POEMS

"This volume contains almost all the works which appeared in the earlier edition of Poems and Days. In 1876 Mr. Emerson published a selection of his poems, adding six new ones, and restoring many of the omitted ones [1], which, in accordance with the expressed desire of many readers and admirers, were now incomplete, and there was sufficient interest to justify their publication.

[1]: Little Classics Edition.

"In deciding such cases, it has generally been thought preferable to leave the task of obtaining more to the hands of time, rather than to risk the opposite, of including too much.

"As stated in the preface to the first volume of this edition of Mr. Emerson's works, the reading adopted in the selected poems is not necessarily followed here, and in some instances the corrections made by Mr. Emerson in his prime have been preferred to those made in the last revision.

The alteration of the order of the stanzas in "May Day," a representative part of "March in the Spring," has been approved as conforming closely to the facts in nature.

In preparation for a riverside poem, he (as an agent of Emason's family) has been very carefully cautiously, and at that time, people with many hobbies and mature judgments. We talked about unreleased poems and reception of interesting and interesting fragments. Regarding the riverside version, Cabot completely agreed. In the current version, some poems and fragments have been added, but the content of the riverside version has been maintained, except for very small exceptions. No poetry is omitted. "The House" published in the first volume of Poetry, "Nemesis", "UNA", "Love and Thout", and "Songs of Merlin" have been restored. Most of the others have been added to the number of essays that Emason printed on May Day as a "item". Following the precedent of Emerson, who gave a "last goodbye" by the poem in memory of his younger brother Edward, the first two fun poems by Ellen Tucker posted on the board were placed along with Emerson's own poem. It is done. In the final edition, some poetry that Emason had long been treasured but was not ready to print, and a variety of fragments on poetry, nature, and life were published.

From the collection of poems, a poem with a high degree of perfection to attach a title was first printed as an appendix: "insight", "september", "Oktover", "Ansem", and "Rich". < SPAN> Cabot was preparing for a riverside version of poetry, with the current editor (as an agent of Emason's family) very carefully, and at that time, many hobbies and mature judgment. We have consulted about unpublished poems and the acceptance of interesting and interesting fragments. Regarding the riverside version, Cabot completely agreed. In the current version, some poems and fragments have been added, but the content of the riverside version has been maintained, except for very small exceptions. No poetry is omitted. "The House" published in the first volume of Poetry, "Nemesis", "UNA", "Love and Thout", and "Songs of Merlin" have been restored. Most of the others have been added to the number of essays that Emason printed on May Day as a "item". Following the precedent of Emerson, who gave a "last goodbye" by the poem in memory of his younger brother Edward, the first two fun poems by Ellen Tucker posted on the board were placed along with Emerson's own poem. It is done. In the final edition, some poetry that Emason had long been treasured but was not ready to print, and a variety of fragments on poetry, nature, and life were published.

From the collection of poems, a poem with a high degree of perfection to attach a title was first printed as an appendix: "insight", "september", "Oktover", "Ansem", and "Rich". In preparation for a riverside poem, he (as an agent of Emason's family) has been very carefully cautiously, and at that time, people with many hobbies and mature judgments. We talked about unreleased poems and reception of interesting and interesting fragments. Regarding the riverside version, Cabot completely agreed. In the current version, some poems and fragments have been added, but the content of the riverside version has been maintained, except for very small exceptions. No poetry is omitted. "The House" published in the first volume of Poetry, "Nemesis", "UNA", "Love and Thout", and "Songs of Merlin" have been restored. Most of the others have been added to the number of essays that Emason printed on May Day as a "item". Following the precedent of Emerson, who gave a "last goodbye" by the poem in memory of his younger brother Edward, the first two fun poems by Ellen Tucker posted on the board were placed along with Emerson's own poem. It is done. In the final edition, some poetry that Emason had long been treasured but was not ready to print, and a variety of fragments on poetry, nature, and life were published.

From the collection of poems, a poem with a high degree of perfection to attach a title was first printed as an appendix: "insight", "september", "Oktover", "Ansem", and "Rich".

After hesitation, the editor gathered about 20 early works in chronological order and posted it at the end of the book. Most of them are in a diary of poetry, covers the research of the clergy, performing their duties, illness, bereavement, traveling abroad, and returning to a new life. This sad trial is illuminated by his first love episode. It was not the poetic value, but the development of his thoughts and personality was light.

EDWARD W. EMERSON.

BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH

In this volume, the muse of Emerson is pursued in connection with his own poetry.

I hang my poem in the wind. Time and tide will find the drawbacks.

The Emerson clan first appeared in northern England, but Thomas, who landed in Massachusetts in 1638, was from Heartfordshire. He immediately set up a house, but his house was sometimes pushed by other St. families and still stands on the slope of Hark Break Hill near Lord in Vein Creek in Ipswitch. Ralph Waldeau Emerson is his sixth offspring. Born on May 25, 1803 on the summer street in Boston. The third son of William Emerson, a pastor of the Boston's first church, and his father, William Emerson, was a Patriot of Concord during the outbreak of the Independence War, but died in the army. Ralph Waldeau Emerson's mother, Luth Huskins, became a widow in 1811 and had five boys. Four of them went to Harvard College Latin School and graduated from the school. The mother was very gentle, dignified, and religious, raised sons wisely and in a very difficult situation, and loved by sons. Rev. Ripley of Concord, her husband's stepfather, helped her and continued to invite her sons to the old mans, so the forest and fields along the Concord River became a playground, and eventually the background of their fantasy dreams. It is. < SPAN> After hesitation, the editor gathered about 20 early works in chronological order and posted it at the end of the book. Most of them are in a diary of poetry, covers the research of the clergy, performing their duties, illness, bereavement, traveling abroad, and returning to a new life. This sad trial is illuminated by his first love episode. It was not the poetic value, but the development of his thoughts and personality was light.

In this volume, the muse of Emerson is pursued in connection with his own poetry.

I hang my poem in the wind. Time and tide will find the drawbacks.

The Emerson clan first appeared in northern England, but Thomas, who landed in Massachusetts in 1638, was from Heartfordshire. He immediately set up a house, but his house was sometimes pushed by other St. families and still stands on the slope of Hark Break Hill near Lord in Vein Creek in Ipswitch. Ralph Waldeau Emerson is his sixth offspring. Born on May 25, 1803 on the summer street in Boston. The third son of William Emerson, a pastor of the Boston's first church, and his father, William Emerson, was a Patriot of Concord during the outbreak of the Independence War, but died in the army. Ralph Waldeau Emerson's mother, Luth Huskins, became a widow in 1811 and had five boys. Four of them went to Harvard College Latin School and graduated from the school. The mother was very gentle, dignified, and religious, raised sons wisely and in a very difficult situation, and loved by sons. Rev. Ripley of Concord, her husband's stepfather, helped her and continued to invite her sons to the old mans, so the forest and fields along the Concord River became a playground, and eventually the background of their fantasy dreams. It is. After hesitation, the editor gathered about 20 early works in chronological order and posted it at the end of the book. Most of them are in a diary of poetry, covers the research of the clergy, performing their duties, illness, bereavement, traveling abroad, and returning to a new life. This sad trial is illuminated by his first love episode. It was not the poetic value, but the development of his thoughts and personality was light.

In this volume, the muse of Emerson is pursued in connection with his own poetry.

I hang my poem in the wind. Time and tide will find the drawbacks.

The Emerson clan first appeared in northern England, but Thomas, who landed in Massachusetts in 1638, was from Heartfordshire. He immediately set up a house, but his house was sometimes pushed by other St. families and still stands on the slope of Hark Break Hill near Lord in Vein Creek in Ipswitch. Ralph Waldeau Emerson is his sixth offspring. Born on May 25, 1803 on the summer street in Boston. The third son of William Emerson, a pastor of the Boston's first church, and his father, William Emerson, was a Patriot of Concord during the outbreak of the Independence War, but died in the army. Ralph Waldeau Emerson's mother, Luth Huskins, became a widow in 1811 and had five boys. Four of them went to Harvard College Latin School and graduated from the school. The mother was very gentle, dignified, and religious, raised sons wisely and in a very difficult situation, and loved by sons. Rev. Ripley of Concord, her husband's stepfather, helped her and continued to invite her sons to the old mans, so the forest and fields along the Concord River became a playground, and eventually the background of their fantasy dreams. It is.

Emerson's young heart, born in the city, first found joy in poetry and classical prose. In his early poetry, a classic image is woven into the image of the New England Forest. Since I was a boy, I was excited to read Milton, Pope, and Scott's poems, and liked to announce poetry with my friends in a barn and attic. He was full of thoughts and fantasy, so he instinctively asked for a pen to write it down.

In college, Emerson won awards in essays and statements, but did not shine as a scholar. The young Emerson's intuition was because he derived a work that spoke directly to himself outside the curriculum. He had already learned the habit of writing his thoughts and inspiration in his diary, not the fact. I often wrote good stories, poetic quotes, and fragments of my own poetry. < SPAN> The young heart of Emers, born in the city, first found joy in poetry and classical prose. In his early poetry, a classic image is woven into the image of the New England Forest. Since I was a boy, I was excited to read Milton, Pope, and Scott's poems, and liked to announce poetry with my friends in a barn and attic. He was full of thoughts and fantasy, so he instinctively asked for a pen to write it down.

In college, Emerson won awards in essays and statements, but did not shine as a scholar. The young Emerson's intuition was because he derived a work that spoke directly to himself outside the curriculum. He had already learned the habit of writing his thoughts and inspiration in his diary, not the fact. I often wrote good stories, poetic quotes, and fragments of my own poetry. Emerson's young heart, born in the city, first found joy in poetry and classical prose. In his early poetry, a classic image is woven into the image of the New England Forest. Since I was a boy, I was excited to read Milton, Pope, and Scott's poems, and liked to announce poetry with my friends in a barn and attic. He was full of thoughts and fantasy, so he instinctively asked for a pen to write it down.

In college, Emerson won awards in essays and statements, but did not shine as a scholar. The young Emerson's intuition was because he derived a work that spoke directly to himself outside the curriculum. He had already learned the habit of writing his thoughts and inspiration in his diary, not the fact. I often wrote good stories, poetic quotes, and fragments of my own poetry.

After graduating from Harvard in 1821, Emerson decided to follow the family tradition of studying for the ministry while supporting his family by teaching at a girls' school that his brother William had successfully established in Boston. Emerson was 21 years old as headmaster and 19 years old as assistant. Emerson was not cut out for conventional schooling, and his youth and shyness prevented him from sharing his greatest talents with his students. Years later, when, in his old age, the old learned men gathered to welcome him, he wrote that in those days, "I wrote every evening in my room my first thoughts on morals, on the beautiful laws of reward, and on individual genius." But many learned men, not only in Boston, but also in Chelmsford and Roxbury, remembered his presence and teachings with joy and gratitude. His aunt, Mary Moody Emerson, was an earnest and wide reader, inspired by religious fervor, lofty but eccentric.

The young teacher's health was impaired by an excessive ascetic life, and unmistakable symptoms of danger began to appear, but fortunately, he was watched over in time, and disappointments and delays, but with prudence and courage. His course in the theological department at Cambridge was very bankrupt. Nevertheless, in October 1826, he was "approved to preach" by the Middlesex Clergymen's Association. At this time, the winters in the north threatened to be fatal, so he was sent south by a useful relative, the Reverend Samuel Ripley, to spend the winter in Florida, where he enjoyed the benefits.

In 1829, Emerson was called to the Second or Old North Church of Boston, where he became an associate pastor with the Rev. Henry Ware. Theological denominations such as Channing's Unitarian Church were not attractive to Emerson. He preached about the omnipresence of the Spirit, the dignity of man, and the everyday wonders of the universe, and while the elders of the church may have been concerned that he would not stick to religious revelation, his words reached the young, stirred their thoughts, and awakened their ambitions. He now lives on Chardon Street with his mother and his young wife (Ellen Tucker). For three years he ministered to the people in Boston. Then, feeling the shock of having to follow the church's use of prayer, especially the administration of the sacraments, which is reported when the Spirit is not moved, he frankly confessed his problems to the people and proposed some modification of this ritual. While they considered his proposal, Emerson went to the White Mountains to weigh the conflicting obligations to the church and his own conscience. In response to the refusal of the church to change the ritual, he went down bravely and explained his objections to the ritual in a sermon he preached in September 1832.

He had been separated from his peers in all good faith, but the key was felt. His wife had recently died, he himself was ill, and his life was being watched by others. But in the meantime, a voice from afar reached him. He sailed for Europe, landed in Italy, saw the city, the art, and the people, but did not stay long. But he did not stay long. Eventually he went north, and visited Carlyle, though he stayed in Paris only a little. A friendship began that would have a great influence on both their lives, and it would last a lifetime. He also visited Wordsworth. But the new life before him called him back home.

He landed in Boston in the middle of the year, healthy and hopeful, and joined his mother and his brother Charles in Newton. He was frequently invited to preach in the Church in New Bedford after Dr. Duy.

EDWARD W. EMERSON.

I — POEMS

GOOD-BYE

In the fall of 1834, he moved to Concord and lived in Mansse with his relatives, Dr. Ripley, but soon purchased a house and land in Boston Road, heading to the Walden forest. In the fall, he called his wife there. He married Lydian Jackson of Premas.

EACH AND ALL

The new life called Emerson began happily and grew in happiness and opportunities, but the sadness of bereavement was different. Emerson abandoned traditional religions, cities, and the old world, and this time he was inspired by nature as a teacher. The first book "Nature", who meditated during his stay in Europe, was completed here and published in 1836. During his life in Concord, his habit was to go to the forest alone almost every day and sometimes wait for hours. Then, when they synchronize, they receive the message that he should speak out. The message was sometimes colored by his hands, but he claimed that the light was universal.

THE PROBLEM

"The words of the gods are always echoing, but the court of human ears rarely solve the seal in this lo w-life circle." He landed in Boston in the midst of a year and joined his mother and his brother Charles in Newton. He was frequently invited to preach in the Church in New Bedford after Dr. Duy.

TO RHEA

In the fall of 1834, he moved to Concord and lived in Mansse with his relatives, Dr. Ripley, but soon purchased a house and land in Boston Road, heading to the Walden forest. In the fall, he called his wife there. He married Lydian Jackson of Premas.

THE VISIT

The new life called Emerson began happily and grew in happiness and opportunities, but the sadness of bereavement was different. Emerson abandoned traditional religions, cities, and the old world, and this time he was inspired by nature as a teacher. The first book "Nature", who meditated during his stay in Europe, was completed here and published in 1836. During his life in Concord, his habit was to go to the forest alone almost every day and sometimes wait for hours. Then, when they synchronize, they receive the message that he should speak out. The message was sometimes colored by his hands, but he claimed that the light was universal.

URIEL

"The words of the gods are always echoing, but the court of human ears rarely solve the seal in this low life," he is healthy and hopeful. He landed in Boston in the middle of the year and joined his mother and his brother Charles in Newton. He was frequently invited to preach in the Church in New Bedford after Dr. Duy.

THE WORLD-SOUL

In the fall of 1834, he moved to Concord and lived in Mansse with his relatives, Dr. Ripley, but soon purchased a house and land in Boston Road, heading to the Walden forest. In the fall, he called his wife there. He married Lydian Jackson of Premas.

THE SPHINX

The new life called Emerson began happily and grew in happiness and opportunities, but the sadness of bereavement was different. Emerson abandoned traditional religions, cities, and the old world, and this time he was inspired by nature as a teacher. The first book "Nature", who meditated during his stay in Europe, was completed here and published in 1836. During his life in Concord, his habit was to go to the forest alone almost every day and sometimes wait for hours. Then, when they synchronize, they receive the message that he should speak out. The message was sometimes colored by his hands, but he claimed that the light was universal.

ALPHONSO OF CASTILE

"The words of the gods are always echoing, but the court of human ears rarely solve the seal in this lo w-life circle so that he can hear him."

MITHRIDATES

But he also relied on the books of the people who actually conveyed the oracle. He was branded as a scholar, and often silenced the store and workplace. He was an apprentice everywhere and was waiting for light from young and unfriendly customers. The thoughts linked to his reading flowers are gradually compiled in lectures, and his main character in his life is the Boston class at first, and later in the country, these lectures are given to those who listen to it. It was to read it. Winter was such a steep, but interesting journey for him, and he liked to watch the worshiped Republic. These lectures were later cut into ful l-scale and revised, and the best ones were summarized in seven volumes in different names between 1841 and 1876. Lectures in Boston were originally held at Mason Temple, but serious and careful people always attended. Young people were always in the spoken language and writing, and eventually, and ultimately his audience. Freedom on high school

TO J.W.

In his essays, Rowel talks about these early lectures and for those who have suffered generous dissatisfaction with him and young people. Emerson said: "My strengths and fate are one wolf." However, for the retired scholar, the healthy change was to travel and teach people in cities and rough frontier towns, and to interact with people. < SPAN> But he also rely on the books of the people who actually told the oracle. He was branded as a scholar, and often silenced the store and workplace. He was an apprentice everywhere and was waiting for light from young and unfriendly customers. The thoughts linked to his reading flowers are gradually compiled in lectures, and his main character in his life is the Boston class at first, and later in the country, these lectures are given to those who listen to it. It was to read it. Winter was such a steep, but interesting journey for him, and he liked to watch the worshiped Republic. These lectures were later cut into ful l-scale and revised, and the best ones were summarized in seven volumes in different names between 1841 and 1876. Lectures in Boston were originally held at Mason Temple, but serious and careful people always attended. Young people were always in the spoken language and writing, and eventually, and ultimately his audience. Freedom on high school

DESTINY

In his essays, Rowel talks about these early lectures and for those who have suffered generous dissatisfaction with him and young people. Emerson said: "My strengths and fate are one wolf." However, for the retired scholar, the healthy change was to travel and teach people in cities and rough frontier towns, and to interact with people. But he also relied on the books of the people who actually conveyed the oracle. He was branded as a scholar, and often silenced the store and workplace. He was an apprentice everywhere and was waiting for light from young and unfriendly customers. The thoughts linked to his reading flowers are gradually compiled in lectures, and his main character in his life is the Boston class at first, and later in the country, these lectures are given to those who listen to it. It was to read it. Winter was such a steep, but interesting journey for him, and he liked to watch the worshiped Republic. These lectures were later cut into ful l-scale and revised, and the best ones were summarized in seven volumes in different names between 1841 and 1876. Lectures in Boston were originally held at Mason Temple, but serious and careful people always attended. Young people were always in the spoken language and writing, and eventually, and ultimately his audience. Freedom on high school

GUY

In his essays, Rowel talks about these early lectures and for those who have suffered generous dissatisfaction with him and young people. Emerson said: "My strengths and fate are one wolf." However, for the retired scholar, the healthy change was to travel and teach people in cities and rough frontier towns, and to interact with people.

HAMATREYA

In 1837, Emerson delivered a Phi Beta Kappa address, "The American Scholar," at Cambridge, which further increased his fame, but the following year, his lecture to the senior class of the Divinity School brought severe restrictions and warnings against his dangerous doctrines, even from friendly Unitarians. About this sect, Emerson said: "I deny the person of God because there is too little, not because there is too much." He really tried to elevate the idea of ​​God. But those who were hurt or shocked by his teachings respected him. His lectures remained in demand, and he was often invited to speak by the literary societies of orthodox universities. He preached regularly in East Lexington until 1838, when he retired from the deacon's ministry. At that time in Boston, a group of progressive and spiritually minded young people gathered, and George Ripley, Silas Bartle, James Freeman Clark, Alcott, Dr. Hedges, Margaret Fuller, and Elizabeth Peabody discussed and helped each other. It is likely that from this group of friends, of which Emerson was a member, what was called the Transcendental Movement was born. Two of its results were the Brook Farm Community and the Dial magazine, the latter of which Emerson took a great interest and was at one time the editor. Many of these friends were frequent visitors to Concord. Alcott moved to Concord after the school was dissolved. Hawthorne also came to live in the town.

THE RHODORA:

In 1847, Emerson was invited to a lecture in the UK, stayed abroad for a year, and visited France in a difficult era. The British characteristic was the result. Shortly before the trip, he gathered and published poems. Later, in 1867, a collection of poems called "May Day" was published. He continued to write poetry since childhood and was frustrated throughout his life in the pure expression of poetry. He said. "I don't write poetry, so I like my poem." In 1866, the University of Harvard was awarded a Doctor of Legal Science, and he was selected as a permissist. In 1867, he once again gave Fai Beta Kappa Oracion, and in 1870 and 1871 giving a lecture on philosophy in a lecture at Cambridge University.

THE HUMBLE-BEE

Emerson was not just a literary man. He recognized and executed the private and public obligations at that time. He widespread not only the body but also the soul. The enthusiastic young people visited him in search of the rules and left with the light. The reformers visited him, both wise and not, and welcomed him. They were often disappointed that they couldn't use him for their partial and excess plans. He said that my reform includes their reforms. It helps people with my strength, not my weakness. However, if the storm was blowing, he thought he had to appear and show his color. In response to the evil at that time, he worked bravely in his own way. He wrote a letter to Van Buren for his cheroc y-indian mistakes, and when the pagan webster abandoned the cause of freedom, he was constantly opposed to slavery. He supported the birth of the state of Jiyuju by speech and funds. In 1861, the ant i-state rally, which was dissolved by the Boston mob, became a friend of Philips and promoted slave liberation during the war.

BERRYING

He enjoyed Concord's house and his neighbors, served as a board of education for many years, did a lot of things for high school, and talked about the town's cause. He visited all the realization of the city, listened, praised, and always enjoyed the joy and pride of the people. In return, she was respected and loved by people. < SPAN> In 1847, Emerson was invited to a lecture in the UK, stayed abroad for one year, and visited France in a difficult era. The British characteristic was the result. Shortly before the trip, he gathered and published poems. Later, in 1867, a collection of poems called "May Day" was published. He continued to write poetry since childhood and was frustrated throughout his life in the pure expression of poetry. He said. "I don't write poetry, so I like my poem." In 1866, the University of Harvard was awarded a Doctor of Legal Science, and he was selected as a permissist. In 1867, he once again gave Fai Beta Kappa Oracion, and in 1870 and 1871 giving a lecture on philosophy in a lecture at Cambridge University.

THE SNOW-STORM

Emerson was not just a literary man. He recognized and executed the private and public obligations at that time. He widespread not only the body but also the soul. The enthusiastic young people visited him in search of the rules and left with the light. The reformers visited him, both wise and not, and welcomed him. They were often disappointed that they couldn't use him for their partial and excess plans. He said that my reform includes their reforms. It helps people with my strength, not my weakness. However, if the storm was blowing, he thought he had to appear and show his color. In response to the evil at that time, he worked bravely in his own way. He wrote a letter to Van Buren for his cheroc y-indian mistakes, and when the pagan webster abandoned the cause of freedom, he was constantly opposed to slavery. He supported the birth of the state of Jiyuju by speech and funds. In 1861, the ant i-state rally, which was dissolved by the Boston mob, became a friend of Philips and promoted slave liberation during the war.

WOODNOTES I

He enjoyed Concord's house and his neighbors, served as a board of education for many years, did a lot of things for high school, and talked about the town's cause. He visited all the realization of the city, listened, praised, and always enjoyed the joy and pride of the people. In return, she was respected and loved by people. In 1847, Emerson was invited to a lecture in the UK, stayed abroad for a year, and visited France in a difficult era. The British characteristic was the result. Shortly before the trip, he gathered and published poems. Later, in 1867, a collection of poems called "May Day" was published. He continued to write poetry since childhood and was frustrated throughout his life in the pure expression of poetry. He said. "I don't write poetry, so I like my poem." In 1866, the University of Harvard was awarded a Doctor of Legal Science, and he was selected as a permissist. In 1867, he once again gave Fai Beta Kappa Oracion, and in 1870 and 1871 giving a lecture on philosophy in a lecture at Cambridge University.

WOODNOTES II

Emerson was not just a literary man. He recognized and executed the private and public obligations at that time. He widespread not only the body but also the soul. The enthusiastic young people visited him in search of the rules and left with the light. The reformers visited him, both wise and not, and welcomed him. They were often disappointed that they couldn't use him for their partial and excess plans. He said that my reform includes their reforms. It helps people with my strength, not my weakness. However, if the storm was blowing, he thought he had to appear and show his color. In response to the evil at that time, he worked bravely in his own way. He wrote a letter to Van Buren for his cheroc y-indian mistakes, and when the pagan webster abandoned the cause of freedom, he was constantly opposed to slavery. He supported the birth of the state of Jiyuju by speech and funds. In 1861, the ant i-state rally, which was dissolved by the Boston mob, became a friend of Philips and promoted slave liberation during the war.

MONADNOC

He enjoyed Concord's house and his neighbors, served as a board of education for many years, did a lot of things for high school, and talked about the town's cause. He visited all the realization of the city, listened, praised, and always enjoyed the joy and pride of the people. In return, she was respected and loved by people.

FABLE

Emerson's house was burned down by a fire in 1872, and the exposure and fatigue at that time suffered him. Many friends have rebuilt his house and claimed to dispatch overseas to recover. He went to Nile, returned to England, found his old and new friends, and was greeted by the Concords when he returned to Japan. Later, he couldn't write a letter. His old age was quiet and happy surrounded by family and friends. He died in April 1882.

ODE

Goodbye, proud people! I go home: You're not my friend, I'm not your friend. I wandered in a tired crowd. Like a river in the salt water of the ocean, I have long flew like a foam that can be chased for a long time! It's a proud world. Like the flattering face swells. Grow with his wise dirt. To overcome the wealth of wealth. Use underestimating the job, whether in a low position or a high position. In a crowded hall, in court, on the street. With a frozen heart and feet. Those who go, those who come. Farewell, proud people! I go home. To your round mattress, which is only in Yong Green Hills (Green Hill). Archiz Green, Beggar Day, Echo the Blackbird Roundley, and vulgar feet never have a sacred place for thinking and God. Oh, when I'm safe in my home in Sylvan, I walk in the pride of Greece and Rome. Under the pine forest where the evening star shines sacred, I laugh at human knowledge and pride. What is such a pride anger for the human beings in the bush can meet God? < SPAN> Emerson's house was burned down by a fire in 1872, and the bombings and fatigue at that time suffered him. Many friends have rebuilt his house and claimed to dispatch overseas to recover. He went to Nile, returned to England, found his old and new friends, and was greeted by the Concords when he returned to Japan. Later, he couldn't write a letter. His old age was quiet and happy surrounded by family and friends. He died in April 1882.

ASTRAEA

Goodbye, proud people! I go home: You're not my friend, I'm not your friend. I wandered in a tired crowd. Like a river in the salt water of the ocean, I have long flew like a foam that can be chased for a long time! It's a proud world. Like the flattering face swells. Grow with his wise dirt. To overcome the wealth of wealth. Use underestimating the job, whether in a low position or a high position. In a crowded hall, in court, on the street. With a frozen heart and feet. Those who go, those who come. Farewell, proud people! I go home. To your round mattress, which is only in Yong Green Hills (Green Hill). Archiz Green, Beggar Day, Echo the Blackbird Roundley, and vulgar feet never have a sacred place for thinking and God. Oh, when I'm safe in my home in Sylvan, I walk in the pride of Greece and Rome. Under the pine forest where the evening star shines sacred, I laugh at human knowledge and pride. What is such a pride anger for the human beings in the bush can meet God? Emerson's house was burned down by a fire in 1872, and the exposure and fatigue at that time suffered him. Many friends have rebuilt his house and claimed to dispatch overseas to recover. He went to Nile, returned to England, found his old and new friends, and was greeted by the Concords when he returned to Japan. Later, he couldn't write a letter. His old age was quiet and happy surrounded by family and friends. He died in April 1882.

Goodbye, proud people! I go home: You're not my friend, I'm not your friend. I wandered in a tired crowd. Like a river in the salt water of the ocean, I have long flew like a foam that can be chased for a long time! It's a proud world. Like the flattering face swells. Grow with his wise dirt. To overcome the wealth of wealth. Use underestimating the job, whether in a low position or a high position. In a crowded hall, in court, on the street. With a frozen heart and feet. Those who go, those who come. Farewell, proud people! I go home. To your round mattress, which is only in Yong Green Hills (Green Hill). Archiz Green, Beggar Day, Echo the Blackbird Roundley, and vulgar feet never have a sacred place for thinking and God. Oh, when I'm safe in my home in Sylvan, I walk in the pride of Greece and Rome. Under the pine forest where the evening star shines sacred, I laugh at human knowledge and pride. What is such a pride anger for the human beings in the bush can meet God?

COMPENSATION

You do not think of him a little, in the field, a clown in red looking down from the hills; you do not think of the low lowing of the cows in the mountain pastures, so easy to hear, so low, that they enchant your ears; you do not think of the sextant, which strikes the bell at noon, that the great Napoleon halted his horse and cried out in jubilation while his records overlook the heights of the Alps; you do not know what arguments your life has borrowed from your neighbor's creed; everything is necessary for each; nothing is fair, nothing is good. I thought of the sound of a sparrow from heaven, singing at dawn in a fir-wood boat; I took him home, even to his nest; he sings, but is not happy now, for I did not bring back the river and the sky; the delicate shells rolled on the shore; the foam of the last waves gave them a pearly enamel, and the savage sea tribes welcomed their safe escape. I plucked out the weeds and the foam, and placed my home in the sea, where I was born. But the poor, foolish, and rowdy things left their beauty on the shore, with sun and sand and wild tumult. The lover, gazing at his graceful maiden, wrote: "On his maiden train he rode away. At last he came to the wilderness, like a bird from the woods in a cage. Gay charms were destructive, a tender wife, but no fairy. And I said: Beauty is a miserably deceived childhood; I leave it behind in the play of youth: And as I spoke, the pines of the ground at my feet twirled their beautiful wreaths, and I ran over the burrs of club-moss. I drew in the breath of violets. Around me stood the oaks and firs; the pines and oaks stood on the ground. Over my head the eternal sky stretched, full of light and divinity. Again I saw, and again I heard, the flowing rivers, the birds of the morning.... I gave myself over to the perfect whole.

FORBEARANCE

I love the church. I love the cover. I love the prophet of the soul. To my heart the monastery aisle flows like a sweet tune, or a thoughtful smile. Why should the vestment I could not bear charm him? Was not the terrible Yove brought by the young Phidias from conceit or shallow thoughts? The seductive Delphic oracle never comes from a cunning mouth. From the heart of nature the old Bible's burden was unloaded. The pagan eulogy, like tongues of volcanic flame, from the burning core came hymns of love and sorrow: hands that rounded the domes of Peter and burst the corridors of Christian Rome that made sad honesty. He of God could not free himself. He, more than he knew, grew a conscious stone for beauty. Do you know what the nest of leaves and wings cried out from her breast? Or how the fish irritated her shell and painted every ring with morning. How the sacred pine added new and innumerable leaves to its old; Such sacred piles grew, with love and fear tiling. The earth proudly wears the Parthenon; The monasteries of England, like her friends, bend to the sky.

THE PARK

Thou, the dear friend, the brother will be able to do me and tell the truth, not flattering. I came from the spring forest from a fragrant and lonely land. What if your heart burned by love? If your love is not entrusted. Sadness is hidden in your chest, you can tear you without standing up. In the past, love escaped from the false's eyes and torn each purple light bandage one by one. Even if you are the most beautiful figure and your soul has ever been worn, in any answer, it looks like a fox in his corrected eyes. Your soft memorial service will seem too bold, and your prayer will look tighter. You walked the most stable road, but you walked a long and wide road. But you will also do it as the gods do it in a cloudy season. Don't forget the gods' orders. Follow everything, as they guide. Drinking a Cupid's sweet dew cup, loving the bottom, not loving the top, warning to the deaf and deaf on iron leaves. Those who are loved by the gods and people will not be loved again. The idol worship of the loved one falls into a new dimension. He will not be confused, even if the gods are confused by the beauty of human children and their bright youth. And a wise immortal person does this-is his research and joy to bless this creature day and night? To protect this from all evil, bend the earth for rare wealth, and to bring her stars to destroy her hair: He thinks music on her thoughts. Mix, mercy of her heavenly question: All blessings, all the good hearts of his good heart, the rich love, the king gives, "Listen! The earth, the sea, the air! The monument was built for versatile, versatile, or a sel f-interest, but I was despised by my blessing, but it was despised. Did I decorate this as a specimen of natural and more beautiful people through its rich area, as it wasn't decorated? In order to lead to a new dimension, you've got a bad person for my liberation! Not, "And God gives everything, and is released from the throne forever. < SPAN> You, a dear friend, and your brothers will tell you the truth, not compliments. If your heart is not entrusted with your love from the fragrant land. In the past, love fled from the false hearts, and the soul was the most beautiful. In any of the answers, the fox will look too bold, and your prayer will be the most stable. You will not be able to guide the gods in a long time, as you walk. Drink the Cupid's Cup, love the top, and those who are not loved by the gods and deaf people. The beloved idols are now confused by the beauty of the human child and their brightness. This is a blessing of this creature day and night, is his research and a pleasure? To bring her stars to destroy her stars: He mixes music into her thoughts and marries her with heavenly questions: All blessings, all the good hearts of his good heart Love, the king gives, "Listen! The earth, the sea, the air! This monument of my despair was built for versatile, versatile, and fair. Not for my personal interest, I decorated it, as if it was despised by my blessed person as not despised, but it was not decorated. I wonder if I make this maiden a specimen of nature through its rich territory, a young race or a deeper, more beautiful person with a deeper statue? To lead humans to a new dimension of power and condensation. These gifts are the hostages I swore for my liberation. Space, look at yourself! You got better, not bad. "And God gives everything and is released from the throne forever. You, your beloved friend, your brother, the brothers, and the truth, not flattering. I am a fragrant and lonely loneliness from the spring forest. If your love is not entrusted to your love, you will not be able to stand up. Because he ran away from the eyes of his heart and torn each of the purple lights, he was the most beautiful figure, and in all the answers. The fox will seem to be too bold, and your prayer will be the most stable. Walk a long way, but do not forget the gods of the gods. Drinking a cup, loving the top, and warnings to the deaf people who are written on iron leaves are not loved again. This time, even if the gods fall into the human child and the brilliant youth, he will not be distracted. Is blessing day and night a joyful and joyful? To bring the stars: He mixes music into her thoughts and is merciful to her with natural questions: all blessings, all his good hearts, rich love, king gives Listen, the sea, the monument of my despair is built for the versatile, my own. While not decorated, I decorated it as a specimen of nature, as it was not decorated. Do you want to be a new dimension of a human being? See you, "And God is given all the time!

