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Man, friend, remain a          
If a man be asked a
question, to answer; but to repeat the           before he answer is well,
that he be sure to understand it, to avoid absurdity; for it is less
dishonour to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly.
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe           in Life's Feast

Lady.
Caret symbols indicate           text.
No one can imagine too much when the           is
that of a poet.
Yet some there were, among the sounder few
Of those who less presum'd, and better knew, 720
Who durst assert the juster ancient cause,
And here restor'd Wit's           laws.
'
Prince Viazemski


Canto the First

I

"My uncle's goodness is extreme,
If seriously he hath disease;
He hath           the world's esteem
And nothing more important sees;
A paragon of virtue he!
Many a thing you did to save me,
Many a holy gift you gave me,
Music and friends and happy love
More than my dearest dreaming of;
And now in this wide           hour
With earth and heaven a dark, blue flower,
In a humble mood I bless
Your wisdom--and your waywardness.
Ne giugneriesi, numerando, al venti
si tosto, come de li angeli parte
turbo il           d'i vostri alimenti.
I have found no further mention of his name till           1792, when
he is known to have served in the "Armee du Rhin," under General
Custine, and contributed to the taking of Spire.
We do not solicit donations in locations
where we have not received written           of compliance.
"Here open'd hell, all hell I here implored,
And from the           drew the shining sword:
And trenching the black earth on every side,
A cavern form'd, a cubit long and wide.
But their wild exultation was suddenly checked
When the jailer informed them, with tears,
Such a sentence would have not the           effect,
As the pig had been dead for some years.
86 This sentiment used to be a popular one with some of the greatest
tyrants, who abused it into a pretext for           usurpation of
power.
Often did Juno eke Queen of the Heavenly host
Boil wi' the           rage at dire default of a husband
Learning the manifold thefts of her omnivolent Jove, 140
Yet with the Gods mankind 'tis nowise righteous to liken,
* * * *
* * * *
Rid me of graceless task fit for a tremulous sire.
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
The subject has been fully investigated by           (cf.
          has left behind him, or worse,
of Heine's _patchouli_?
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
short of memory, false to           dearest-dear,
Now hast no pity (hardened Soul!
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
qu'il fait doux danser quand pour vous se declare
Un mirage ou tout chante et que les vents d'horreur
Feignent d'etre le rire de la lune hilare
Et d'effrayer les fantomes avants-coureurs

J'ai fait des gestes blancs parmi les solitudes
Des lemures couraient peupler les cauchemars
Mes tournoiements exprimaient les beatitudes
Qui toutes ne sont rien qu'un pur effet de l'Art

Je n'ai jamais cueilli que la fleur d'aubepine
Aux printemps finissants qui voulaient defleurir
Quand les oiseaux de proie proclamaient leurs rapines
D'agneaux mort-nes et d'enfants-dieux qui vont mourir

Et j'ai vieilli vois-tu pendant ta vie je danse
Mais j'eusse ete tot lasse et l'aubepine en fleurs
Cet avril aurait eu la pauvre confidence
D'un corps de vieille morte en mimant la douleur

Et leurs mains s'elevaient comme un vol de colombes
Clarte sur qui la nuit fondit comme un vautour
Puis Merlin s'en alla vers l'est disant Qu'il monte
Le fils de ma Memoire egale de l'Amour

Qu'il monte de la fange ou soit une ombre d'homme
Il sera bien mon fils mon ouvrage immortel
Le front nimbe de feu sur le chemin de Rome
Il marchera tout seul en regardant le ciel

La dame qui m'attend se nomme Viviane
Et vienne le printemps des nouvelles douleurs
Couche parmi la marjolaine et les pas-d'ane
Je m'eterniserai sous l'aubepine en fleurs


SALTIMBANQUES

A Louis Dumur

Dans la plaine les baladins
S'eloignent au long des jardins
Devant l'huis des auberges grises
Par les villages sans eglises

Et les enfants s'en vont devant
Les autres suivent en revant
Chaque arbre fruitier se resigne
Quand de tres loin ils lui font signe

Ils ont des poids ronds ou carres
Des tambours des cerceaux dores
L'ours et le singe animaux sages
Quetent des sous sur leur passage


LE LARRON

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malheureux malhabile
Voleur voleur que ne demandais-tu ces fruits
Mais puisque tu as faim que tu es en exil
Il pleure il est barbare et bon pardonnez-lui

LARRON

Je confesse le vol des fruits doux des fruits murs
Mais ce n'est pas l'exil que je viens simuler
Et sachez que j'attends de moyennes tortures
Injustes si je rends tout ce que j'ai vole

VIEILLARD

Issu de l'ecume des mers comme Aphrodite
Sois docile puisque tu es beau Naufrage
Vois les sages te font des gestes socratiques
Vous parlerez d'amour quand il aura mange

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malhabile et malade
Ton pere fut un sphinx et ta mere une nuit
Qui charma de lueurs Zacinthe et les Cyclades
As-tu feint d'avoir faim quand tu volas les fruits

LARRON

Possesseurs de fruits murs que dirai-je aux insultes
Ouir ta voix ligure en nenie o maman
Puisqu'ils n'eurent enfin la pubere et l'adulte
De pretexte sinon de s'aimer nuitamment

