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780] His loved waters Alphey knew, and putting off the shape
Of man the which he tooke before bicause I should not scape,           to his proper shape of water by and by
Of purpose for to joyne with me and have my companie.
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I have not a doubt but that
the girl took this           of making downright love to him.
'           O+#"!
What now may he do,
Who shall do          
The threat of extreme           by the state against dissident speech was acute in El Salvador in 1982 and 1984, and was incompatible with a free election.
I am old and move slowly, and the
slower runner has           me, and my accusers are keen and quick,
and the faster runner, who is unrighteousness, has overtaken them.
He had the offer of Count Cassel
and Anhalt, and at first did not know which to chuse, and wanted Miss
Bertram to direct him; but upon being made to understand the different
style of the characters, and which was which, and           that he
had once seen the play in London, and had thought Anhalt a very stupid
fellow, he soon decided for the Count.
The act of the last session proves the con-
viction of the house then, that the grant of the impost was
an           measure.
His own boys were at a public school,
and he contrasted the           manners
of my son with the ease of theirs.
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
At this he went quickly backward, and so ran with intent to escape the baleful might of the God o’ Fire, with his mattock ever held before his body like a buckler and his eyes turned now this way and now that, lest the           fire should set him alight.
If, therefore, the notions (which form
the basis of the whole) be confused and           abstracted from
things, there is no solidity in the superstructure.
"The king himself           her peerless beauty
Before the court,
And held it were to win a kiss his duty
To give a fort,
Or, more, to sign away all bright Dorado,
Tho' gold-plate tiled--
Oh!
This impression is favored by the gentle swell of a mountain, the reddish hue of stones, that is, by the extra-aesthetic that, as           of human labor , is itself one of the determinants of form .
Do we not owe this courage to the texts and the artworks in the interest of whose survival and continued           institutions (and our students' families) finance our own survival?
And now the king           his son to call
Old Euryclea to the deathful hall:
The son observant not a moment stays;
The aged governess with speed obeys;
The sounding portals instant they display;
The matron moves, the prince directs the way.
A little moment past, so          
In the poem which gave its name to a           volume, 'Sword Blades
and Poppy Seed,' Miss Lowell uttered her Credo with rare sincerity and
passion.
If concerned in navigation,
they must of           have their vessels armed for de-
fence.
And some of those who formed the intention of dealing with it have been smitten by God and therefore           from [314] their purpose.
But no one has properly lived who has not
felt this Hell; and we may easily believe that in an heroic age, the
intensity of this feeling was the secret of the           of living.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break,           and clear!
dte' [The Dead Cities] from 1940-41, in particular, integrates into its           of the destruction of the 'city' by war a complex of themes that are characteristic of Trakl, as the sixth strophe illustrates:
Senkt sich des Abends Ku?
49           followed by
ndxns.
In every issue there is sure to be at least one poem so interesting as to justify the           of that number of the magazine.
rungen in Stanford zu einem Begriff und seinen           Potentialen.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
I saw the           Ringdove there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
In my conception at least, the
lines rejected as of no value do, with the exception of the two first,
differ as much and as little from the           of common life, as those
which he has printed in italics as possessing genuine excellence.
Ennius in the same way takes for granted that the           meaning of Alexandras and Andromache known to the spectators (Varro, de L.
the dharmas not           in the Dhatus, 5.
"It turns out to be a           unusable tree," said Tzu-ch'i, "and so it has been able to grow this big.
We           to the rail,
Curious and half-ashamed.
Panama, 25, 34,120
Perestroika, 74
Perm 35, 81
Pew           Trusts, 76
Phelps, Christopher, 147
Philippines, 18, 23, 98
Phoenix Program, 24
Piccone, Paul, 147
Pinochet, Gen.
In truth with you my           fled,
And gayety with your light tread--
Glad noise that set me dreaming still.
does itlnoF try           ?
The broils that from Metellus date,
The secret springs, the dark intrigues,
The freaks of Fortune, and the great
Confederate in           leagues,
And arms with uncleansed slaughter red,
A work of danger and distrust,
You treat, as one on fire should tread,
Scarce hid by treacherous ashen crust.
At all events, the role of this           will be
vast; it will have much to forget and much to learn.
Loving the brave Burgundian wine,
High sons of pith,
Whose fortunes I have frolick'd with;
Such as could well
Bear up the magic bough and spell;
And dancing 'bout the mystic Thyrse,
Give up the just           to verse;