FORERUNNERS

Ask, "How long will you abide?" Know, that every substance and relation, every thorough act of nature, has its unit, bound and measured; and every new compound is the product and repeater of that which was once discovered. But what measure is there but the unit of visitation, the meeting of wise men, say, the meeting of the eyes? Nature rides the ray of vision, farther than the whirlwind goes, for service or pleasure, the heart for the heart, shows its meaning, summarises long experience, introduces the intellect, casts nature through the channel of this faculty. A single appearance wrenched the breast; years confessed for a moment; the period of a glance is the period of comfort, and its faint multiple, whether your deception be church or state. The acceleration of Saturn cannot be stopped; if you love the moment of overcoming, hate Swift Respulss play. How long will you abide? Destroyer of the day! Know that every substance and relation, the working of Nature in its entirety, has its unit, bound and counteracted; and every new compound is the product and repeater of what was once discovered; but what measure is there but the unit of visitation, the meeting of wise men, say, the meeting of the eye? Nature is cast into Nature through the channel of this property. Ask, "How long will I stay?" Know that every substance and relation, the working of Nature in its entirety, has its unit, bound and counteracted; and every new compound is the product and repeater of what was once discovered; but what measure is there but the unit of visitation, the meeting of wise men, say, the meeting of the eye? Nature rides on the ray of vision, farther than the whirlwind goes, for service or pleasure, the heart for the heart, shows its meaning, summarizes long experience, introduces the intellect, cast into Nature through the channel of this property. A single appearance wrenched the chest. A fleeting year confessed. The period of a glance is the period of comfort, and even if your deception is church or state, its faint multiple. The acceleration of Saturn cannot be stopped. If you love the moment of overcoming, hate Swift Respulss play. How long will you remain? Destroyer of the day! Know that every substance and relation, the workings of nature in its entirety, has its unit, bound and counteracted; and every new compound is the product and repeater of what was once discovered. But what measure is there other than the unit of visitation, the meeting of wise men, say, the meeting of the eyes? Nature is cast into nature through the channel of this property. Ask, "How long will you remain?" Know that every substance and relation, the workings of nature in its entirety, has its unit, bound and counteracted; and every new compound is the product and repeater of what was once discovered. But what measure is there other than the unit of visitation, the meeting of wise men, say, the meeting of the eyes? Nature rides the rays of vision, farther than the whirlwind goes, for service or pleasure, for the mind for the mind, shows its meaning, summarizes long experience, introduces the intellect, cast into nature through the channel of this function. A single appearance wrenches the breast; years confessed for a moment; the period of a glance is a period of consolation, its faint multiple, even if your deception is church or state. The acceleration of Saturn cannot be stopped; if you love the moment of overcoming, hate Swift Respulss play. How long will you remain? Destroyer of the day! Know, every substance and relation, the function of nature in its entirety, has its unit, bound and opposed; and every new compound is the product and repeater of what was once discovered; but what measure is there but the unit of visitation, the meeting of wise men, say, the meeting of the eyes? Nature is cast into nature through the channel of this property.

SURSUM CORDA

Uriel entered into the primeval age of investigating refreshing souls. This was the last time of Uriel in Paradise. Once, among the walking Pleiades, Seyd heard the young gods speak. And to his ears, a very long treachery was revealed. The young gods argued about the laws of form and measure, about spheres, quintessence and sunshine, about what is and what seems. One of them, in a low voice, declared, rebelling against doubt and haughty usage, and with a look that unravelled the sphere, stirred up demons everywhere, and showed divine feeling against the existence of lines. "There is no line in nature. The unity and the universe are round. In vain are born, and all rays return. Evil is blessed, and ice is burned." Uriel spoke with a sharp gaze, and a shudder ran through the sky. The stern old gods of war shook their heads, and the seraphim frowned from their beds of myrtle. It was like a sacred feast. The scales of fate were bent. The boundary between good and evil was torn apart. Mighty Hades could not hold himself, and all was drawn into chaos. A withered and sad self-consciousness fell on the beauty of Uriel. In the once glorious heavens, the god then hid in the clouds.

ODE TO BEAUTY

Thanks for the morning light, thanks to the foamy sea, freely in the highlands of New Hampshire in the green forest. For everyone with courage, a sacred heart, a boy with a toy that never looks back. "Under the slate roof, where hotels are lined up, the town's mansions are lined with a slate roof, vicious time and space conquered the time and space, telephone that surpasses the speed of light, nonsense. Politics is the basics. The letter does not give energy. And it is a clear voice in the abyss of history far away. Commercial and the road trap us, our body weakens and worn. We go to each other's plot, deprecate, and loot the people who are not born. However, a noble face is sitting in the living room. Alternatively, a single sunlight illuminates the glass. Or music that gives humans beautifully contempt. The inevitable morning find them in the basement. I am convinced that a charit y-filled nature smiles at the factory. Keep the purple ridgeline, the sky between the walls, and all hidden amazing intervals at a minimum interval. It's a shame! The sunny days that bother us deceive our reckless desires. The whispering of the glory gods leaves us in the bog. We cannot learn encryption. < SPAN> Thanks for the morning light, thanks to the foamy sea, free in the highlands of New Hampshire in the green forest. For everyone with courage, a sacred heart, a boy with a toy that never looks back. "Under the slate roof, where hotels are lined up, the town's mansions are lined with a slate roof, vicious time and space conquered the time and space, telephone that surpasses the speed of light, nonsense. Politics is the basics. The letter does not give energy. And it is a clear voice in the abyss of history far away. Commercial and the road trap us, our body weakens and worn. We go to each other's plot, deprecate, and loot the people who are not born. However, a noble face is sitting in the living room. Alternatively, a single sunlight illuminates the glass. Or music that gives humans beautifully contempt. The inevitable morning find them in the basement. I am convinced that a charit y-filled nature smiles at the factory. Keep the purple ridgeline, the sky between the walls, and all hidden amazing intervals at minimal intervals. It's a shame! The sunny days that bother us deceive our reckless desires. The whispering of the glory gods leaves us in the bog. We cannot learn encryption. Thanks for the morning light, thanks to the foamy sea, freely in the highlands of New Hampshire in the green forest. For everyone with courage, a sacred heart, a boy with a toy that never looks back. "Under the slate roof, where hotels are lined up, the town's mansions are lined with a slate roof, vicious time and space conquered the time and space, telephone that surpasses the speed of light, nonsense. Politics is the basics. The letter does not give energy. And it is a clear voice in the abyss of history far away. Commercial and the road trap us, our body weakens and worn. We go to each other's plot, deprecate, and loot the people who are not born. However, a noble face is sitting in the living room. Alternatively, a single sunlight illuminates the glass. Or music that gives humans beautifully contempt. The inevitable morning find them in the basement. I am convinced that the compassionate nature smiles at the factory. Keep the purple ridgeline, the sky between the walls, and all hidden amazing intervals at a minimum interval. It's a shame! The sunny days that bother us deceive our reckless desires. The whispering of the glory gods leaves us in the bog. We cannot learn encryption.

GIVE ALL TO LOVE

His will is not frustrated. The earth and the sea species are atoms of his shining physical physical atoms and obey his orders. He serves Amin and serves a brave person who loves Amin. He kills the inconvenience and the sick, and starts straight again. For the gods to enjoy the gods and drive the vulnerable aside. The person who lights the charity of the charity opens his hand. When the old world becomes barren and the times are abolished, it is decided to pass through the debris and complete the most beautiful world. He is forbidden to despair. A cloak on your cheek. And the vague good of a person is born and delighted. Spring makes spring in the heart even after 60 years. Love recalls this high heart again. In the winter glacier, I see the summer shine. His intentions cannot be hindered. The earth and the sea species are the brilliance of his atoms, and his orders are obeyed. He serves Amin and serves a brave person who loves Amin. He kills the inconvenience and the sick, and starts straight again. For the gods to enjoy the gods and drive the vulnerable aside. The person who lights the charity of the charity opens his hand. When the old world becomes barren and the times are abolished, it passes through the sea. < SPAN> His will is not frustrated. The earth and the sea species are atoms of his shining physical physical atoms and obey his orders. He serves Amin and serves a brave person who loves Amin. He kills the inconvenience and the sick, and starts straight again. For the gods to enjoy the gods and drive the vulnerable aside. The person who lights the charity of the charity opens his hand. When the old world becomes barren and the times are abolished, it is decided to pass through the debris and complete the most beautiful world. He is forbidden to despair. A cloak on your cheek. And the vague good of a person is born and delighted. Spring makes spring in the heart even after 60 years. Love recalls this high heart again. In the winter glacier, I see the summer shine. His intentions cannot be hindered. The earth and the sea species are the brilliance of his atoms, and his orders are obeyed. He serves Amin and serves a brave person who loves Amin. He kills the inconvenient and the sick, and starts straight again. For the gods to enjoy the gods and drive the vulnerable aside. The person who lights the charity of the charity opens his hand. When the old world becomes barren and the times are abolished, it passes through the sea. His will is not frustrated. The earth and the sea species are atoms of his shining body and obey his order. He serves Amin and serves a brave person who loves Amin. He kills the inconvenience and the sick, and starts straight again. For the gods to enjoy the gods and drive the vulnerable aside. The person who lights the charity of the charity opens his hand. When the old world becomes barren and the times are abolished, it is decided to pass through the debris and complete the most beautiful world. He is forbidden to despair. A cloak on your cheek. And the vague good of a person is born and delighted. Spring makes spring in the heart even after 60 years. Love recalls this high heart again. In the winter glacier, I see the summer shine. His intentions cannot be hindered. The earth and the sea species are the brilliance of his atoms, and his orders are obeyed. He serves Amin and serves a brave person who loves Amin. He kills the inconvenient and the sick, and starts straight again. For the gods to enjoy the gods and drive the vulnerable aside. The person who lights the charity of the charity opens his hand. When the old world becomes barren and the times are abolished, it passes through the sea.

TO ELLEN AT THE SOUTH

Sphinx sleeps and rolls wings: her ears are heavy and she gives birth to the world. "Who will tell me my secrets, how many centuries are going on? A known fruits of unknown fruit. Daidarian's plan? From sleep to wak e-up to sleep to sleep? Life overtakes death? Deep? "Like the sunlight, he lifts his palm. The elephant is calm, calm down. Gum opens his wings with beautiful movements. Playing with the breeze, the atoms that the old friend travel, the steadily drawn, the led, the led, the plants, the fou r-legged animals. In a fascinating music, the steam covers the hill at the night, "The sun is the play. The peace of all existence is shining, and the world is in a soft fine painting. Loosen, stealing, depressing, jealous, "Seeing his great mother, and the sound of her speech. > Sphinx sleeps and wings are heavy, and she is a known fruit of the unknown fruits, "Who will give birth to my secrets? Wake up from sleeping to sleep? But the gum is opened, and the old friend tries to live, and the prime set is steadily. From the pole, the sea, the earth, the sound, the silence. The plants, the birds, the fascinating music, the gods covering the morning and the steam covers the hill. The babies lying for joy, and all of the worlds are in a soft pillow. "But humans are bending, blushing, hiding, he sneaks in, loosens, steals, is depressed, jealous. Seeing his fear,;-cold Anasfinx sleeps and rolls his wings: Her ears, "Who teaches my secret. Will you be able to do it or have been going on century? A known fruit of unknown fruit. Daidarian plan? From sleep to waking up, wak e-up to sleep? Will your life overtake death? Deep deep? "Like the sunlight, he lifts his palm. The elephant is calm, calm down. Gum opens his wings with beautiful movements. Playing with the breeze, the atoms that the old friend travel, the steadily drawn, the led, the led, the plants, the fou r-legged animals. In a fascinating music, the steam covers the hill at the night, "The sun is the play. The peace of all existence is shining, and the world is in a soft fine painting. Loose, stealing, depressing, jealous, "Seeing his fears,"

TO ELLEN

The mind that has always remained. The quarters accelerate a strong pulse at the boundary of the day. "Sluggish Sphinx, Jove holds your five spirits. The old Sphinx cut his thick lips and said: "Who taught me to report? I am your spirit, the companion of your yoke, I am your eye." Can she see your right eye? And all the answers are lies. So through nature, through thousands of pry natures, take your quest? Ask, clothe yourself with eternity. Time is a false answer. "Remove the sphere of joy, and it is no longer bound to stone, it dissolves into purple clouds, silver to the moon, and bends into yellow flame. Jove, the dull sphinx, holds your five spirits. Your vision widens. Rue, myrrh, and cumin for the sphinx, to clear her clouded eyes! "The old sphinx cut off his thick lips. Who taught me my name? I am thy soul, thy companion. From thy eyes, I am the eye. "You are a question without an answer, you could see your right eye, always ask, ask, all answers are lies, so take your quest through nature, through a thousand natures, ask, clothe yourself with eternity. Time is a false answer. The sphere of joy is free, no longer bound to stone, wrapped in purple clouds, silver to the moon. Wrapped in yellow flame, it blossomed red. It rested in the shimmering waves, and stood at the head of the Monadnock.

TO EVA

I, Alfonso, learns alive and see nature is back. Things get worse. The lemon transmits leaves and bark. Unprecedented figs and lime. The day is shorter and the time becomes severe. The flowers in April are cold and wither in the insufficient sky. In the midsummer, the imp dyed half of the sun's disk with stains. "Tan, Orange Cheek and Skin of Man are no longer the benefits of the roses, the goat is dry, the Lisbon is hit by an earthquake, and people cry. Those who are thin, they should have seen the brothers who are the brothers, are the fertility of the castle! The strong work is a reckless man, a broken man and a destroyed dose? Do you meet your vitality or return to the mountains to block confusion and sleep? It is an old Nile Dry, and in the wild, we believe that it is a doubtful for one. < SPAN> I'm going to see the lemons and the bark. The time becomes severe and the Imprition is dyed in the midsummer. There is no benefit, the goat is dried, and those who are lean, the focus of the ponds, are hungry. You should have seen the fertility, as you should have seen the gods! Dolphins, a stupid man and an expressionless rose afflict the bread and doubles the dosage of waste or to block the waste and sleep. Returning, you are now cultivated to the earth and the sky and led you to a faithful heat. In our wilderness, we believe that the science is hidden for one. Watching the lemons are getting colder. Dead in an insufficient sky. In the midsummer, the imp dyed half of the sun's disk with stains. "Tan, Orange Cheek and Skin of Man are no longer the benefits of the roses, the goat is dry, the Lisbon is hit by an earthquake, and people cry. Those who are thin, they should have seen the brothers who are the brothers, are the fertility of the castle! The strong work is a reckless man, a broken man and a destroyed dose? Do you meet your vitality or return to the mountains to block confusion and sleep? It is an old Nile Dry, and in the wild, we believe that it is a doubtful for one. I get into it.

LINES

In the larger system, it guarantees his age. Thus is born a man worthy of the solar grace.

THE VIOLET

I can ask neither water nor wine, tobacco leaves, poppies, nor roses. From the earth to the line, everything that works and grows between them is my kin. Give me agate for meat; give me kanzashi for food. From the air and the sea, from all lands and altitudes, from all nature, sharp and slimy, salt and basalt, wild things, plum-fruited things, trees and lichens, monkeys, sea lions, birds, reptiles, let them be my playthings. Ivy for my fin belt; blind dog wood for my hand; hemlock for my sherbet, prussic juice for my fondling. Swing me to the upas treetops, vampire fossed, when I play. "I use the world, sift it, shift it with a thousand humors, as you turn a cherry. O merry ghosts, and merry goblins! All the virtues, ways, chances, means, devices, pleasures, famous faults and braggart rights, the ordinary and the permitted, the minorities, the things in the clouds! Here! Take me, use me, fill me, veins and arteries, kill me!

THE AMULET

Tread not in the grave. Listen to the words of wine and roses. The mountain chase, the summer wave, the city crowd, and Thy feet may tarry. We will not put your feet into the grave, nor loosen the covering with which gracious time and nature have permitted the wise man's errors to be wrapped. We will not put your feet into the grave. Take care that you do not take from the dead his sad ornaments, his myrrh, his wine, his ring, his sheets of lead, his buried spoils. Dig and dive resolutely. Life is too short to waste in criticism and sarcastic barking, in disputes and reproaches. Rise up! Think of your goal!

THINE EYES STILL SHINED

The fact that you are justice or wise is a power, power, wealth, and generous. You have to add a light distortion that throws a beauty on a rose. There is a melody born from the melody that melts the world in the sea. Tor could not cause it. The height could never be hit. It is not born from the spirit. However, music born in music can despise Joven and Juneau. What kind of boots do you have, if you don't have a flame that makes me crazy with a sweet desire? What are the soldiers of the soldiers? I have to conquer and win? If you say it for another person's gift, what is your pride? That's pathetic! When you look at his face, your heart says, "Brothers, go on your own way! If you look at his face, your heart will say," Brother, go on your way. "! Nobody asks what you are doing, and when you are drawing a copy of what you know, what you are listening to, you are in a hurry. Do not. And again, they are born to forget the sun. Certainly, the sun brings one prison under its tongue. His shoulder width is wide and powerful. And his eyes are pornbled, intimidating and young. I don't care at all, whether your jewel is pure water, a rose diamond, or white. I don't care what your clothes are. I don't care if your name is low or brave. However, if you are fascinating me, < Span> is justice or wise, it is a dull, power, wealth, and generous. You have to add a light distortion that throws a beauty on a rose. There is a melody born from the melody that melts the world in the sea. Tor could not cause it. The height could never be hit. It is not born from the spirit. However, music born in music can despise Joven and Juneau. What kind of boots do you have, if you don't have a flame that makes me crazy with a sweet desire? What are the soldiers of the soldiers? I have to conquer and win? If you say it for another person's gift, what is your pride? That's pathetic! When you look at his face, your heart says, "Brothers, go on your own way! If you look at his face, your heart will say," Brother, go on your way. "! Nobody asks what you are doing, and when you are drawing a copy of what you know, what you are listening to, you are in a hurry. Do not. And again, they are born to forget the sun. Certainly, the sun brings one prison under its tongue. His shoulder width is wide and powerful. And his eyes are pornbled, intimidating and young. I don't care at all, whether your jewel is pure water, a rose diamond, or white. I don't care what your clothes are. I don't care if your name is low or brave. However, if you are fascinating me, it is justice or wise, it is a power, power, wealth, and generous. You have to add a light distortion that throws a beauty on a rose. There is a melody born from the melody that melts the world in the sea. Tor could not cause it. The height could never be hit. It is not born from the spirit. However, music born in music can despise Joven and Juneau. What kind of boots do you have, if you don't have a flame that makes me crazy with a sweet desire? What are the soldiers of the soldiers? I have to conquer and win? If you say it for another person's gift, what is your pride? That's pathetic! When you look at his face, your heart says, "Brothers, go on your own way! If you look at his face, your heart will say," Brother, go on your way. "! Nobody asks what you are doing, and when you are drawing a copy of what you know, what you are listening to, you are in a hurry. Do not. And again, they are born to forget the sun. Certainly, the sun brings one prison under its tongue. His shoulder width is wide and powerful. And his eyes are pornbled, intimidating and young. I don't care at all, whether your jewel is pure water, a rose diamond, or white. I don't care what your clothes are. I don't care if your name is low or brave. But if you are fascinating me

EROS

A fatal mixture clay that is attracted at night and noon, can be exchanged for things, and does not require charm or ring. The man had a tarisma that everything started with himself. As in the past, many connected the sun and the wind by chains, and Guy Betm's discovered that good luck was his own escort and lover. In a strange merger, he felt awe and felt symmetry. Any mixture cannot withstand his lucky virtue. He did not lose money or jewelry, and could not receive that reward. This fearless man had no enemies. His aim was that the reddish blade healed the wound quickly. When his gaze headed to Foemann, he could close and run. It seemed that his genius was distinguished by the proof of the manufacturer and made all the butler of the tide, grant and rent elements. As a result, general water fell into his well like expensive wines. He narrowed down his wisdom and trapped nature. The rain in time, both early or late, was in time to inflate his grain. The sea current could not care much about the wind, but Guy's corn was there to grind it. Silock found it on the way, fastened the sail, and dried the dried grass. And the sun in the world is a deadly mixed clay, which is attracted to the shining < SPAN> at night and noon, can be exchanged for things, and does not require charm or ring. The man had a tarisma that everything started with himself. As in the past, many connected the sun and the wind by chains, and Guy Betm's discovered that good luck was his own escort and lover. In a strange merger, he felt awe and felt symmetry. Any mixture cannot withstand his lucky virtue. He did not lose money or jewelry, and could not receive that reward. This fearless man had no enemies. His aim was that the reddish blade healed the wound quickly. When his gaze headed to Foemann, he could close and run. It seemed that his genius was distinguished by the proof of the manufacturer and made all the butler of the tide, grant and rent elements. As a result, general water fell into his well like expensive wines. He narrowed down his wisdom and trapped nature. The rain in time, both early or late, was in time to inflate his grain. The sea current could not care much about the wind, but Guy's corn was there to grind it. Silock found it on the way, fastened the sail, and dried the dried grass. And the sun in the world is attractive at the glowing night and noon, can be exchanged for things, and does not require charm or ring. The man had a tarisma that everything started with himself. As in the past, many connected the sun and the wind by chains, and Guy Betm's discovered that good luck was his own escort and lover. In a strange merger, he felt awe and felt symmetry. Any mixture cannot withstand his lucky virtue. He did not lose money or jewelry, and could not receive that reward. This fearless man had no enemies. His aim was that the reddish blade healed the wound quickly. When his gaze headed to Foemann, he could close and run. It seemed that his genius was distinguished by the proof of the manufacturer and made all the butler of the tide, grant and rent elements. As a result, general water fell into his well like expensive wines. He narrowed down his wisdom and trapped nature. The rain in time, both early or late, was in time to inflate his grain. The sea current could not care much about the wind, but Guy's corn was there to grind it. Silock found it on the way, fastened the sail, and dried the dried grass. And the sun in the world shines

HERMIONE

Berkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meliam, and Flint owned a land that provides their labor to their labor for their labor, dried grass, corn, roots, hemp, linse, apple, wool. Each of these owners said while walking on their own farm: "This is my, my kids, and my name. How gently the west wind resonates with my trees! How elegantly climbs my hill, I love that pure water and flag, where they are. Is it? They are sleeping under their land: strangers, sympathize and cultivate their cultivated land. The earth is laughing in the flowers, seeing the boasted boasts. The plow is manipulated, but you cannot take your feet from the graveyard. They sighed on everything, including the ridge, the pond, and the pond, and all of them, including their territory. "This is suitable for pastures. There must be a clay, lime, gravel, granite, granite, and the fog plains for peat. This land is good. When you return over the sea, you It's good to find the place of leaving, and you'll see him a bit of the earth. It is not. The earth endured. < SPAN> Berkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meliam, and Flint owned the dried grass, corn, roots, hemp, linse, apple, wool, and lumber to their labor. Each of these owners said while walking on their own farm: "This is my, my kids, and my name. How gently the west wind resonates with my trees! How elegantly climbs my hill, I love that pure water and flag, where they are. Is it? They are sleeping under their land: strangers, sympathize and cultivate their cultivated land. The earth is laughing in the flowers, seeing the boasted boasts. The plow is manipulated, but you cannot take your feet from the graveyard. They sighed on everything, including the ridge, the pond, and the pond, and all of them, including their territory. "This is suitable for pastures. There must be a clay, lime, gravel, granite, granite, and the fog plains for peat. This land is good. When you return over the sea, you It's good to find the place of leaving, and you'll see him a bit of the earth. It is not. The earth endured. Berkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meliam, and Flint owned a land that provides their labor to their labor for their labor, dried grass, corn, roots, hemp, linse, apple, wool. Each of these owners said while walking on their own farm: "This is my, my kids, and my name. How gently the west wind resonates with my trees! How elegantly climbs my hill, I love that pure water and flag, where they are. Is it? They are sleeping under their land: strangers, sympathize and cultivate their cultivated land. The earth is laughing in the flowers, seeing the boasted boasts. The plow is manipulated, but you cannot take your feet from the graveyard. They sighed on everything, including the ridge, the pond, and the pond, and all of them, including their territory. "This is suitable for pastures. There must be a clay, lime, gravel, granite, granite, and the fog plains for peat. This land is good. When you return over the sea, you It's good to find the place of leaving, and you don't see the desire to add him to the land. It is not. The earth endured.

INITIAL, DAEMONIC AND CELESTIAL LOVE

Where is that flower from? In May, when the sea-wilders excavated our siphon, I found a fresh rodola in the woods, spreading its leaves in a damp corner to delight the desert and the sober stream. The purple petals fell on the pools and homogenized the black water with their beauty. Here may a red bird come to cool its fins. And identify the flower that swells its cluster. Rodila! If wise men ask why this charm has been lost from earth and sky, tell them that if eyes were made to see, beauty is an excuse for its existence! I did not think to ask, and did not know. But I think that the force of self-love that brought me there, in my simple ignorance, brought you. Where did that flower come from? In May, when the raging waves of the sea broke through our siphon, I found a fresh rodola in the woods, spreading its leaves in a damp corner to delight the desert and the sober stream. The purple petals fell into the deep, and made the black waters homogenous with their beauty. Here may the red birds come to cool their fins. And identify the flower that swells its cluster. Rodilla! If the wise men ask you why this charm is lost on earth and in heaven, tell them, dear ones.

II. THE DAEMONIC LOVE

Brie, Hamble Bee, who falls asleep, where are you? Let Porto Rike sail and heat the distant sea. Red the zigzag, chase your swell, chasing your swell. Your listener singing on bushes and vines. The lover of the sun's insect, the joy of your rule! An atmosphere sailor. A person swimming on the atmosphere. Light and noon navigator. June Epiculian. Wait until you can hear your singing voice. The southern wind is a shining fog silver net, the wall of the horizon, and the softness that touches everything, the romance color hits the human face, and the subtle heat injection is a violet of the hook. Instead, the fine conviction, the underwoods runner, and the green silence shift with a ripe, cool bass. In the warm summer summer, I want to be a sleepy thing to me, a sweet, a long day, a long day, a solid flower bank. A sweet bay found in the Indian desert. Syria's peace, immortal entertainment, the most intense cheerful and bir d-like joy. Have you ever seen my insect something unpleasant and impure? However, violets and bells, maple and daffodils,

III. THE CELESTIAL LOVE

"The earth is in the Ural's desert, full of deception and power. I was caught by the Blackberry vine, which is a sweet and fun fe d-fun bait of the Ethiopian. I said." In such a beautiful dream. Which effect did you like? "Did you say that our berries wouldn't gain wisdom? Bleeping, where you are? Let the distant sea hot, follow the swell of your swell. The waves of the atmosphere and the sailing of the sea. With a silver network, the walls of the horizon, and the softness that touches everything, the romance color is shaded, and the subtle heat injection is changed to a violet, and the underwoods runner, a good conviction. Green silence shifts with a ripe, cool bass in the summer of warmth, a sleepy day, a long day, and a solid flower. The sweetness of Syria discovered in the Indian desert, is the most intense and impureer? But violet and bell, maple and daffodils.

THE APOLOGY

"The earth is in the Ural's desert, full of deception and power. I was caught by the Blackberry vine, which is a sweet and fun fe d-fun bait of the Ethiopian. I said." In such a beautiful dream. Which of the vines would I like to do? Turn the distant sea, follow the swell of your swell, your lover. The waves of the atmosphere and the waters of the shining. Then, with the softness of the horizon and the softness that touches everything, the romance color is shaded, and the subtle injection of the heat turns the hook into violets, a wonderful conviction, a runner of the underwoods, and a green silence. Shift with a ripe and bass in the summer, a sleepy day, a long day. The sweetness of the desert, the immortal entertainment, has never seen a bir d-like joy. Violet and bell, maple and daffodils,

MERLIN I

"The earth is in the Ural's desert, full of deception and power. I was caught by the Blackberry vine, which is a sweet and fun fe d-fun bait of the Ethiopian. I said." In such a beautiful dream. Which effect did you like?

MERLIN II

It is told by all the heavens of heaven, reaching the snow, driving in the field, does not look faded: white air is hidden, the forest is hidden, covering the farms on the river, the sky and the end of the garden. Sori and travelers stop, courier's feet are delayed, all of their friends are closed, and the family sits around the shining fireplace surrounded by the noisy privacy of the storm. Let's go see the north wind stone structure. From the ston e-shaped ground where invisible tiles are spread, a ferocious craftsman bends a white for t-like protrusion around windmills, trees and doors. Its speed, number of inferiors, and his wild jobs are very fantastic, wild, and he doesn't care about the numbers and ratio. While dazzling, he is hanging on a chicken hut or a dog hut. A swa n-like figure dwells on a hidden spine. Fill in the farmer's path from the wall to the wall. A conical turret at the gate. And when his time is numbered, when the world is all his own, he retires as if it wasn't, and left a surprising art to imitate with a slow structure when the sun appears. Stone, seasonal stone, crazy evening-work, snow architecture. < SPAN> Tell all the trumpets of the heavens, reach the snow, driven in the field, does not look like fading: White air is hidden, the forest is hidden, the farm at the end of the river, the sky and the garden. Cover Sori and travelers stop, courier's feet are delayed, all of their friends are closed, and the family sits around the shining fireplace surrounded by the noisy privacy of the storm. Let's go see the north wind stone structure. From the ston e-shaped ground where invisible tiles are spread, a ferocious craftsman bends a white for t-like protrusion around windmills, trees and doors. Its speed, number of inferiors, and his wild jobs are very fantastic, wild, and he doesn't care about the numbers and ratio. While dazzling, he is hanging on a chicken hut or a dog hut. A swa n-like figure dwells on a hidden spine. Fill in the farmer's path from the wall to the wall. A conical turret at the gate. And when his time is numbered, when the world is all his own, he retires as if it wasn't, and left a surprising art to imitate with a slow structure when the sun appears. Stone, seasonal stone, crazy evening-work, snow architecture. It is told by all the heavens of heaven, reaching the snow, driving in the field, does not look faded: white air is hidden, the forest is hidden, covering the farms on the river, the sky and the end of the garden. Sori and travelers stop, courier's feet are delayed, all of their friends are closed, and the family sits around the shining fireplace surrounded by the noisy privacy of the storm. Let's go see the north wind stone structure. From the ston e-shaped ground where invisible tiles are spread, a ferocious craftsman bends a white for t-like protrusion around windmills, trees and doors. Its speed, number of inferiors, and his wild jobs are very fantastic, wild, and he doesn't care about the numbers and ratio. While dazzling, he is hanging on a chicken hut or a dog hut. A swa n-like figure dwells on a hidden spine. Fill in the farmer's path from the wall to the wall. A conical turret at the gate. And when his time is numbered, when the world is all his own, he retires as if it wasn't, and left a surprising art to imitate with a slow structure when the sun appears. Stone, seasonal stone, crazy evening-work, snow architecture.

BACCHUS

1 Who runs the forest when the pine tree throws the ball on the waterfall? Who talks about birds and trees? Roman Caesar, a grown leaf, is relaxing there. He goes to the riverbank, has no hook or fishing thread. He stands on the grassland, has no weapons or sickle. He would have been fascinated by the gaze of the gods: Nobody wants what he knows. He travels cheerfully over the firewood and has no more luck. Knowledge of this man looks fantastic to others: shadows, colors, clouds, grass buds and caterpillars, the shades of wild bees, the color of tracing the violet petals, and why the number is 5. Do you like the shape of the stars, the stars you like: alive and all lovers, a miraculous encounter. Or how do you meet in a human elf? 2 I knew such a person, I sincerely from the foreseen of the forest, the wise contact of the natural year, the prophets of the spring ideas, the wise contact of the globe and the tide, the true lover, and the joy given by the mountains. I knew it. Whether it's a trembling swamp, a snow hill, under the grass that blocks the stream, in the snow, in a wet field that knows birds and birds, so that nature cannot lift plants in any secret place. I thought. < SPAN> Who runs the forest when the pine tree throws the ball on the waterfall? Who talks about birds and trees? Roman Caesar, a grown leaf, is relaxing there. He goes to the riverbank, has no hook or fishing thread. He stands on the grassland, has no weapons or sickle. He would have been fascinated by the gaze of the gods: Nobody wants what he knows. He travels cheerfully over the firewood and has no more luck. Knowledge of this man looks fantastic to others: shadows, colors, clouds, grass buds and caterpillars, the shades of wild bees, the color of tracing the violet petals, and why the number is 5. Do you like the shape of the stars, the stars you like: I live and live, a miraculous encounter. Or how do you meet in a human elf? 2 I knew such a person, I sincerely from the foreseen of the forest, the wise contact of the natural year, the prophets of the spring ideas, the wise contact of the globe and the tide, the true lover, and the joy given by the mountains. I knew it. Whether it's a trembling swamp, a snow hill, under the grass that blocks the stream, in the snow, in a wet field that knows birds and birds, so that nature cannot lift plants in any secret place. I thought. 1 Who runs the forest when the pine tree throws the ball on the waterfall? Who talks about birds and trees? Roman Caesar, a grown leaf, is relaxing there. He goes to the riverbank, has no hook or fishing thread. He stands on the grassland, has no weapons or sickle. He would have been fascinated by the gaze of the gods: Nobody wants what he knows. He travels cheerfully over the firewood and has no more luck. Knowledge of this man looks fantastic to others: shadows, colors, clouds, grass buds and caterpillars, the shades of wild bees, the color of tracing the violet petals, and why the number is 5. Do you like the shape of the stars, the stars you like: alive and all lovers, a miraculous encounter. Or how do you meet in a human elf? 2 I knew such a person, I sincerely from the foreseen of the forest, the wise contact of the natural year, the prophets of the spring ideas, the wise contact of the globe and the tide, the true lover, and the joy given by the mountains. I knew it. Whether it's a trembling swamp, a snow hill, under the grass that blocks the stream, in the snow, in a wet field that knows birds and birds, so that nature cannot lift plants in any secret place. I thought.

MEROPS

Occasionally, in the tree, Omatsu falls down with a sudden roar and tells the end of the green century. Its creation was affected by all factors. The living tower was built up, and in the morning, the dazzling top was shining. He wandered in a green tent, wearing a great natural clothing, with both people and the beast satisfied. "When the darkness found him, he was happy at night, so the red morning touched him with the light. In three months, his great heart has been a hermit, and for a long time he wanders the vast shadow. The shyness asks his path, fears an enemy who gets lost in the cave or swamp, does not move one step until he understands the fact, and fears the disaster that the past illness laments. The sage is different. There is no timid look to watch the danger of sneaking into your hand. No matter where the sage goes, in his house, his hearth is the earth and his hall is a blue dome. The place where his pure spirit is guided is the light of the god, and his predicted path. 4 "It was one of the attractive days when God's genius flows. The wind changed to 20 ways, the storms do not blow. It can be blown north, but it cannot be blown north. < SPAN> Occasionally, Omatsu fell with a sudden roar, and the end of the green century was affected by all elements. He shines a dazzling top, and he walked in a green tent of nature. He was happy at night, and the red morning touched him with the light. In three months, his great heart has been a hermit, and for a long time he wanders the vast shadow. The shyness asks his path, fears an enemy who gets lost in the cave or swamp, does not move one step until he understands the fact, and fears the disaster that the past illness laments. The sage is different. There is no timid look to watch the danger of sneaking into your hand. No matter where the sage goes, in his house, his hearth is the earth and his hall is a blue dome. The place where his pure spirit is guided is the light of the god, and his predicted path. 4 "It was one of the fascinating days when God's genius flows. The wind changed to 20 ways, the storms do not blow. It can be blown north, but it cannot be blown north. Occasionally, the end of the green century was imposed on the end of the green century. He was shining only in a green tent of natural clothes, and he wandered around him. The red morning touched him with that light. In three months, his great heart has been a hermit, and for a long time he wanders the vast shadow. The shyness asks his path, fears enemies that get lost in the cave and swamps, do not move one step until he understands the fact, and fears the disaster that the past illness is lamenting. The sage is different. There is no timid look to watch the danger of sneaking into your hand. No matter where the sage goes, in his house, his hearth is the earth and his hall is a blue dome. The place where his pure spirit is guided is the light of the god, and his predicted path. 4 "It was one of the fascinating days when God's genius flows. The wind changed to twenty storms, the storms do not blow. It can blow north, but it cannot be blown north.