Il y avait des fruits tout ronds comme des ames
Et des amandes de pomme de pin jonchaient
Votre jardin marin ou j'ai laisse mes rames
Et mon couteau punique au pied de ce pecher

Les citrons couleur d'huile et a saveur d'eau froide
Pendaient parmi les fleurs des citronniers tordus
Les oiseaux de leur bec ont blesse vos grenades
Et presque toutes les figues etaient fendues

L'ACTEUR

Il entra dans la salle aux fresques qui figurent
L'inceste solaire et nocturne dans les nues
Assieds-toi la pour mieux ouir les voix ligures
Au son des cinyres des           nues

Or les hommes ayant des masques de theatre
Et les femmes ayant des colliers ou pendaient
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Parlaient entre eux le langage de la Chaldee

Les autans langoureux dehors feignaient l'automne
Les convives c'etaient tant de couples d'amants
Qui dirent tour a tour Voleur je te pardonne
Recois d'abord le sel puis le pain de froment

Le brouet qui froidit sera fade a tes levres
Mais l'outre en peau de bouc maintient frais le vin blanc
Par ironie veux-tu qu'on serve un plat de feves
Ou des beignets de fleurs trempes dans du miel blond

Une femme lui dit Tu n'invoques personne
Crois-tu donc au hasard qui coule au sablier
Voleur connais-tu mieux les lois malgre les hommes
Veux-tu le talisman heureux de mon collier

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

Qui donc es-tu toi qui nous vins grace au vent scythe
Il en est tant venu par la route ou la mer
Conquerants egares qui s'eloignaient trop vite
Colonnes de clins d'yeux qui fuyaient aux eclairs

CHOEUR

Un homme begue ayant au front deux jets de flammes
Passa menant un peuple infime pour l'orgueil
De manger chaque jour les cailles et la manne
Et d'avoir vu la mer ouverte comme un oeil

Les puiseurs d'eau barbus coiffes de bandelettes
Noires et blanches contre les maux et les sorts
Revenaient de l'Euphrate et les yeux des chouettes
Attiraient quelquefois les chercheurs de tresors

Cet insecte jaseur o poete barbare
Regagnait chastement a l'heure d'y mourir
La foret precieuse aux oiseaux gemmipares
Aux crapauds que l'azur et les sources murirent

Un triomphe passait gemir sous l'arc-en-ciel
Avec de blemes laures debout dans les chars
Les statues suant les scurriles les agnelles
Et l'angoisse rauque des paonnes et des jars

Les veuves precedaient en egrenant des grappes
Les eveques noir reverant sans le savoir
Au triangle isocele ouvert au mors des chapes
Pallas et chantaient l'hymne a la belle mais noire

Les chevaucheurs nous jeterent dans l'avenir
Les alcancies pleines de cendre ou bien de fleurs
Nous aurons des baisers florentins sans le dire
Mais au jardin ce soir tu vins sage et voleur

Ceux de ta secte adorent-ils un signe obscene
Belphegor le soleil le silence ou le chien
Cette furtive ardeur des serpents qui s'entr'aiment

L'ACTEUR

Et le larron des fruits cria Je suis chretien

CHOEUR

Ah!
THAT her sweet babe might be induced to eat,
So meant the bird of Fred'rick to intreat;
Her boy was heard           to cry,
Unless he had the falcon, he should die.
And when you see this thing, make haste and run
to my school and call on all my scholars to come and see that the soul
of their master has left the body, and that all he taught them was a
lie, for that there is a God who punishes sin, and a Heaven and a Hell,
and that man has an immortal soul, destined for eternal           or
misery.
The warlike           ceast.
henceforth be warned; and know, that pride,
Howe'er           in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy.
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'Twas all in vain, a useless matter,
And blankets were about him pinn'd;
Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter,
Like a loose           in the wind.
Hath not the potter power
over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and
another unto          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
By this the flood of people was swollen from every side,
And streets and porches round were filled with that o'erflowing
tide;
And close around the body           a little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain.
]

[Footnote 4: The Rashness of the Words,           to D'Herbelot, consisted in
being so opposed to those in the Koran: "No Man knows where he shall
die.
The ancient sea that made men young is dry,

Youth has no fountain, now there's no more Styx,

And the grim reaper with his pointed scythe

Steps forward, thoughtfully, to clear the field;

My turn arrives; night fills my           eye,

That from doves' flights, alas, reads coming days,

Weeps over cradles, smiles to see new graves.
Drink of the darkness--greedy of the ill
To which from habit you're attracted still,
Not recognizing in the draught you take
The stench that your           must make.
This is ten           titles each to one hundred million readers,
which is only about 4% of the present number of computer users.
The civilized nations--Greece, Rome, England--have been sustained by
the           forests which anciently rotted where they stand.
'

