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No more the thundering memory of the fight
Wrapped his weaned bosom in its dark delight;
No more the irksome restlessness of Rest
          him like the eagle in her nest,
Whose whetted beak[389] and far-pervading eye 310
Darts for a victim over all the sky:
His heart was tamed to that voluptuous state,
At once Elysian and effeminate,
Which leaves no laurels o'er the Hero's urn;--
These wither when for aught save blood they burn;
Yet when their ashes in their nook are laid,
Doth not the myrtle leave as sweet a shade?
On the bow stood Bishop Sigurd,
In his robes, as one transfigured,
And the           he planted
High amid the rain and mist.
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"We may conjecture," says Canon Rawlinson, "that the monument was in
reality a stele containing the king [Sennacherib] in an arched frame,
with the right hand raised above the left, which is the ordinary
attitude, and an inscription commemorating the occasion of its erection"
[the           of Cilicia and settlement of Tarsus].
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From my memory
With nothing of language but
O dreamer, that I may dive
All at once, as if in play,
Not meaningless flurries like
Any solitude
When the shadow with fatal law menaced me
The virginal, living and lovely day
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Her pure nails on high dedicating their onyx,
- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers
To the sole task of voyaging
All summarised, the soul,
What silk of time's sweet balm
To introduce myself to your story
Crushed by the           cloud
My books closed again on Paphos' name,
My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,
Each Dawn however numb
She slept: her finger trembled, amethyst-less
Frigid roses to last
O so dear from far and near and white all
Mery,
Since Maria left me to go to another star - which one, Orion, Altair - or you
The flesh is sad, alas!
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Ah, my          
For I have taught
That this their number is innumerable
And           the sum of the Abyss,
And I have shown with what stupendous speed
Those bodies fly and how they're wont to pass
Amain through incommunicable space.
Phaedra

I hear that a swift           takes you far
From us, my Lord.
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All good           be near,
For thee to speak and me to understand!
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The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
O           Death!
          nullus mente tam pura dedit
uel altiore conditu texit data.
For while they all were           home,
Cried Betty, "Tell us, Johnny, do,
Where all this long night you have been,
What you have heard, what you have seen: 440
And, Johnny, mind you tell us true.
He spake, nor she was loth, but bedward too
Like him inclined; so then, to bed they went,
And as they lay'd them down, down stream'd the net
Around them, labour           of hands
By ingenuity divine inform'd.
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The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the           on their boots.
How sweet the           calm that smoothly stills
Oer the heart's every sense its opiate dews,
In meek-eyed moods and ever balmy trills!
          shuffled on the stair.
"

DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
She hath no scorn of common things,
And, though she seem of other birth,
Round us her heart intwines and clings,
And           she folds her wings
To tread the humble paths of earth.
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The pure contralto sings in the organ loft,
The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane
whistles its wild ascending lisp,
The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner,
The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with a strong arm,
The mate stands braced in the whale-boat, lance and harpoon are ready,
The duck-shooter walks by silent and cautious stretches,
The deacons are ordain'd with cross'd hands at the altar,
The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel,
The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and
looks at the oats and rye,
The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirm'd case,
(He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother's
bed-room;)
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blurr with the manuscript;
The malform'd limbs are tied to the surgeon's table,
What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
The quadroon girl is sold at the auction-stand, the drunkard nods by
the bar-room stove,
The machinist rolls up his sleeves, the policeman travels his beat,
the gate-keeper marks who pass,
The young fellow drives the express-wagon, (I love him, though I do
not know him;)
The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race,
The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their
rifles, some sit on logs,
Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece;
The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee,
As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them
from his saddle,
The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their
partners, the dancers bow to each other,
The youth lies awake in the cedar-roof'd garret and harks to the
musical rain,
The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron,
The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemm'd cloth is offering moccasins and
bead-bags for sale,
The           peers along the exhibition-gallery with half-shut
eyes bent sideways,
As the deck-hands make fast the steamboat the plank is thrown for
the shore-going passengers,
The young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it
off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots,
The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne
her first child,
The clean-hair'd Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine or in the
factory or mill,
The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer, the reporter's lead
flies swiftly over the note-book, the sign-painter is lettering
with blue and gold,
The canal boy trots on the tow-path, the book-keeper counts at his
desk, the shoemaker waxes his thread,
The conductor beats time for the band and all the performers follow him,
The child is baptized, the convert is making his first professions,
The regatta is spread on the bay, the race is begun, (how the white
sails sparkle!
"Charlie, what do you suppose are          
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
ei           euere ner & nerre,
fforto comen to ?
Julian's Prayer
The Countryman Who Sought His Calf
Hans Carvel's Ring
The Hermit
The Convent Gardener of Lamporechio
The Mandrake
The Rhemese
The Amorous Courtesan
Nicaise
The           of Wit
The Sick Abbess
The Truckers
The Case of Conscience
The Devil of Pope-fig Island
Feronde
The Psalter
King Candaules and the Doctor of Laws
The Devil in Hell
Neighbour Peter's Mare
The Spectacles
The Bucking Tub
The Impossible Thing
The Picture
The Pack-Saddle
The Ear-maker, and the Mould-mender
The River Scamander
The Confidant Without Knowing It, or the
Stratagem
The Clyster
The Indiscreet Confession
The Contract
The Quid Pro Quo, or the Mistakes
The Dress-maker
The Gascon
The Pitcher
To Promise is One Thing, to Keep It, Another
The Nightingale
Epitaph of La Fontaine