THE HOUSE

The moss grew in the forest became a pole star when the night became dark. The purple fruit on the tree gave me the nutrition I needed. Always faithful nature is to believe in that religion. When the forest deceives me, when the night and the morning lie, the sea and the earth refuse to nurture me, "I don't have enough time to die. At that time, my mother cushioned in a more green field. Deducted, the flowers in June will despise the decented lover's clay, "Bread? When the night is dark, the moss in the forest has become a rod." The faithful nature is to give me the faithful nature, when I lie and the sea and the earth. When he refuses, he said, "I will not have enough time to die. At that time, my mother will dedicate a pillow to the green field, and the flowers in June will be willing to cover the deceased lover's soil." The moss that grew on the skin of the forest was a star of the rod even when the night became dark. The purple fruit on the tree gave me the nutrition I needed. Always faithful nature is to believe its faithfulness. When the forest deceives me, when the night and the morning lie, or when the sea and the earth refuse to nurture me, "I still don't have enough time to die. At that time, my mother grown the pillow in the < SPAN> forest became a pole star when the night became dark. The purple fruit on the tree gave me the nutrition I needed. Always faithful nature is to believe in that religion. When the forest deceives me, when the night and the morning lie, the sea and the earth refuse to nurture me, "I don't have enough time to die. At that time, my mother cushioned in a more green field. Deducted, the flowers in June will despise the decented lover's clay, "Bread? When the night is dark, the moss in the forest has become a rod." The faithful nature is to give me the faithful nature, when I lie and the sea and the earth. When he refuses, he said, "I will not have enough time to die. At that time, my mother will dedicate a pillow to the green field, and the flowers in June will be willing to cover the deceased lover's soil." The moss that grew on the skin of the forest was a star of the rod even when the night became dark. The purple fruit on the tree gave me the nutrition I needed. Always faithful nature is to believe its faithfulness. When the forest deceives me, when the night and the morning lie, or when the sea and the earth refuse to nurture me, "I still don't have enough time to die. At that time, my mother grown the pillow in the forest, and became a pole star when the night darkened. The purple fruit on the tree gave me the nutrition I needed. Always faithful nature is to believe in that religion. When the forest deceives me, when the night and the morning lie, the sea and the earth refuse to nurture me, "I don't have enough time to die. At that time, my mother cushioned in a more green field. Deducted, the flowers in June will despise the decented lover's clay, "Bread? When the night is dark, the moss in the forest has become a rod." The faithful nature is to give me the faithful nature, when I lie and the sea and the earth. When he refuses, he said, "I will not have enough time to die. At that time, my mother will dedicate a pillow to the green field, and the flowers in June will be willing to cover the deceased lover's soil." The moss that grew on the skin of the forest was a star of the rod even when the night became dark. The purple fruit on the tree gave me the nutrition I needed. Always faithful nature is to believe its faithfulness. When the forest deceives me, when the night and the morning lie, or when the sea and the earth refuse to nurture me, "I still have enough time to die. At that time, my mother had a pillow

SAADI

The light of the sun flows in the free space, nothing runs, nothing moves. "Which gifts or the gifts are better? I am the person who gives me honor. My garden is a thief, my feces are snow. The ranger who has a rough bear is better than the lord, and the former farmer is the main farmer. It is a dried grass, a grass of a farmer, and a mine that is exhausted in the pine trees. He goes to my wild hideout, and I'm disappointed with his dusk. The only thing that brought was to follow the hill and hymns in the forest, and the cousin's poison did not make it pale, or lose weight. Rain, dawn, and daytime stars crush the roses on their cheeks, and the lions are crushed at their feet, and the light of the sun flows in the free space. Nothing runs and does not move, which is better, I am a person who gives the gifts. My feces are snow. With the hot shine, the ranger, which has a rough beard, is better than the Lord. The Lord is a dried grass, a dried pine tree, and a hero. He lives in the palace and spends everything in his wild hideaway, and he is disappointed. The only treasure of the tower brings the pine trees, and the wild boys sing the hills and floods in the forest. The rain, dawn, and daytime stars crushed the roses, and the lion grows in the sun. The light flows, nothing runs, "Which is better, the gifted side or the person who is given? My garden is a thief, and my feces are snow. The drifting sandy is better than the Lord, with the hot shine of the summer. God fills the script and a vessel, and the sin is piled up the loaded board. The Lord is the former farmer, and the farmer is the future. The Lord is a dried grass, a farmer's grass, a dry one and a living tree. A person who found a heroic line from a tired pine tree. A person who lives in the hall of the palace and spends everything. He goes to my wild hideout, his tank and his care. The place of my twilight is disappointing, and he finds a prison there. "What treasure is the city or the tower? The only thing that the pine trees bring up is the field, and the nohara follows it. In the forest, the boy who sings hymns toward the hill and floods in the forest has a pale in the city and thighs. The rain, the wind, and the daytime stars were crushed on their cheeks, and the lion grows moldy.

HOLIDAYS

His nature is devoted to defend the immeasurable innocence. Support, cannonball, sea, every bullet, every stone, are his helpers. He will meet the years of speed without trembling, without fear. He will be happy in love, as he wishes to prove joy. Born the daughter of a Muse, he will be happy. But if she binds his hair with gold, and destroys his breasts with diamonds, take away your eyes, and your heart will ooze, even if you lie alone on the ground. "Consider the old oracles, consider my spells. When the wind swells, song awakens in my summit. The foreboding sound of the wind, the shadows on the rocks behind, the countless pine needles, are chords tuned to the song of the folk god. Listen! Listen! If you know the secret song sung when Orb was young. Above, abroad, the hymn resounds. Wise man, hear thy half words! Wise man. "This is the chronicle of the arts. To the open ear, sweetly sing the origins of things, the trends through the endless ages, the stars and star pillars, the rounded worlds, space and time, the ancient floods, the chemicals, the forces and forms, the poles and forces, the cold, the wet, the hot. Oh, give ear. His nature is dedicated to defending the immeasurable innocence. Support, cannonball, sea, every bullet, every stone, are his helpers. He will meet the years of speed without trembling, without fear. He will be happy in love, as he wishes to prove joy. Born the daughter of a Muse, he will be happy. But if she binds her hair with gold, and destroys her breasts with diamonds, take away your eyes, and your heart will ooze, even if you lie alone on the ground. "Think of the old oracles, consider my spells. When the wind swells, a song awakens in my peak. The foreboding sound of the wind, the shadows that shake on the rocks behind me, the countless pine needles, are in tune with the song of the folk god. Hear! Hear! If you know the secret song sung when the orb was young. Above, abroad, the hymn resounds. Hear, sage, your half words! Sage, "the chronicle of art. "This is the annals of art. To the open ear the origin of things, the trends through the endless ages, the stars and the star pillars, the rounded world, space and time, the ancient floods, the chemicals, the forces and forms, the poles and forces, the cold, the wet, the hot, are sung sweetly. Oh, listen! His nature is dedicated to the defense of the immeasurable innocence. Support, cannonball, sea, every bullet, every stone, are his helpers. He will face the years of speed without trembling, without fear. As he wishes to prove joy, he will be happy in love. Born the daughter of a Muse, he will be happy. But if she binds his hair with gold and destroys his breasts with diamonds, take away your eyes and your heart will ooze, even if you lie alone on the ground. "Remember the old oracles, consider my spells. When the wind swells, song awakens in my summit. The foreboding sound of the wind, the shadows on the rocks behind me, and the countless pine needles are in tune with the song of the folk god. Listen! Listen! if you know the secret song sung when Orb was young. Above, overseas, the hymn resounds. Wise man, hear thy half words! Wise man. "This is the chronicle of the arts. To the open ear the origins of things, the trends through the endless ages, the stars and star pillars, the rounded worlds, space and time, the ancient floods, the chemicals, the forces and forms, the poles and forces, the cold, the wet, the hot, are sung sweetly. O listen!

XENOPHANES

"My branch is Italian, English, German, Basque, Castilla, Highlander, English, German, Basque, Castilla, Highlanders are highlanders, Ocean Longge is the islanders, Tsubasa and Maria, all, Speak in Kobu "With me, let's learn the songs of life that spin the world with powerful music, let's look at high rhyme, things, things, time and time, the sun, shadow, the simple heartbeat of the sun, the sound and the sound, A man and a woman, the earth reflected in the flood, the body following the shadow. Recognize the arc of beauty there, and the ripples of the gust leaving the forest. It's a strong heart, but you are a poor child! Your earth is peeled off, what is your sphere? What divorced the deceived and left? Did you break by your faith, break the scar from your eyebrows, and sink your immortal eyes very low? Your cheeks are too white, your body is too delicate, your steps are too slow, your habits are too kind to the royal family, and they confess to you as exiles from the desert. I listen! Tell your ears the proof of you. When you climb a mountain rock or look at a wide coast from the skif, the horizon expresses the emptiness in the emptiness. No human beings in the natural world live in the Earth's circle. And in your eyes, the vast sky looks terrible and sitting. < SPAN> "My branch is Italian, German, Basque, Castilla, Highlander, English, German, Basque, Castilla, Highlanders are Ocean Longge, Ocean Longge Talk with all bumps "With me, let's learn the songs that spin the world with powerful music, let's look at high rhyme, things, things, time and time, the sun, the shadow, and the sound and the sound. A body that follows, a man and a woman, a flood, the earth, the shadow. Recognize the arc of beauty there, and the ripples of the gust leaving the forest. It's a strong heart, but you are a poor child! Your earth is peeled off, what is your sphere? What divorced the deceived and left? Did you break by your faith, break the scar from your eyebrows, and sink your immortal eyes very low? Your cheeks are too white, your body is too delicate, your steps are too slow, your habits are too kind to the royal family, and they confess to you as exiles from the desert. I listen! Tell your ears the proof of you. When you climb a mountain rock or look at a wide coast from the skif, the horizon expresses the emptiness in the emptiness. No human beings in the natural world live in the Earth's circle. And in your eyes, the vast sky looks terrible and sitting. "My branch is Italian, English, German, Basque, Castilla, Highlander, English, German, Basque, Castilla, Highlanders are highlanders, Ocean Longge is the islanders, Tsubasa and Maria, all, Speak in Kobu "With me, let's learn the songs of life that spin the world with powerful music, let's look at high rhyme, things, things, time and time, the sun, shadow, the simple heartbeat of the sun, the sound and the sound, A man and a woman, the earth reflected in the flood, the body following the shadow. Recognize the arc of beauty there, and the ripples of the gust leaving the forest. It's a strong heart, but you are a poor child! Your earth is peeled off, what is your sphere? What divorced the deceived and left? Did you break by your faith, break the scar from your eyebrows, and sink your immortal eyes very low? Your cheeks are too white, your body is too delicate, your steps are too slow, your habits are too kind to the royal family, and they confess to you as exiles from the desert. I listen! Tell your ears the proof of you. When you climb a mountain rock or look at a wide coast from the skif, the horizon expresses the emptiness in the emptiness. No human beings in the natural world live in the Earth's circle. And in your eyes, the vast sky looks terrible and sitting.

THE DAY'S RATION

I only see you in the crowd. Leave your friends as the ruins of the ruins and build the last grave. Even after the night, the shadows of the protagonists celebrate their funeral, and beetles and bees bells kneel their melodious memories. Products, churches, charity. And leave the Peacocks away. For you, reach out to the mountain stream and reach the original heart that breathe in the wind: Discard all your educational knowledge. God has hidden all the world in your heart. Love shuns the sage and shuns the crown child. If the wind cries, it will rain. The river knows the path to the sea. It runs and falls without a pilot guide. The sea flies in search of clouds and wind paths and foams. The shadow sits near the flying ball. The nuts palms do not approach the tall palm trees. You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you. It is useless to spin the forest to find which birds have fled the strain. "Listen again! Let me tell you about the customs legends. I am bigger than you, I may change, but I will not pass. While swaying in a tricycle. < Span> I'm in the crowd See you only as a ruin, and even if the last grave is celebrated, their funeral and bee bells are their melody. Learn the church, the church, and the church. The world shows off the sage, and the river is raining. Without a person, the sea flees in the shadow of the cloud. You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you often have a strain. It is useless to spin it to find out how to flow, "Listen again! Let's teach you the customary legend. I may change, but I will not pass. While shaking, I will keep the funeral of the royalties, even if I look at you in the crowd. The bee bells are kneeled by the church and the church. All the educational knowledge is shunned by the sage and the river shuns. I know the road, and the sea is foamed in search of the cloud and the wind. You, you, you, you, you, you, you. Often, to find which birds have shed the strain, it is useless to listen again! I will tell you again. I may change. But I do not pass.

BLIGHT

When a bee crosses the garden, the divinity changes from the world to the world. Sheep is rushed from shape to shape, as sheep goes to eat garbage. This round ceiling, which shines endlessly, is an inn where she stays overnight. What do such travelers think, is the bow that blooms and disappears like a flowering grassland, is a fragrant lily bouquet, or an eternal star? A shining angel, the trunk of ghosts. You meet him over the times and see it! He passes like a breeze. You search for the earth and the galaxy, and he hides in pure transparency. You are searching for the spring and the fire, and he is a substance he wants. He is the axis of the star. The Lord is the glow of the stars. He is the heart of all creatures. He has the meaning of all characteristics. And his heart is empty. He is the deepest and highest in everything. < SPAN> When the bee crosses the garden, the divinity changes from the world to the world. Sheep is rushed from shape to shape, as sheep goes to eat garbage. This round ceiling, which shines endlessly, is an inn where she stays overnight. What do such travelers think, is the bow that blooms and disappears like a flowering grassland, is a fragrant lily bouquet, or an eternal star? A shining angel, the trunk of ghosts. You meet him over the times and see it! He passes like a breeze. You search for the earth and the galaxy, and he hides in pure transparency. You are searching for the spring and the fire, and he is a substance he wants. He is the axis of the star. The Lord is the glow of the stars. He is the heart of all creatures. He has the meaning of all characteristics. And his heart is empty. He is the deepest and highest in everything. When the bee crosses the garden, the divinity changes from the world to the world. Sheep is rushed from shape to shape, as sheep goes to eat garbage. This round ceiling, which shines endlessly, is an inn where she stays overnight. What do such travelers think, is the bow that blooms and disappears like a flowering grassland, is a fragrant lily bouquet, or an eternal star? A shining angel, the trunk of ghosts. You meet him over the times and see it! He passes like a breeze. You search for the earth and the galaxy, and he hides in pure transparency. You are searching for the spring and the fire, and he is a substance he wants. He is the axis of the star. The Lord is the glow of the stars. He is the heart of all creatures. He has the meaning of all characteristics. And his heart is empty. He is the deepest and highest in everything. "

MUSKETAQUID

Thousands of Minster woke up in me and said, "Our music is on the hill." Who is calling the Twilight Beech and Pine parks, the high space of the river, on the highest lines of Prauman, on the farthest wall of the owner! On top of that! A wel l-ventilated castle overlooks the swelling landscape! Don't show Yuri and Rose, the sea and its earth to the stone of the day. Read the heavens! Rova! In the south, the book insects answered the north, the laziness of this city is cut off. A greater spirit will provide you than the gray dream that catches you. Focus on how the climbing readers cover you in the gallery. Youth, gain an instant freedom while teaching your feet to feel the earth. Try the sovereign of the earth with the benefits of being born. I heard, and I followed, I was convinced that the name was known but not loved. The summoning voice calmed down, and I headed to Hauti Hill in Cheese. From a fixed cone, the clouds flowed like a rich flag and were dropped overseas to all the 100 miles of the surrounding plains, along with salute on the islands and borders. Wrap in the clothes of your weaving machine, follow this S quickly with your blessing blessed. < SPAN> Thousands of Minsters woke up in me and said, "Our music is on the hill." Who is calling the Twilight Beech and Pine parks, the high space of the river, on the highest lines of Prauman, on the farthest wall of the owner! On top of that! A wel l-ventilated castle overlooks the swelling landscape! Don't show Yuri and Rose, the sea and its earth to the stone of the day. Read the heavens! Rova! In the south, the book insects answered the north, the laziness of this city is cut off. A greater spirit will provide you than the gray dream that catches you. Focus on how the climbing readers cover you in the gallery. Youth, gain an instant freedom while teaching your feet to feel the earth. Try the sovereign of the earth with the benefits of being born. I heard, and I followed, I was convinced that the name was known but not loved. The summoning voice calmed down, and I headed to Hauti Hill in Cheese. From a fixed cone, the clouds flowed like a rich flag and were dropped overseas to all the 100 miles of the surrounding plains, along with salute on the islands and borders. Wrap in the clothes of your weaving machine, follow this S quickly with your blessing blessed. Thousands of Minster woke up in me and said, "Our music is on the hill." Who is calling the Twilight Beech and Pine parks, the high space of the river, on the highest lines of Prauman, on the farthest wall of the owner! On top of that! A wel l-ventilated castle overlooks the swelling landscape! Don't show Yuri and Rose, the sea and its earth to the stone of the day. Read the heavens! Rova! In the south, the book insects answered the north, the laziness of this city is cut off. A greater spirit will provide you than the gray dream that catches you. Focus on how the climbing readers cover you in the gallery. Youth, gain an instant freedom while teaching your feet to feel the earth. Try the sovereign of the earth with the benefits of being born. I heard, and I followed, I was convinced that the name was known but not loved. The summoning voice calmed down, and I headed to Hauti Hill in Cheese. From a fixed cone, the clouds flowed like a rich flag and were dropped overseas to all the 100 miles of the surrounding plains, along with salute on the islands and borders. Wrap in the clothes of your weaving machine, follow this S quickly with your blessing blessed.

DIRGE

Is it only the Yondersmaged peasants that this proud kindergarten can nurture for the Vice-President and the Stead of God? This forge of ore forgets the passage of time. The quarries of mountain resources. The old cradles, the hunting grounds, the tangle of wolves and otters, bears and deer. The well-built dwellings of many tribes. The towers of the observation search site. The river and the rain factory. The chain of Alps that supports the earth. Is this giant oscillator kind to the bloody noble plants, but has no words in the heart of the master? I thought to find the patriots who are the roots of freedom. Wales, Scotland, Uri, Hungarian Dell, Bard, Royce, Skanderbeg, and say. And think how nature, towering in these towers, condenses her power, lifts man to the blue abyss, the stars, as wise foresights, hold their perfect lessons, tempt his eyes to hear the science of heaven, convey the height of the whirlwinds of power and rational joy: Indian merriment, frosty skies, clear backs, ingenious eyes, eyes that frame the empty cities, hands that stabilize what they see:

Fill the valleys, submerge the hills, make bays for bridges, drain marshes, build dams and mills, and make the gloomy and desolate wilderness a house of virtue, sense, and sense. The universal soul knows its own problems, forward-oriented, when it prepares for the ages to come, the mold men are built of, well, cool the present fiery glow, and set him strong, but slow: the bitter winds and islands, the isolation and caves, heal the slowly diminishing flesh, and bring it childlike, fresh. Toal and Tempest are toys and games for his sons to breathe: they can beguile the times, and if need be, prove their descent from Jove. With the same material, so they are, like him whose sun was made, and like his fiber, swift and strong, whose pulse is love, whose thrill is song. Now they sleep in the weeds, now they keep their secrets. Ye shall learn our ancient language. My phonetics offers four hundred words or a hundred. But they turn it the same way with the passions of officials and politicians. I can miss the bells and lessons of the university. I can avoid the clergy and libraries, the institutes and dictionaries.

THRENODY

"Let us consider who can, who wants. My appeal raised here to stand on the damages of time until it disappears. If you turn the way they regenerate chemical teeth, pole to pole, they say. And that instead of these gray crusts hanging, beads are rosaries for prayer and music. And may you be faithful to erase, at first glance, through the granite, the smile of sanity that radiates -- may your style discover the hidden spy builder's eye, who builds, but makes no chips, and makes no hustle -- do you know? Wander not bad, O pilgrim! My rock is already lightly lying, and soon my cone will turn. "The world is built in order, and the atoms march in harmony. So likewise the tubes and guardian hours, the sun obeys them, and the moon obeys. ORB AND ATOM TRENT PRANCE, when they hear the rune from afar? When music and dance arrive in his place and occasion, so none return to the army, but he who creates the sun, and the pyramid, knows the sun that is bound. "Monadnock is a mountain, strong, high, and good; but mountains like Zion and Meru are not counted by mortals, I know well. And when the elder comes again, bearing my secret in his bosom, I shall pass away, as my shadow glides day by day over hill and meadow. "For all ages, beneath it is

CONCORD HYMN

British cosmic power and Germany domestic spectacle. I let my son eat the immortal meat of bread, feed bread for dinner, and drink juice. That way, the mint in his brain will be Joven and Mars, not a star, not a star, or a pale image. From the breakfast, my handkerchief is tightened and the pants go up to South Cob and City Wharf's Spries Clark. I take my coarse aspect, half response, minimal breath, my granite show and my summer snow: Who is all about his counties, sea, and land. Nab? The vehicle on that day is a place, and the city is a shining fog. I plant his eyes in an empty binding. "You see the gloomy gray roundness of the sphere of the earth, the earth you navigate. You turn sharply with" "suggested" depth. Look at it and pale. The spheres caused by the depthful kites, farms, and demonstrations, which are still the same, sinks forever. And, a poor parasite, he cooperates with a ship that cannot be helped-Who is the captain who doesn't know that the port or pilot is not rushed? He is a clare. < SPAN> 宇 宇 宇 宇 宇 宇 宇 宇 宇 と と と と と と と と と と と I let my son eat the immortal meat of bread, feed bread for dinner, and drink juice. That way, the mint in his brain will be Joven and Mars, not a star, not a star, or a pale image. From the breakfast, my handkerchief is tightened and the pants go up to South Cob and City Wharf's Spries Clark. I take my coarse aspect, half response, minimal breath, my granite show and my summer snow: Who is all about his counties, sea, and land. Nab? The vehicle on that day is a place, and the city is a shining fog. I plant his eyes in an empty binding. "You see the gloomy gray roundness of the sphere of the earth, the earth you navigate. You turn sharply with" "suggested" depth. Look at it and pale. The spheres caused by the depthful kites, farms, and demonstrations, which are still the same, sinks forever. And, a poor parasite, he cooperates with a ship that cannot be helped-Who is the captain who doesn't know that the port or pilot is not rushed? He is a clare. British cosmic power and Germany domestic spectacle. I let my son eat the immortal meat of bread, feed bread for dinner, and drink juice. That way, the mint in his brain will be Joven and Mars, not a star, not a star, or a pale image. From the breakfast, my handkerchief is tightened and the pants go up to South Cob and City Wharf's Spries Clark. I take my coarse aspect, half response, minimal breath, my granite show and my summer snow: Who is all about his counties, sea, and land. Nab? The vehicle on that day is a place, and the city is a shining fog. I plant his eyes in an empty binding. "You see the gloomy gray roundness of the sphere of the earth, the earth you navigate. You turn sharply with" "suggested" depth. Look at it and pale. The spheres caused by the depthful kites, farms, and demonstrations, which are still the same, sinks forever. And, a poor parasite, he cooperates with a ship that cannot be helped-Who is the captain who doesn't know that the port or pilot is not rushed? He is a clare.

II — MAY-DAY AND OTHER PIECES

MAY-DAY

We run away and suffer. You are silent and soothed. There are countless types and time, which means fixed mountain. In all of the snow and leaves, joy is joy, and sadness is sad. You are a guardian tall, our cities and our races have grown and collapsed, we are shifts, shifts of unhappy, and constant gaps for our lives Imagine a good good, and our essence is deleted, but we find it in the shadow. You are an uncertain star in our astronomy, which is a more bold speed of the railway corps, for a moment, beyond the edge of the horizon from afar. Silent! Evidence and sending beliefs without phrases, underestimating our daily breathlessness, leaving it from it, promising a long day to this dead young man in your founder's truth.

THE ADIRONDACS

The mountains and squirrels were fighting, and the mountain called the squirrel "Little Prize". Bun replied: But all things and weather must be together to create time and sphere. And I don't think it's embarrassing to understand my position. If I'm not as big as you, you're not as small or fine. I do not intend to refuse to make a very beautiful squirrel. Each talent is different. Everything is good and wisely arranged. If I can't carry the forest on my back, you can't break the nuts. < SPAN> We escape and suffer. You are silent and soothed. There are countless types and time, which means fixed mountain. In all of the snow and leaves, joy is joy, and sadness is sad. You are a guardian tall, our cities and our races have grown and collapsed, we are shifts, shifts of unhappy, and constant gaps for our lives Imagine a good good, we will remove our essence, but we find it in the shadow. You are an uncertain star in our astronomy, which is a more bold speed of the railway corps, for a moment, beyond the edge of the horizon from afar. Silent! Evidence and sending beliefs without phrases, underestimating our daily breathlessness, leaving it from it, promising a long day to this dead young man in your founder's truth.

BRAHMA

Mountains and squirrels were fighting, and the mountain called the squirrel "Little Prize". Bun replied: But all things and weather must be together to create time and sphere. And I don't think it's embarrassing to understand my position. If I'm not as big as you, you're not as small or fine. I do not intend to refuse to make a very beautiful squirrel. Each talent is different. Everything is good and wisely arranged. If I can't carry the forest on my back, you can't break the nuts. We escape and suffer. You are silent and soothed. There are countless types and time, which means fixed mountain. In all of the snow and leaves, joy is joy, and sadness is sad. You are a guardian tall, our cities and our races have grown and collapsed, we are shifts, shifts of unhappy, and constant gaps for our lives Imagine a good good, we will remove our essence, but we find it in the shadow. You are an uncertain star in our astronomy, which is a more bold speed of the railway corps, for a moment, beyond the edge of the horizon from afar. Silent! Evidence and sending beliefs without phrases, underestimating our daily breathlessness, leaving it from it, promising a long day to this dead young man in your founder's truth.

NEMESIS

The mountains and squirrels were fighting, and the mountain called the squirrel "Little Prize". Bun replied: But all things and weather must be together to create time and sphere. And I don't think it's embarrassing to understand my position. If I'm not as big as you, you're not as small or fine. I do not intend to refuse to make a very beautiful squirrel. Each talent is different. Everything is good and wisely arranged. If I can't carry the forest on my back, you can't break the nuts. "

FATE

Registered to W. H. Channing I don't want to mourn the only patriot of bad weather, but I can't leave holy ideas to the priests and the hustle and bustle of politicians. If I deny their political research, it's just a trick, and my angry muse confuses my brain. But who is the human civilization, the best art, and life? There is a famous state here that brings Mexico with a rifle and knife with a blind insect, a blind insect, a rifle and a knife! Or who has a more bold accent and the courage to praise a liberal mountain master? You've found it near you, it's a torrent Kudukuku! And in your valley! Black jackals. The god who built the New Hampshire was ridiculed by the small people-a small club and a house of oak wooden wheels-if the soil flame breaks the high land and bury the people. , South crocodile will be mourning. Book of virtue? Is it true? Freedom was praised, but was hidden. The eloquent to die shakes the lid of the coffin. Shiny friend, what are the boots that drag your enthusiasm? What for? What for? Boston Bay and Bunker Hill will still serve things ... "The equestrian people serve a horse, the livestock is a cow, the merchant serves a wallet, and the person who eats" "is a" day of livestock, the day of weaving, weaving, and woven < Span> Registered to W. H. I don't want to mourn the only patriot of Channing, but if I can't deny the holy ideas to the priests and the hustle of politicians, it's at best. The angry muse is confusing, but who is the best way to go to the human civilization, the best art, the blind and knife? Who is the more the courage to praise a liberal mountain with a more bold accent? Ayotsuku, who made the new hamhm shaku, was ridiculed by the small people. If you break the people, you will be praised, but you will be praised. What is your enthusiasm for your enthusiasm for Boston and Bunker? Serves a horse, "" The livestock is a cow, the merchant serves a wallet, and the person who eats "" is a person who serves the meat. I don't want to mourn the people, but if I can't deny the sacred philosophy to the priests and the hustle and bustle of politicians, it's just a trick. Is the famous state of human civilization, the best art, and a knife that brings Mexico! Or who has a bold accent, who has been praised for you? Yeah, the new hamhm shire was ridiculed with the small people-a small club and the weren-like wreath. Then the southern crocodile will lament. Book of virtue? Is it true? Freedom was praised, but was hidden. The eloquent to die shakes the lid of the coffin. Shiny friend, what are the boots that drag your enthusiasm? What for? What for? Boston Bay and Bunker Hill will still serve things ... "The equestrian people serve horses," the noddy people serve a cow, "the merchant serves a wallet, and the person who eats" "is a day of livestock.

FREEDOM

The winner is divided into two hands. Half strikes for freedom and stands up-the surprise Muse notices that there are thousands on her side.

ODE

The preachers are the one who wrote the instructions and cut their coats. There is no king or sovereign state who can decide the rate of a hero. Until all of them write their slaves or masters on their chests, they are correct and the hat is immortal. I put this lithograph on my neck and saw the men going back and forth between the country and town. They do not go to the monarch or the academic lawyer. But they rush to friends, close relatives and loved ones. "What am I, I'm a friend, tell me." And friends are not hesitant to name the place and their friends. Rather than answering words or letters, understand better. Each of them reflects him passing through the glass. Each traveler who repeats what he declared, records what he confesses, and suggests him in his words. Its figure is his own body, and his thoughts are insects of penalties. However, the heart of the virgin who is loved by the stars and the pure breeze, overcomes passion, and does not impair the condition, continues to shine forever. The spy you want is disappointed. Those who view from the seaside have benefits. They are there to purify light. It is to purify the storm. That depth reflects every form

BOSTON HYMN

I'm not serving you, if I follow you, a hill and depression like a shadow. And I bend my imagination to your guidance. When the pilgrimage is over and the landscape is overwhelmed, I am painful, hooked, and my heart is not supported. You, brave, lack the masculinity you need to oppose. But if I feel heavy or exciting and can lead you to my altar, I hesitate, and in the midnight darkness. Dazzle, worship the sparks that warm the world, equalize small things and great things, the souls are burdensome, the poor become rich, the hermit does not become lonely, the travelers and the road are all about. It looks like it is one of the best jobs. < SPAN> The winner is divided into two hands. Half strikes for freedom and stands up-the surprise Muse notices that there are thousands on her side.

VOLUNTARIES

The preachers are the one who wrote the instructions and cut their coats. There is no king or sovereign state who can decide the rate of a hero. Until all of them write their slaves or masters on their chests, they are correct and the hat is immortal. I put this lithograph on my neck and saw the men going back and forth between the country and town. They do not go to the monarch or the academic lawyer. But they rush to friends, close relatives and loved ones. "What am I, I'm a friend, tell me." And friends are not hesitant to name the place and their friends. Rather than answering words or letters, understand better. Each of them reflects him passing through the glass. Each traveler who repeats what he declared, records what he confesses, and suggests him in his words. Its figure is his own body, and his thoughts are insects of penalties. However, the heart of the virgin who is loved by the stars and the pure breeze, overcomes passion, and does not impair the condition, continues to shine forever. The spy you want is disappointed. Those who view from the seaside have benefits. They are there to purify light. It is to purify the storm. That depth reflects every form

I'm not serving you, if I follow you, a hill and depression like a shadow. And I bend my imagination to your guidance. When the pilgrimage is over and the landscape is overwhelmed, I am painful, hooked, and my heart is not supported. You, brave, lack the masculinity you need to oppose. But if I feel heavy or exciting and can lead you to my altar, I hesitate, and in the midnight darkness. Dazzle, worship the sparks that warm the world, equalize small things and great things, the souls are burdensome, the poor become rich, the hermit does not become lonely, the travelers and the road are all about. It looks like it is one of the best jobs. The winner is divided into two hands. Half strikes for freedom and stands up-the surprise Muse notices that there are thousands on her side.

LOVE AND THOUGHT

The preachers are the one who wrote the instructions and cut their coats. There is no king or sovereign state who can decide the rate of a hero. Until all of them write their slaves or masters on their chests, they are correct and the hat is immortal. I put this lithograph on my neck and saw the men going back and forth between the country and town. They do not go to the monarch or the academic lawyer. But they rush to friends, close relatives and loved ones. "What am I, I'm a friend, tell me." And friends are not hesitant to name the place and their friends. Rather than answering words or letters, understand better. Each of them reflects him passing through the glass. Each traveler who repeats what he declared, records what he confesses, and suggests him in his words. Its figure is his own body, and his thoughts are insects of penalties. However, the heart of the virgin who is loved by the stars and the pure breeze, overcomes passion, and does not impair the condition, continues to shine forever. The spy you want is disappointed. Those who view from the seaside have benefits. They are there to purify light. It is to purify the storm. That depth reflects every form

UNA

I'm not serving you, if I follow you, a hill and depression like a shadow. And I bend my imagination to your guidance. When the pilgrimage is over and the landscape is overwhelmed, I am painful, hooked, and my heart is not supported. You, brave, lack the masculinity you need to oppose. But if I feel heavy or exciting and can lead you to my altar, I hesitate, and in the midnight darkness. Dazzle, worship the sparks that warm the world, equalize small things and great things, the souls are burdensome, the poor become rich, the hermit does not become lonely, the travelers and the road are all about. It looks like it is one of the best jobs.

BOSTON

Why do other guys need a vacation even though they don't have a vacation? The reason is that when he is gay, I have to sit alone and mourn? And why do I have to be stunned when the delight releases all tongues? ah! And that time is now.

LETTERS

Have you ever named all birds without a gun? Did I love the shine of the tree and leave it on the stem? Do they eat bread and pulse at the rich dining table? Do you confront the danger with a relaxed and confident heart? Whether you're a man or a woman, do you love a noble way, avoid words, and return a more noble courtesy? Oh, tell me to be my friend and become your friend!

RUBIES

For me, rich and beautiful people do not seem to be skilled in the conscience. I can't move God. In my throat, he makes his seat. I look at my face in the glass. Enchanted women! The fascinating women! Your gold looks wise. "If the morning fog stands", it is a gently lying night, noon, love or sin, or all the souls to good.

MERLIN'S SONG

I chased the happy drivers many times. Their steps go forward, and that day break their leaguer and leave. "My senses, my heart was young, the right good intentions of my muscles, but the speed would not follow me on their shining roads. Their feet are proud of the morning and sweet. I caught the fragrance, but I couldn't see them on the melodious path of the silver instrument. On the hill, I met many travelers on the road, mixed with the fog. The one who passed through the country and the court was the most agile car. Occasionally, their powerful speed was not defeated, but they were nearby. Sometimes in the forest, sometimes in a raging place, my closest. From there, and for a long time, I listened to a laugh like a harp, and the sharpest manners Hallows that carried peace in my heart for a few days.

THE TEST

If the soul is relentlessly hiding in your enthusiasm, do not seek the soul. Don't make an excuse. Round the defendant. I am here. Heaven, you can go, with your joy! Heaven is already throwing many of it. bread? If you want to hide it for your enthusiasm, don't look for your spirit: don't tremble, cry and stick: Are you also real? After that, it is not a poor excuse. Activate the defendant's round. I am here. You can go to heaven and with your joy! Heaven is already with you, and his fate has flew. If you hide the force majeure for your enthusiasm, there is no spirit: do not tremble, do not cry: Are you also real? Then there is no excuse. Round the defendant. I am here. Heaven, you can go, with your joy! Heaven is already fateful. < SPAN> If the soul is relentlessly hidden in your enthusiasm, do not seek the soul. Don't make an excuse. Round the defendant. I am here. Heaven, you can go, with your joy! Heaven is already throwing many of it. bread? If you want to hide it for your enthusiasm, don't look for your spirit: don't tremble, cry and stick: Are you also real? After that, it is not a poor excuse. Activate the defendant's round. I am here. You can go to heaven and with your joy! Heaven is already with you, and his fate has flew. If you hide the force majeure for your enthusiasm, there is no spirit: do not tremble, do not cry: Are you also real? Then there is no excuse. Round the defendant. I am here. Heaven, you can go, with your joy! Heaven is already fateful. If the soul is relentlessly hiding in your enthusiasm, do not seek the soul. Don't make an excuse. Round the defendant. I am here. Heaven, you can go, with your joy! Heaven is already throwing many of it. bread? If you want to hide it for your enthusiasm, don't look for your spirit: don't tremble, cry and stick: Are you also real? After that, it is not a poor excuse. Activate the defendant's round. I am here. You can go to heaven and with your joy! Heaven is already with you, and his fate has flew. If you hide the force majeure for your enthusiasm, there is no spirit: do not tremble, do not cry: Are you also real? Then there is no excuse. Round the defendant. I am here. Heaven, you can go, with your joy! Heaven is already fateful.

