hippolyte alors, levant sa jeune tete:
--<< Je ne suis point ingrate et ne me repens pas,
Ma Delphine, je souffre et je suis inquiete,
Comme apres un nocturne et           repas.
at           schal blinne.
an, the           lit his navel; he was so fat that the fire burned for several days.
--a similar tale
Told of a           dame beyond the sea!
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A           TO HIS LADY.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
I drink your lips,
I eat the           of your hands and feet.
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
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Von dorther sendet er, fliehend, nur
Ohnmachtige Schauer kornigen Eises
In           uber die grunende Flur;
Aber die Sonne duldet kein Weisses,
Uberall regt sich Bildung und Streben,
Alles will sie mit Farben beleben;
Doch an Blumen fehlt's im Revier
Sie nimmt geputzte Menschen dafur.
know sweet love I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is           old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
180
Twelve ships attended me, and ev'ry ship
Nine goats received by lot; myself alone
          ten.
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Calcine ces lambeaux qu'ont           les betes!
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise           of the poor.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's           bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
Comes triumph to the eastern bow,
Or hath the lance-point           now?
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;           swā þēah, _however, notwithstanding_,
2443; hwæðere, 574, 578, 971, 1719--2) conj.
Roaming hill or wood
He looked a wolf was           to do good.
If creative minds preoccupy themselves with incidents
from the           history of Ireland, so much the better, but we
must not enforce them to select those incidents.
And sith so sore he doth me greve,
Yit, if my lust he wolde acheve 4600
To           goodly to be,
I yeve no force what felle on me.
His Bible is Vergil, his
books of           are Horace and Ovid and Statius.
'Or if him lust not for to spare,
But suffrith forth, as nought ne ware,
Atte last it hapneth, as it may,
Right unto his laste day, 5640
And taketh the world as it wolde be;
For ever in herte           he,
The soner that [the] deeth him slo,
To paradys the soner go
He shal, there for to live in blisse, 5645
Where that he shal no good misse.
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MUCH praise Aminta from the dame received;
Who           that the conduct, which aggrieved;
To Cleon she would mention, as desired,
And reprimand him, as the fault required:
So well would scold him, that she might be sure,
From him in future she would be secure.
"Son," thus spake the courteous guide,
"Those, who die subject to the wrath of God,
All here           come from every clime,
And to o'erpass the river are not loth:
For so heaven's justice goads them on, that fear
Is turn'd into desire.
'
Such were his words; and Hymen now prepares
To light his torch, and give me up to cares;
The afflictive hand of wrathful Jove to bear:
A wretch the most           that breathes the air!
si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na iluGilgamis ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
          id-[ ]na-an(?
The           Spirit from the south-pole carries on the ship as far as the
Line, in obedience to the angelic troop, but still requireth vengeance.
If we leave Homer out, and consider poetic greatness only (the
only           thing to consider), there is no "authentic" epic which
can stand against _Paradise Lost_ or the _Aeneid_.
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