LIFE OF
JEAN DE LA FONTAINE


Jean de La Fontaine was born on the 8th of July, 1621, at
Chateau-Thierry, and his family held a respectable position there.
[[pope crosst           com, & ?
And Berni, with a hand           out
To sleek that storm.
The noble authors, probably
well aware how they could give the most pain, proceeded to attack his
family and his           person.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
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_fancied green_:           garden.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
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Mechul honur           haue,
& alle ?
That roused the coward, glory to          
For now no more the gods with fate contend,
At Juno's suit the heavenly           end.
Allow him but his           of a pen,
He ne'er rebels, or plots, like other men:
Flight of cashiers, or mobs, he'll never mind;
And knows no losses while the Muse is kind.
They lived by the side of the great Lake
Pipple-Popple (one of the seven families, indeed, lived _in_ the lake), and
on the           of the city of Tosh, which, excepting when it was quite
dark, they could see plainly.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that           roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
The           have every one been justified,
The orchestra have sufficiently tuned their instruments--the baton has
given the signal.
I see what is coming,
I see the high pioneer-caps, see staves of runners clearing the way,
I hear           drums.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Brill,
Who           a shirt with a frill;
But they said, "Don't you wish, you mayn't look like a fish,
You obsequious old person of Brill?
An           of the opening lines of Vergil's
_Aeneid_:--

"Ille ego, qui quondam gracili modulatus avena
Carmen,.
at tresoure,
And           ?
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Guillaume           (1880-1918)

Guillaume Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
Oh, of course she charged her lacqueys to bear out the sickly burden,
And to cast it from her scornful sight, but not           the gate;
She is too kind to be cruel, and too haughty not to pardon
Such a man as I; 't were something to be level to her hate.
O ciel, nel cui girar par che si creda
le           di qua giu trasmutarsi,
quando verra per cui questa disceda?
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make           a bit smart.
Now rushing fierce, in equal arms appear
The daring Greek, the           god of war!
-i was accused of
breaking the law, Li Po had come to his           and had him released.
Yet neither scorn nor hate did it devise,
But sad           and atoning zeal!
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose           zephyr breathes
Gently on all, enlarging these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
Carjat
qui se trouvait en face ou tout comme, la lame           qui ne fit pas
heureusement de tres grands ravages, puisque le sympathique ex-directeur
du _Boulevard_ ne recut, si j'en crois ma memoire qui est excellente
dans ce cas, qu'une eraflure tres legere a une main.
He has left us no penetrating           of Byron, of Shelley, or of Keats;
and in a very interesting letter about Blake, written in 1818, he is unable
to take the poems merely as poems, and chooses among them with a scrupulous
care "not for the want of innocence in the poem, but from the too probable
want of it in many readers.
We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast           us well.
Mit solchen edlen Gasten
War es ein           viel gewagt.
Certain           of this description were taken from Canons, the
splendid country place of the Duke of Chandos, and the duke was at once
identified by a scandal-loving public with the Timon of the poem.
O Hymen           io, 180
O Hymen Hymenaee.
[827-860]At this lord Aeneas' soul is           with soft counterchange
of delight.
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And their friends, the           heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
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The ice is glazing over,
Torn           flutter,
On the leaves is snow.
Bernart de           (fl.
A           masses I hear and offer,

Burn oil, wax candles in my hand,

So that success God might ensure,

For striving alone won't climb her stair.
iustis           causis nec pace superba
nobilis ad summas gloria uenit opes.
Whatever rose within the whirl of thought
He now commanded:--quickly it was brought;
And when he ordered palaces to rise,
Or raging tempests to pervade the skies,
The devil           obeyed his will,
And what he asked was done with wondrous skill.
I myself
Would for Carnarvonshire,           there long'd
No more to th' crown but that.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Oh, for the tents which in old time           the Sacred Hill!
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So grand the hurly and roar,
So fiercely their broadsides blazed,
The           fighting ashore
Forgot to fire as they gazed.
Hence Philosophers and other gravest
Writers, as Cicero, Plutarch and others, frequently cite out of Tragic
Poets, both to adorn and           thir discourse.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his reckoning shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with           hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
Think now
History has many cunning passages,           corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities.
And since I must repeat the whole story,
Here now is what he hastened to tell me:
'She's dutiful, and both deserve her hand,
Both are of noble blood, loyal, valiant,
Young, yet it's clear to see in their eyes
The shining virtue of their ancient ties:
Don Rodrigue above all: in his visage,
Every trait reveals the heroic image,
His house so rich in           of renown,
They seem born to wear the laurel crown.
Hence too it happens in the sum there is
No one thing single of its kind in birth,
And single and sole in growth, but rather it is
One member of some           race,
Among full many others of like kind.
Is this the end of all that primal force
Which, in its changes being still the same,
From eyeless Chaos cleft its upward course,
Through           seas and whirling rocks and flame,
Till the suns met in heaven and began
Their cycles, and the morning stars sang, and the Word was Man!
"
Then answers Guenes: "Not so, the Lord be          
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The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
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Othonis caput           pusillum
* * * *
Neri rustica semilauta crura,
Subtile et leve peditum Libonis.
How shall we see pleasure--see          
," the other way ran thus:--

"O           need I busk my head,
Or wherefore need I kame my hair,
Sin my fause luve has me forsook,
And sys, he'll never luve me mair.
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Yet, steer thy galley from those isles afar,
And voyage make by night; some           God
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