SOLUTION

Who gave me the key to this chest? How long have I been old? For what purpose was I sold? When I first saw thee, I knew that I was thy slave! I drank the false waters of thirst. Thou art a stranger, thou art the last and the first! Thy dangerous gaze makes a man's wife; Born anew, melting again in nature; Rich, rich, prostrated, persuaded the gods! Visitors of millions of painted figures, whose figures warm thy glory! Ephemeral leaves, tainted bark, oak goblets, rainbows, spiders' silver wires, rubies in wine drops, shining pebbles in lakes. Oh, what is the use of hiding or shying away the one to whom the immature gave the throne? Heaven is the lover of the abyss. The sun and the sea, made known by thee, run before me, pull me, but fly still, as my destiny denies the destiny of the heart for me. For my rich soul, mixed by a generous whole; The ocean of distinction and the deep of heaven gave me ample sustenance; And the sand that drew me, selfish? I turn over the proud portfolio of Salvatto's great designs. Who gave me the key to this chest? Since when have I been old? For what purpose was I sold? When I first saw thee, I knew that I was thy slave! I drank the false waters of thirst. Thou art a stranger, thou art the last and the first! Thy dangerous gaze makes man's wife; Born anew, melting again in nature. Rich, bountiful, prostrated, persuaded the gods! Visitors of millions of painted figures, whose figures warm thy glory! Ephemeral leaves, soiled bark, oak goblet, rainbows, spiders' silver wires, rubies in wine drops, glittering pebbles in lakes. Oh, what is the use of hiding or shunning him whom the immature gave the throne? Heaven is the lover of the abyss. The sun and the sea, made known by you, run before me and pull me, but still fly, as my destiny denies the destiny of the heart for me. For my rich soul, mixed by a generous whole, The sea of ​​distinction and the abyss of heaven gave me ample sustenance. And the sand that drew me, selfish? I turn over the proud portfolio that contains Salvatto's great designs. Who gave me the key to this chest? Since when have I been old? For what was I sold? When I first saw you, I knew that I was your slave! I drank the false waters of thirst. Thou art a stranger, thou art the last and the first! Thy dangerous gaze makes a man's wife. Born anew, melting again in nature. Rich, bountiful, prostrated, almost persuaded the gods! Visitors of millions of painted figures, whose figures warm your glory! Ephemeral leaves, soiled bark, oak goblet, rainbow, spider's silver wire, ruby ​​in wine drops, glittering pebble in lake. Oh, what is the use of hiding or shunning him whom the immature gave the throne? Heaven is the lover of the abyss. The sun and the sea, made known by you, run before me and pull me, but fly still, as my fate denies the fate of the heart for me. For my rich soul, mixed by a generous whole; the sea of ​​distinction and the abyss of heaven gave me ample sustenance. And the sand that drew me, selfish? I turn over the proud portfolio that contains Salvatto's great designs.

HYMN

Even in dreams I yearn, I meet with a fiery beam. Queen of things! If thou art God, I shall meet still a blazing light. If thou art God, blow on me, and give thyself to me!

NATURE I

Give all to love. Follow your heart. Friends, relatives, days, estates, good reputation, plans, credits, muses, - nothing is denied. T is a brave teacher. T is a brave teacher: By day I fly high and high, unbending wings, with unrealistic intentions. But he is God, and he knows his way and heavenly exit. Was he never spiteful? He needs brave courage. An undoubting soul, unwavering courage is rewarded. Throw away everything for love. "Today and tomorrow" "Be free, like a beloved Arab" "Stab me to the maid. But when the first vague shadows of a surprise, an incident fly to a young breast, be free, without fantasies, of joys other than yours. You will not grasp the hem of her garment, nor the palest rose that flew from her summer hair. "You loved her," "like your purer self," "and her departure dims the day," "and robs all living things of their blessings. When half the gods are gone, you will know in your heart. The gods are coming.

NATURE II

The green grass bends, and the morning wind blows. "A melody worth knowing, though it changes from moment to moment. "It is the melody of spring. "Every year he plays it to the fluttering robin, and to the lingering lover. Ten thousand, a thousand acres of earth lighted by the light zephyr. The flowers, the little cult of Shakers, always worship him. Dedicate to the winning sound! I call thee, my love. "Oh, hurry?" Now is the time, before the red summer scorches our delicate elders, We love the bee, we love the maroon hammer. "O pride of the race! If our short race miss thy face, we pitiful New England flowers. "Fair, choose the fairest member of our stout society. The glory of June and September, show our love and piety. "April's cows, summer's clover, autumn's birth, blue-eyed pet of the blue-eyed lover. "Come, come quickly! We crash, we blow, and the winds we perfume sing melodies worth knowing."

THE ROMANY GIRL

And Ellen, when the whitebeard years bring us the evening of life, and all the crowded past seems a little sight of sun and showers, when the prophetic hope reads the page where our fate is interpreted, The page was bright, well we loved, there was no sorrow, Then Mirth is dumb, flattery is gone, the favorite notes of your music are gone, All love itself is dead, and all reason is gone but death.

DAYS

Beautiful and impressive maiden, whose eyes are lit up above by the same torch that lights mine. Why should I still interpret your sweet sovereignty, my will, your divine sympathy? Ah! Let me not err in the attributes that my heart sees. Fear not the watchful sentinels, whose gaze forbids and fascinates at the same time, scattering rubbish under their eyelids with a flame that repels and attracts.

MY GARDEN

Ellen Louisa Tucker wrote this just before she married Mr. Emerson. Love oils the dark sea of ​​life, and softens its pain. Our helm. Beneath these clouds are his arrows. The clouds were about me, and I knew not why this sweetness crowned me. While time shot. Serene delights, like a sinless world and a day without night. For God's axe neither bled nor knit. I knew not of it, till Cupid laughed aloud and said, "I've caught one!" He flew off into the clouds. Then I awoke, and sighed and lived.

THE CHARTIST'S COMPLAINT

Ellen Luisa Tucker: "Pale Sumire, why did you come to see the dead year? Autumn burst sound makes you play music for you. Your clear blue eyes are upwards. Why are you alive, even though there are no tears around you to keep your delicate appearance on the winter snow? If you are a sunny day, you'll be able to make a lonely flower here and wear the gorgeous leaves. I can't protect you, when the summer breeze is sighing like you, I will die? However, she woke up with the spring, and she was a young day. When she was full, she rested her hope and died in the rich beauty of the year.

THE TITMOUSE

Your appearance when you smile for the first time. The ring you give is still the same. The letter says: There is no news since he came. Please be red when you love it, when you don't love it, blue and intelligent. Unfortunately, neither bonds nor oath cannot prove their ownership. I am still suffering from the anxiety that love may have died in that last expression.

THE HARP

Your eyes were still shining for me. Even if it was too far and you couldn't see the land or the sea. This morning, I climbed Misty Hill and walked around the pasture. Among the deep eyes, your appearance was dancing in front of me! When the red bird spreads the wings and shows the flame. When the rose ripe in the rose, I read your name on both.

SEASHORE

The sense of this world is short, long, and exposed to various things. Neither human nor the gods have overcome it. And how many times they have changed without improving it. < SPAN> Ellen Luisa Tucker: "Pale, why did you come to see the dead year? Autumn bursting sounds fleeting music. Your clear blue eyes are your clear blue eyes. Why are you bending up, keeping the shine of that delicate figure on the winter snow? Are you alive, and you'll see the gorgeous flowers here on a sunny day? If you don't, you can't protect you, when you died in the winter, like you, the fall of the autumn sigh, like you? Wake up with the spring, and the squirrels like the alive. When he was proud, she rested hope and died in the rich beauty of the year.

SONG OF NATURE

Your appearance when you smile for the first time. The ring you give is still the same. The letter says: There is no news since he came. Please be red when you love it, when you don't love it, blue and intelligent. Unfortunately, neither bonds nor oath cannot prove their ownership. I am still suffering from the anxiety that love may have died in that last expression.

TWO RIVERS

Your eyes were still shining for me. Even if it was too far and you couldn't see the land or the sea. This morning, I climbed Misty Hill and walked around the pasture. Among the deep eyes, your appearance was dancing in front of me! When the red bird spreads the wings and shows the flame. When the rose ripe in the rose, I read your name on both.

WALDEINSAMKEIT

The sense of this world is short, long, and exposed to various things. Neither human nor the gods have overcome it. And how many times they have changed without improving it. Ellen Luisa Tucker: "Pale Sumire, why did you come to see the dead year? Autumn burst sound makes you play music for you. Your clear blue eyes are upwards. Why are you alive, even though there are no tears around you to keep your delicate appearance on the winter snow? If you are a sunny day, you'll be able to make a lonely flower here and wear the gorgeous leaves. I can't protect you, when the summer breeze is sighing like you, I will die? However, she woke up with the spring, and she was proud of her. When she was full, she rested her hope and died in the rich beauty of the year.

TERMINUS

Your appearance when you smile for the first time. The ring you give is still the same. The letter says: There is no news since he came. Please be red when you love it, when you don't love it, blue and intelligent. Unfortunately, neither bonds nor oath cannot prove their ownership. I am still suffering from the anxiety that love may have died in that last expression.

THE NUN'S ASPIRATION

Your eyes were still shining for me. Even if it was too far and you couldn't see the land or the sea. This morning, I climbed Misty Hill and walked around the pasture. Among the deep eyes, your appearance was dancing in front of me! When the red bird spreads the wings and shows the flame. When the rose ripe in the rose, I read your name on both.

APRIL

The sense of this world is short, long, and exposed to various things. Neither human nor the gods have overcome it. And how many times they have changed without improving it.

MAIDEN SPEECH OF THE AEOLIAN HARP

The people of Arabia sang sweet lamentations on the mounds, and said to the talisman: "If it be not fair, as they said, Beauty is not beautiful to me, but scorching genius, culminating in her sphere. This Hermione absorbed in her form and movement the splendor of earth and sea, hill and island, cloud and tree. "Now that the morning does not scorn the mountains and misty plains of her gigantic portrait, I seek neither miniature nor ring from her head. "These are her reflections filled with her quality, her muses and mistresses, her singers of fame. "Higher, dear swallows! I say not mine. Oh! How strong the weak can say, without saying, That is simply, In you, in me, in me, in Syria, you could belong? "Am I in a lineage in which everyone is soon caught up, for all the doss? In the old Basora school, the hermits seemed bound to books and obscurity - I am tired of gay nymphs. I was saved by your touch. When your shooting star gaze reached us, we spoke of cosmic destiny, drawing out every feature. "I once lived, in a place where the quarries and the unlocked gates of the mountains seem to the traveller a door in the heart of the mountain, just as a shepherd's lamp on the side of a distant hill seems to the traveller a door in the heart of the mountain. The people of Arabia sang sweet lamentations on the mounds, and said to the talisman: "If it be not fair, as they said, Beauty is not to me beautiful, but scorching genius, culminating in her sphere. This Hermione absorbed in her form and movement the splendor of earth and sea, hill and island, cloud and tree. "Now that the morning does not scorn the mountains and misty plains of her gigantic portrait, I seek neither miniature nor ring from her head. "These are her reflections filled with her quality, her muses and mistresses, her singers of fame. "Higher, dear swallows! I say not mine. Oh! How strong the weak can say, without saying, That is simply, In you, in me, in me, in Syria, you could belong? "Am I in a lineage in which everyone is soon caught up, for all the doss? In the old Basora school, the hermits seemed bound to books and obscurity - I am sick of gay nymphs. I was saved by your touch. When your meteor-like gaze reached us, we talked of cosmic destinies, and tried to draw out every feature. "I once lived, as a shepherd's lamp on a distant hill-side seems to the traveller a door in the heart of the mountain, where the quarries and the unlocked Arabians sang sweet lamentations on the mounds, and said to the talisman, "If it be not fair, as they said, beauty is not to me beautiful, but a scorching genius, culminating in her sphere. This Hermione absorbed in her form and movement the splendor of earth and sea, hill and island, cloud and tree. "Now that morning does not scorn the mountains and misty plains of her gigantic portrait, I will rise from her head. I ask neither for miniatures nor for rings. "These are her reflections, filled with her quality, her muses and mistresses, her singers of fame. "Higher, dear swallows! I say not mine. Oh! Without saying how the weak are strong, it is simply, In you, in me, in me, confidently, Syrian you could belong? "Am I in a lineage in which everyone is soon entangled for all the doss? In the old Basora school, the hermits seemed bound to books and obscurity - tired of gay nymphs. I touched you and was saved. When your meteor-like gaze reached us, we talked of cosmic destinies, trying to draw out every feature. "I once lived, in a place where a shepherd's lamp on the side of a distant hill seems to the traveller a door in the heart of the mountain, where a quarry and an unlocked door are hidden.

CUPIDO

I. The original love Aphrodite called him in small villages, palaces and parks around the coast when his son was missing and told his madman. It's a distant old! Time and flow changed strangely, and people and customs were very disturbed: I can't find Cupid's hiding with this stupid ancient patent. "I was late like a rushing traveler, and I tried to declare him with malicious intent and let maids and boys give me a name. Not a boy, he is all coats, dresses, blouses, cape, boots. Weared a bow or a wand, and the sparks in his eyes were gone. Even if it is dark, he will wake up in this mysterious eye. Calculate, ride, run, hold, complain, regret, kiss, mate, and give birth. On the correct dining table, it is more wandering, hungry, and is a priming. When he was missing, he called him in a small village, palace and parks on the coast, and he said that his stream was strange. Was greatly disturbed: I can't find a cupid's hiding with this stupid ancient patent, "I declare him like a hurry and declare him and give him a maid or boy. He is no longer a boy, and he has no bow, a bottle or a wand, and has no wander. But he wakes up in this mysterious eye, even in the darkness of his eyes. I eat, drink, catch, write, calculate, run, hold, say compliments. I regret, mate, and are more than hungry, hungry. When he is a prey, he calls him in a small village, palace and park on the coast when he attacks. However, the time and the flow were strange, and the customs were very disturbed: "I can't find a cupider like a hurry. I declared him with malicious intent and tried to give maids and boys. He is no longer a boy, he wears all coats, dresses, blouses, cape and boots. He has no bow, a barrel, or a wand, and has no waste in his head or hand. He abandoned the weeds and watched. The sparks behind his eyes will wake up the day, even if it is dark. In this mysterious eyeball, he absorbs all functions. Eat, drink, catch, shoot, write, think, calculate, rode, run, hold, embrace, complain, regret, kiss Then mate and give birth. The courage is no hesitation, a correct Cosak table. Fessing than any creature. Curious, wild, hungry, calm, predated, and fierce in the wild. Attack.

THE PAST

He touches all things with his rose. All things look to him and deify him. Trusting that the immense power of this young emperor, together with minstrels and crowds, will clear his fame from all clouds. He is purposeful, changeable, timid, indifferent, impatient, and sly like a fairy. An entity mixed with pure opposites. His representatives have some contract of the virtues of age, and his good is evil. Sometimes failing, violently lonely. He affects the trees and the wild, like a child chasing flowers. He destroys himself in the summer waves, in the trees, with the beasts, in the mines and caves. He loves nature like cattle and birds, deer and caribou. Nymphs, avoid him on the horses of the fleet! He has a complete world of the mind. How wise his speech is! But he is an arch critic, and with all sciences and all arts he seeks only their opposites. He is an Oriental official, an Augustus, a priest, his soul melts in prayer, but words and wisdom are snares. But words and wisdom are snares. He is destroyed by the present game, which pursues only pleasure and joy. He has no mask, but he will wear one. He has taken an oath. He paints, he etches, he fishes.

THE LAST FAREWELL

Man is made from the social earth, and from birth he is son and brother, bound by the wet cords of blood that run through the veins of spilling kinship. And his heart is banded by mother, father, sister, the hearth of postures. Names from a terrible childhood that throb the beat of wild religion--virtue, to love, to hate them, wickedness. Until, at last, the dangerous beauty comes to break all ties. The maiden cast off the past, with the lotus wine erased the features carved in the stone of dear memory, and alone, alone, replaced the friends that grew closer with each passing year. When her gentle eyes were brightly opened, everything else in their light became foreign. It was always the same story. In the garden alone they walked, talking with serpents and seraphim. Close to the men, above them like a sheet of rippling air, the mighty plain of demons stretched out. In the trap of Nature's dance, for imprisonment and promotion, stands each human soul. Brilliance and grace thrill the heart of the young man, shining from his partner; that brilliance frolics over the head of the maiden, hovering in the air, and sometimes sinking as low as her eyes. Unknown

IN MEMORIAM E.B.E.

From έας, from έας, after έας. Share everything, bold, horizontal, move all obstacles, and connect the seemingly opposite distant distant. And always love the pleasure to build the road forever: There is no danger near his steps, love laughs and rides on the lion. However, Cupid had another face and was born for the devil. The devil never builds a wall, encloses, and includes loneliness in loneliness: as if choosing love. He regards fair and lucky sons, and rich fateful souls as the gates of the future. With the patience, he expresses a large number of insults. The impatient is often humble and poor. Looking at his eyes, they followed the mountain tower, gathered to be pleased, flowing slightly open flower s-they lose their courage and despair. They lose courage and despair. His hot violence burns all other ties. Therefore, the time comes from Joven, where the ruthless people are opposed, and the lucky dogs are against. Run the glass palace. Ask for a rainbow wall. There, in the bright art, each god and Sivo live as in the yellow road. In the gallery and hall, the singing voice of sirens resounds like meteor. < SPAN> έας, from έας, after έας. Share everything, bold, horizontal, move all obstacles, and connect the seemingly opposite distant distant. And always love the pleasure to build the road forever: There is no danger near his steps, love laughs and rides on the lion. However, Cupid had another face and was born for the devil. The devil never builds a wall, encloses, and includes loneliness in loneliness: as if choosing love. He regards fair and lucky sons, and rich fateful souls as the gates of the future. With the patience, he expresses a large number of insults. The impatient is often humble and poor. Looking at his eyes, they followed the mountain tower, gathered to be pleased, flowing slightly open flower s-they lose their courage and despair. They lose courage and despair. His hot violence burns all other ties. Therefore, the time comes from Joven, where the ruthless people are opposed, and the lucky dogs are against. Run the glass palace. Ask for a rainbow wall. There, in the bright art, each god and Sivo live as in the yellow road. In the gallery and hall, the singing voice of sirens resounds like meteor. From έας, from έας, after έας. Share everything, bold, horizontal, move all obstacles, and connect the seemingly opposite distant distant. And always love the pleasure to build the road forever: There is no danger near his steps, love laughs and rides on the lion. However, Cupid had another face and was born for the devil. The devil never builds a wall, encloses, and includes loneliness in loneliness: as if choosing love. He regards fair and lucky sons, and rich fateful souls as the gates of the future. With the patience, he expresses a large number of insults. The impatient is often humble and poor. Looking at his eyes, they followed the mountain tower, gathered to be pleased, flowing slightly open flower s-they lose their courage and despair. They lose courage and despair. His hot violence burns all other ties. Therefore, the time comes from Joven, where the ruthless people are opposed, and the lucky dogs are against. Run the glass palace. Ask for a rainbow wall. There, in the bright art, each god and Sivo live as in the yellow road. In the gallery and hall, the singing voice of sirens resounds like meteor.

III — ELEMENTS AND MOTTOES

EXPERIENCE

But God said: "I will give a purer gift. There is smoke in the flame. New flowers, new prayers, nameless love come. Children of the Beloved, you desire to please one another. Climb the ladder of heaven, indulge in your selfish tastes. And bloom roses for your partners, just as they should, without subduing each one. "The eyes of deep, deep love flow with the fiery sweetness of laurel. The shaft of this evening eye is the shaft of the globe: so the light goes, without check or interval, through the walls of Empyrea, until it is the same again. "The sun and the stars Above the splendor, above the flickering belt, higher in the clear field, you need to place for love. In the vision where all things melt into one form. In the realm where the wheel on which all beings ride turns visibly. Where the hero, the Eternal Worm, binds and conditions the world. Where the like and the unlike are alike? Where good and sickness, joy and sorrow melt into one. Where past, present and future blossom into a triple flower from one root. The root substance divides and the peak substance becomes one. There the divine substance flows and unites what is divided.

COMPENSATION

The power of the kindness they have. And those who know each other well can do parles without meeting each other? No greeting is needed. They can communicate well in the inner property. When each is shunned, each must be entertained. Not by scarves or gloves with perfumes, not by jewelry, feasts and shawls, not by ribbons and favors, but by the accuracy of the sun at the sea and the shadow of clouds in the corps, it is soothing from Morn to milk. By delay, and by the joy of work. The two love strings are public, entangled in the farthest stars, such as the sea, old, empathy, and the sign of love. Sea, old, sympathy, and a sign of love. It's not so expensive, so no one is there, but I feel this connection and seal it. The ferry is soothing, good applause, the losers are relaxing. The heart of love is faithful, but not worshiped, committed to the right thing, but does not exceed it. Like a flock of low love, they are not happy, the other good self, but they are planning the interests of warm and wide humanity. And they follow their genius, and they clearly serve people without falsified humility. Bread, gold, and items and clothes that are buying and selling will not be scattered. But to keep his simple sensation quickly

POLITICS

I think it's not ugly and rude to walk alone in gloves and Glenn. I go to convey the words of the god of the tree to the people. There is no tax on me, which is a bank on the banks of the Ogawa. All clouds floating in the sky write a letter in my book. For the dormant flowers that I brought, not me, no, a group that struggles. The stars in my hands, one by one, get home with my thoughts. There was no mystery, but I understood in the flowers. It wasn't a mystery, but the birds told Bowes. The harvest of your hometown has brought cows to be powerful. The second harvest of your field, I put it into a song.

HEROISM

Your puny harp cannot please or satisfy my ears. Its strings should sound free, strange, and pure, like the beat of a gentle breeze. Neither technical, ... Great is the bard's skill, and great is his way. He must not burden his brain with coils of rhythm and number. But casting aside rules and pale prospects, he rises to rhyme. "Come in," says the angel, "by the upper door, not by the compartment of the floor, but by the ladder of amazement to heaven." Impeccable master of the game, king of the sport that never climbs, Joy Dispense Hide, will remain Joy Dispense Hide every day, under the sweet influence of song. Live most joyfully

CHARACTER

The poet's prosperity controls the king of the king. The nature of the balance loves everything. All colors shine on each of the opponent's feet on their bench. All tones resonate with higher, heavier and more impressive sounds. The taste is bonded to joy and taste. The leaves answer the leaves on the branches. And it matches the paired leaves. Hands, hands, legs and feet, brides and grooms. The biggest ritual, each person has two married aspects. The farthest furnace of light shines, the ball and the bar make a double star, and the twins and hair shine. Animals are sick in love, and love rhymes. Each has all the advantageous time in the chorus. Thinking is also involved, like the orderly dancers. With an equal pair or alternate. From each other's counter, one will add health and age to the other. A lonely fancy is a single person or a maid, not an ancestor, and you can go back and forth for a short life, without fear of lies or clarifying the truth. The perfect couple, like the wings of the eagle, is the rhyme of things. Commercial and the counts use masochistic melody muse. Nemesis, along with the outfit of the outfit, recovers partial errors and satisfies the fair period. < SPAN> The poet's prosperity controls the king's duty. The nature of the balance loves everything. All colors shine on each of the opponents's feet on their bench. All tones resonate with higher, heavier and more impressive sounds. The taste is bonded to joy and taste. The leaves answer the leaves on the branches. And it matches the paired leaves. Hands, hands, legs and feet, brides and grooms. The biggest ritual, each person has two married aspects. The farthest furnace of light shines, the ball and the bar make a double star, and the twins and hair shine. Animals are sick in love, and love rhymes. Each has all the advantageous time in the chorus. Thinking is also involved, like the orderly dancers. With an equal pair or alternate. From each other's counter, one will add health and age to the other. A lonely fancy is a single person or a maid, not an ancestor, and you can go back and forth for a short life, without fear of lies or clarifying the truth. The perfect couple, like the wings of the eagle, is the rhyme of things. Commercial and the counts use masochistic melody muse. Nemesis, along with the outfit of the outfit, recovers partial errors and satisfies the fair period. The poet's prosperity controls the king of the king. The nature of the balance loves everything. All colors shine on each of the opponents's feet on their bench. All tones resonate with higher, heavier and more impressive sounds. The taste is bonded to joy and taste. The leaves answer the leaves on the branches. And it matches the paired leaves. Hands, hands, legs and feet, brides and grooms. The biggest ritual, each person has two married aspects. The farthest furnace of light shines, the ball and the bar make a double star, and the twins and hair shine. Animals are sick in love, and love rhymes. Each has all the advantageous time in the chorus. Thinking is also involved, like the orderly dancers. With an equal pair or alternate. From each other's counter, one on the other, the other, adds health and age. A lonely fancy is a single person or a maid, not an ancestor, and you can go back and forth for a short life, without fear of lies or clarifying the truth. The perfect couple, like the wings of the eagle, is the rhyme of things. Commercial and the counts use masochistic melody muse. Nemesis, along with the outfit of the outfit, recovers partial errors and satisfies the fair period.

CULTURE

Wine that did not grow in the belly of the grape, wine that grew in the vine, wine that stretches from the tap of the vine, without drawing the contours of the earth, from the Andes to the cape. Let the morning of the grape be greeted by the roots of the night, which feel the unholy juice of the three-way and Erebus. And turn the sorrow of the night, by our own skill, into richer joy. We buy ashes for bread. We buy diluted wine, whose rich leaves and holes swirl among the silvery hills of heaven, and draw the eternal dew. Wine of wine, blood of the world, shape of shape of station, what I have drunk and assimilated with intent, that I may float with joy in all nature. The tongue of the bird casts the right spell, and the rose says well. Wine like a torrent of the sun pouring to the wall of the horizon, or like the current of the Atlantic, which flows when the South Sea calls. Water and bread, food that does not need metalope, rainbow, wisdom, wine that is already man, food that gives instruction and reason. Wine that is music - music and wine are one - I who drink it will hear many chaos speaking to me. Kings not yet born will walk with me. And the poor grass will plan and design what will happen when it becomes man. I was designed like this,

FRIENDSHIP

for the will of heaven, how long will the power that gives the name hinder them. So far today your favor has reached me! Teach my lips a word and a thousand silences. Space will give the god of the day an inch beyond its favorable path. And the rich tongue has not yet given me one word, no more.

SPIRITUAL LAWS

No architect is as good as the muse. She is good at choosing the ingredients used for design. Slowly and carefully, select the immortal pine and the no decayed cedar beams that are suitable for their own design, pass through the dark Alps forests and seaside valleys, and find trees on many lands. She looks at all rock mines, lips, and quarrys to cast a famous adamant for all eternal block s-she dances around the sun, the rhythm of the rotating world, each music Place her beam in the music in line with the music, so they do not shift it due to leaks or wars, but they exceed the latest stars for the love of a happy soul. "Pan & amp; gt? There is no architect like a muse. She is good at choosing ingredients for design. Immortal pine and no decayed cedar beams slowly and carefully, suitable for their own design. Choose a thing, pass through the dark mountain forest and a seaside valley, and in many lands, she can find a tree with a painful foot. Distribute, cast famous adamant for all eternal block s-she puts her beam in accordance with the rhythm of the rotating world dancing around the sun, according to each music. I do not make it to be shifted by the war, but to surpass the new star, < Span> She is not as good as the muse. Slowly and carefully select the immortal pine and the no decayed cedar beams, pass through the dark alps forests and seaside valleys, and are painful in many lands. She finds a tree with a step, seeing all rock mines, lips and stone collections to cast all the eternal block s-she dances around the sun. In the rhythm, they put her beams on music according to each musi c-so they do not shift it due to leaks or wars, but they exceed the latest stars for the love of a happy soul. "Pan & amp; gt? There is no architect like a muse. She is good at choosing ingredients for design. Immortal pine and no decayed cedar beams slowly and carefully, suitable for their own design. Choose a thing, pass through the dark mountain forest and a seaside valley, and in many lands, she can find a tree with a painful foot. Distribute, cast famous adamant for all eternal block s-she puts her beam in accordance with the rhythm of the rotating world dancing around the sun, according to each music. I don't make it to be shared by the war, but there is no more than a happy soul for the new star. Slowly and carefully select the immortal pine and the n o-decayed cedar beams, pass through the dark alps and seaside valleys, and in many lands. Find She looks at all rock mines, lips, and quarrys to cast a famous adamant for all eternal block s-she dances around the sun, the rhythm of the rotating world, each music Place her beam in the music in line with the music, so they do not shift it due to leaks or wars, but they exceed the latest stars for the love of a happy soul. "Pan & amp; gt? There is no architect like a muse. She is good at choosing ingredients for design. Immortal pine and no decayed cedar beams slowly and carefully, suitable for their own design. Choose a thing, pass through the dark mountain forest and a seaside valley, and in many lands, she can find a tree with a painful foot. Distribute, cast famous adamant for all eternal block s-she puts her beam in accordance with the rhythm of the rotating world dancing around the sun, according to each music. I do not make it to be shifted by war, but for a happy soul love to surpass a new star.

BEAUTY

Olive wooden trees, mouse, kine, sea sports in the sea, like weddings, birds that break the air, fly ducks with the power of the wind in the northern lake, referring to the mountain sheep in a herd, attaching them to camps and towns. The man lived alone. The god who gave him a lyre shuts out of him and "sits away" for all human desires and everybody's breathing. According to the poet, God warns this bright light line. Even if many people come, they sing alone. If they touch the strings, the harp will be silent. Even if a million people come, the sage sardis will live alone. However, Serdie liked the battle of people. In the cave and burrow, he followed without missing. They have to listen, grow with joy, and whiten with fear. But he has no friends. Whether it's 10 people or one million, good sardis lives alone. Be in the place where Series lives. The wisdom of the gods is his. The Sylvan gods surround the golden lamps and share their joy. Simple maiden and noble young people welcome the true man. Welcome to those who need him most and nurture the depleted spring. The greater need is drawn better. < SPAN> olive tree trees, mice, kine, sea sports, swarms of sea sports, bold birds, fly ducks with the power of the wind in the northern lake, referring to the mountain sheep in a flock, camping. The man attached to the city lives alone. The god who gave him a lyre shuts out of him and "sits away" for all human desires and everybody's breathing. According to the poet, God warns this bright light line. Even if many people come, they sing alone. If they touch the strings, the harp will be silent. Even if a million people come, the sage sardis will live alone. However, Serdie liked the battle of people. In the cave and burrow, he followed without missing. They have to listen, grow with joy, and whiten with fear. But he has no friends. Whether it's 10 people or one million, good sardis lives alone. Be in the place where Series lives. The wisdom of the gods is his. The Sylvan gods surround the golden lamps and share their joy. Simple maiden and noble young people welcome the true man. Welcome to those who need him most and nurture the depleted spring. The greater need is drawn better. Olive wooden trees, mouse, kine, sea sports in the sea, like weddings, birds that break the air, fly ducks with the power of the wind in the northern lake, referring to the mountain sheep in a herd, attaching them to camps and towns. The man lived alone. The god who gave him a lyre shuts out of him and "sits away" for all human desires and everybody's breathing. According to the poet, God warns this bright light line. Even if many people come, they sing alone. If they touch the strings, the harp will be silent. Even if a million people come, the sage sardis will live alone. However, Serdie liked the battle of people. In the cave and burrow, he followed without missing. They have to listen, grow with joy, and whiten with fear. But he has no friends. Whether it's 10 people or one million, good sardis lives alone. Be in the place where Series lives. The wisdom of the gods is his. The Sylvan gods surround the golden lamps and share their joy. Simple maiden and noble young people welcome the true man. Welcome to those who need him most and nurture the depleted spring. The greater need is drawn better.

MANNERS

And he was able to tell Persia what Serdie wanted to say. The stars of the Series were shining more than Jami noon. He was a muse with a sardine shaking basket: "Gentle Sada, he's tempted by the spirit of your praise, or is tempted by the craving and appetite for his talent that is not yours. To the eastern son, do not follow the fake, the athlete, the athlete, and the atheist. Define the method and protest, pay attention to the sharp preservatives, the intense destructive, the joy, the fun, the unknown crime, the noble words. Never, pay attention to Ray of Series, "Trade in the war, a camp and the city. But thousands of people are sailing and receiving a war, and the city is rising. Seeing the rhythm of the hill is a prison. If he opened his chest door, his tongue can be drawn sharply and vividly, and his gentle heart is also melted in the same way. Even if the muses smile with a gentle persuasion, will his words like a wilderness? He talks in the sky without stars, in a land without sparks, but in front of the listener, an ecstatic world swims, the forest is waving, the morning is dawn, the pasture falls, and the ripples are set. The leaves are glittering, and the rocks and trees are pulsed, and eat the bread that people refuse! They, who escape from you, do not come in the middle of the paradise. The feathers and the harpoon of all the feathers are all over the sage of the sage Ali. , Whistle.

ART

To find a poet or a friend: Behold, he watches the door! Behold, he watches the door! The heavens revealed by Allah are pouring out floods of truth, floods of good, the sustenance of seraphim and Heru. These doors are people: Palinhind recognizes perfect hearts. Look beyond the cottage wall savior who can give you everything: Flying to the door on the yellow desert floor, hear the gray coral, foolish gossip, ancient planes, Saadi! Rising to the heights of mighty nature and secret pavilions, revealing the deceitful time hidden in vain.

UNITY

From autumn to spring, the russet acorn, the favorite fruit of girls and boys, came down from the forest as a toy for children. Come, pull it! It's no use. Its roots are stuck in the shady mound. The toy has no more use. It is fixed to the ground. The rose-lipped maiden, playmate of all ages and sexes, was Flor Sunshine, beloved by all, the most beloved of a certain gold mine. Where has the fair Hoyden gone? She has vanished into a blessed woman; a servant living the life of a baby in a wooden cradle. And yet you continue to play.... Now you must be a man, an artist.

WORSHIP

Fate, not choice, but strict nature gave fragrance to the hyssoms and wallflowers, sound to the pine forests and waterfalls, creased the desert and the lake. It was her strict necessity. Birds, beasts, flowers, songs, forms, spaces, thoughts, characters, all beguile us. Seen from afar, they are divided like gods and devils; thought of them, they were monotonous and truncated. To learn one element, we explore another, and in the second the first appears. The strange panorama of the year doubles the image of a day. And universal nature, through its vast and complete whole, the infinite paroke, repeats a certain sound.