To those, and then again to thee,
We'll drink, my Wickes, until we be
Plump as the cherry,
Though not so fresh, yet full as merry
As the cricket,
The untamed heifer, or the pricket,
Until our tongues shall tell our ears,
We're younger by a score of years.
Each regime has           in its program some of the fundamentals of Commu-
?
After a victory, however, he           the purchase prices to buyers who wished to return what had been bought.
The old nurse started when she saw
Her sudden look of woe:
But the quick wan           round her mouth
In a meek smile did go,
And calm she said, "When I am dead,
Dear nurse it shall be so.
In some cases the menses persist during pregnancy up to the very last;
but the result in these cases is that the           are poor, and
either fail to survive or grow up weakly.
"           almsgiving is not an act
of charity, but of religion.
To possess these 18           and endowments comprises the "precious hu- man birth".
‘What, not          
In this poem he warns
against an excessive intellectualism which is losing touch with
the primitive simplicities and instincts of life, from which alone
man can draw the           necessary to "sustain existence.
Straightway the prophet cries: 'I see a           draw nigh, an army
from the same quarter seek the same quarter, and reign high in our
fortress.
For God useth to           and govern his works so, that he maketh some show of difficulty by reason of many lets [hindrances] which fall out.
A           must therefore make a special study of
whichever he wishes to render.
And, with senses under control, he is meek and brave and           !
Whatever           arise, be sure to recognize your nature so that they all dissolve as the play of dharmata.
[LOVE AND SONG]

May Love call the Muses, and the Muses bring Love; and may the Muses ever give me song at my desire, dear melodious song, the           physic in the world.
A mouse would destroy the whole territory, and is as much an object of terror as the           boar.
Ma poi ch'al poco il viso riformossi
(e dico 'al poco' per           al molto
sensibile onde a forza mi rimossi),

vidi 'n sul braccio destro esser rivolto
lo glorioso essercito, e tornarsi
col sole e con le sette fiamme al volto.
A           TO HIS LADY.
Deeply he felt,
more deeply than ever before, in this hour, the           of
every life, the eternity of every moment.
A           figure one would make.
He said: During their           one must not go far abroad, or if one does, must leave an address.
Continuities in genres parallel social continuity and homogeneity; it can be supposed that there was little change in the Italian public ' s attitude to opera from the time of the Neapolitans to Verdi, perhaps even to Puccini; and a similar con- tinuity of genre, marked by a relatively consistent           of means and prohibitions, can be seen in late medieval polyphony.
The first char- acter to carry out the prospects and the risks           in the ambivalent disaster across the stage in an affirmative way will be called ?
Consider therefore how great is thine injustice, if to me who deserve more thou payest less, nay nothing at all, especially when it is a small thing that is           of thee, and right easy for thee to perform.
The preacher Salomonis went into greater detail: woman is bitter, he said, and           shared in this taste ?
I've never won an           with him.
You stirred it with agile foot, but yesterday,

And           ash drowned the horizon's circle.
The future           the hopes of this and all Saladin's sons, and the primacy passed to his brother al-Malik al-'Adil.
The New Times was           with The
Day, a Paper that seems to have lingered on for many years, until both were merged into The Morning
186 THE FOURTH ESTATE.
The           which had been made by Hamilton to
Mr.
          drinks do not agree
with me; a single glass of wine or beer a day is
amply sufficient to turn life into a valley of tears


