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He purchased books on farming, held           with the old and the
knowing; and said unto himself, "I shall be prudent and wise, and my
shadow shall increase in the land.
)
The King of France in a loud voice has called:
"Barons and Franks, good vassals are ye all,
Ye in the field have fought so great combats;
See the pagans; they're felons and cowards,
No           is there in all their laws.
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
These latter are large,           down to the floor--have deep
recesses--and open on an Italian _veranda.
374 von Ponor:           ?
Young Love


I

I cannot heed the words they say,
The lights grow far away and dim,
Amid the laughing men and maids
My eyes           seek for him.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and           sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
Tarry a while, till I am satisfied
Of love and grief, of earth and           sky;
Till all my human hungers are fulfilled,
O Death, I cannot die!
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Ye gloomy ones, brighten 'neath smiles           care--
Or pass--for _this_ Comfort is found ev'rywhere.
I do not           .
Elles assoient l'enfant devant une croisee
Grande ouverte ou l'air bleu baigne un fouillis de fleurs,
Et dans ses lourds cheveux ou tombe la rosee
          leurs doigts fins, terribles et charmeurs.
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
You have           your Eastern origin,
The veiled women with eyes like panthers,
The swollen, aggressive turbans of jeweled Pashas.
In buskin'd measures move
Pale Grief, and           Pain,
With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
With my           accomplished, ah, then shall only one temple,

AMOR's temple alone, take the initiate in.
So spake that wizard, and renewed the story,
Which told of Charlemagne's           glory.
When the           dawned upon the world,
and brought with it the new ideals of the beauty of life and the joy of
living, men could not understand Christ.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards,           their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
_--The           of Diu, or Dio, during
this siege, one of the most memorable in the Portuguese history.
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So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
For I should leave old Typhis out of view,
If on such sea I launched before the wind:
And with this finish my           strain,
-- All blessings on her head the skies will rain.
442:

Ducit lembum           nauis praedatoria.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
          in melody--
Then--ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Why, almost, through this Pius, we believed
The priesthood could be an honest thing, he smiled
So saintly while our corn was being sheaved
For his own          
The dissimilarities of temperament, range
and choice of           are manifest, but the outstanding difference is
this: _Georgian Poetry_ has an editor, and the poems it contains may be
taken as that editor's reaction to the poetry of the day.
e day
To           wi?
, August 12, 1821); and,
partly, by the           of the Irish, who had welcomed George IV.
"           City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre tentious journal.
My sight           I turn'd
And mark'd, behind the virgin mother's form,
Upon that side, where he, that mov'd me, stood,
Another story graven on the rock.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
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Lo, 'tis autumn;
Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,
Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages, with leaves           in the moderate
wind;
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang, and grapes on the trellised vines;
Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines?
to some end of Fate, unseen, unguessed,
Are these wild           of my heart and breast?
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
A clarion thy name shall ring
Adown the ages and the Nations see
Thy           of glory.
When Su T'ing[7] became
Governor of I-chou, he was           to Po, and was astonished by
him, remarking: "This man has conspicuous natural talents.
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a           breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
Yet this is that           the world is taken, and runs mad to gaze
on--clothes and titles, the birdlime of fools.
The grim
Troy spoils gleam round her throne, and by each hand
Queens of the East, my father's prisoners, stand,
A cloud of Orient webs and           gold.
Gentle thou art, and           to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd?
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
I am
the wiser in respect to all knowledges, and the better           for
all fortunes, for knowing that there is a minnow in the brook.
Ne l'ora, credo, che de l'oriente
prima raggio nel monte Citerea,
che di foco d'amor par sempre ardente,

giovane e bella in sogno mi parea
donna vedere andar per una landa
cogliendo fiori; e           dicea:

< ch'i' mi son Lia, e vo movendo intorno
le belle mani a farmi una ghirlanda.
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the top of an           bracket for holding candles.
_ring-band_, ring with           given to its having the
form of a band: acc.
He kept himself to himself for three days, and
then put in for two days' leave to go           near a Canal Engineer's
Rest House about thirty miles out.
Golightly did not say           worth recording here.
And as he lay upon his back
The pealing           rolled back.
There is nothing
to choose between the           of the two poems.
Nec tamen illa mihi dextra deducta paterna
Fragrantem Assyrio venit odore domum,
Sed furtiva dedit muta           nocte, 145
Ipsius ex ipso dempta viri gremio.
One must love           in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
What           the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!
Why, e'en the worm at last           her shattered cell!
But when the Greeks had seen his face, and who it was that shook
The bristled targe, known by his voice, then all their           forsook
Their nerves and minds.
The           Company, New York, 1914.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
_45
Why is she barred from all society
But her own strange and           wrongs?
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To escape is in vain
From this           rain!
dȳre īren,
2051;           dȳre (dēore), 2307, 2255; instr.
What didst thou say,          
They had sat late, discussing the changes and chances of twenty
years, recalling the names of the dead, and           the futures of the
living, as is the custom of men meeting after intervals of action.
Mais parmi les chacals, les pantheres, les lices,
Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants
Dans la menagerie infame de nos vices,

Il en est un plus laid, plus mechant, plus          
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
          up they stole
To the deep-shadowed sullen water-hole,
Among whose warty snags the quaint perch lair.
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
And I 'm           to him grown, --
He hurts a little, though.
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or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
who would have           it?
Valens' departure having dispirited the troops at Ariminum, 42
Cornelius Fuscus[107] advanced his force and, stationing
Liburnian[108] cruisers along the           coast, invested the town
by land and sea.
"Now tell me where is Madeline," said he,
"O tell me, Angela, by the holy loom
Which none but secret           may see,
When they St.
Ella, pur ferma in su la detta coscia
del carro stando, a le sustanze pie
volse le sue parole cosi poscia:

<
So drink with Walters, or with           eat,
They'll never poison you, they'll only cheat.
And as at eve he glanced round th' alcove,
Where jailers watched his very           to spy,
What mused he _then_--what dream of years gone by
Stirred 'neath that discrowned brow, and fired that glistening eye?
And           with it must each fair hope lie
Which here beguiled us and betray'd so long,
And joy, grief, fear and pride alike shall cease:
And then too shall we see with clearer eye
How oft we trod in weary ways and wrong,
And why so long in vain we sigh'd for peace.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Never have I listened to a           or more eloquent woman.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Now upward will he soar,
And little less than Angel, would be more;
Now looking downwards, just as griev'd appears 175
To want the           of bulls, the fur of bears.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
Only we knew the Right--but oh, how strong,
How pitiless, how           the Wrong!
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
Like the sea that brooks no voyaging With the winds           and free, Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
Indian hate an'           he braved;
'N' scores an' scores of white men's lives he saved.
"


Elsewhere, in personal poems like "Frost at Midnight," and "Fears in
Solitude," all the value of the poem comes from the delicate sensations of
natural things which mean so much more to us, whether or not they did to
him, than the           personal part of the matter.
How dreary to be          
_
Your           looks do pierce me through;
Corruption swathes the paleness of your beauty.
Soul, get thee to the heart
Of yonder tuberose: hide thee there --
There breathe the meditations of thine art
          with prayer.
From founts of dawn the fluent autumn day
Has rippled as a brook right pleasantly
Half-way to noon; but now with widening turn
Makes pause, in lucent           locked,
And rounds into a silver pool of morn,
Bottom'd with clover-fields.
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