PRUDENCE

When I was born, from the ocean of all powers, Fate filled the chalice and said: "Here is your portion, my child. This chalice is smaller than a lily, but you will draw it every day from my aorta, nothing less, nothing more." Friends, enemies, joys, fortunes, beauty and hate. Angry or satisfied, in debt or angry, loving or hurt, all are distilled into astral wine and fill my cup! How much of what he pours does not fit, how much will flow away on the desert sands. If a new muse draws me with her beautiful light and I rise to her paradise, she must suck my blood at the first glance, and all the next hours of the day drag on a ridiculous age. Today, when friends approach and every hour brings a book, a glittering cylinder of genius, the little cup cannot hold a single bead anymore, and all the expensive drink is wasted. Nor will the jealous lord give a drop of diamonds for the poorer days. Why do I need scrolls, when a word will suffice? Why do I need galleries, when the student's draft, following the teacher's sketch, will satisfy and satisfy my anxiety. Why do I seek Italy, when I cannot even circle the ocean of thoughts and things of my homeland, and yet I postpone for a thousand days the nearest thing?

NATURE

Please tell me the truth. I am tired on the surface and are almost dying without sensitivity. If I only know the herbs and simplicity of wood, if I only know the herbs and simplicity, these forests are unknown Common Land, which is unknown, this forest I will be able to write my countless juice, I will surely be able to write the scent, give a chemical effect a sweet affinity to the human body, drive up the enemy, and stabilize my friends. However, the young scholars who enter the hill are boldly as technicians traveling to drop and open trees. They were human, unilateral in the Union, and captured the same footprints where their clear eyes were. Our eyes are armed, but they are strangers for stars, secret beasts, birds, plants and mines. Say the injured element. And please tell me the sea, the continent, and the < Span> truth at night and noon. I am tired on the surface and are almost dying without sensitivity. If I only know the herbs and simplicity of wood, if I only know the herbs and simplicity, these forests are unknown Common Land, which is unknown, this forest I will be able to write my countless juice, I will surely be able to write the scent, give a chemical effect a sweet affinity to the human body, drive up the enemy, and stabilize my friends. However, the young scholars who enter the hill are boldly as technicians traveling to drop and open trees. They were human, unilateral in the Union, and captured the same footprints where their clear eyes were. Our eyes are armed, but they are strangers for stars, secret beasts, birds, plants and mines. Say the injured element. And please tell me the sea, the continent, and the truth at night, noon. I am tired on the surface and are almost dying without sensitivity. If I only know the herbs and simplicity of wood, if I only know the herbs and simplicity, these forests are unknown Common Land, which is unknown, this forest I will be able to write my countless juice, I will surely be able to write the scent, give a chemical effect a sweet affinity to the human body, drive up the enemy, and stabilize my friends. However, the young scholars who enter the hill are boldly as technicians traveling to drop and open trees. They were human, unilateral in the Union, and captured the same footprints where their clear eyes were. Our eyes are armed, but they are strangers for stars, secret beasts, birds, plants and mines. Say the injured element. And night and noon, sea and continent,

THE INFORMING SPIRIT

He feels unhappy when comparing the cost of buying toys with the cost of living.

CIRCLES

I was content with these poor fields, with the low open pastures, with the thin, slow-flowing streams, and found a home on the roofs others despise, so that a few tree-gods overcame my love and gave me the freedom of their country, the secret senate overcame the dear, dangerous lords who ruled our lives, who used to bind the moon and planetary parties with their bonds, and shoot a million rays of lonely, thought and tenderness through my rock... For me, the showers sweep, the spring visits the valley, sweeps away the clouds, bathes in the soft, silvery air of morning, and from every stream comes the eager reuter. The sparrows leave, and nearby, the blue-robed April birds fly from tree to tree, singing bravely the delicate overtures that lead to the year's concert. Nearer they fly, illuminated by the May sun; and all around, the wedding of the plants is sweet and solemn, and the waves of summer beauty flow. Dells and crags, hollows and lakes, hills and pine arcades, touching genius. Those steep cliffs show a thousand faces in a thousand times. Down the low hills, in the wide spaces carved out by the will of the watchful Indian, planks and scoots, well tilled with pipes and arrows, build their pine houses.

INTELLECT

I have made a small picture of my acres; for there are no stars in any road. The hearty quality of pears and plums rises as sweetly to a single tree as to the broad orchards where the bees hum. And each ordains for himself and for the whole. The noble gods have shown me the knowledge of colour and sound, the abode of countless beauties. The wonders of generative power, the broad symphonies of astronomy, I have felt in plants and costly birds. And in the happy home that nature has given me, I have found true freedom. The kindest men have deemed me rude, the great have sought to destroy me, but in vain. Yet I am a willow of the desert, and love the winds that bend me. The garden spade heals all my wounds. My worst wounds are saved by the walks in the woods, the grapes in the river, the swimmers who love the mocking gums, the wild roses, and the rocks. The gods of the forest murmured in my ear: "Love our way? Love our way? Can you forget your pride when nature passes in the gloomy air of the winter night? Can you feel yourself not small while now bright, now dark, and latent? When the colorful moon catches your eye, River, hill, stalk, leaf, though dark. Concord, 1838

GIFTS

The soul that had been made by the meat arrived at the middle of the mountain where I had to climb. He stopped for them and looked around with me walking in spac e-time. Five rosy boys illuminated by the morning light jumped out of the beautiful mother's arm, headed to the sun with bright hope, and greeted God in a young voice. Does the person who plow this lonely field and cut the scarce corn knows what secret fruits are growing at the midnight and morning? In the long and sunny afternoon, the plains were full of ghosts. Wandering, wandering down, and thinking. The turned concordo shined below, and in the past, the brothers were flooding as if they were with me in the forest. But they are no longer. The saints who walked this beautiful valley with me. The powerful shining friends are silent and pale. My good, noble, my heyday, and this world as a feast was the one who learned the time tradition and loved this hometown! They made this valley as the playground and played with every mood. The prayer germin, the hall of joy, they treated nature as they wish. Color the horizon round? They rejoiced or crazy. Touch this flower of silk leaves. A soft < Span> soul that had been pondered to the middle of the mountain, which had to climb. He stopped for them and looked around with me walking in spac e-time. Five rosy boys illuminated by the morning light jumped out of the beautiful mother's arm, headed to the sun with bright hope, and greeted God in a young voice. Does the person who plow this lonely field and cut the scarce corn knows what secret fruits are growing at the midnight and morning? In the long and sunny afternoon, the plains were full of ghosts. Wandering, wandering down, and thinking. The turned concordo shined below, and in the past, the brothers were flooding as if they were with me in the forest. But they are no longer. The saints who walked this beautiful valley with me. The powerful shining friends are silent and pale. My good, noble, my heyday, and this world as a feast was the one who learned the time tradition and loved this hometown! They made this valley as the playground and played with every mood. The prayer germin, the hall of joy, they treated nature as they wish. Color the horizon round? They rejoiced or crazy. Touch this flower of silk leaves. A soft and han d-loose soul arrived on the hillside of having to climb. He stopped for them and looked around with me walking in spac e-time. Five rosy boys illuminated by the morning light jumped out of the beautiful mother's arm, headed to the sun with bright hope, and greeted God in a young voice. Does the person who plow this lonely field and cut the scarce corn knows what secret fruits are growing at the midnight and morning? In the long and sunny afternoon, the plains were full of ghosts. Wandering, wandering down, and thinking. The turned concordo shined below, and in the past, the brothers were flooding as if they were with me in the forest. But they are no longer. The saints who walked this beautiful valley with me. The powerful shining friends are silent and pale. My good, noble, my heyday, and this world as a feast was the one who learned the time tradition and loved this hometown! They made this valley as the playground and played with every mood. The prayer germin, the hall of joy, they treated nature as they wish. Color the horizon round? They rejoiced or crazy. Touch this flower of silk leaves. Softer

PROMISE

The southwest wind brings life and sun and desire, and breathes fragrant flames on all mountains and meadows. But the dead have no power. What is lost cannot be regained. Looking over the hills, I lament the love that will not return. I see my empty house, I see my trees mending their branches. And he, whose silvery singing voice surpassed all sounds that throbbed in the cerulean air, the wonder child, the hyacinth boy, for whom the morning wells cracked and the April flowers bloomed, the tender boy, who adorned the world in which he was born, and in return bore the blessings of the day of love, he has vanished from the light of day. Far away, he cannot be found. My hope cannot bind him. This day, the returning southwest seeks the young pine and the hazelnut. But the man who had just sprung was not found. Lost nature cannot make him again. Fate has made him fall, and Fate cannot repeat him. In vain do nature, Fate, and Man seek him. And where are you now, my swelling wisdom and sweetness, O where do thy feet go? I had the right, till a few days ago, to see thy footsteps, and learn thy place: Why have I lost that right? Have thou forgotten with new joy? I hear of thy home, O child of late! Whose voice, equal messenger, post

CARITAS

A dignified parade with a hat and coat on the melody played by the fairy. Love and pride, the gaze extends upwards, "In a dog hut from a string of a firewood that stands, he gathered to stab the wall of the snow tower. He digs in the sand. The ominous holes, and the castle as a child were built and designed, chicken huts, huts, in a barn ... and everywhere in the garden. From the roadside, the spatula is the same as the winter garden. When you dedicated innocent breath to the sacred butterfly, you lost, "We have lost it. I'm a friend. " Tomorrow was dawn with unnecessary shine. Snow birds can be squeezed and birds cry. However, the most beautiful and sweet steps among human youth had disappeared from the hill and the garden. The sparrows climbed, and there were no pieces of autumn grain leaves, and four birds did not keep their footprints. < SPAN> Put a parade with a hat and a coat on the melody played by the fairy. Love and pride, the gaze extends upwards, "In a dog hut from a string of a firewood that stands, he gathered to stab the wall of the snow tower. He digs in the sand. The ominous holes, and the castle as a child were built and designed, chicken huts, huts, in a barn ... and everywhere in the garden. From the roadside, the spatula is the same as the winter garden. When you dedicated innocent breath to the sacred butterfly, you lost, "We have lost it. I'm a friend. " Tomorrow was dawn with unnecessary shine. Snow birds can be squeezed and birds cry. However, the most beautiful and sweet steps among human youth had disappeared from the hill and the garden. The sparrows climbed, and there were no pieces of autumn grain leaves, and four birds did not keep their footprints. A dignified parade with a hat and coat on the melody played by the fairy. Love and pride, the gaze extends upwards, "In a dog hut from a string of a firewood that stands, he gathered to stab the wall of the snow tower. He digs in the sand. The ominous holes, and the castle as a child were built and designed, chicken huts, huts, in a barn ... and everywhere in the garden. From the roadside, the spatula is the same as the winter garden. When you dedicated innocent breath to the sacred butterfly, you lost, "We have lost it. I'm a friend. " Tomorrow was dawn with unnecessary shine. Snow birds can be squeezed and birds cry. However, the most beautiful and sweet steps among human youth had disappeared from the hill and the garden. The sparrows climbed, and there were no pieces of autumn grain leaves, and four birds did not keep their footprints.

POWER

He died, wandering behind him like a contempt, and waited for 100 years to be born. On the day of the disease that wasted this beauty, the suffering was broken, and this tall face was deformed! Some went around the dead and came. Some read a comfort book for those who told their friends the news, and some went to prayer. Some stay here, and some hurry there. But their hearts didn't stay on anyone. The desirable death escaped all of us to grow funerals. The fate of bringing you took most of me: this loss is a true death. This is a nirvana of a manly man, which is slow, but definitely nirvana. I'm really sad to read the prosperity of the times to come to my deep eyes, a boy who loved my father's house. You have gone to a disgraceful world. The expensive lie of the truth and the nature! Reliable prophecy! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you! For the future and lost for the future! The deep heart answered. If I didn't take that child ... And a while ago, with old eyes, considering the marc h-do you think your beauty has disappeared from the coast of the substance and your beloved person has been lost? He did not teach, the old man, his eyes looked at many hierarchies in the inner heaven. < SPAN> And I wandered backwards like a contempt, and waited for 100 years. On the day of the disease that wasted this beauty, the suffering was broken, and this tall face was deformed! Some went around the dead and came. Some read a comfort book for those who told their friends the news, and some went to prayer. Some stay here, and some hurry there. But their hearts didn't stay on anyone. The desirable death escaped all of us to grow funerals. The fate of bringing you took most of me: this loss is a true death. This is a nirvana of a manly man, which is slow, but definitely nirvana. I'm really sad to read the prosperity of the times to come to my deep eyes, a boy who loved my father's house. You have gone to a disgraceful world. The expensive lie of the truth and the nature! Reliable prophecy! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you! For the future and lost for the future! The deep heart answered. If I didn't take that child ... And a while ago, with old eyes, considering the marc h-do you think your beauty has disappeared from the coast of the substance and your beloved person has been lost? He did not teach, the old man, his eyes looked at many hierarchies in the inner heaven. He died, wandering behind him like a contempt, and waited for 100 years to be born. On the day of the disease that wasted this beauty, the suffering was broken, and this tall face was deformed! Some went around the dead and came. Some read a comfort book for those who told their friends the news, and some went to prayer. Some stay here, and some hurry there. But their hearts didn't stay on anyone. The desirable death escaped all of us to grow funerals. The fate of bringing you took most of me: this loss is a true death. This is a nirvana of a manly man, which is slow, but definitely nirvana. I'm really sad to read the prosperity of the times to come to my deep eyes, a boy who loved my father's house. You have gone to a disgraceful world. The expensive lie of the truth and the nature! Reliable prophecy! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you! For the future and lost for the future! The deep heart answered. If I didn't take that child ... And a while ago, with old eyes, considering the marc h-do you think your beauty has disappeared from the coast of the substance and your beloved person has been lost? He did not teach, the old man, his eyes looked at many hierarchies in the inner heaven.

WEALTH

Being a savior and head; you love Maria's dear child's wealth for yourself. Did you think that such a customer would take a rest in your hall? In a busy life, will you forget the law and forget the sparkling rotation of fate? High precautions require speculation. In order to know the higher the gift, I loosen the embodied belt without drifting. When the poor shore is filled with a dangerous and swirling pond. When the weak nature can no longer do anything, the spirit strikes that time: my death, which is a determined ritual, pours the finite infinitely. Will you freeze the tide of love over nature? Is the rough star nailed to the trajectory in the hal f-damaged yellow road? Light is radiant light, blood is circulating, life is a natural life, and the life of multiple phenomena is one. Is its power very tightly closed in shape, bones, and lines? Will you ask a fate without an answer? I don't see the genius of the entire Ascendant in my private soul. Deep deep, sanctuary, magica l-like fai r-lasting fair. The best reasons for good love, the most vast reasons, are the precursor and sign. Thou, don't open your heart

ILLUSIONS

On July 4, 1837, he sang from a rugged bridge over the flood when the monument of the battle was completed. The enemy was sleeping for a long time. As a silent conqueror sleeps. And when the ruined bridge sweeps a dark stream that colores it. Today, we set a commemorative stone today on this soft flow. This memory can redeem their actions when our sons are gone, like our ancestors. We and you and you dedicate the courage to die to the heroes and the spirit, the time and nature of giving the children. On July 4, 1837, he was sung from a rugged bridge that flows through the flood at the completion ceremony of the war dead. The enemy had been asleep silently for too long. As a silent conqueror sleeps. And when the ruined bridge sweeps a dark stream, which becomes the sauce. Today, we set a commemorative stone today on this soft flow. This memory can redeem their actions when our sons are gone, like our ancestors. There is a spirit that let the heroes die and leave their offspring. < Span> On July 4, 1837, when the monument of the battle was completed, he sang from a rugged bridge over the flood. The enemy was sleeping for a long time. As a silent conqueror sleeps. And when the ruined bridge sweeps a dark stream that colores it. Today, we set a commemorative stone today on this soft flow. This memory can redeem their actions when our sons are gone, like our ancestors. We and you and you dedicate the courage to die to the heroes and the spirit, the time and nature of giving the children. On July 4, 1837, he was sung from a rugged bridge that flows through the flood at the completion ceremony of the war dead. The enemy had been asleep silently for too long. As a silent conqueror sleeps. And when the ruined bridge sweeps a dark stream, which becomes the sauce. Today, we set a commemorative stone today on this soft flow. This memory can redeem their actions when our sons are gone, like our ancestors. There is a spirit that let the heroes die and leave their offspring. On July 4, 1837, he sang from a rugged bridge over the flood when the monument of the battle was completed. The enemy was sleeping for a long time. As a silent conqueror sleeps. And when the ruined bridge sweeps a dark stream that colores it. Today, we set a commemorative stone today on this soft flow. This memory can redeem their actions when our sons are gone, like our ancestors. We and you and you dedicate the courage to die to the heroes and the spirit, the time and nature of giving the children. On July 4, 1837, he was sung from a rugged bridge that flows through the flood at the completion ceremony of the war dead. The enemy had been asleep silently for too long. As a silent conqueror sleeps. And when the ruined bridge sweeps a dark stream, which becomes the sauce. Today, we set a commemorative stone today on this soft flow. This memory can redeem their actions when our sons are gone, like our ancestors. There is a spirit that let the heroes die and leave their offspring.

IV — QUATRAINS AND TRANSLATIONS

QUATRAINS

Coy Spring, daughter of heaven and earth, with a sudden relaxation of passion, teaches barren Ungram to smile, paints mile after mile, holds a cup of tempestuous water, from which he inhales smokeless incense. The air is filled with gentle whistling. What was it that sounded from the murky earth? Was it the harp of the wind, or the song of the birds, or the embrace of the wind's shore, or the voice of a meteor lost in the day? Such starry newspapers could convey this elastic air. Or frustrate the dominion of the firm and dark lake, cooled by the shadow of the mountain, whose depths, until the noon rays, crushed grumbling and last hold, was the delicious bark of the squirrel, or the clarionet of the jay? Or the "hark" that drives a wedge into Nestor's row, and with a mad shriek, goes north through the expanse of the heavens and the country, and every night revives in a new landscape of romance, and the darkness feeds the ludicrous tribe from the lonely lake to unknown men. Whence comes it, the cry of sport, or the torrent of wings? It is a sound, a sign that the marble sleep is broken, and things have changed. When I walked slowly, everything was hard and sharp. In the sparkless sky, the dust of my knees goes out in every way. The work I sought, I searched our ancient woods, toiled along the drifting paths. The bleak moors knew me not, and the snowy moors ran my favorite places. The summer dels, with the arctic moon, showed me the appearance of a cursed genius. All sweet secrets were hidden in fanciful and horrifying spells. Frost, the elder mason, collected wild Swift cathedrals. In the starlit Minster Ice Red, there was a guest of pinney, a winged ghost. I found no joy, for the icy wind could rule the woods in his heart. Who will freeze on the frozen lake? Return to books and hides and wood-stoves that flicker against the walls, "Through our stories and games, without hearing the call of the shameful North-West. But soft! puffy morning dawns? When the pines on the ground wash rusty green, and the tangle of maples tinge purple, and every footstep on the soft path reveals itself, and the girl's footprint. Pebbles loosened by the frost call for the urchin to stumble upon. Hearts beat in the flint and marble, and the kindly earth takes her children's side, and the green lanes are school friends, and the low can capture his quarrel, and the fresh ground loves its crest and its ball, and the air The Brimming Brook invites the leap, hums the hollow, and soars. Youth sees the tumors ahead,

HUSH!

The rose speaks all languages, the blowflies mock the distant voice of man in their tiny voices; the perfumed fruit in the splashes is washed away with light memories. The thin chains of countless links are carried from one to the next, and the insects that would be human are placed in houses of all shapes. The spring wasp cage listens to the joy of the chorus when the scholars of the district migrate from the South Seas. When the amber grapes show their flowers and newborn twigs, the dark old wine in the barrel feels the blossoms on the living vine and pops its wreath at the hint of spring. The race of Adam, the race of Eden, the arbor of Eden... some dreamy dreams survive the flight, swim the flood, awaken in the young blood the desire to fly the heavens and nourish the wandering eye again. And in May, when the happy child sees the blossoming fields and hears the bluebirds singing in the air, "Then," he cries, "in the next field, the air is gentler, and beyond Yon Hazy Crest is the bald spring of Eden." Not for regimental parades, not for bad laws or rulers, Blue Walden rolls its dominion; And the waters, free as the wind, must flow. Λ

ORATOR

When the light of the sun fills the hour, melt the crust, and show the flower. Beneath the silence, in the light, lies hidden a faster life, a more intelligent hope, an incredible appetite eager to predict the steps that hold each sense in a greater scope, and withhold the age of destiny. The palm grows too slow, the pearl too slow: When nature drifts, eager to take its wheel leaves. Turn Swiftlyar, O slow-ball! Light this frosty face. Here restore the call of the robin, and the pride of the tulip. Why pluck the late spring? The stout hunt does not strike. The blackbird cries the maple with social merriment and joy. The redwing o-ka-lees, the robin announces the thaw. The sparrow Meek, with his prophetic eye, builds his nest beside the weave of the ski, secures the o-shea, and hides his young in the leaves of memory. Why can thy word not see the soul of the sun? And I shall listen to the bluebirds and dream of Auburn Dell. The April chill and the rain willows and lilacs come again, the whistles of the returning birds and the trumpets of the flocks. And

ARTIST

All floors are carpets. There is no spacious courtyard or monarch. Go up and far! The supernatural forest spreads in front of the released flood: the cheers of delight. We mark the jumping and flash of the new flow, and the SAP mountain river dizzed in one day, and for a soft green spike, the hat is replaced into a tree tube on the top of the spire. And the color of the bird's joy, the love I heard from Carroll, the frogs and lizards on the holiday coat, and his golden spots? The screams of Clag's delight and the simple answer resonate with the river and the lord of the lord. "The floods of the ancient sea cross the mountains, bend the forest, bend the vine, and flow on the plains quickly. The earth, which throws the Great Flood, describes unnecessary paradise, herbs and Syria spices, a secret flame shining in colonbine and clover flower, and rises to the northern zone. The mold of one million sculptors and the most worrisome folds, one million painters pour hue and purple dye. < SPAN> All the floors are carpets. There is no spacious courtyard or monarch. Go up and far! The supernatural forest spreads in front of the released flood: the cheers of delight. We mark the jumping and flash of the new flow, and the SAP mountain river dizzed in one day, and for a soft green spike, the hat is replaced into a tree tube on the top of the spire. And the color of the bird's joy, the love I heard from Carroll, the frogs and lizards on the holiday coat, and his golden spots? The screams of Clag's delight and the simple answer resonate with the river and the lord of the lord. "The floods of the ancient sea cross the mountains, bend the forest, bend the vine, and flow on the plains quickly. The earth, which throws the Great Flood, describes unnecessary paradise, herbs and Syria spices, a secret flame shining in colonbine and clover flower, and rises to the northern zone. The mold of one million sculptors and the most worrisome folds, one million painters pour hue and purple dye. The floors where the azaleas flow are all carpets. There is no spacious courtyard or monarch. Go up and far! The supernatural forest spreads in front of the released flood: the cheers of delight. We mark the jumping and flash of the new flow, and the SAP mountain river dizzed in one day, and for a soft green spike, the hat is replaced into a tree tube on the top of the spire. And the color of the bird's joy, the love I heard from Carroll, the frogs and lizards on the holiday coat, and his golden spots? The screams of Clag's delight and the simple answer resonate with the river and the lord of the lord. "The floods of the ancient sea cross the mountains, bend the forest, bend the vine, and flow on the plains quickly. The earth, which throws the Great Flood, describes unnecessary paradise, herbs and Syria spices, a secret flame shining in colonbine and clover flower, and rises to the northern zone. The mold of one million sculptors and the most worrisome folds, one million painters pour hue and purple dye. Azalea flows away

POET

And where will the fleet of this messenger come? The fans are sincerely expecting something sweet. Tomorrow is as if the night's dream has disappeared. Besides the houses, more fresh greenery spreads, men and maiden have more scarlet hatred, and the time is like a new relay with the shining maiden every May, and the summer does not fade. As if the girls mature with beauty. I saw the sprouting spring departure, marching north every day and welcoming a silent ancient cavalry in a dignified train. Who is that traveler? The pilgrims ran straight on the day, noon, day and night. Every day was bent in distortion, low, short, cold and snow. In the delightful spring, they threw a wreath. Many flowers and many jewels were cooled by the smell and shaken snow from hats and scunners. And his eternal appearance was not hurt by the thousand storms, and again flew to the height of the heavens, and danced cheerfully like a young man. I saw them hiding their terrible expression. "In order to convey my thoughts, they are like an eternal god," Tired of the stars shining, "and" "with a tulip and moth knitted with a moth on a green carpet that hides its greatness. And the masked men < Span> and where will this messenger fleet come? The fans are sincerely expecting something sweet. Tomorrow is as if the night's dream has disappeared. Besides the houses, more fresh greenery spreads, men and maiden have more scarlet hatred, and the time is like a new relay with the shining maiden every May, and the summer does not fade. As if the girls mature with beauty. I saw the sprouting spring departure, marching north every day and welcoming a silent ancient cavalry in a dignified train. Who is that traveler? The pilgrims ran straight on the day, noon, day and night. Every day was bent in distortion, low, short, cold and snow. In the delightful spring, they threw a wreath. Many flowers and many jewels were cooled by the smell and shaken snow from hats and scunners. And his eternal appearance was not hurt by the thousand storms, and again flew to the height of the heavens, and danced cheerfully like a young man. I saw them hiding their terrible expression. "In order to convey my thoughts, they are like an eternal god," Tired of the stars shining, "and" "with a tulip and moth knitted with a moth on a green carpet that hides its greatness. And the masked men and where would this messenger fleet come? The fans are sincerely expecting something sweet. Tomorrow is as if the night's dream has disappeared. Besides the houses, more fresh greenery spreads, men and maiden have more scarlet hatred, and the time is like a new relay with the shining maiden every May, and the summer does not fade. As if the girls mature with beauty. I saw the sprouting spring departure, marching north every day and welcoming a silent ancient cavalry in a dignified train. Who is that traveler? The pilgrims ran straight on the day, day, day and night. Every day was bent in distortion, low, short, cold and snow. In the delightful spring, they threw a wreath. Many flowers and many jewels were cooled by the smell and shaken snow from hats and scunners. And his eternal appearance was not hurt by the thousand storms, and again flew to the height of the heavens, and danced cheerfully like a young man. I saw them hiding their terrible expression. "In order to convey my thoughts, they are like an eternal god," Tired of the stars shining, "and" "with a tulip and moth knitted with a moth on a green carpet that hides its greatness. Masked men

POET

If nature gives me a joy, don't complain about this deception. " ah! I'm full of faithful calendar for a thousand years. The exact number of days, the exact time of the clan drawn on the flowers. I know a reliable calendar that birds will return accurately in that era. Go through the arch of the crystal, and every time you fly, you will see the course. Duskis parrow flocks, jumps in, flies freely, and suddenly hugs everyone in the hole on the wall and in his own place in the apple tree. I welcome the fresh chorus heard from Cuba's palms and reeds with joy. The best gems of natural cabinets wet in the southern country, the favorite of children, the perfect virtues of the bars, spring, the birds, your songs, your appearance, your rhythmical Flying, the joy of your heart, your manners, hedges, a barn, or the roof nestle, here, your room here-Durability, forgive our shortcomings, forgive a man, like a Lubber friend. I teach the troublesome courage and honesty of fighting and elegance! The poet praised the hidden wine in the milk I got. < SPAN> If nature gives me a joy again, I will not complain about such deception. " ah! I'm full of faithful calendar for a thousand years. The exact number of days, the exact time of the clan drawn on the flowers. I know a reliable calendar that birds will return accurately in that era. Go through the crystal arch, and every time you fly, you will see the course. Duskis parrow flocks, jumps in, flies freely, and suddenly hugs everyone in the hole on the wall and in his own place in the apple tree. I welcome the fresh chorus heard from Cuba's palms and reeds with joy. The best gems of natural cabinets wet in the southern country, the favorite of children, the perfect virtues of the bars, spring, the birds, your songs, your appearance, your rhythmical Flying, the joy of your heart, your manners, hedges, a barn, or the roof nestle, here, your room here-Durability, forgive our shortcomings, forgive a man, like a Lubber friend. I teach the troublesome courage and honesty of fighting and elegance! The poet praised the hidden wine in the milk I got. If nature gives me a joy, don't complain about this deception. " ah! I'm full of faithful calendar for a thousand years. The exact number of days, the exact time of the clan drawn on the flowers. I know a reliable calendar that birds will return accurately in that era. Go through the crystal arch, and every time you fly, you will see the course. Duskis parrow flocks, jumps in, flies freely, and suddenly hugs everyone in the hole on the wall and in his own place in the apple tree. I welcome the fresh chorus heard from Cuba's palms and reeds with joy. The best gems of natural cabinets wet in the southern country, the favorite of children, the perfect virtues of the bars, spring, the birds, your songs, your appearance, your rhythmical Flying, the joy of your heart, your manners, hedges, a barn, or the roof nestle, here, your room here-Durability, forgive our shortcomings, forgive a man, like a Lubber friend. I teach the troublesome courage and honesty of fighting and elegance! The poet praised the hidden wine in the milk I got.

BOTANIST

When the northern storm shakes the forest and raises swell on the long cut on the beach, the artistic breeze tears all the sounds and drowns all the sounds except the sacred words in their rich breasts. Report only a symphony purified by the ears full. Strangely, it is trained by barking waves, and soft music discourages the Indian warrior. Sleeping softly in the south wind: Opa l-colored sun rings are laid on your wide unexplored area, and people are surprised. The foreseen of the Elder Gods, the inner power revived by Prometheus, a Prometheus, a prometheus for all harm. Review of more treasures or far away from the distant tomorrow. Talking from the tongue of the flowers, the te n-sided laurel speaks, and sings from the song of Oriol. Can we be able to criticize us, like you, criticize us and laugh at our hope? Or maybe you, like you, persuade the brightness of the air and the glitter of the morning dew like a trap. Or who grudges the genius and evil?

GARDENER

In August 1858, the regular publication dedicated to my parliamentary parliamentary, and if they draw their various portraits, Chosar would not have such a good crew, and there was no decamelon Bocas. It would be. We crossed the Sharp River with friends with Keathville. After that, he drove a powerful country cart and headed for Lake Adirondak and climbed the Author Creek. I chose a boat on Martins Beach and put a boat and guide on each one. The next morning, we rowed the Saranak River with the blessing sky and arrived at Round Lake. In Round Lake, unnamed giants, such as Tough, Seaword, McKin Tire, and Bold Head, surrounded us. We were satisfied with these great friends, and we glidly drained with the wreath on the hill instead of flowers. We have increased the distance of our boats, boats, and our distance, as they listen to orchids alone. In a bright morning, the cheerful line passes through the flag of a shining flag like a bayonet, passes through the flowerbed possessed by the gold moth, passes through the fragrant bank of white and gold, and the deer eats at night. Go through the Upper Salanak River, go back to the Palais Racket, go through a small curlyed passage, which is a pillow water and a pillow and spong e-like wetland in Lake Lou. Proceed to crawl about 2 miles.

FORESTER

Like a saxophone and Sue tribe, he lies on the branches of Hemlock and welcomes happy changes. Nature will soon adapt the sons, but it will be too late to return to the virgin. Except for dredging, sailors do not suffer from cold. In the forest, delicate servants sleep in a fragrant grass, like a feathered bed, without drinking coffee. At dawn, they felt the light air circulating in the forest clothes and returned to the boy. At the first climb of the huge stairs, I am a little late and happy to escape from their duty. On the rock, there is no place to warn the public opinion poll, there is no doorbell to notify the visitors, there is no waiting for the messenger, there is no letter, plowing, harvesting, or buying or selling. 。 Even if the frost falls, the crop does not flow blood, and the rainfall does not ruin the feast. We were released from the rules of the forest and were dressed in the same way as nature. In the Lake in Adirondak, the guide is rowed barefoot in the morning and noon: Make a short gown with shoes, flannel shirts, Cursey pants, wear a coat on night or on rainy days, and take off in the morning: << Like SPAN> Saxophone and Sue tribe, he lies on the branches of hemlock and welcome happy changes. Nature will soon adapt the sons, but it will be too late to return to the virgin. Except for dredging, sailors do not suffer from cold. In the forest, delicate servants sleep in a fragrant grass, like a feathered bed, without drinking coffee. At dawn, they felt the light air circulating in the forest clothes and returned to the boy. At the first climb of the huge stairs, I am a little late and happy to escape from their duty. On the rock, there is no place to warn the public opinion poll, there is no doorbell to notify the visitors, there is no waiting for the messenger, there is no letter, plowing, harvesting, or buying or selling. 。 Even if the frost falls, the crop does not flow blood, and the rainfall does not ruin the feast. We were released from the rules of the forest and were dressed in the same way as nature. In the Lake in Adirondak, the guide is rowed barefoot in the morning and noon: Make a short gown with shoes, flannel shirts, cage pants, wear a coat on night or rainy days, and take off in the morning. Like the Sue tribe, lying on the branches of Hemlock and welcoming a happy change. Nature will soon adapt the sons, but it will be too late to return to the virgin. Except for dredging, sailors do not suffer from cold. In the forest, delicate servants sleep in a fragrant grass, like a feathered bed, without drinking coffee. At dawn, they felt the light air circulating in the forest clothes and returned to the boy. At the first climb of the huge stairs, I am a little late and happy to escape from their duty. On the rock, there is no place to warn the public opinion poll, there is no doorbell to notify the visitors, there is no waiting for the messenger, there is no letter, plowing, harvesting, or buying or selling. 。 Even if the frost falls, the crop does not flow blood, and the rainfall does not ruin the feast. We were released from the rules of the forest and were dressed in the same way as nature. In the Lake in Adirondak, the guide is rowed barefoot in the morning and noon: Make a short gown with shoes, flannel shirts, Cursey pants, wear a coat on night or on rainy days, and take off in the morning.