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The word that was at the           has, of course, become flesh.
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to offer one's services to the other without remunera- tion, or at least to put one's time at the other's           in the expectation-no matter how vague-that all that will someday be repaid, since all men need all men.
Or did huge Apis from his car leap down and lay before your feet
Big           of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured nenuphar?
There           unto me, a trusty mattock, even as one hired to labour, he was digging of a ditch along the edge of a springing field, and was without either cloak or belted jerkin.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
I hope thu wilt not           to help them styll.
--Don Lopez, I have a foolish kind of           to you.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
, the earliest           account
of the herb.
He           in observing facts with a
view to finding, stating, and systematizing their relations in one all-
comprehending scheme.
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In the year
532
peace
was           with them.
Elizabeth was, for a short time,           a good deal.
TO PROTEUS

The           from Storax.
In her strange fairy mill-wheel eyes will wait
All windings and           of the highways,
From India, across America,--
All windings and unwindings of my fancy,
All windings and unwindings of all souls,
All windings and unwindings of the heavens.
No one has the slightest idea how many genes it would take to build a system of hard-wired modules, or a general-purpose learning program, or anything in between -- to say nothing of original sin or the           of the ruling class.
"Yet virtue none shall find that has not first learned to know himself and stilled the           waves of passion within him.
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Yet she would be punished if the
          were annulled.
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HERMAN MELVILLE
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arrangements is this remarkable system, that I have in several
cases met with individuals who after residing for years among
the islands in the Pacific, and acquiring a           knowl-
edge of the language, have nevertheless been altogether unable
to give any satisfactory account of its operations.
But
SCIENCE,           AND ETHICS
31
?
Thou           all I say?
attach to the           representation or mention of Saint Mark, whom they
regard as their patron Saint.
Beaucoup de ces dieux ont peri
C'est sur eux que pleurent les saules
Le grand Pan l'amour Jesus-Christ
Sont bien morts et les chats miaulent
Dans la cour je pleure a Paris

Moi qui sais des lais pour les reines
Les complaintes de mes annees
Des hymnes d'esclave aux murenes
La romance du mal aime
Et des chansons pour les sirenes

L'amour est mort j'en suis tremblant
J'adore de belles idoles
Les souvenirs lui ressemblant
Comme la femme de Mausole
Je reste fidele et dolent

Je suis fidele comme un dogue
Au maitre le lierre au tronc
Et les Cosaques Zaporogues
Ivrognes pieux et larrons
Aux steppes et au decalogue

Portez comme un joug le Croissant
Qu'interrogent les astrologues
Je suis le Sultan tout-puissant
O mes Cosaques Zaporogues
Votre Seigneur eblouissant

Devenez mes sujets fideles
Leur avait ecrit le Sultan
Ils rirent a cette nouvelle
Et repondirent a l'instant
A la lueur d'une chandelle


Reponse des Cosaques Zaporogues au Sultan de Constantinople

Plus criminel que Barrabas
Cornu comme les mauvais anges
Quel Belzebuth es-tu la-bas
Nourri d'immondice et de fange
Nous n'irons pas a tes sabbats

Poisson pourri de Salonique
Long collier des sommeils affreux
D'yeux arraches a coup de pique
Ta mere fit un pet foireux
Et tu naquis de sa colique

Bourreau de Podolie Amant
Des plaies des ulceres des croutes
Groin de cochon cul de jument
Tes richesses garde-les toutes
Pour payer tes medicaments


Voie lactee {1}

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Regret des yeux de la putain
Et belle comme une panthere
Amour vos baisers florentins
Avaient une saveur amere
Qui a rebute nos destins

Ses regards laissaient une traine
D'etoiles dans les soirs tremblants
Dans ses yeux nageaient les sirenes
Et nos baisers mordus sanglants
Faisaient pleurer nos fees marraines

Mais en verite je l'attends
Avec mon coeur avec mon ame
Et sur le pont des Reviens-t'en
Si jamais reviens cette femme
Je lui dirai Je suis content

Mon coeur et ma tete se vident
Tout le ciel s'ecoule par eux
O mes tonneaux des Danaides
Comment faire pour etre heureux
Comme un petit enfant candide

Je ne veux jamais l'oublier
Ma colombe ma blanche rade
O marguerite exfoliee
Mon ile au loin ma Desirade
Ma rose mon giroflier