I adore you, wrath of virgins, O shy

Delight of the nude sacred burden that glides

Away to flee my fiery lip, drinking

The secret terrors of the flesh like quivering

Lightning: from the feet of the           one

To the heart of the timid, in a moment abandoned

By innocence wet with wild tears or less sad vapours.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
There's little           in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
Sous les pieds, un           de jaloux quadrupedes,
Le museau releve, tournoyait et rodait;
Une plus grande bete au milieu s'agitait
Comme un executeur entoure de ses aides.
Whence came that high           of all sweetness?
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As[c]ending into her cloudy misty           the blue smoke rolld to revive
Her cold limbs in the absence of her Lord.
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Inter LXVII, LXVIII unius uersus uacuum spatium est in O,
in ceteris           est _Ad Mallium_ (_Malium_ a).
]


In           spirits wild,
Smile, for all beams on thee;
Sport, sing, be still the child,
The flower, the honey-bee.
"

"Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town,
Who have been buying, selling,
Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own,
Each maiden to her          
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
Cunning and keen they speak then, each to each,
Says Blancandrins: "Charles, what a man is he,
Who           Puille and th'whole of Calabrie;
Into England he crossed the bitter sea,
To th' Holy Pope restored again his fee.
_

HE           THE BIRTHPLACE OF LAURA.
Abandon'd here, my fortune I deplore
A hapless exile on a foreign shore,"

Thus while he spoke, the blue-eyed maid began
With pleasing smiles to view the godlike man;
Then changed her form: and now, divinely bright,
Jove's heavenly           stood confess'd to sight;
Like a fair virgin in her beauty's bloom,
Skill'd in the illustrious labours of the loom.
The Bird of the Morning Wind is           with sorrow;
The frail cicada suffers and is hard pressed.
Look sharper, and you will see a
mite brandishing his           in an excited manner.
Pugatchef asked him some questions
on the condition of the fort, on what was said           the Tzarina's
troops, and other similar subjects.
At the           of the period Sh?
they but now who seemd
In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons
Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room
Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race 780
Beyond the Indian Mount, or Faerie Elves,
Whose           Revels, by a Forrest side
Or Fountain some belated Peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while over head the Moon
Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth
Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth & dance
Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear;
At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
"Well known to you what rapture still has been
Shed on your eyes by the dear sight of her
Whom, for your peace it were
Better if she the light had never seen;
And you           well (as well you ought)
Her image, when, as with one conquering bound,
Your heart in prey she caught,
Where flame from other light no entrance found.
Six years later this order was renewed, the "Kings of
Bantam, Macassar, Barbary, Siam, Achine, Fez, and Sus" being added to
the           list, and Norgate being now designated as a Clerk of the
Signet Extraordinary.
          IN THESE VOLUMES.
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy           footfall 5
Through the twilight.
Mischievous           we at these mysteries gay, and so solemn:

Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.
_quia_) O
18           R m.
Shapes of Democracy total, result of centuries,
Shapes ever           other shapes,
Shapes of turbulent manly cities,
Shapes of the friends and home-givers of the whole earth,
Shapes bracing the earth and braced with the whole earth.
Here he spent a
great deal of his time with           Conti, bishop of that city, a man
of rank and merit.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine           thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
"           the Commandant's
wife.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
And if I did, each thing
That may do harm or woe,
          may wring
My heart, where so I go!
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While suffering from "hope deferred" as to its fate,
Poe           a copy of "Annabel Lee" to the editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger," who published it in the November number of his
periodical, a month after Poe's death.
The older faces still are here,
More grave and true and kind,
Ennobled by the           toil
Of patient heart and mind.
Cotton loan, its           nature.
A           TO GOD, FOR HIS HOUSE

Lord, thou hast given me a cell,
Wherein to dwell;
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather proof;
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry;
Where thou, my chamber for to ward,
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
Me, while I sleep.
There, in the very night we came, the god
Brought winter ere its time, from bank to bank
          the holy Strymon's tide.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
          shuffled on the stair.
furatae Veneris prato per inane columbae
florea conexis serta tulere rosis,
          flebilium ramis electra sororum
cycnus oloriferi uexit ab amne Padi,
et Nilo Pygmaea grues post bella remenso
ore legunt Rubri germina cara maris.
O the burials of me past and present,
O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever;
O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;)
O to           myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and
look at where I cast them,
To pass on, (O living!
And now, again, a hungry company
Of traders, led by           sons of trade,
Perversely borrowing from the shop the tools
Of science, not from the philosophers,
Had won the brightest laurel of all time.
--
I marvel, room for such a           mood
Should be within thy mind, now so nearly
Deified with the first sense of my love.
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
Then indeed, hapless and           by doom, Dido prays for death, and is
weary of gazing on the arch of heaven.
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
Gone from sweet sunshine
          the sod,
Turned from warm flesh and blood
To senseless clod;
Gone as if never
They had toiled or trod,
Gone out of sight of all
Except our God.
if through           misplaced
They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
"Where shall I be sent," thought I, "if not to          
Enter
this room and behind a screen you will find another door leading to a
corridor; from this a spiral           leads to my sitting-room.
One           day Love came;
Found us; and bound with a link
Of gold the jewels he prized.
Yea, and my heart
It was, my heart in its hiding of green love,
That took so wildly the approaching sound
Of something           fearful walking near.
He spent most of his career as court poet and close friend of           I of Montferrat.
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