NORTHMAN

From Camp Maple to the north, from Osprey Bay in the south, he searched for all the crabs, and observed a loud squealing dog hitting a deer or hitting a rough surface in search of trout. Or take a bath or jump from the rock at noon. Our gunshots and screams are echoed. Alternatively, listen to Leash's laughter. Alternatively, look at the last red, pine matrix. Alternatively, a quiet night hunter rowing on a row of akasika to determine the square of fog under a boat's bow under a light jack. Listen to this confused roar! The forest tree falls! Standing stunned at the light of the meteor, the deer, who is about to escape, still does not scare. Our heroes pointed their rifles to the target of 6 rods, 16 rods, 20 rods, or 45 rods. Occasionally, there was a sudden laugh, like a crack of a rifle gun, and a counterattack and a counterattack with their witnesses. Alternatively, there was a party competing with the rumored lake explorers and competing for almost soun d-like skills. The two doctors in the camp chopped the killed deer, weighed the square brain, and captured lizards, lizards, salamanders, crabs, rats, rats, snails, minnows and moths. Waterproof technologies < SPAN> Camp Maple, which can be used in water and in the air, from Camp Maple to the east bay in the south, search around all kinds of crabs, and loud dogs hit a deer or hit the rough surface in search of trouts. Was observed. Or take a bath or jump from the rock at noon. Our gunshots and screams are echoed. Alternatively, listen to Leash's laughter. Alternatively, look at the last red, pine matrix. Alternatively, a quiet night hunter rowing on a row of akasika to determine the square of fog under a boat's bow under a light jack. Listen to this confused roar! The forest tree falls! Standing stunned at the light of the meteor, the deer, who is about to escape, still does not scare. Our heroes pointed their rifles to the target of 6 rods, 16 rods, 20 rods, or 45 rods. Occasionally, there was a sudden laugh like a cracking of a rifle gun, and their witnessed sorties and counterattacks. Alternatively, there was a party competing with the rumored lake explorers and competing for almost soun d-like skills. The two doctors in the camp chopped the killed deer, weighed the square brain, and captured lizards, lizards, salamanders, crabs, rats, rats, snails, minnows and moths. I searched around all kinds of crabs, from the waterproof technical camp maple that can be used in water and in the air to the north, from the Osprey Bay in the south, and observed the loud dog hitting a deer or hitting a rough surface in search of trout. 。 Or take a bath or jump from the rock at noon. Our gunshots and screams are echoed. Alternatively, listen to Leash's laughter. Alternatively, look at the last red, pine matrix. Alternatively, a quiet night hunter rowing on a row of akasika to determine the square of fog under a boat's bow under a light jack. Listen to this confused roar! The forest tree falls! Standing stunned at the light of the meteor, the deer, who is about to escape, still does not scare. Our heroes pointed their rifles to the target of 6 rods, 16 rods, 20 rods, or 45 rods. Occasionally, there was a sudden laugh, like a crack of a rifle gun, and a counterattack and a counterattack with their witnesses. Alternatively, there was a party competing with the rumored lake explorers and competing for almost soun d-like skills. The two doctors in the camp chopped the killed deer, weighed the square brain, and captured lizards, lizards, salamanders, crabs, rats, rats, snails, minnows and moths. Waterproof technology that can be used in water and in the air

FROM ALCUIN

The blueflies and mosquitoes smeared our necks, hands and ankles with red bands. But on the second day we did not look after them, nay, we welcomed them kindly, whom we had ridiculed before with destructive names. For whom we would protect our leafy tents from the fierce intrusion of the traveling crowd; who, before, nothing but the mosquitoes, mosquitoes and flies that had ravaged IT with patience. Our bubbles, we drank ale and wine from the hunters' bread; the butler gave us vegetables and trout, potatoes, beans and wheat; all ate like abbots, and if we lost a point, we hastened the loss cheerfully with the appetite and spices of the hunters; and the stillman, the guide of the guide, and the admiral, Crusoe, the Crusader, Pius Aeneas declared aloud, "chronic indigestion never came from eating food independently": no doubt, but the visitor of the Graver considered to these souls the culmination of upheaval "in all its hint and glory of home." Who can tell what sudden conditions were sought and found in the cries of scholars who had left duty, this oread paradise, like a chapel in the artery of the city, where Gaunt wipes his brow and labors to meditate a moment in heavenly rest? By what shall we judge?

EXCELSIOR

In the season, he falls into trauma from this expulsion, the rainbow time lies in his shining chair, storm encourages him to follow the heavy week, the sun hurried to lying down, both light in his fastest house. Invite him to wander. The three cruisers who entered the Big Tuppter, aiming for the glittering waterfall of Loud Bog River, suddenly encountered Vermirion, suddenly returned to Swift All. Someone was shaking a magazine printed by a traveler. The traveler wrote a large news slowly, calling out that the world's lon g-awaited report, the fact that the cable lying in the sea arrived on the shore and pulseed by the duel fire. The loud voice that resounds from the ship to the ship and the surroundings prais this happy miracle. When Links's hemisphere prove the act, it matches the equator of God and the art of art, raising the public behavior of human beings into a high level of witnessing clouds. In a long life, there are almost no such joy and surprise moment. It's like Grey Rock, Cedar Globe, and Christopher Christopher Christopher in the < Span> season, falls into trauma, lying on his shining chair, and storms along the heavy week. He prompts him, hurrys the sun, and both light invites him in his fastest house. The three cruisers who entered the Big Tuppter, aiming for the glittering waterfall of Loud Bog River, suddenly encountered Vermirion, suddenly returned to Swift All. Someone was shaking a magazine printed by a traveler. The traveler wrote a large news slowly, calling out that the world's lon g-awaited report, the fact that the cable lying in the sea arrived on the shore and pulseed by the duel fire. The loud voice that resounds from the ship to the ship and the surroundings prais this happy miracle. When Links's hemisphere prove the act, it matches the equator of God and the art of art, raising the public behavior of human beings into a high level of witnessing clouds. In a long life, there are almost no such joy and surprise moment. It's like Grey Rock, Cedar Globe, and Christopher Christopher Christopher Christopher falling him into trauma from this expulsion, lying on his shining chairs, and storms to follow the heavy week. The sun rushes to wander, and both light invites him in his fastest house. The three cruisers who entered the Big Tuppter, aiming for the glittering waterfall of Loud Bog River, suddenly encountered Vermirion, suddenly returned to Swift All. Someone was shaking a magazine printed by a traveler. The traveler wrote a large news slowly, calling out that the world's lon g-awaited report, the fact that the cable lying in the sea arrived on the shore and pulseed by the duel fire. The loud voice that resounds from the ship to the ship and the surroundings prais this happy miracle. When Links's hemisphere prove the act, it matches the equator of God and the art of art, raising the public behavior of human beings into a high level of witnessing clouds. In a long life, there are almost no such joy and surprise moment. It's like Gray Rock, Cedar Glove, and Christopher Christopher Christopher Christopher

Not by philosophers did he win the most glorious laurels of all time. "Always have been, and always will be. The hand and the head are rivals. But this Prometheus, this Jove, however hidden, the other stole fire from Jove. Not the Iroquois or the cannibals, but always the free race will lift their brows, receive instruction from the wisest, accomplish great deeds, and exalt mankind. You will not be suspicious if your son or a stranger eats the fruit: it is enough for man to eat and be at ease. We leave the city, but we take the best with us. Experienced selectors, those who know what they want, the armed eyes of experts. We praise our guides, we admire the life of the forest: but for books, art, and disciplined experiments, will we sacrifice our beloved traditions, or consider the Sioux as opponents of the Agassiz? No, not! On the borders of the rugged Indian wilderness, from a wooden hut, the notes of Beethoven flow.

BORROWING

Like solving the riddle of the Sphinx.

NATURE

Whether the red killer thinks he is being beaten, whether the killed thinks he is being killed, they do not know well my subtle ways. Far, forgotten, yet close to me. Shadow and sunlight alike. My vanished gods appear. To me they are shame and fame. They think it a sickness to have left me behind. When they fly, I am the wing. I am the doubter, the doubter, I am the hymn sung by the Brahmins. The mighty gods seek my abode, and in vain long for the holy seven; But thou, fair one who loves good! Find me, and return him to heaven.

FATE

Already blushing cheeks, and bosoms thought thou shouldst speak? Birds fly home, no matter how far from clouds and islands. Girls are frightened, afraid, and flee into the alluring traps they avoided. And every man, for love or pride, never widens the width of his destiny. Is the woman's fan the smooth sea? Or the stony pulque soothes? Or the tapa illumines the darkness of chaos? In spite of virtue and the muse, Nemesis has an end.

HOROSCOPE

Deep within man, destiny quickly settles, which shapes his destiny, whether it be lowly or great, Cromwell's measure and degree was unknown to me. The goodness and badness of his son-in-law are unknown to his horse. He works, schemes, fights, in rude matters, compares brooms, lords, kings, his vessels, until he finds that Broad England has no uniform for him, by the obedience of time, by the same vaulted throne, he finally possesses genius. Prophecy follows what is thus proclaimed. Or prophecy that waits is the same as genius that creates.

POWER

If I had only ever felt like it, I could have tried my hand at the "Hymn of Freedom" with my own poem: "No, no. Its name is too precious to speak, its gifts too precious to pray, its passion to be expressed only by beating of the breast. Or if it shines in thy heart, it will harmonize the stars with thy own, draw the angels to live with thee, and make thy archangels' thoughts like this. Thou shalt know the secret of freedom. Not for cloaks or food. Feel and do what is right."

CLIMACTERIC

On July 4, 1857, the singing voice at the Concord City Hall filled his supe r-modest blue howling gently with flames. One morning in the sky, one morning in our desires. The cannon sounds from the town to the town, our heartbeats are as good as that, the joy of the joy hits a newspaper, and the children's voices bless. For him, covering the land and the sea, and throwing a blue and wide folds that spread on e-third of the sky for the freedom flag. People are ripe Saxon people to build equal nations. united states of america! Don't entrust your beliefs and talk with a double tongue. He does not understand the sea or land, does not reach the heavens, and fights for the rights swinging down from the other hand. Fair at home. Then, write an honor toward the sea and offer a wide role in the Atlantic Ocean, a freedom ferry. And in the future, there is no chain except under the sea, and the cable will humming free songs. The conscious stars agree in the sky, and the Waters go under the wild, and through the cable, and his burning things go. He works expensive and wisely. There is no pause in his plan, he will take the sun from the sky. < SPAN> On July 4, 1857, the singing voice at the Concord City Hall filled his supe r-modest blue howling gently with flames. One morning in the sky, one morning in our desires. The cannon sounds from the town to the town, our heartbeats are as good as that, the joy of the joy hits a newspaper, and the children's voices bless. For him, covering the land and the sea, and throwing a blue and wide folds that spread on e-third of the sky for the freedom flag. People are ripe Saxon people to build equal nations. united states of america! Don't entrust your beliefs and talk with a double tongue. He does not understand the sea or land, does not reach the heavens, and fights for the rights swinging down from the other hand. Fair at home. Then, write an honor toward the sea and offer a wide role in the Atlantic Ocean, a freedom ferry. And in the future, there is no chain except under the sea, and the cable will humming free songs. The conscious stars agree in the sky, and the Waters go under the wild, and through the cable, and his burning things go. He works expensive and wisely. There is no pause in his plan, he will take the sun from the sky. On July 4, 1857, the singing voice at the Concord City Hall filled his supe r-modest blue howling gently with flames. One morning in the sky, one morning in our desires. The cannon sounds from the town to the town, our heartbeats are as good as that, the joy of the joy hits a newspaper, and the children's voices bless. For him, covering the land and the sea, and throwing a blue and wide folds that spread on e-third of the sky for the freedom flag. People are ripe Saxon people to build equal nations. united states of america! Don't entrust your beliefs and talk with a double tongue. He does not understand the sea or land, does not reach the heavens, and fights for the rights swinging down from the other hand. Fair at home. Then, write an honor toward the sea and offer a wide role in the Atlantic Ocean, a freedom ferry. And in the future, there is no chain except under the sea, and the cable will humming free songs. The conscious stars agree in the sky, and the Waters go under the wild, and through the cable, and his burning things go. He works expensive and wisely. There is no pause in his plan, he will take the sun from the sky.

HERI, CRAS, HODIE

Reading at the Music Hall, January 1, 1863. At night, the words of the Lord watching over the pilgrims filled their hearts with fire as they sat by the sea. God said, "I am weary of kings, until in the morning my ears bring forth the wrath of the poor. Do you think I have made this sphere a place of chaos and war, that tyrants great and small may oppress the weak and the poor? My angel, whose name is Liberty; he shall narrow the way of the east and the west, and with his wings shall he bar you. Rova! I will discover the land hidden long ago in the west; as the sculptor does his best, and reveals the statue; I will show you Columbia, a rock that steps into the sea, and rises into the clouds and boron swarms. I will divide my goods. Call the wretched and the slaves: let no man rule but the humble. And none shall have any. I shall have no nobles, nor any lineage that is called great. Fishermen and woodcutters and ploughmen form a nation. Go, cut down the trees of the forest, and cut off the straightest branches. Cut down the trees of the forest, and build me a wooden house. Call together the men, the young men, and the sowers and the diggers, those who hire and those who hire. And in this house of pine they will choose their men.

MEMORY

There is no ceasing, no moving. My will be done. By daylight and in darkness, My thunder has eyes to see its way.

LOVE

Low and sad tension, a proud idea to leave me? Belief, pain, meaning of tropical sea. It is low and gentle among the germs where the captured body was connected to the chain. A cracker that steals from the African African plains. From an unfortunate son to an unfortunate son ... Having his property left his breath was a song that stuffed his breath, and his chain when his life became a chain. What is his mistakes and what is his sin? Or what is the Il Planet that crossed his peak? Does the song remain the thirsty spear under the vulture's beak? He pulled out from his mother's arm and chest, left behind, was disappointed here, and his hammer was to make his best ice with jealousy. The great people of the Senate State are lined up, and the natives are proud and governed by the hero for the sons. They are trying to cut off the chains that tied the Dasky tribe, controlled by the intense contempt of owners invited by the "union" bribe. Fate sitting and said: "Your species must pay for pain. I will meet on the harvest day to hide your timid head in a fake peace." II Freedom All wings are expanding and do not compete in narrow places. The wide truck pursues land other than plants. It loves poor and noble races. Attachment < Span> Low and sad tension, a proud idea to leave me? Belief, pain, meaning of tropical sea. It is low and gentle among the germs where the captured body was connected to the chain. A cracker that steals from the African African plains. From an unfortunate son to an unfortunate son ... Having his property left his breath was a song that stuffed his breath, and his chain when his life became a chain. What is his mistakes and what is his sin? Or what is the Il Planet that crossed his peak? Does the song remain the thirsty spear under the vulture's beak? He pulled out from his mother's arm and chest, left behind, was disappointed here, and his hammer was to make his best ice with jealousy. The great people of the Senate State are lined up, and the natives are proud and governed by the hero for the sons. They are trying to cut off the chains that tied the Dasky tribe, controlled by the intense contempt of owners invited by the "union" bribe. Fate sitting and said: "Your species must pay for pain. I will meet on the harvest day to hide your timid head in a fake peace." II Freedom All wings are expanding and do not compete in narrow places. The wide truck pursues land other than plants. It loves poor and noble races. Attachment low, sad tension, a proud idea trying to leave me? Belief, pain, meaning of tropical sea. It is low and gentle among the germs where the captured body was connected to the chain. A cracker that steals from the African African plains. From an unfortunate son to an unfortunate son ... Having his property left his breath was a song that stuffed his breath, and his chain when his life became a chain. What is his mistakes and what is his sin? Or what is the Il Planet that crossed his peak? Does the song remain the thirsty spear under the vulture's beak? He pulled out from his mother's arm and chest, left behind, was disappointed here, and his hammer was to make his best ice with jealousy. The great people of the Senate State are lined up, and the natives are proud and governed by the hero for the sons. They are trying to cut off the chains that tied the Dasky tribe, controlled by the intense contempt of owners invited by the "union" bribe. Fate sitting and said: "Your species must pay for pain. I will meet on the harvest day to hide your timid head in a fake peace." II Freedom All wings are expanding and do not compete in narrow places. The wide truck pursues land other than plants. It loves poor and noble races. attachment

SACRIFICE

Steal the memory of the sadness of young and old! Those who have their own visuals are their subtle thoughts, close their games, and bring them to their empty breasts. However, God and the best friends are warned by inner voices in an evil era, and serve their rules and choices without hearing darkness and fear. The surroundings are full of danger, the others are terrible, the cannon, lea d-colored rain, and his duty to the calling truck that was not wasteful through the call to call. Fighting, falling, justice always wins.

PERICLES

V is a laurel flower flower that is a brave leader in fighting. I look at the wreath, listen to songs that praise eternal rights: The terrible victor, the scarce, and those who are trying to destroy, and the victory of them are in our falls, or our joy. Hide them inside: they never arrive and never sleep. The fate grass grows on the valley hill and is sharp and dense in the castle.

CASELLA

Cupid and Muse, two travelers with various travelers use highway. There is nothing hidden in the twins. Close your hands and pass through every corner of nature: Born for each other, you can decorate them best. The only thing they know is the sadness to be dead. When the pilgrims lost each other by a false companion.

SHAKSPEARE

It is una that illuminates the cloudy dreams, and the cloudy dreams; still on a trip. Walk around east and west. In the cottage, I do not do fraudulent acts in my home thinking, in my job. If you accidentally pull me wide at home, half sits next to you and see Una. In my house and garden, my beloved, my beloved, I miss it. However, I search for people in a foreign country, and people explore with a foreign face. At home, a deeper thinking illuminates the inner sky with a crisolite, and I have a ray from afar, a more dear days aurora. But if I navigate my sea or run on a shining railway, I'm just the most beautiful traveler. In this way, the noble poet's name in a foreign country is blown away by fame, he is sought in its own country, hidden and unknown. "Wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, still wandering, wandering, but still walking east and west. In cottage In my work, I don't flirt at home, but I will sit in my house and the garden. I miss it, but I search for a foreign face, and the deeper thought in my house, and I was a ray. If I sailed my own sea or run on a shining railway, I was just a loving, lobbing, so cloudy. Una is still a journey, and in my homes, I do not have a west. Sit up to my house and the garden, but I miss it in a foreign country. At home, the deeper thinking illuminates the inner sky, and I won the waters on a more dear day. If you run in a small run, I am just the most beautiful traveler, and the names of the noble poet are blown away, and he is hidden in the country. Unknown, "Wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering. In my cottage, I do not flirt in my home and look at my house. But I miss it, but I search for a foreign face, which illuminates the inner sky. If I sailed my sea or a shining railway, I just ran on a ray or a more dear day. It is una that illuminates the cloudy dreams. If you accidentally pull me wide at home, half sits next to you and see Una. In my house and garden, my beloved, my beloved, I miss it. However, I search for people in a foreign country, and people explore with a foreign face. At home, a deeper thinking illuminates the inner sky with a crisolite, and I have a ray from afar, a more dear days aurora. But if I navigate my sea or run on a shining railway, I'm just the most beautiful traveler. In this way, the noble poet's name in a foreign country is blown away by fame, he is sought in its own country, hidden and unknown. "Wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, wandering, still wandering, and still walking east and west. In cottage In my work, I don't flirt at home, but I will sit in my house and the garden. I miss it, but I search for a foreign face, and the deeper thought in my house, and I was a ray. I might welcome the aurora on a dear day, but if I ran on my sea or a shining railway, I'm just M.

HAFIZ

Sicut Patribus, Sit Deus Nobis From the rocky hills and three farms I look eastward, and twice daily the flowing sea takes Boston in its arms. Hard and poor were the men of old, and on every shore they ran for bread. And wherever they went to trade, they did what free men could. Their incredible manners made every man a man. The world was made for honest trade. The waves that rocked them deep told them its secrets. The winds that lulled the youth to sleep said, "We are free and bold." The meek waves refused to be slaves to maritime empires. Old Europe sighs in palaces and has many lords, but we plant and build poor cities on the shining sea. If liberty be lost, to profit by cultivation, by sailing, by the land, by life, shall we give dukedoms to a few, and hold them as rights, and be equal on Sundays at the pew, and on Mondays at the mall? We shall encourage the noble workman, and exclude the rogue and the fool. Every honest man shall have the vote, and every child a school. A union of honest men, or a union that will never be again? The briers and the thorns shall hang the good men. Sicut Patribus, Sit Deus Nobis. Rocky hills with hills, from three farms, looking eastward, Twice daily the running sea took Boston in its arms. Men were once hard and poor, and ran for bread on every coast; and wherever they went to trade, they did what free men could. Their incredible manners made every man a man. The world was made for honest trade. The waves that rocked them deep told them its secrets; the winds that lulled the youth to sleep said, "We are free and bold." The meek waves refused to be slaves to the maritime empire. Old Europe sighs in palaces and has many lords, but we plant and build poor cities on the shining sea. If liberty is lost, to profit by cultivation and sailing, by land and life, shall we give dukedoms to a few and hold them as rights, and be equal on Sundays in the pews and on Mondays in the malls? We will encourage the noble craftsman and reject the knave and fool. Every honest man has a vote, and every child has a school. A union of honest men, or a union that will never be repeated? The briers and thorns hang the good men. Sicut Patribus, Sit Deus Nobis From the rocky hills and three farms I look eastward, and twice daily the flowing sea takes Boston in its arms. Hard and poor were the men of old, and on every shore they ran for bread. And wherever they went to trade, they did what free men could. Their incredible manners made every man a man. The world was made for honest trade. The waves that rocked them deep told them its secrets. The winds that lulled the youth to sleep said, "We are free and bold." The meek waves refused to be slaves to maritime empires. Old Europe sighs in palaces and has many lords, but we plant and build poor cities on the shining sea. If liberty be lost, to profit by cultivation, by sailing, by the land, by life, shall we give dukedoms to a few, and hold them as rights, and be equal on Sundays in the pews, and on Mondays in the malls? We shall encourage the noble workman, and exclude the scoundrel and the fool. Every honest man shall have the vote, and every child a school. A union of honest men, or a union that will never be repeated? The briers and the thorns shall hang the good men.

NATURE IN LEASTS

And who can blame it even if Indio steals tea, combines the chest and chest, and leaves the same thing in a laughing sea? If freedom is lost, what is hoe, sails, earth and life? "The townspeople were born as the King of British, found a friendship to the French people, and" a generous sea that is not frustrated by the patriot of the patriotism on a wooden bench! The day I still remember! A happy harbor who found a sail that hit Rafayet! Polish stars shining on European nights. The kings tremble with fear, and the old empire searches for the secrets of who made a small nation to protect the rights of all mankind. However, the righ t-wing has demonstrated all over the world. The loyalty clinging from the state to the state, both good and sick, are driven by war, freedom cheers, and the bell of joy resounds. The sea returns every day and recovers the world market. So, all residents living in Boston Bay should be in Boston until the sound is erased in the snow or the blue sea covers the city. Hundreds of thousands of blood pulse all masculinity blood vessels. You, you, thou, you, you, thou, you, you, you, your wisdom in your mind. You can teach the lightning to the lightning, and your voice reaches all the earth. And everyone will care for each other, and everyone in the world will care for each other.

Every day, the ship and the ship carry words. So for those who are not afraid. Looking at the sea while convinced that the words brought by the ship are the words they want to hear.

TRANSLATIONS

SONNET OF MICHEL ANGELO BUONAROTTI

They brought Ruby from the mine and kept in the sun. I said that it is a frozen wine drop from Eden's reservoir. I looked again, and I thought they were my friend's heart to an unknown friend. The tide is trapped in a sparkling stone, and it must warm all next to each other. However, the fire that melts the crimson snow breaks the fascinating ice and gives the red tide of love. < SPAN> And who can blame it, even if Indio steals tea, flakes the chest and chest, and leaves the same thing in a laughing sea? If freedom is lost, what is hoe, sails, earth and life? "The townspeople were born as the King of British, found a friendship to the French people, and" a generous sea that is not frustrated by the patriot of the patriotism on a wooden bench! The day I still remember! A happy harbor who found a sail that hit Rafayet! Polish stars shining on European nights. The kings tremble with fear, and the old empire searches for the secrets of who made a small nation to protect the rights of all mankind. However, the righ t-wing was demonstrated around the world. The loyalty clinging from the state to the state, both good and sick, are driven by war, freedom cheers, and the bell of joy resounds. The sea returns every day and recovers the world market. So, all residents living in Boston Bay should be in Boston until the sound is erased in the snow or the blue sea covers the city. Hundreds of thousands of blood pulse all masculinity blood vessels. You, you, thou, you, you, thou, you, you, you, your wisdom in your mind. You can teach the lightning to the lightning, and your voice reaches all the earth. And everyone will care for each other, and everyone in the world will care for each other.

THE EXILE

Every day, the ship and the ship carry words. So for those who are not afraid. Looking at the sea while convinced that the words brought by the ship are the words they want to hear.

FROM HAFIZ

They brought Ruby from the mine and kept in the sun. I said that it is a frozen wine drop from Eden's reservoir. I looked again, and I thought they were my friend's heart to an unknown friend. The tide is trapped in a sparkling stone, and it must warm all next to each other. However, the fire that melts the crimson snow breaks the fascinating ice and gives the red tide of love. And who can blame it even if Indio steals tea, combines the chest and chest, and leaves the same thing in a laughing sea? If freedom is lost, what is hoe, sails, earth and life? "The townspeople were born as the King of British, found a friendship to the French people, and" a generous sea that is not frustrated by the patriot of the patriotism on a wooden bench! The day I still remember! A happy harbor who found a sail that hit Rafayet! Polish stars shining on European nights. The kings tremble with fear, and the old empire searches for the secrets of who made a small nation to protect the rights of all mankind. However, the righ t-wing was demonstrated around the world. The loyalty clinging from the state to the state, both good and sick, are driven by war, freedom cheers, and the bell of joy resounds. The sea returns every day and recovers the world market. So, all residents living in Boston Bay should be in Boston until the sound is erased in the snow or the blue sea covers the city. Hundreds of thousands of blood pulse all masculinity blood vessels. You, you, thou, you, you, thou, you, you, you, your wisdom in your mind. You can teach the lightning to the lightning, and your voice reaches all the earth. And everyone will care for each other, and everyone in the world will care for each other.

Every day, the ship and the ship carry words. So for those who are not afraid. Looking at the sea while convinced that the words brought by the ship are the words they want to hear.

EPITAPH

They brought Ruby from the mine and kept in the sun. I said, it's a frozen wine drop from Eden's reservoir. I looked again, and I thought they were my friend's heart to an unknown friend. The tide is trapped in a sparkling stone, and it must warm all next to each other. However, the fire that melts the crimson snow breaks the fascinating ice and gives the red tide of love.

Merlin Wise Learn the song, sang low, sang high, and punishes a bigger and proud person than a stronger. I sang it towards the crowd, the good guys shouted calmly, the bad men tied up with a chain and trapped in the cage-The center of the music has a distortion that only an angel can hear. 。 Did it wake up the delight or angry? Listen to what was sung with sharp gaze and true words. The first leaders should not say that everyone will use the seats that everyone aims for. The predecessors failed to plant a vantage ground in this land. The people who come tomorrow must not expect their good and truth. But you will count all paths and see the lightest load. You may be ordered to the one with the smallest, those who have less things and you, the son of Cindelan! Be careful not to carry heavy gold and materials and not be swayed by the task to be fulfilled. The most richest among all lords is the use, and Radi Health is the greatest muse. Living in the sun, swimming in the sea, drinking healthy wild air: When the star shines in May, the shepherd is grateful and the countries rejoice. The music that reaches deeper and heals all the sick is a heartfelt speech.

FRIENDSHIP

(Musa Lokitur) I hung my poem in the wind. The five lines were healthy and true; 5 lines were dirty in the most intense hot pot from the south. These syrocks could not melt and emitted intense flames, which was more white than noon in July. The sun's light cannot smooth the snow, and the poet cannot prolong the time. Do you have an eye to find 5 to survive 500? < SPAN> Merlin Wise I learn the song, sings low, sings high, punishes a bigger and proud person than a stronger. I sang it towards the crowd, the good guys shouted calmly, the bad men tied up with a chain and trapped in the cage-The center of the music has a distortion that only an angel can hear. 。 Did it wake up the delight or angry? Listen to what was sung with sharp gaze and true words. The first leaders should not say that everyone will use the seats that everyone aims for. The predecessors failed to plant a vantage ground in this land. The people who come tomorrow must not expect their good and truth. But you will count all paths and see the lightest load. You may be ordered to the one with the smallest, those who have less things and you, the son of Cindelan! Be careful not to carry heavy gold and materials and not be swayed by the task to be fulfilled. The most richest among all lords is the use, and Radi Health is the greatest muse. Living in the sun, swimming in the sea, drinking healthy wild air: When the star shines in May, the shepherd is grateful and the countries rejoice. The music that reaches deeper and heals all the sick is a heartfelt speech.

(Musa Lokitur) I hung my poem in the wind. The five lines were healthy and true; 5 lines were dirty in the most intense hot pot from the south. These syrocks could not melt and emitted intense flames, which was more white than noon in July. The sun's light cannot smooth the snow, and the poet cannot prolong the time. Do you have an eye to find 5 to survive 500? Merlin Wise Learn the song, sang low, sang high, and punishes a bigger and proud person than a stronger. I sang it towards the crowd, the good guys shouted calmly, the bad men tied up with a chain and trapped in the cage-The center of the music has a distortion that only an angel can hear. 。 Did it wake up the delight or angry? Listen to what was sung with sharp gaze and true words. The first leaders should not say that everyone will use the seats that everyone aims for. The predecessors failed to plant a vantage ground in this land. The people who come tomorrow must not expect their good and truth. But you will count all the paths and see the lightest load. You may be ordered to the one with the smallest, those who have less things and you, the son of Cindelan! Be careful not to carry heavy gold and materials and not be swayed by the task to be fulfilled. The most richest among all lords is the use, and Radi Health is the greatest muse. Living in the sun, swimming in the sea, drinking healthy wild air: When the star shines in May, the shepherd is grateful and the countries rejoice. The music that reaches deeper and heals all the sick is a heartfelt speech.

(Musa Lokitur) I hung my poem in the wind. The five lines were healthy and true; 5 lines were dirty in the most intense hot pot from the south. These syrocks could not melt and emitted intense flames, which was more white than noon in July. The sun's light cannot smooth the snow, and the poet cannot prolong the time. Do you have an eye to find 5 to survive 500?

FROM OMAR KHAYYAM

I, the Muse, who at the first dawn of the day, used to sing from Jove; A long, starry scene, rolling like a shot of thought over the stagnant earth: Lying, my song prevailed, and the wolf dropped his fangs, and the dragon his scales. We painted the sky with sweet May, the earth smiled with flowers, and man was born. And Asia fought a pastoral struggle, and the Nile retreated the granite rocks. Flying from Greece to Italy, I murmured much but kept calm; and sometimes mankind delighted me with bitter horoscopes, and spasms of fear for the balm of hope. And with better thoughts, I led my minstrels to speak of what the nations needed. Dante sought the triple sphere, and cast nature at his will, changing shape, changing color, swift or still, and, like a sculptor, engraved his great designs on the Alps and the Apennines. Druid power fell in the mists of Penmanmar, taught by the power of Plynlimon, English genius fills its full measure.

Sung in the Second Church at the ordination of the Rev. Chandler Robbins. We love the venerable home our fathers built for God. In heaven, the vows of their thanksgiving are kept, and the dust of their fathers attracts the hook. Here holy thoughts shine from many shining faces, and the prayers of humble virtue perfumed the place. Here restless hearts pondered the mysteries of life, and prayed that eternal light would clear their doubts and help them in their struggles. From the humble dwellings around Lamina, and in the church, they found the blessings that filled their homes again. For faith, peace, and strong love showed them the heavenly life that springs from the life below, by the stream of divinity. They live with God. Their homes are dust. But their children pray here, and in this fleeting trust through life, find the narrow path. You who stand by the altar, rain down your blessings on him, and speak your pure commandments through his lips. Winter knows how to easily shed snow, and the merciless spring is wise to the wildcat and the anemone. Nature hates art and pain, and the shy, brain-pulling diaphragm? Accidents and surprises are the apple of her eye. But she loves the poor and smites the candidate with her. Nature listens to the rose and to the bells of the berry, helps her friends and torments her enemies, and the wise God judges well. But her love is far superior to souls that can never be corrupted, to safe souls that live in happiness and do well because they wish, to walk the nameless road and achieve merit before they are known.

FROM ALI BEN ABU TALEB

They are game and good, but with variable moods, - the sad repeater again and again, it becomes all of all people. She is old but now weak, she throws her power on people, happy, barred and plural, she makes and shapes what they are, and what they call their town is not their way but hers, and what they say they built today, they learned about oak and fir trees. She takes men as Mallows-flesh, as heroes, as maidens, as flesh of her flesh. To her medicines, water and grain, she adds such flavours as she encounters, and gives them drink and food. Thus fed and grown, they are at her mercy. What is most theirs is not their own, but is lent to the men of iron and stone, and in what are supposed to be their works of art, virtuosity is still her part.

The sun sets and I laugh at my poor clothes. Fair moon is placed, and the beauty of gypsy beauty burns higher and higher. I don't need a northern girl! Make our race stupid. You are the prisoners who are exhausted in their indoor life. "If you play with the blood of Peller in Heath, you don't dare to whisper, if you play with the blood of the mask" ". Rocks and forests know that. The wild air sounds the lungs, and a bright star jumps into your eyes. You will not be able to read a hig h-place star without telling your fortune. The stars may be hidden in the sky, but we can understand you without glass.

FROM IBN JEMIN

The daughters of the time, hypocritical days, are marching in a cute and stupid, endless archive like barefoot ten. They offer bread, kingdom, stars, and the sky that holds all of them as gifts according to their will. I looked at the line in the garden, forget the morning wish, and hurriedly picked herbs and apple. And the sun went down and left. < SPAN> The sun sets and I laugh at my poor clothes. Fair moon is placed, and the beauty of gypsy beauty burns higher and higher. I don't need a northern girl! Make our race stupid. You are the prisoners who are exhausted in their indoor life. "If you play with the blood of Peller in Heath, you don't dare to whisper, if you play with the blood of the mask" ". Rocks and forests know that. The wild air sounds the lungs, and a bright star jumps into your eyes. You will not be able to read a hig h-place star without telling your fortune. The stars may be hidden in the sky, but we can understand you without glass.

THE FLUTE

The daughters of the time, hypocritical days, are marching in a cute and stupid, endless archive like barefoot ten. They offer bread, kingdom, stars, and the sky that holds all of them as gifts according to their will. I looked at the line in the garden, forget the morning wish, and hurriedly picked herbs and apple. And the sun went down and left. The sun sets and I laugh at my poor clothes. Fair moon is placed, and the beauty of gypsy beauty burns higher and higher. I don't need a northern girl! Make our race stupid. You are the prisoners who are exhausted in their indoor life. "If you play with the blood of Peller in Heath, you don't dare to whisper, if you play with the blood of the mask" ". Rocks and forests know that. The wild air sounds the lungs, and a bright star jumps into your eyes. You will not be able to read a hig h-place star without telling your fortune. The stars may be hidden in the sky, but we can understand you without glass.

TO THE SHAH

The daughters of the time, hypocritical days, are marching in a cute and stupid, endless archive like barefoot ten. They offer bread, kingdom, stars, and the sky that holds all of them as gifts according to their will. I looked at the line in the garden, forget the morning wish, and hurriedly picked herbs and apple. And the sun went down and left.