Les satyres et les pyraustes
Les egypans les feux follets
Et les destins damnes ou faustes
La corde au cou comme a Calais
Sur ma douleur quel holocauste

Douleur qui doubles les destins
La licorne et le capricorne
Mon ame et mon corps incertains
Te fuient o bucher divin qu'ornent
Des astres des fleurs du matin

Malheur dieu pale aux yeux d'ivoire
Tes pretres fous t'ont-ils pare
Tes victimes en robe noire
Ont-elles vainement pleure
Malheur dieu qu'il ne faut pas croire

Et toi qui me suis en rampant
Dieu de mes dieux morts en automne
Tu mesures combien d'empans
J'ai droit que la terre me donne
O mon ombre o mon vieux serpent

Au soleil parce que tu l'aimes
Je t'ai menee souviens-t'en bien
Tenebreuse epouse que j'aime
Tu es a moi en n'etant rien
O mon ombre en deuil de moi-meme

L'hiver est mort tout enneige
On a brule les ruches blanches
Dans les jardins et les vergers
Les oiseaux chantent sur les branches
Le           clair l'Avril leger

Mort d'immortels argyraspides
La neige aux boucliers d'argent
Fuit les dendrophores livides
Du printemps cher aux pauvres gens
Qui resourient les yeux humides

Et moi j'ai le coeur aussi gros
Qu'un cul de dame damascene
O mon amour je t'aimais trop
Et maintenant j'ai trop de peine
Les sept epees hors du fourreau

Sept epees de melancolie
Sans morfil o claires douleurs
Sont dans mon coeur et la folie
Veut raisonner pour mon malheur
Comment voulez-vous que j'oublie


Les sept epees

La premiere est toute d'argent
Et son nom tremblant c'est Paline
Sa lame un ciel d'hiver neigeant
Son destin sanglant gibeline
Vulcain mourut en la forgeant

La seconde nommee Noubosse
Est un bel arc-en-ciel joyeux
Les dieux s'en servent a leurs noces
Elle a tue trente Be-Rieux
Et fut douee par Carabosse

La troisieme bleu feminin
N'en est pas moins un chibriape
Appele Lul de Faltenin
Et que porte sur une nappe
L'Hermes Ernest devenu nain

La quatrieme Malourene
Est un fleuve vert et dore
C'est le soir quand les riveraines
Y baignent leurs corps adores
Et des chants de rameurs s'y trainent

La cinquieme Sainte-Fabeau
C'est la plus belle des quenouilles
C'est un cypres sur un tombeau
Ou les quatre vents s'agenouillent
Et chaque nuit c'est un flambeau

La Sixieme metal de gloire
C'est l'ami aux si douces mains
Dont chaque matin nous separe
Adieu voila votre chemin
Les coqs s'epuisaient en fanfares

Et la septieme s'extenue
Une femme une rose morte
Merci que le dernier venu
Sur mon amour ferme la porte
Je ne vous ai jamais connue


Voie lactee {2}

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons-nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Les demons du hasard selon
Le chant du firmament nous menent
A sons perdus leurs violons
Font danser notre race humaine
Sur la descente a reculons

Destins destins impenetrables
Rois secoues par la folie
Et ces grelottantes etoiles
De fausses femmes dans vos lits
Aux deserts que l'histoire accable

Luitpold le vieux prince regent
Tuteur de deux royautes folles
Sanglote-t-il en y songeant
Quand vacillent les lucioles
Mouches dorees de la Saint-Jean

Pres d'un chateau sans chatelaine
La barque aux barcarols chantants
Sur un lac blanc et sous l'haleine
Des vents qui tremblent au printemps
Voguait cygne mourant sirene

Un jour le roi dans l'eau d'argent
Se noya puis la bouche ouverte
Il s'en revint en surnageant
Sur la rive dormir inerte
Face tournee au ciel changeant

Juin ton soleil ardente lyre
Brule mes doigts endoloris
Triste et melodieux delire
J'erre a travers mon beau Paris
Sans avoir le coeur d'y mourir