TO THE SHAH

If I could sing my forest and talk about what they were enjoying there, all men would gather in my garden and the city would be empty. Tulips do not bloom in my land. Wild maple grows from subtle autumn leaves in spring to autumn leaves. My garden is the outcrops of the forest, which is bundled by the old forest. The bank is inclined toward the blue edge of the lake, and eventually sinks into the deep edge. The flood once plowed it here and plowed the streets one by one. It turned later from the place where the flood flowed, and they were bleached and dried in the sun. Those who sowed the seeds rushed in a hurry. Not for fame, not the rules of the art, but the wind rolled it. The water that washes my garden is five years from flood to hoping, not playing on the legal network of nature, does not care about the moon or the tide of the sun. Here, the old Joven and all the gods flooded. Finally, love comes, and the muse comes after love. The sharp ears captured the syllable, as if they were talking to each other. Eorian harp in the pine resonates the song of fate. His choir is waiting for a young vulgar field, even in the distance. You can copy the sound of a wooden bell into a poem and cry. The wonderful poems of the gods, one meaning, and various tones. They sang the bliss of their homes to their trapped person. The words of the gods always resonate. However, the human ear pouch is not sealed in this vulgar life to hear. Wandering voices in the air, the world's noisy, tells what I can't tell, but still cannot be suppressed. When the shadow fell on the lake, the swirl became a wave, and the lucky breeze shined, broke down, and wrote a sign on thoughts. However, the meaning is clinging to the lake and cannot be transferred to a book or urn. Go now, go back later, and for the still burning waves and fences. These predict the fate of people. If someone can read it, you'll write "stay" on the sculpture. < SPAN> If you sing my forest and talk about what they are enjoying there, all men will gather in my garden and the city will be empty. Tulips do not bloom in my land. Wild maple grows from subtle autumn leaves in spring to autumn leaves. My garden is the outcrops of the forest, which is bundled by the old forest. The bank is inclined toward the blue edge of the lake, and eventually sinks into the deep edge. The flood once plowed it here and plowed the streets one by one. It turned later from the place where the flood flowed, and they were bleached and dried in the sun. Those who sowed the seeds rushed in a hurry. Not for fame, not the rules of the art, but the wind rolled it. The water that washes my garden is five years from flood to hoping, not playing on the legal network of nature, does not care about the moon or the tide of the sun. Here, the old Joven and all the gods flooded. Finally, love comes, and the muse comes after love. The sharp ears captured the syllable, as if they were talking to each other. Eorian harp in the pine resonates the song of fate. His choir is waiting for a young vulgar field, even in the distance. You can copy the sound of a wooden bell into a poem and cry. The wonderful poems of the gods, one meaning, and various tones. They sang the bliss of their homes to their trapped person. The words of the gods always resonate. However, the human ear pouch is not sealed in this vulgar life to hear. Wandering voices in the air, the world's noisy, tells what I can't tell, but still cannot be suppressed. When the shadow fell on the lake, the swirl became a wave, and the lucky breeze shined, broke down, and wrote a sign on thoughts. However, the meaning is clinging to the lake and cannot be transferred to a book or urn. Go now, go back later, and for the still burning waves and fences. These predict the fate of people. If someone can read it, you'll write "stay" on the sculpture. If I could sing my forest and talk about what they were enjoying there, all men would gather in my garden and the city would be empty. Tulips do not bloom in my land. Wild maple grows from subtle autumn leaves in spring to autumn leaves. My garden is the outcrops of the forest, which is bundled by the old forest. The bank is inclined toward the blue edge of the lake, and eventually sinks into the deep edge. The flood once plowed it here and plowed the streets one by one. It turned later from the place where the flood flowed, and they were bleached and dried in the sun. Those who sowed the seeds rushed in a hurry. Not for fame, not the rules of the art, but the wind rolled it. The water that washes my garden is five years from flood to hoping, not playing on the legal network of nature, does not care about the moon or the tide of the sun. Here, the old Joven and all the gods flooded. Finally, love comes, and the muse comes after love. The sharp ears captured the syllable, as if they were talking to each other. Eorian harp in the pine resonates the song of fate. His choir is waiting for a young vulgar field, even in the distance. You can copy the sound of a wooden bell into a poem and cry. The wonderful poems of the gods, one meaning, and various tones. They sang the bliss of their homes to their trapped person. The words of the gods always resonate. However, the human ear pouch is not sealed in this vulgar life to hear. Wandering voices in the air, the world's noisy, tells what I can't tell, but still cannot be suppressed. When the shadow fell on the lake, the swirl became a wave, and the lucky breeze shined, broke down, and wrote a sign on thoughts. However, the meaning is clinging to the lake and cannot be transferred to a book or urn. Go now, go back later, and for the still burning waves and fences. These predict the fate of people. If someone can read it, you'll write "stay" on the sculpture.

TO THE SHAH

day! Do you have two faces and have one place in two places? One is a humble farmer's face that is wet, forgetful, mean, and is useful, is a miserable, wet, wet, and serves for workers' lamps? The same fog has another side, it is a pride's sensation that looks brighter to tear the rich forest, ponds, and amber morning in the amber morning, and to show his shining islands. Is it? The day! And will your strength in the boddy use be successful? Will the sweet sky and the sea be a good partner with a cheating? Oh, the sun! I am training cruel rays! Harlot Day! Do you have two faces, one place to two places? "You, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou. The same fog has another side, it is a pride's sensation that looks brighter to tear the rich forest, ponds, and amber morning in the amber morning, and to show his shining islands. Is it? The day! And will your strength in the boddy use be successful? Will the sweet sky and the sea be a good partner with a cheating? Oh, the sun! I have a cruel ray: Return, return to chaos, a prostitute day! The day! Has two faces and make one place a place? One is to a humble farmer who saw it to a cold, wet, humble farmer, to a cold, wet, a humble farmer who saw it, and a cool, wet, and humble farmer. < SPAN> Day! Do you have two faces and have one place in two places? One is a humble farmer's face that is wet, forgetful, mean, and is useful, is a miserable, wet, wet, and serves for workers' lamps? The same fog has another side, it is a pride's sensation that looks brighter to tear the rich forest, ponds, and amber morning in the amber morning, and to show his shining islands. Is it? The day! And will your strength in the boddy use be successful? Will the sweet sky and the sea be a good partner with a cheating? Oh, the sun! I am training cruel rays! Harlot Day! Do you have two faces, one place to two places? "You, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou. The same fog has another side, it is a pride's sensation that looks brighter to tear the rich forest, ponds, and amber morning in the amber morning, and to show his shining islands. Is it? The day! And will your strength in the boddy use be successful? Will the sweet sky and the sea be a good partner with a cheating? Oh, the sun! I have a cruel ray: Return, return to chaos, a prostitute day! The day! Has two faces and make one place a place? One is to a humble farmer who saw it to a cold, wet, humble farmer, to a cold, wet, a humble farmer who saw it, and a cool, wet, and humble farmer. day! Do you have two faces and have one place in two places? One is a humble farmer's face that is wet, forgetful, mean, and is useful, is a miserable, wet, wet, and serves for workers' lamps? The same fog has another side, it is a pride's sensation that looks brighter to tear the rich forest, ponds, and amber morning in the amber morning, and to show his shining islands. Is it? The day! And will your strength in the boddy use be successful? Will the sweet sky and the sea be a good partner with a cheating? Oh, the sun! I am training cruel rays! Harlot Day! Do you have two faces, one place to two places? "You, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou, Thou. The same fog has another side, it is a pride's sensation that looks brighter to tear the rich forest, ponds, and amber morning in the amber morning, and to show his shining islands. Is it? The day! And will your strength in the boddy use be successful? Will the sweet sky and the sea be a good partner with a cheating? Oh, the sun! I have a cruel ray: Return, return to chaos, a prostitute day! The day! Has two faces and make one place a place? One is to a humble farmer who saw it to a cold, wet, humble farmer, to a cold, wet, a humble farmer who saw it, and a cool, wet, and humble farmer.

SONG OF SEYD NIMETOLLAH OF KUHISTAN

Against the cold of the Arctic, you will not be overwhelmed. Recently, I found a warm frost blood with the firewood buried in the snow. How to fight? My Foeman Fine has 1 million guns: east, west, it was useless to ask for help, east, west, north, south, that's his area. A few miles, dangerous 3 miles, hometown? The wind is borrowing. And end a lifetime! "Become a fleet, lie down in this wide bed and sleep; the wind will sing the dead-the martyr, the snow is not a hard cover, your moon is sad and covered in the clouds. Soft, soft. But they seem to be approaching such an oil, and when he puts a hard, homely and calm voice, he says! As with the heart of the sound and the happy throat, the soundy sound: "I'm glad to meet you in this area where the shadows become sparse in January." The poet was divorced, and was moved by hospitality, and when I passed Sylvan's fortress, I hurried to praise the court's honor, appropriate for the lord with wings. He flew close with a soft wings that brushed my hand, went to the branch, then flew low, imprinted a small impression on the snow, and showed a naked performance. < SPAN> If you deal with the cold of the Arctic, you will not be overwhelmed. Recently, I found a warm frost blood with the firewood buried in the snow. How to fight? My Foeman Fine has 1 million guns: east, west, it was useless to ask for help, east, west, north, south, that's his area. A few miles, dangerous 3 miles, hometown? The wind is borrowing. And end a lifetime! "Become a fleet, lie down in this wide bed and sleep; the wind will sing the dead-the martyr, the snow is not a hard cover, your moon is sad and covered in the clouds. Soft, soft. But they seem to be approaching such an oil, and when he puts a hard, homely and calm voice, he says! As with the heart of the sound and the happy throat, the soundy sound: "I'm glad to meet you in this area where the shadows become sparse in January." The poet was divorced, and was moved by hospitality, and when I passed Sylvan's fortress, I hurried to praise the court's honor, appropriate for the lord with wings. He flew close with a soft wings that brushed my hand, went to the branch, then flew low, imprinted a small impression on the snow, and showed a naked performance. Against the cold of the Arctic, you will not be overwhelmed. Recently, I found a warm frost blood with the firewood buried in the snow. How to fight? My Foeman Fine has 1 million guns: east, west, it was useless to ask for help, east, west, north, south, that's his area. A few miles, dangerous 3 miles, hometown? The wind is borrowing. And end a lifetime! "Become a fleet, lie down in this wide bed and sleep; the wind will sing the dead-the martyr, the snow is not a hard cover, your moon is sad and covered in the clouds. Soft, soft. But they seem to be approaching such an oil, and when he puts a hard, homely and calm voice, he says! As with the heart of the sound and the happy throat, the soundy sound: "I'm glad to meet you in this area where the shadows become sparse in January." The poet was divorced, and was moved by hospitality, and when I passed Sylvan's fortress, I hurried to praise the court's honor, appropriate for the lord with wings. He flew close with a soft wings that brushed my hand, went to the branch, then flew low, imprinted a small impression on the snow, and showed a naked performance.

V — APPENDIX

THE POET

I am also drilling holes in a hollow tree. And the fact that summer is attacked with a drowning beam in this shelter, I don't like the snow that snow comes with Tempest from blind flakes. For the soul, if the inside is intense, it may unexpectedly use the skin. And the frost in my extreme was against my frame made from the wind blowing outside. "I'm going home with the joy of borrowing back. Farewell, my pet! When your pilgrim comes here again, he will bring seed shops and bread waste. Don't doubt. As long as there is a bread on the earth, the greatest providence is the first to help the person in charge of your special person and strongly seek your needs. Play the song of joy in the future, for your choice, the men who misunderstand the clergy in the spring. In the winter, Caesar Oki must have heard of my bird's voice in the North Galia! I should be grateful for the fact that I came here to write a better clue. Listen to Rome's key, VENI, VIDI, VICI. If the snow comes from a blind flake with Tempest, if the soul is more intense, it may be an unexpected skin. I went back to my frame made from the wind, "I'm going home with the joy of borrowing. As long as you have a bread, you will be the best in charge of the earth as long as you have bread. Heaven will be a song of joy in the future for your chances and clergy in the spring. You make a frightening wing, and in the winter, you must hear your bird's voice in the Northern Galia! Responsive, you must have borrowed your fighting numbers and thank you for finding a better clue. Sometimes I didn't dream, and now listen to Rome's key! Veni, vidi, vici. And the fact that summer is attacked with a drowning beam in this shelter, I don't like the snow that snow comes with Tempest from blind flakes. For the soul, if the inside is intense, it may unexpectedly use the skin. And the frost in my extreme was against my frame made from the wind blowing outside. "I'm going home with the joy of borrowing back. Farewell, my pet! When your pilgrim comes here again, he will bring seed shops and bread waste. Don't doubt. As long as there is a bread on the earth, the greatest providence is the first to help the person in charge of your special person and strongly seek your needs. Play the song of joy in the future, for your choice, the men who misunderstand the clergy in the spring. In the winter, Caesar Oki must have heard of my bird's voice in the North Galia! I should be grateful for the fact that I came here to write a better clue. Listen to Rome's key!

FRAGMENTS ON THE POET AND THE POETIC GIFT

The musician is confident, his wisdom does not fail, he has never tasted a dirty wine, has never been bent. The age cannot gather his memory, and the sadness that does not have his voice descends the dominant scale from the tone of joy to the inner storm, and the steps of everyone in his storm cave. Forced. He knows all myths and says in that cause. People's muses are crowded and they don't often come. In the palace and market square, she doesn't speak. However, my bard knows the gods' advice, speaks, talks, knows the holy books, knows the spells, knows the hearts of nights and daytime, knows the hearts of girls and boys, knows the heart of tragedy and homosexuals. Know what is written on the table. Annual wheel talks by the sea and the earth. He makes all his knowledge into a dream like a dream and forms all extremes. Only children sing, only young people open spring. Who is a bard? When did he sing? Where do you live? The leader of the song gathered by poet in the feast is the windkinds flying to the cabin near me. Wind Koto, how strange it is! Gay for young people, (art is sweet, but the sweetest truth is the most sweet) in the hall, good < SPAN> musicians are confident, his wisdom does not fail, he was dirty. I have never tasted wine and have never been bent to an impossible passion. The age cannot gather his memory, and the sadness that does not have his voice descends the dominant scale from the tone of joy to the inner storm, and the steps of everyone in his storm cave. Forced. He knows all myths and says in that cause. People's muses are crowded and they don't often come. In the palace and market square, she doesn't speak. However, my bard knows the gods' advice, speaks, talks, knows the holy books, knows the spells, knows the hearts of nights and daytime, knows the hearts of girls and boys, knows the heart of tragedy and homosexuals. Know what is written on the table. Annual wheel talks by the sea and the earth. He makes all his knowledge into a dream like a dream and forms all extremes. Only children sing, only young people open spring. Who is a bard? When did he sing? Where do you live? The leader of the song gathered by poet in the feast is the windkinds flying to the cabin near me. Wind Koto, how strange it is! Gay for young people, (the art is sweet, but the sweetest truth is the most sweet truth) in the hall, good musicians are confident, his wisdom does not fail, he tastes dirty wine. I have never been bent to an impossible passion. The age cannot gather his memory, and the sadness that does not have his voice descends the dominant scale from the tone of joy to the inner storm, and the steps of everyone in his storm cave. Forced. He knows all myths and says in that cause. People's muses are crowded and they don't often come. In the palace and market square, she doesn't speak. However, my bard knows the gods' advice, speaks, talks, knows the holy books, knows the spells, knows the hearts of nights and daytime, knows the hearts of girls and boys, knows the heart of tragedy and homosexuals. Know what is written on the table. Annual wheel talks by the sea and the earth. He makes all his knowledge into a dream like a dream and forms all extremes. Only children sing, only young people open spring. Who is a bard? When did he sing? Where do you live? The leader of the song gathered by poet in the feast is the windkinds flying to the cabin near me. Wind Koto, how strange it is! Gay for young people, (art is sweet, but the sweetest truth is the most sweet) in the hall, good

"Bread singing voice" No one can make poetry "" You can't sing again on this occasion "Fascinating sight and singing voice" When you were walking between the oak tree that knew spring on the hill I heard the kepters' sharp questions. "" Sudden crying of heavy cocks "" Alcyon's squealing day was about to go, and I saw the fire of prostitutes flying in the plains. These sounds were the most distant signal, and the thoughts that woke up in him can only be made by his lonely windmills. Listening to the scrolls "" Human threads in the wheels that are in a wheels "Life, power, and pain" "" Very sweet, lamenting pressure drops, and the best thing is how the natural soul connects to the chords of Delph. It will tell you if you are. A while ago, beside me, who was listening, the windows were raised, and I looked at the youth field: I saw the beautiful boys on a horse. And I knew their appearance covered with flashy weeds, distant, long hidden from fate scattering, my youth friends, but stronger, bold than me. He was not an elegant, genius, and dressed up, and at the time, at the time, with many praise, they chased with unknown love and chased with passion. < Span> "Bread singing voice" No one can make poetry "" You can't sing on this occasion "Fascinating sight and singing voice" The boy walks between the oak trees that knew spring on the hill. When I was, I asked the keeper's sharp questions. "" Sudden cry of a heavy cock "" Alcyon's crying day was about to go, and I saw the fire of prostitutes flying through the plains. I was disappointed in the morning, the distant signal, and I woke up in him, and only his lonely windmills. Listen to the scrolls of the parke, the human thread in the wheels that is in a wheel, the thread of life, power and pain "" very sweet, lamenting pressure drops, and the best thing is the delho chord, which soul is the natural soul. It will tell you if you are tied like. A while ago, beside me, who was listening, the windows were raised, and I looked at the youth field: I saw the beautiful boys on a horse. And I knew their appearance covered with flashy weeds, distant, long hidden from fate scattering, my youth friends, but stronger, bold than me. He was not an elegant, genius, not my friend who was dressed, and at the time, and now, with many praise, they chased with unknown love and pursued with passion. "Bread singing voice" No one can make poetry "" You can't sing again on this occasion "Fascinating sight and singing voice" When you were walking between the oak tree that knew spring on the hill I heard the kepters' sharp questions. "" Sudden crying of heavy cocks "" Alcyon's squealing day was about to go, and I saw the fire of prostitutes flying in the plains. These sounds were the most distant signal, and the thoughts that woke up in him can only be made by his lonely windmills. Listening to the scrolls "" Human threads in the wheels that are in a wheels "Life, power, and pain" "" Very sweet, lamenting pressure drops, and the best thing is how the natural soul connects to the chords of Delph. It will tell you if you are. A while ago, beside me, who was listening, the windows were raised, and I looked at the youth field: I saw the beautiful boys on a horse. And I knew their appearance covered with flashy weeds, distant, long hidden from fate scattering, my youth friends, but stronger, bold than me. He was not an elegant, genius, and dressed up, and at the time, at the time, with many praise, they chased with unknown love and chased with passion.

Pilgrim, why are you so late and late? I'm always here, isn't it your summer house? Isn't my voice your music in the morning and night? My breathing is your healthy climate in the heat, my touch is your antidote, my vagina is your bath? Was there a building similar to my terrace? Was there a beautiful sofa like me? "Lie on a warm rock, and learn there a small hut as a town. A mountain is carved along the coast to the cave. Well! Rome, Ninebe, Taet, Carnack, Pyramid, Giant stairs. And my youngest dish. Look at the sea, rich and powerful, beautiful like a June rose, and fresh like a July rainbow. The sea is full of food, a seeded food, a purifier of the earth, and a human medicine. My breathing creates a sweet climate, washed away scratches and sorrow from my memory, and gives me a hint that cannot be changed with my mathematical low tide. The gods of the sea are rich. They search for the sea for pearls, search for more than pearls: learn their power and give them to the sage. All waves are wealth for Daedalos and wealth for a cunning artist. < SPAN> Pilgrim, why are you so late and late? I'm always here, isn't it your summer house? Isn't my voice your music in the morning and night? My breathing is your healthy climate in the heat, my touch is your antidote, my vagina is your bath? Was there a building similar to my terrace? Was there a beautiful sofa like me? "Lie on a warm rock, and learn there a small hut as a town. A mountain is carved along the coast to the cave. Well! Rome, Ninebe, Taet, Carnack, Pyramid, Giant stairs. And my youngest dish. Look at the sea, rich and powerful, beautiful like a June rose, and fresh like a July rainbow. The sea is full of food, a seeded food, a purifier of the earth, and a human medicine. My breathing creates a sweet climate, washed away scratches and sorrow from my memory, and gives me a hint that cannot be changed with my mathematical low tide. The gods of the sea are rich. They search for the sea for pearls, search for more than pearls: learn their power and give them to the sage. All waves are wealth for Daedalos and wealth for a cunning artist. Pilgrim, why are you so late and late? I'm always here, isn't it your summer house? Isn't my voice your music in the morning and night? My breathing is your healthy climate in the heat, my touch is your antidote, my vagina is your bath? Was there a building similar to my terrace? Was there a beautiful sofa like me? "Lie on a warm rock, and learn there a small hut as a town. A mountain is carved along the coast to the cave. Well! Rome, Ninebe, Taet, Carnack, Pyramid, Giant stairs. And my youngest dish. Look at the sea, rich and powerful, beautiful like a June rose, and fresh like a July rainbow. The sea is full of food, a seeded food, a purifier of the earth, and a human medicine. My breathing creates a sweet climate, washed away scratches and sorrow from my memory, and gives me a hint that cannot be changed with my mathematical low tide. The gods of the sea are rich. They search for the sea for pearls, search for more than pearls: learn their power and give them to the sage. All waves are wealth for Daedalos and wealth for a cunning artist.

My thing is night and morning, air holes, bay in the universe, the sun of sports, the moon, and countless days. I hid in the glory of the sun, jumped into a song that flies, rested in a torrent field, and I am strong in sleep. I sit on the shining spring of the shining life and pour the flood. "You are" "" You are "" You are "you", "You are" you ", you are" you "and thousands of summer ripen our garden well, and the star light makes music music. The glory became even more solid. I wrote the past with rock letters, lit a cylinder, built a building in the coral sea, and planted coal. He drew satellite and ring theft and broken stars. When the gods held a carnival, they were confused by stars and flowers, and spent excessive power to cramped elf and lizards. They boiled the sea and piled up granite, muddy rocks and shells. But he is the glory of Android, where he was a little late? The rainbow illuminates his precursor, and the sunset shines his smile. My aurora jumps up and my planet keeps rolling. < SPAN> My thing is at night and morning, air holes, space bay, sports sun, moon, countless days. I hid in the glory of the sun, jumped into a song that flies, rested in a torrent field, and I am strong in sleep. I sit on the shining spring of the shining life and pour the flood. "You are" "" You are "" You are "you", "You are" you ", you are" you "and thousands of summer ripen our garden well, and the star light makes music music. The glory became even more solid. I wrote the past with rock letters, lit a cylinder, built a building in the coral sea, and planted coal. He drew satellite and ring theft and broken stars. When the gods held a carnival, they were confused by stars and flowers, and spent excessive power to cramped elf and lizards. They boiled the sea and piled up granite, muddy rocks and shells. But he is the glory of Android, where he was a little late? The rainbow illuminates his precursor, and the sunset shines his smile. My aurora jumps up and my planet keeps rolling. My thing is night and morning, air holes, bay in the universe, the sun of sports, the moon, and countless days. I hid in the glory of the sun, jumped into a song that flies, rested in a torrent field, and I am strong in sleep. I sit on the shining spring of the shining life and pour the flood. "You are" "" You are "" You are "you", "You are" you ", you are" you "and thousands of summer ripen our garden well, and the star light makes music music. The glory became even more solid. I wrote the past with rock letters, lit a cylinder, built a building in the coral sea, and planted coal. He drew satellite and ring theft and broken stars. When the gods held a carnival, they were confused by stars and flowers, and spent excessive power to cramped elf and lizards. They boiled the sea and piled up granite, muddy rocks and shells. But he is the glory of Android, where he was a little late? The rainbow illuminates his precursor, and the sunset shines his smile. My aurora jumps up and my planet keeps rolling.

Ray does not weaken, man does not wear out, my old strength is as good as new, fresh roses among yonder thorns, return the dew-bent sky.

Thy summer voice, Musketeer Kit repeats the music of the rain. But sweet rivers pulsate through you, as they pulsate through Concord Plains. You are in familiar banknotes: The boundless streams I love, through floods and seas and skies. Through light, through life, the streams rush. I see the floods sweet. I hear the streams go by years, through men, through the fleets of nature, through love and thought, through strength and dreams. Musketeer Kit, mighty goblin, gay jewels of shards and flints? They lose their sorrows to hear his song, where the wind is the day. So, and brightest launch my stream, - he who drinks it shall thirst no more. No darkness shall sully its equal splendor. And the years shall pour down like rain.

Times that wander the seaside shall not be counted. As God loves me, the forest is my faithful friend. In the plain where shadows lie on the hills, bound by streams that give and take color from the sky? Or in the sublime places that break mountains, Or under oak groves, What have I to do with time? So it has become its day. In the city of mortal destiny, in the fantastic care, but serious landscape, The unique advantage of bounty. The gloss tarnishes, the honey becomes filthy, Merry is but a mask of sorrow, But sober in the funds of joy, The forest in the heart is happy. There the great plant of the fruitful world plants wheat, And with a million spells, charms the soul that walks with pain. But he causes the rose of beauty to be planted among all the seeds. Through coming ages and fading forms, Immortal youth returns. The black ducks placed by the pond, the doves in the pines, The chickens burst, The desert making that false art does not improve. Beneath the pools of water where the bearded mist parts, hide the grey old gods, the mountains of nature, who know chaos. Above, in the secret veins of air, beats the sweet breath of song, oh, few daring to climb these mountains, though all men belong! Neither in field nor stone, no fancy as in books.

The limit of the limits of the sea on the shore said he came to me in a dead dying: "I don't know! I can't extend ambitious branches and roots. Contribute to fix the tent, which is not enough donors, and left a few. The precocious sage accepts the conditions and softens the fall with a small step, but still makes a smile, passing new buds. The wicked husbands of your fire, those who could not leave the ligaments needed for your bones when you breathed, those who once could not leave the bone marrow of Barethzak on your bones. Yeah, but I ended up in the storm of the time, as the bird's heritage, the unstoppable heat, and the insensitive reins. The man and sail leaf, Eve follows the primary voice: "Low believers, freed from fear, just down. Cruise worth of the cruise is nearby, all waves are attractive. < Span> Sea shore The limits of the limits of the limit came to me in a deadly death: "I'm stopped! I can't extend ambitious branches and roots anymore. Contributing to fix the tent, which is not enough donors, but a few sages. Accept the conditions, soften the fall with a small step, but still plans, crawls, and ripen the fruits. The evil husbands, those who could not leave the ligaments required for your bones, those who once couldn't leave the bone marrow of Balleszak on your bones, but I ended up in the storm of the time in a storm, as a bird's heritage, an unstoppable heat, and the insensitive reins. The leaf is, Eve follows the primary voice: "Low believers, freed from fear, just down. The harvest is just down. The harbor is worth the cruise, all waves are attractive. , I came to me and came to me and said: "I don't have any more ambitious branches and roots. Fantasy is gone: He no longer invented. Contributes to fix the tent compass. This is not enough, which one do you choose? Save the failed river, leave a small number of people, not a donor that is not much respected. The precocious sage accepts the conditions and relieves the fall with a cautious step. Small, but still, he plans, smiles, passes new buds, and ripens fruits. The wicked husbands of your fire, who should curse your saints, those who could not leave the ligaments required for your bones when given a breath, once in Bareszak in your bones. Those who could not leave the bone marrow, but those who left the heritage of veins, the unstoppable heat, and the insensitive reins. Just like the bird cut it in the cup, I ended in the storm of time, the rudder man, the leaf of the sail, followed the primary voice: "Leave from low believers," The port worth the cruise is near, and all waves are attractive.

Yesterday never smiled, and the day slips away, and yet in the name of God, can I stand before and defy? Weak though I am, God cannot withhold His conquering help when prayed to. Ah, me! Such was my childhood thought. If I were to blot my nets for the right picture of life's enjoyments, the contents of my heart would deem it right. But, oh, these waves and leaves, when happy, stoic nature grieves, there are no human words more beautiful than my murmurs. On this altar that God built, I lay vanity and guilt. Now, as the hymns of the northern mountains burst aloud, I cannot urge either hope or passion to listen, for nature's funeral is high and dim. Many a sun has risen and died, many an angel has wandered and passed away, lighting up my sunken sod. Perhaps from the ocean surf. On earth I dream. I dare you to rush past or fly too swiftly through my turns. Think you will not trouble me, nor stop at age, nor mind that the earth on earth is caught and entangled in the cord of love by twisted beams.

The April winds are fantastic and overwhelm our melodic frames. The garden walks are passionate with bachelors and ladies. The fences are studded with diamonds, the air is filled with cupids, and the pool holds the spider's clue of Rosamond's lover's guide. Every sound in the water, every leaf that grows under the rocks, beguiles, incites, flatters, provokes. Goodfellows, packs, and goblins know more than any book. Lay down your troubles, and judge Sunny Brook. The southwest wind is swift, and the school is sad and slow. Our masters spare no knowledge that we would like to know.

Hold me more and more, friends! Thank you for your kind mind. For lips, fingertips, flute and spinette chips. I expect a more gentle touch: Where does the wind blow? Lift the leaves, put me, lend you ears, and start. A gentle harp conveys the secrets of the world to a gentle heart. And today and tomorrow, we cannot leak the wealth of hope and sadness. However, every day, the beloved ears release a new feeling and higher cheerful. My journey is over in this house. I can create the happiest days and heal the worst suffering.

The hard and hard universe penetrates love. A blindfolded eye never makes a mistake. The dazzling light pours white and Satan's products white, and reconciles evil and good with mysterious tactics.

The debt was returned and the decision was made. Was all the property built? If you turn the key and close the door, the sweet death will last forever. No proud hope, sadness, or murderous hatred cannot enter. Everything is safe and quick now. The gods cannot shake the past. Flying, a solid door that has been closed forever. Neither political thief nor Satan, who plays the royal strategy, cannot steal from windows, bags or holes.

In 1832, the author's younger brother Edward Bris Emerson wrote when he sailed Boston Port to Puerto Rico. Farewell, the high spears smiling at the holy light! Farewell, it's a family fire that broke the dark night! Too fast, these houses disappear, so fast we leave the bay, so fast, we leave the hearth and house, and we are far away and far away from the sea. The lively urban, wealth, wise, gentle smile, bright and familiar eyes of the bright and familiar eyes. Everything is about to disappear. Brig haste, who travels, has a constant wing jumping over the sea and far beyond. Farewell, my mother's love is too kind to me, too good. Neither pearls nor diamonds can be borrowed to you. But even your kiss refuses to stay on my cheeks. The winged boat flew, swelled around her toys, far away and far. Farewell, my brothers are true, my best, but my peers. Without me, my little and evil years were lonely! But one heart is sad, fun, and our rugged sea, we break away today and far away. Farewell, you, the most beautiful person, I still dedicated it to you, still incredible. Love that doesn't become this word, I leave today without words, and my lips whispered my goodbye. Far and far. Farewell, I will breathe on the shore again. < Span> In 1832, the author's younger brother Edward Bris Emerson wrote when he sailed Boston Port to Puerto Rico. Farewell, the high spears smiling at the holy light! Farewell, it's a family fire that broke the dark night! Too fast, these houses disappear, so fast we leave the bay, so fast, we leave the hearth and house, and we are far away and far away from the sea. The lively urban, wealth, wise, gentle smile, bright and familiar eyes of the bright and familiar eyes. Everything is about to disappear. Brig haste, who travels, has a constant wing jumping over the sea and far beyond. Farewell, my mother's love is too kind to me, too good. Neither pearls nor diamonds can be borrowed to you. But even your kiss refuses to stay on my cheeks. The winged boat flew, swelled around her toys, far away and far. Farewell, my brothers are true, my best, but my peers. Without me, my little and evil years were lonely! But one heart is sad, fun, and our rugged sea, we break away today and far away. Farewell, you, the most beautiful person, I still dedicated it to you, still incredible. Love that doesn't become this word, I leave today without words, and my lips whispered my goodbye. Far and far. Farewell, I will breathe on the shore again. In 1832, the author's younger brother Edward Bris Emerson wrote when he sailed Boston Port to Puerto Rico. Farewell, the high spears smiling at the holy light! Farewell, it's a family fire that broke the dark night! Too fast, these houses disappear, so fast we leave the bay, so fast, we leave the hearth and house, and we are far away and far away from the sea. The lively urban, wealth, wise, gentle smile, bright and familiar eyes of the bright and familiar eyes. Everything is about to disappear. Brig haste, who travels, has a constant wing jumping over the sea and far beyond. Farewell, my mother's love is too kind to me, too good. Neither pearls nor diamonds can be borrowed to you. But even your kiss refuses to stay on my cheeks. The winged boat flew, swelled around her toys, far away and far. Farewell, my brothers are true, my best, but my peers. Without me, my little and evil years were lonely! But one heart is sad, fun, and our rugged sea, we break away today and far away. Farewell, you, the most beautiful person, I still dedicated it to you, still incredible. Love that doesn't become this word, I leave today without words, and my lips whispered my goodbye. Far and far. Farewell, I will breathe on the shore again.

I mourn on this battlefield, but not for those who died here. Looking at the riverbank, the angry farmers came without thinking of fame, broken in rugged clothes. All humanity praised their bloody. Even the gentle words say they did well. "Both the sage and the simple person are more proud of the" "graves that have been" ", who respect the strict tombstone, but" ", but they are dignified tombs. Eve and the great return of the morning, the fresh flowering of time, and the silver clouds may decorate the most proud dust. However, what I think of this ancestor is not the same, but a family that will never spread joy and hope here. Oh, the brothers of the stars shining short! What is the relationship with what you possess the historical trees of this bank? Did you be born for the most sublime life, for the battlefield, for the winner's car? They were punished: they are not on the floor of their death, but those who have never treated the poorest breathtaking. "If the original strength of good people is" ", a born soldier who was a flame like his battle, wearing a helmet, protecting all friends, and all of them. You should be opposed to the enemy and confront the enemy of God and human.

All the prizes on the list he won. Without the heart or hope of Bet wan Jot, at least the faithful ties that protect his home under all heavens, the joy and pride that the pilgrim feels in the wandering and beating hearts around his native hearth. What generous faith is shown to the brave whose goal Fate has prevented! They are satisfied if others reach it. For the sublime will of Heaven, that will is bent. Lot Soea Betide, the work of his hands, pleads the fact for herself, without regret or lament, as her careless nature leaves every deed. He dropped the bolt in the bough of the oak tree. The rainbow of hope ceased. Without trembling craven, without hidden tears, he said Pan. The serenity of his lovely features was preserved, his purpose awake, his features slumbered. And in the spasms of pain, his genius shone again with joy. Thy rest, thy dust, Nature's endless smile dwells in thy Spanish islands. For the dear grace of love, there is no suggestion of loss, hard toil, or sacrifice. What does it matter how, or from what soil, the liberated soul found its Creator? May there be an island of orange leaves and palm trees in the recesses of your memory.

In contrast to the lords of life, the lords of life - harbors and melancholy, uses and surprises, surfaces and dreams, successions and spectacular mistakes, inventors of languageless temperaments and nameless omnipresent games - I saw them passing by their own pretext - some to see, some to guess, crossing from east to west: at least the dwarf walked bewildered between the legs of his tall guardians. Dear Nature took his hand, and dear Nature, strong and tender, whispered: "Love, don't worry!" Tomorrow you wear another face, thou of the founder? These are thy race!'

The wings of time are black and white, morning and night. The mountains are high, the seas are deep, balance holds balance. In the change of the moon and the tides, the conflict of will and having shines. The counters running through space are fewer, the electric stars and leaden plays, the lonely earth in a ball running through the halls of eternity, the mite flying in the void, the complementary asteroids and compensatory sparks are photographed in neutral darkness. Man is an elm, wealth is a vine. Fear not, his child. The laurel crown breaks the wilderness, and gives strength to those who wield it. Have you no share, too? On winged feet, I rush to meet you. I will float in the air, cast on the stone, run the hills, swim the seas, and follow you, like your shadow.

Gold and iron are good to buy iron and gold. For such I sell all the wool and food of the earth. Merlin Wise proves that Napoleon is not great, nor noble, fear, craft or arrogance can return the state. To build more than dust from dust, the walls Amphion must accumulate Phoebus Stablish. When virtue and the nine muses meet and find, to their design, the Atlantic seat of green sculptures treated by heat, here the statesman falls furrow for wheat - when the church is social value, the state house is the hearth, the perfect state, the republican at home comes.

Ruby wine is drunk by the slaves, sugar is spent to fatten the slaves, there are decks of roses and grape leaves. Thunder is the feast of Jove, often wrapped in a wreath of fear, and lightning falls over his head. The hero does not eat sweets, but dine every day with his own eating heart. The room of the great is a prison, and the head of the royal sail.

The sun did not give up hope even when it went down. His eyes, fixed on the vast galaxy, seemed deeper and larger. And he matched patience with the unevenness of time. He spoke, and words softer than rain brought the golden age again.

Can rules and teachers raise the demigod we expect? He must be musical, tremulous, striking, vivid to the gentle effects of landscape and sky, tender to the touch of the human eye or the maiden's eye spirit: but in the heart of his homeland, Shall into the future will bind the past and the world's flowing destinies in its own mold of rewriting.

A scarlet drop of human blood rules the swell of the sea, and uncertain worlds come and go. A rooted lover remains. And after many years he shines with inexhaustible tenderness. My watchful heart was free again, my friend, said my heart, only through you the sky arches, and through you the roses are red. Through you all things take a nobler shape, and look beyond the earth, the crusher of our destinies appears, and the sun's way to your worth. Your nobility has taught me. My hidden springs of life are made fair by your friendship.

The living heavens thy prayers honour are at once the house and the architect, quarrying the time of man's refusal and building it into the tower of eternity. Thy prayers are the house and the architect, quarrying the time of man's refusal and building it into the tower of eternity. Through the arms of attack, forging the silver seat of Innocence.

Sleepless like a stone, it floats, shining, and then it goes. In flames, in storms, in clouds. He struck the lake to nourish his eyes. He often cast pebbles, and listened to the music of the moment they played. Often it called to him loudly from the joints of poles and belts. He heard a voice that no one else could hear, from the centre, and from errant bullets. The earth with earthquakes shook in a sure rhyme, and the seas fell and rolled with a magnificent sound. At the depths of passion, at the depths of disaster, he saw a mighty love struggling to silence the darkness, to release the curse, to radiate to the limits of the universe. Thus devoting his days to the faithful worship of love, and scorning praise, how did the charms spread for him in vain? Thieving ambition and false gain! He believed he would be happier to die for beauty than to live for bread.

The elegance, beauty and carp rice build this golden gate. Grace women, the selected men, attract all humans. They sweet and expensive foods are fascinating foods. Its figure hits his loneliness. Rarely see their face, his eyes explore the ground. He rarely speaks in his chest. He calmly talked to them to give him through his spirit, words, and rest. To win, it was so weak to win, to avoid the fateful tyrant, and the endimion was too deceived behind the tomb.

The gorgeous and romance gorgeous and romance is brought on a barrow, tray, pancakes. In a cobblestone garden on the street where lilac sweets are lined up. The fountain cools the air and sings in the burnt sun square. Let's make statues, statues, parks, halls, ballads, flags, festures, previous restoration, jewelry of the day, a new morning in the morning. The chores dressed in dus t-covered flocks are Airy Kings, Angel skirts, stars of the stars, wings of the stars, shining fathers in bright legends, and children eating at the heavenly dining table. Find over the clock. "The privilege of art is to play a happy role, and that humans on the ground adapt to his fate and bend expulsion. Higher life is a delicate embrace of human sensation.

The universe is abundant, west and west, but two cannot be traveled in it and cannot be recognized: Cuckoo's noble crowds are all eggs from the nest, except for himself. hand. The spells are located in soups and stones, and all quality and pith are infringed by age and time, and are frustrated and frustrated. < SPAN> Elegant, beauty and carp rice build this golden gate. Grace women, the selected men, attract all humans. They sweet and expensive foods are fascinating foods. Its figure hits his loneliness. Rarely see their face, his eyes explore the ground. He rarely speaks in his chest. He calmly talked to them to give him through his spirit, words, and rest. To win, it was so weak to win, to avoid the fateful tyrant, and the endimion was too deceived behind the tomb.

The gorgeous and romance gorgeous and romance is brought on a barrow, tray, pancakes. In a cobblestone garden on the street where lilac sweets are lined up. The fountain cools the air and sings in the burnt sun square. Let's make statues, statues, parks, halls, ballads, flags, festures, previous restoration, jewelry of the day, a new morning in the morning. The chores dressed in dus t-covered flocks are Airy Kings, Angel skirts, stars of the stars, wings of the stars, shining fathers in bright legends, and children eating at the heavenly dining table. Find over the clock. "The privilege of art is to play a happy role, and that humans on the ground adapt to his fate and bend expulsion. Higher life is a delicate embrace of human sensation.

The universe is abundant, west and west, but two cannot be traveled in it and cannot be recognized: Cuckoo's noble crowds are all eggs from the nest, except for himself. hand. The spells are located in soups and stones, and all quality and pith are infringed by age and time, and are frustrated and frustrated. The elegance, beauty and carp rice build this golden gate. Grace women, the selected men, attract all humans. They sweet and expensive foods are fascinating foods. Its figure hits his loneliness. Rarely see their face, his eyes explore the ground. He rarely speaks in his chest. He calmly talked to them to give him through his spirit, words, and rest. To win, it was so weak to win, to avoid the fateful tyrant, and the endimion was too deceived behind the tomb.

FRAGMENTS ON NATURE AND LIFE

NATURE

The gorgeous and romance gorgeous and romance is brought on a barrow, tray, pancakes. In a cobblestone garden on the street where lilac sweets are lined up. The fountain cools the air and sings in the burnt sun square. Let's make statues, statues, parks, halls, ballads, flags, festures, previous restoration, jewelry of the day, a new morning in the morning. The chores dressed in dus t-covered flocks are Airy Kings, Angel skirts, stars of the stars, wings of the stars, shining fathers in bright legends, and children eating at the heavenly dining table. Find over the clock. "The privilege of art is to play a happy role, and that humans on the ground adapt to his fate and bend expulsion. Higher life is a delicate embrace of human sensation.

The universe is abundant, west and west, but two cannot be traveled in it and cannot be recognized: Cuckoo's noble crowds are all eggs from the nest, except for himself. hand. The spells are located in soups and stones, and all quality and pith are infringed by age and time, and are frustrated and frustrated.

He is a person who has fallen from the enemy, harmless, and has been resurrected by a blow: He was captured, but was not in prison: they sealed him in the rock, but he Solved the chain of the mountain: the lion kissed his feet. Even if he was hit by a stake, he made him a treasure trove of honor without being afraid of the flame. He is a person who calls the fate by mistake, crosses a dark road and arrives late, but always comes in time to get the truth and drive out the fraud. He is the oldest, bes t-known, near you than him. This is Joven, who is ignorant of blessing, without listening to prayer. If you can, draw a secret line that cuts him and you correctly, which is human and which is God?

There is no poet who sings the theme of the old man and the abominable theme for young people with delight. Do not neglect the love of the part and the type of art. The perfect sphere is grateful to the participating men.

I countless circles lead to the farthest ring one after another. The eyes read the notification and speak every word of roses. In order to become a person, insects rose through all form of cones. II rounded world is beautiful to see, nine times in the mystery: The fortun e-teller who is confused cannot convey the secret of the struggle, but pulse you with the heart of the natural heartbeat. Everything from east to west is clear. "The soul is hidden inside, and the" sel f-light ", which calls on the soul of the relatives, illuminates each atom, implies the future that should be beared.

There is no big or small soul to do everything: Everything comes. Globic rituals, seven stars, solar years, Caesar's hand, plato's brain, the heart of the main Christ, and the strain of Shakespeare.

Nature focuses on the ball, and its proud and ephemeral things quickly appear on the surface and outer surface, scanning the ball's profile. They knew what they mean.

The seeds scatter the seeds. You sowed the soul.

A gift from those who loved me. When he stopped loving me, the time stopped due to shame. < SPAN> He has fallen from the enemy, harmless, and is resurrected by hitting: He was captured, but was not in prison: they contained him in the rock. But he was able to solve the chain of the mountain: the lion kissed his feet. Even if he was hit by a stake, he made him a treasure trove of honor without being afraid of the flame. He is a person who calls the fate by mistake, crosses a dark road and arrives late, but always comes in time to get the truth and drive out the fraud. He is the oldest, bes t-known, near you than him. This is Joven, who is ignorant of blessing, without listening to prayer. If you can, draw a secret line that cuts him and you correctly, which is human and which is God?

There is no poet who sings the theme of the old man and the abominable theme for young people with delight. Do not neglect the love of the part and the type of art. The perfect sphere is grateful to the participating men.

I countless circles lead to the farthest ring one after another. The eyes read the notification and speak every word of roses. In order to become a person, insects rose through all form of cones. II rounded world is beautiful to see, nine times in the mystery: The fortun e-teller who is confused cannot convey the secret of the struggle, but pulse you with the heart of the natural heartbeat. Everything from east to west is clear. "The soul is hidden inside, and the" sel f-light ", which calls on the soul of the relatives, illuminates each atom, implies the future that should be beared.

There is no big or small soul to do everything: Everything comes. Globic rituals, seven stars, solar years, Caesar's hand, plato's brain, the heart of the main Christ, and the strain of Shakespeare.

Nature focuses on the ball, and its proud and ephemeral things quickly appear on the surface and outer surface, scanning the ball's profile. They knew what they mean.

The seeds scatter the seeds. You sowed the soul.

THE EARTH

A gift from those who loved me. When he stopped loving me, the time stopped due to shame. He is a person who has fallen from the enemy, harmless, and has been resurrected by a blow: He was captured, but was not in prison: they sealed him in the rock, but he Solved the chain of the mountain: the lion kissed his feet. Even if he was hit by a stake, he made him a treasure trove of honor without being afraid of the flame. He is a person who calls the fate by mistake, crosses a dark road and arrives late, but always comes in time to get the truth and drive out the fraud. He is the oldest, bes t-known, near you than him. This is Joven, who is ignorant of blessing, without listening to prayer. If you can, draw a secret line that cuts him and you correctly, which is human and which is God?

THE HEAVENS

There is no poet who sings the theme of the old man and the abominable theme for young people with delight. Do not neglect the love of the part and the type of art. The perfect sphere is grateful to the participating men.

TRANSITION

I countless circles lead to the farthest ring one after another. The eyes read the notification and speak every word of roses. In order to become a person, insects rose through all form of cones. II rounded world is beautiful to see, nine times in the mystery: The fortun e-teller who is confused cannot convey the secret of the struggle, but pulse you with the heart of the natural heartbeat. Everything from east to west is clear. "The soul is hidden inside, and the" sel f-light ", which calls on the soul of the relatives, illuminates each atom, implies the future that should be beared.

There is no big or small soul to do everything: Everything comes. Globic rituals, seven stars, solar years, Caesar's hand, plato's brain, the heart of the main Christ, and the strain of Shakespeare.

Nature focuses on the ball, and its proud and ephemeral things quickly appear on the surface and outer surface, scanning the ball's profile. They knew what they mean.

The seeds scatter the seeds. You sowed the soul.

THE GARDEN

A gift from those who loved me. When he stopped loving me, the time stopped due to shame.

Up and up, the waves of the moon try. In thousands of infected cuttings, the parent fruit survives. And in millions of newborn children, the perfect Adam lives. Summer mornings are dear to every waking child.

BIRDS

In suburbs, in towns, on railroads, in squares, everywhere the light of goodness shines in the sunlight.

WATER

His tongue was colored with music, his hands armed with skill. His face was a mold of beauty, his heart a throne of will.

NAHANT

Who shall say what it took out, what too far, when, over the once lifeless sphere, the sleeping stars and suns hung? What gods do the elements follow? What lichens bring forth, and sprout the seeds of power? Patiently spend the vast years of the heavens, building up the substance that is the home of the mind. From the air where long years have rushed to pull the plump fat low and wide, the leaves of long years must cover and hide the granite slabs. What smiths, in what furnaces, rolled copper and iron and lead and gold? What old stars will save the reputation of the tribes that fell to open the planet with beds of lime? Dust is their pyramids, their molecules: Who has seen the ferns and palms pressed down from the bosom of the mountains, in safe vegetable carbon? But when the means are piled up, all is vain and useless. Until the wise chosen will arrives, and out of the mud and chaos, the mind draws the threads of justice and arrangement. And temples rise, cities rise, Maat, the shops of Toal, the temples of art. And he cast sails into the sea, and nourished the north from tropical trees. And

SUNRISE

Flow, flow, hatred, cursed, worshiped waves, waves of mutation. There is no anchor, no anchor. No sleep, no death? He seems to be alive and dead. Your hometown, spring friends, old people and young girls, day and Gerdon, all disappeared, escaped from myths, and could not get anchor. Look at the stars through the beliefed marble. Look at the stars, the stars are eternal, and the stars are also fugitive. Return to the circulation of the waves, see the flash, see the rough diffusion, and make an effort to change and flow, the gas is fixed, the ghost and nothing are returned to things, and the endless massage is the law and the world.

NIGHT IN JUNE

A. Her heart was high, but she was well placed and wel l-made with sophisticated and generous. Leaving the court of capital letters and marble, her eyes seemed to see mirrors, kings, born ladies, and the best.

Every idea becomes public, and every corner is wide. Your gossip spreads all kinds and gods from one end.

Those who have no hands have to use their tongue. The fox is cunning because they are not strong.

Stop the hut, go in and out of the palace, and count what people say. Nevertheless, the hunters find the easiest path where trees grow up.

MAIA

The poet always turns the bark from the earth and pushes the sail. His lessons grow straight to the sea.

He succeeds in putting on the burning thoughts in plain words.

I have a spring flower: I ask what the time will bring to me and what I have.

The true Brahmon explains the Veda of Violet in a wet grassland in the morning, or looks at many loops, hides in a grape tree, and see the stoop of Red Denprum and Beurr.

He removed the color of the waist roll from the rabbit's fur and the chest of the rich butterfly. The carpenter walks independently, whether the tree is hidden or hidden.

LIFE

The bubbles that destroyed you in the sand helped the rowing direction change. Arashi is my best steering, leading to me.

The sea is a bold road, a hole with a rainfall in contact with the wheat field, a stream flows. < SPAN> Flow, flow, hatred, cursed, worshiped waves, waves of mutation. There is no anchor, no anchor. No sleep, no death? He seems to be alive and dead. Your hometown, spring friends, old people and young girls, day and Gerdon, all disappeared, escaped from myths, and could not get anchor. Look at the stars through the beliefed marble. Look at the stars, the stars are eternal, and the stars are also fugitive. Return to the circulation of the waves, see the flash, see the rough diffusion, and make an effort to change and flow, the gas is fixed, the ghost and nothing are returned to things, and the endless massage is the law and the world.

A. Her heart was high, but she was well arranged and made with sophisticated and generous. Leaving the court of capital letters and marble, her eyes seemed to see mirrors, kings, born ladies, and the best.

Every idea becomes public, and every corner is wide. Your gossip spreads all kinds and gods from one end.

Those who have no hands have to use their tongue. The fox is cunning because they are not strong.

Stop the hut, go in and out of the palace, and count what people say. Nevertheless, the hunters find the easiest path where trees grow up.

The poet always turns the bark from the earth and pushes the sail. His lessons grow straight to the sea.

He succeeds in putting on the burning thoughts in plain words.

I have a spring flower: I ask what the time will bring to me and what I have.

The true Brahmon explains the Veda of Violet in a wet grassland in the morning, or looks at many loops, hides in a grape tree, and see the stoop of Red Denprum and Beurr.

He removed the color of the waist roll from the rabbit's fur and the chest of the rich butterfly. The carpenter walks independently, whether the tree is hidden or hidden.

The bubbles that destroyed you in the sand helped the rowing direction change. Arashi is my best steering, leading to me.

The sea is a bold road, a hole with a rainfall in contact with the wheat field, a stream flows. Flow, flow, hatred, cursed, worshiped waves, waves of mutation. There is no anchor, no anchor. No sleep, no death? He seems to be alive and dead. Your hometown, spring friends, old people and young girls, day and Gerdon, all disappeared, escaped from myths, and could not get anchor. Look at the stars through the beliefed marble. Look at the stars, the stars are eternal, and the stars are also fugitive. Return to the circulation of the waves, see the flash, see the rough diffusion, and make an effort to change and flow, the gas is fixed, the ghost and nothing are returned to things, and the endless massage is the law and the world.

A. Her heart was high, but she was well arranged and made with sophisticated and generous. Leaving the court of capital letters and marble, her eyes seemed to see mirrors, kings, born ladies, and the best.

Every idea becomes public, and every corner is wide. Your gossip spreads all kinds and gods from one end.

Those who have no hands have to use their tongue. The fox is cunning because they are not strong.

Stop the hut, go in and out of the palace, and count what people say. Nevertheless, the hunters find the easiest path where trees grow up.

The poet always turns the bark from the earth and pushes the sail. His lessons grow straight to the sea.

He succeeds in putting on the burning thoughts in plain words.

I have a spring flower: I ask what the time will bring to me and what I have.

The true Brahmon explains the Veda of Violet in a wet grassland in the morning, or looks at many loops, hides in a grape tree, and see the stoop of Red Denprum and Beurr.

He removed the color of the waist roll from the rabbit's fur and the chest of the rich butterfly. The carpenter walks independently, whether the tree is hidden or hidden.

The bubbles that destroyed you in the sand helped the rowing direction change. Arashi is my best steering, leading to me.

The sea is a bold road, a hole with a rainfall in contact with the wheat field, a stream flows.

Above his head were maple buds, above the tree was the moon, above the moon was the nail of the stars that fell from the angel's shounen.

S. H. December With the planet of the moon, he brought out the truth of his cold eyes and attitude, July was in his radiant heart, October was in his free hand.

Of the French, some wounds have healed, but the most intense wounds still survive!

Boon nature brings every day the boast we see now, and trains us to lighten the new as if it were the old: but it is a brast that plays deep, but asks not to be concerned in crowded times with fear of living or dying.

Her planted eyes, until the day of the check, call harshly that she is more than tomorrow at home, and when they come, the soul that curses her.

REX

He was born, the star of destiny designed to make him rich and great: when the baby was loose from the womb, the portal of gifts closed behind him.

I pull the buntling on the rocks, I suckle at the nipples of the she-wolf, I pour strength and speed that make the hawk and the fox limbs.

SUUM CUIQUE

I am neither wise nor old, nor more skilful than sorrow. Life wanders the first pages of a book! We can turn the pages.

The last age shines, the next age seems full of hope.

The night borders that track the shadows of memory of the day's thoughts, and your fortunes, as they fall, the bias of the will betray.

Love bound to a job to go to can swim the floods and pass through empty snows.

When love is frustrated, and the word is "Chafe," an unanswering voice is heard, "T is man's exercise to be safe, when he should truth he die."

Be faithful, but not precious. Seek the foot of the altar.

THE BOHEMIAN HYMN

The poet's test is the knowledge of love. Eros is older than Saturn and Jove. No poet before or since has ever been driven mad by love.

GRACE

All human souls are measured. My Shakspeare is unique, like the blessed Jew.

INSIGHT

Her passion never hides a shy violet from Hafiz.

PAN

The love of the bird of prey, the bird trusts him.

MONADNOC FROM AFAR

As the pine tree sings to the wind, so the pine branch sings to the wind.

SEPTEMBER

Its strength and soul carry the laughter of France in every drop of wine.

EROS

[Luther, fox, Benden, and Sweden grow up, and the clouds uploaded Harfiz and Shaxpia with their shining choir.

OCTOBER

The dream of the sculptor did not develop the marble in the white lump that did not hold it in the white lump. But there are only safe and bold hands that are still obedient to their hearts. Thou, Heaven lady, hide in you, sick people who shy away, good guys that I claim. I am pathetic! It doesn't work even if you live. I can't do love, the pride of beauty, my property, and your coldness. If your heart is both a conforming to your heart, and if my inequality has failed to live and draws death and illness.

PETER'S FIELD

From Kerman, Persia n-speaking country in Falcistan, violets are spreading the leaves in the other side of the sky. How far is the flooding and vine growth of the Chigris River? Except for the amber morning wind, it won't greet me here. There is no lover all over Bagdat who gives cheers for the lost country. Morning wind, I know you! Warm the nightingale that blows the carnan grassland! Father's orchard. The merchant gets honored items and jewelry from the beach washed by the sea, and the lords favor me to stay in Syria. But gold coins are just gifts. The darkness without love lasts all day. The only thing I see in Bagudat is the Chiglis River that floats me.

MUSIC

I said in the sky shining overhead. In the world of love and appreciation, the harvest of the moon is only worth barley.

THE WALK

If my love has gone and I have to search for the heavens in search of a poor friend, God is forbidden to seek my angry heart to revise from other love. When my blue horizontal line gets a small stab here, I instantly climb the grave and go to find you with a sphere.

COSMOS

Poor heart, think about what kind of bitter fate of this kind youth. His chest had a hot girl's chest, and his head had marble boards.

THE MIRACLE

If you patiently, the chalk will be a ruby ​​stone. Oh, that's right! However, the chalk becomes purple due to the true blood of the heart.

THE WATERFALL

A fool! Do the tulees know the value of Oman's pearl? The jewel to hit the moon is given to a kind person or not to anyone.

WALDEN

Dear, where your shadow falls, beauty sits and music calls. All good creatures have a residence where your appearance and favors come. < SPAN> [Luther, fox, venden, and Sweden grow, and the clouds uploaded Harfiz and Shaxpia with their shining choir.

THE ENCHANTER

The dream of the sculptor did not develop the marble in the white lump that did not hold it in the white lump. But there are only safe and bold hands that are still obedient to their hearts. Thou, Heaven lady, hide in you, sick people who shy away, good guys that I claim. I am pathetic! It doesn't work even if you live. I can't do love, the pride of beauty, my property, and your coldness. If your heart is both a conforming to your heart, and if my inequality has failed to live and draws death and illness.

WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF GOETHE

From Kerman, Persia n-speaking country in Falcistan, violets are spreading the leaves in the other side of the sky. How far is the flooding and vine growth of the Chigris River? Except for the amber morning wind, it won't greet me here. There is no lover all over Bagdat who gives cheers for the lost country. Morning wind, I know you! Warm the nightingale that blows the carnan grassland! Father's orchard. The merchant gets honored items and jewelry from the beach washed by the sea, and the lords favor me to stay in Syria. But gold coins are just gifts. The darkness without love lasts all day. The only thing I see in Bagudat is the Chiglis River that floats me.

RICHES

I said in the sky shining overhead. In the world of love and appreciation, the harvest of the moon is only worth barley.

PHILOSOPHER

If my love has gone and I have to search for the heavens in search of a poor friend, God is forbidden to seek my angry heart to revise from other love. When my blue horizontal line gets a small stab here, I instantly climb the grave and go to find you with a sphere.

INTELLECT

Poor heart, think about what kind of bitter fate of this kind youth. His chest had a hot girl's chest, and his head had marble boards.

LIMITS

If you patiently, the chalk will be a ruby ​​stone. Oh, that's right! However, the chalk becomes purple due to the true blood of the heart.

INSCRIPTION FOR A WELL IN MEMORY OF THE MARTYRS OF THE WAR

A fool! Do the tulees know the value of Oman's pearl? The jewel to hit the moon is given to a kind person or not to anyone.

THE EXILE

Dear, where your shadow falls, beauty sits and music calls. All good creatures have a residence where your appearance and favors come. [Luther, fox, Benden, and Sweden grow up, and the clouds uploaded Harfiz and Shaxpia with their shining choir.

The dream of the sculptor did not develop the marble in the white lump that did not hold it in the white lump. But there are only safe and bold hands that are still obedient to their hearts. Thou, Heaven lady, hide in you, sick people who shy away, good guys that I claim. I am pathetic! It doesn't work even if you live. I can't do love, the pride of beauty, my property, and your coldness. If your heart is both a conforming to your heart, and if my inequality has failed to live and draws death and illness.

VI — POEMS OF YOUTH AND EARLY MANHOOD

From Kerman, Persia n-speaking country in Falcistan, violets are spreading the leaves in the other side of the sky. How far is the flooding and vine growth of the Chigris River? Except for the amber morning wind, it won't greet me here. There is no lover all over Bagdat who gives cheers for the lost country. Morning wind, I know you! Warm the nightingale that blows the carnan grassland! Father's orchard. The merchant gets honored items and jewelry from the beach washed by the sea, and the lords favor me to stay in Syria. But gold coins are just gifts. The darkness without love lasts all day. The only thing I see in Bagdat is the Chigris River, which floats.

THE BELL

I said in the sky shining overhead. In the world of love and appreciation, the harvest of the moon is only worth barley.

THOUGHT

If my love has gone and I have to search for the heavens in search of a poor friend, God is forbidden to seek my angry heart to revise from other love. When my blue horizontal line gets a small stab here, I instantly climb the grave and go to find you with a sphere.

PRAYER

Poor heart, think about what kind of bitter fate of this kind youth. His chest had a hot girl's chest, and his head had marble boards.

If you patiently, the chalk will be a ruby ​​stone. Oh, that's right! However, the chalk becomes purple due to the true blood of the heart.

A fool! Do the tulees know the value of Oman's pearl? The jewel to hit the moon is given to a kind person or not to anyone.

TO-DAY

Dear, where your shadow falls, beauty sits and music calls. All good creatures have a residence where your appearance and favors come.

FAME

For princes and brides, it is untainted, so that the light of business shines from the eyes of youth, so that the calm never shines.

THE SUMMONS

All the points that tulips mischief their state, drank the life-blood of the Great. Field violets spot is the timeline of murdered beauty.

THE RIVER

Remove the door, open, for art shows me the way forward, since art guides, I put no trust in pilots or charts, for they are ephemeral and transgress.

GOOD HOPE

He who has a thousand friends has no friends to lose.

LINES TO ELLEN

Two days that do not require you to run from your grave, the promised day and the bad day. In the former no medicine or doctor can save, in the latter no universe.

SECURITY

If thou lovest a calm heart, thou longest not two things - a woman to thy wife, even if she were a crowned queen. And the second, he borrowed money, but the smiling lender said he would not claim the debt until the day of judgment.

From Hilari Look, look, look, low, complaining flute, tongueless, with yellow cheeks, catching the wind and sighing. Yes, my love! The old mystery remains. Is it me? Or you?

A MOUNTAIN GRAVE

To hunt your enemies and crush your envy, hold high Arcturus in the morning and spear at night.

A LETTER

By Enveri, the stars stand not in their house, but by thy pin!

By thy merit and the weight of the stars, from Enveri, the degree of the heavens is the degree of thy house.

HYMN

[Among the religious practices of the Dervishes is the astronomical dance, in which the Dervish spins on his axis imitating the movements of the heavenly bodies, while at the same time revolving around the sheikh, who represents the sun. And as he spins he sings the Seed Ninmetla song of Kushistan.] Spin the ball! I am rolling, I am burning, I cannot distinguish between my head and my feet, between my heart and my love, between the wine cup and the wine. All work, all going out, does not reach my brain. I am lost in the swirling sphere, and I know only to love. I am a seeker of stones, the living jewel of Solomon. From the shore of the soul, into the ocean of the senses I have plunged. Love is the fire that nourishes the sharpness, and my heart is the incense. As the rich aloe blazes, I shine, but the censer cannot know. I am omniscient, but I do not know. When I leave, do not stand still. Do not ask me, like the Muftis, to recite the Alkoran. Well, I like the sweet meaning. God's love will burn until all conflicts are over. What is a Muslim? All is love, all is ours. I accept the true believer, but I do not think of the false. Firm in heaven, clinging to the vagina

SELF-RELIANCE

Up the road to fame the poet rose with a thud. He was born on wonders, he fed on them, his feet with golden bells, or wherever he came to earth, he flew as if dust were glass or steel. The charming child he came, casting melodious names on every event. Nothing he cast his eyes on could reconstitute the nations, nor could the snows of time hide the names he set, or forget the last station. But the cylinder on which he wrote his secret thoughts with latent flame fell to the ground as it was, unseen, unreborn. The godly wind carried it away, and godly darkness hid the masses. Like a bathing bird... diver, or dipper..." were his words. But when the noisy scorn passed, he hurries to speak. A new cop, newborn, with healthy wings, dictated and singing by the very sky. Brother of the world, his song rang out as strong as a storm that tore the oak branches wide and tore the stars from the zodiac. Age clothed him like a garment, he made the sun and moon hurry for his seed. Like icebergs melting in the sea, like clouds giving rain to the east wind, like snow melting in April's rays, like a dreamy solid kingdom vainly resisting its motives, now throbs and floats.

The gods speak with the breath of the forest, they speak to the swaying pines, they fill the long supply of the old shore with divine dialogue; and the poet who hears the chance words they speak is the fatalistic man of man whom the age must obey. He has no sign of night or day, he cannot go or stay. Not yet, not yet, impatient friend. I am not yet singing: but I must wait, my hands on the chords of silence, to the full end. I see the light to come, I see the scattered light, high, low, right and left I see the ether of stars. These are but the seeds of days, not yet a steady morning, but intermittent flames, the stirrings of the unborn god. The dust is alive, for the birth they arrive: it crushes my morning breath, I see the pale bath condense into stars: faded colors are corrected, vanishings are seen, twining the world that was the world that should have been. I know the time of the appointment, I greet the office well, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time, I know the time.

With such an aim as thy, I will watch thy course. With such an aim as thy, I will watch thy course. Lest thy lawful dance be broken by error or wantonness. Wingless birds of ether! Ships of heaven without sails! Flames of fire! O best ones! Sailors who never fail! Pass swiftly through the treasury of amber, moving laws, beings for exaltation. Oh, if the sun and stars could chain the wheels of the chariot of fate, and keep them uniform, neither disappointing nor thrilling, so that this exalted man could remain at the height of the keen gaze of fancy. The stars shine like wheels, nature moves rapidly, sun, moon, man, waves, streams, mountains flow, solid things are visible, change acts and reacts. The new day is shortened, and chance has changed even the divine visitors. Beautiful, shy, reckless, worn, the child of genius sits dejected: in many ailments, in feeble health, crippled by God, half real, half formed, limited by the inability of the great spark Prometheus could heat and revive.

"The poet also walked at night, under the dark firmament of the shore, from the lighted hall to the old sea. Under the clouds the stars shine, the constellations soon shine. And yet, dear star, I know that you shine only by my need and my love. A life of light, a life of light in me, nourishes this eternal lamp I see. And I, to whom your light speaks, wander from your deep blue, while I am one of you, and my faith breaks and falls. Or fly, O bullet of fate, your batter in disappointment, sees the beam with merciful will to the son of Time and Fortune. The chorus of spirits, dear brother, you do not ask for it. The desire of the soul is enough, and the pure content is the destiny of an angel, your own theater. As snow falls on a woodcarving, so the noble one, even if low, drops a lesson in his heart, awakening the fear of the angel's destiny. Poet... I see your form in deep content, I know you are superior, but will you stay? I Listening to "Rustle of Wings" I meditate on what to say about you trying to stop me forever. Brother Spirits, we are not a fantastic band. Brother

WRITTEN IN NAPLES

There are beggars in Iran and in Arabia. Hafiz said that he is a fly who comes to every festival. He came on pilgrimage to the mosque by camel and caravan roads, he knew all the temples and pavilions outside Mecca in Ishpahan. In the north he went to the snow hills, and in the palace he sat on the tomb of the Divan. "His music was the sigh of the south wind, his lamp the gaze of the virgin. Lake, stream, glittering hall, humble body, high wood, wherever he went, the magic guide held his place at the poet's side. Sid melted days like a cup of pearls, served high and low, loved lords and jellyfish, rabbits shaking their heads on the rocks, could paint on the rolling smoke, the ring of the axe and the hum of the wheel and the steel, and hung sheds and tents with the brilliance of the sheds? The lords of the court, and the wives of the lords of the court, surrounded by form and ceremony, adorned with the ceremonies and dress and etiquette of the court, were little liked. But when he became the companion of snow and wind, he left all urban scale behind: the gods of the forest gave him wild honey, and his memory deceived him. He loved to wake up to see the wings of the south wind crashing on the lake, and the glassy sky spreading.

WRITTEN AT ROME

And I am poor and small, and I love the wisdom of the remaining labor in a frequent interval without wisdom. I avoided that faithful man's eyes that I avoided his eyes, and I avoided the tired Hassan gaze. " The world of IV citizens will greatly allow the bard living in his words. But boldly, if the poet bends the practice and follow its powerful heart, let's be ashamed of the times, live away, -see, Solis, I found it, I was in a row. Good goods that you will not lose! However, if I tried to walk alone, neither the cloak nor the bread trap belongs to me, but I want you to remember it well, the wasteful words of the sphere accidentally. It was heard, the thousand years of proverbs, all the planets shining, all the events have lived and descended. The rain became grain, the meat became a friendly form, frowned at the enemy, spoke to Trius Kikero, Milton and Angelo in the storm. Cover your wisdom with joy, play with a bow, and shoot white. < SPAN> And I am poor and small, and I love the wisdom of the remaining effort in a frequent manner where wisdom does not dwell in me. I avoided that faithful man's eyes that I avoided his eyes, and I avoided the tired Hassan gaze. " The world of IV citizens will greatly allow the bard living in his words. But boldly, if the poet bends the practice and follow its powerful heart, let's be ashamed of the times, live away, -see, Solis, I found it, I was in a row. Good goods that you will not lose! However, if I tried to walk alone, neither the cloak nor the bread trap belongs to me, but I want you to remember it well, the wasteful words of the sphere accidentally. It was heard, the thousand years of proverbs, all the planets shining, all the events have lived and descended. The rain became grain, the meat became a friendly form, frowned at the enemy, spoke to Trius Kikero, Milton and Angelo in the storm. Cover your wisdom with joy, play with a bow, and shoot white. And I am poor and small, and I love the wisdom of the remaining labor in a frequent interval without wisdom. I avoided that faithful man's eyes that I avoided his eyes, and I avoided the tired Hassan gaze. " The world of IV citizens will greatly allow the bard living in his words. But boldly, if the poet bends the practice and follow its powerful heart, let's be ashamed of the times, live away, -see, Solis, I found it, I was in a row. Good goods that you will not lose! However, if I tried to walk alone, neither the cloak nor the bread trap belongs to me, but I want you to remember it well, the wasteful words of the sphere accidentally. It was heard, the thousand years of proverbs, all the planets shining, all the events have lived and descended. The rain became grain, the meat became a friendly shape, frowned at the enemy, spoke to Trius Kikero, Milton and Angelo in the storm. Cover your wisdom with joy, play with a bow, and shoot white.

WEBSTER

The free winds, slaughtering, divined and told him what they knew. This bona fide witness, conclusions and omens filled the bare air. Birds brought fluff on their wings and dug what brought him to warn him. Now, then, did the poet scorn to write things in writing or learn about couriers in more curious characters? And on his mind at dawn lay the soft shadows of evening. * Scouts cannot follow his path, and no one will trust him until he shows them diamonds in daylight. Neither the wine of the feast, nor the land, nor the gold, nor the power, drives him to his chosen time by the desires and pains of God. Syriam scatters its seeds, and your wheat transforms souls.

FROM THE PHI BETA KAPPA POEM

I grieve that a soul better than I reads my recitation: High-destined youths and holy maidens majestic this shade of my orchard. Surround me, and I am baptized with the light that flows from gentle eyes. I, ungrateful, who neither loves nor knows. Love for a woman, love for a bartender, remarkable generosity, compliments, signs of kindness. Can I love myself then? Fame is as unprofitable as selfishness, and the good in nature is not allowed to love me. I am a mist that is hated when it approaches, like a cloud that sails falsely in a sphere.

Not for praise, but for thought. Thought is the wage for which they sell their days, and they gladly sell their age, preferring to age the deaf and dumb, the blind and the cold.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

The gift of fancy can make mountains high. The Muse can weave what is past and finished, in a web that is just beginning. It can manipulate time and size, here small, there large, and swell the raindrops into a single drop. And so, without repeating words, without gathering a flat crowd in a day, the love of the ruddy face surpasses the sage.

INDEX OF TITLES

Taste the strength that the Muse gives and the healing of thoughtful words. Music in the desert. Hang roses on stony destinies.

But most of all, he thanks God's daily praise, his best grace is to purify his eyes to see the heavenly people: the accuracy and friendship that extends from the blue mountains. Hands, confusing him, advised him about the welfare of happiness, and a better grace and true hug than they knew wine and food. They keep his heart away from adorable maiden, and make the darling on the ground, incredible, worthless, set the waist, with joy to postpone pleasure to another stage. Tell me.