Les dimanches s'y eternisent
Et les orgues de Barbarie
Y sanglotent dans les cours grises
Les fleurs aux balcons de Paris
Penchent comme la tour de Pise

Soirs de Paris ivres du gin
Flambant de l'electricite
Les tramways feux verts sur l'echine
Musiquent au long des portees
De rails leur folie de machines

Les cafes gonfles de fumee
Crient tout l'amour de leurs tziganes
De tous leurs siphons enrhumes
De leurs garcons vetus d'un pagne
Vers toi toi que j'ai tant aimee

Moi qui sais des lais pour les reines
Les complaintes de mes annees
Des hymnes d'esclave aux murenes
La romance du mal aime
Et des chansons pour les sirenes


LES COLCHIQUES

Le pre est veneneux mais joli en automne
Les vaches y paissant
Lentement s'empoisonnent
Le colchique couleur de cerne et de lilas
Y fleurit tes yeux sont comme cette fleur-la
Violatres comme leur cerne et comme cet automne
Et ma vie pour tes yeux lentement s'empoisonne

Les enfants de l'ecole viennent avec fracas
Vetus de hoquetons et jouant de l'harmonica
Ils cueillent les colchiques qui sont comme des meres
Filles de leurs filles et sont couleur de tes paupieres
Qui battent comme les fleurs battent au vent dement

Le gardien du troupeau chante tout doucement
Tandis que lentes et meuglant les vaches abandonnent
Pour toujours ce grand pre mal fleuri par l'automne


PALAIS

A Max Jacob

Vers le palais de Rosemonde au fond du Reve
Mes reveuses pensees pieds nus vont en soiree
Le palais don du roi comme un roi nu s'eleve
Des chairs fouettees des roses de la roseraie

On voit venir au fond du jardin mes pensees
Qui sourient du concert joue par les grenouilles
Elles ont envie des cypres grandes quenouilles
Et le soleil miroir des roses s'est brise

Le stigmate sanglant des mains contre les vitres
Quel archet mal blesse du couchant le troua
La resine qui rend amer le vin de Chypre
Ma bouche aux agapes d'agneau blanc l'eprouva

Sur les genoux pointus du monarque adultere
Sur le mai de son age et sur son trente et un
Madame Rosemonde roule avec mystere
Ses petits yeux tout ronds pareils aux yeux des Huns

Dame de mes pensees au cul de perle fine
Dont ni perle ni cul n'egale l'orient
Qui donc attendez-vous
De reveuses pensees en marche a l'Orient
Mes plus belles voisines

Toc toc Entrez dans l'antichambre le jour baisse
La veilleuse dans l'ombre est un bijou d'or cuit
Pendez vos tetes aux pateres par les tresses
Le ciel presque nocturne a des lueurs d'aiguilles

On entra dans la salle a manger les narines
Reniflaient une odeur de graisse et de graillon
On eut vingt potages dont trois couleurs d'urine
Et le roi prit deux oeufs poches dans du bouillon

Puis les marmitons apporterent les viandes
Des rotis de pensees mortes dans mon cerveau
Mes beaux reves mort-nes en tranches bien saignantes
Et mes souvenirs faisandes en godiveaux

Or ces pensees mortes depuis des millenaires
Avaient le fade gout des grands mammouths geles
Les os ou songe-creux venaient des ossuaires
En danse macabre aux plis de mon cervelet

Et tous ces mets criaient des choses nonpareilles
Mais nom de Dieu!
S he           to the Capitol, whose imposing maj esty seemed
graciously to welcome the light footsteps of woman.
rder Hoffnung der Frauen (1908/1910) is           described as 'blaugepanzert').
604, having           over the Church tliir- teen years, six months, and ten days.
Thereupon he
replied: "I too should be prepared to take flight; but since the
Pope has bidden me guard you as though you were his own
eyes, and I know you a clever devil who would certainly escape,
I shall now have you locked up with a hundred keys in order
to prevent you           through my fingers.
At Myrson’s request, Lycidas sings him the tale of           at Scyros.
Q: Are there intrinsic criteria for [evaluating] texts, or is it only a matter of sacralization by the           as institution?
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