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Up, he exclaim'd, " brother I upon thy feet arise"
Who then, amongst us here aloft, hath brought thee?
With equal pace, as oxen in the yoke
|Boredom with Nikos,| Harry Jacobus with dog, Berkeley
The monks knew not, in that extremity, to which of all their saints they should vow themselves.
My so good wife dead, who was the most this, the most that, that ever was in the world.
He went to see the city, and was behold of everybody there with great admiration.
Bridlegoose relateth the history of the reconcilers.
The monstrous physetere was slain by Pantagruel
In fine, they were all of them forced to sea, and drowned like so many rats.
[Lecture on Herman Melville at Goddard College, April 14, 1962] / Charles Olson.
James Joyce with Sylvia Beach at Shakespeare and Company
So, within the lights, the saintly creatures flying, sang
Long as 'tis lawful for me, shall my steps follow on thine
Salve regina, on the grass and flowers, here chanting
A lady young and beautiful, I dream'd, was passing o'er a lea
Before my sight appear'd, with open wings, the beauteous image
Cost what they will, cried Panurge, trade with me for one of them, paying you well.
I most humbly beseech your lanternship to lead us back.
Is there any greater pain of the teeth than when the dogs have you by the legs?
They found the old woman sitting in a corner of her chimney.
Striking them down as a mason doth little knobs of stone.
The beauteous dame, her arms expanding, clasi"d my temples
How six hundred and threescore horsemen were very cunningly vanquished and discomfited.
He lugs out his trusty sword with both his fists, and cut the sausage in twain.
Pantagruel then arose from table to visit and scour the thicket.
Panurge seeks the advice of Pantagruel and his friends as to whether he should marry.
The furred law cats scrambling after the crowns from Panurge's purse.
The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around.
All stiff drinkers, brave fellows, and good players at ninepins.
With this accident we were all out of sorts, moping, drooping, metragrabolized, as dull as dun in the mire.
Immediately one of the girls brought him a tall-boy brimfull of extravagant wine.
In the middle of July, the devil came to the place aforesaid, with all his crew at his heels.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat.
He comes to Chinon, the ancient city, yea the first city in the world.
Man on Ship
Rabelais dissecting society and writing his book.
The Pastoral Concert or Allegory On the Invention of Pastoral Poetry
The Pastoral Concert or Allegory On the Invention of Pastoral Poetry
It was the pantagruelion manufactured and fashioned into a halter, and serving in the place and office of a cravat.
At another time he laid in some fair place, where the said watch was to pass, train of gunpowder.
The moving Moon went up the sky.
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And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon.
That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me.
With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross.
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
He did swim in deep waters, on his belly, on his back, sideways with all his body, with his feet only, with one hand in the air.
Immediately thereafter were appointed for him seventeen thousand nine hundred and thirteen cows, to furnish him with milk.
I saw them, said Epistemon, 'all very busily employed in seeking of rusty pins and old nails in the kennels of the streets.
Mandolin With Rain by Bernhard Frank, 2008
Frontispiece.
I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air.
And the rain poured down from one black cloud.
'The game is done! I've won! I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread.
I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away.
And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Since thou art pitiless, thy weary way
The altercation waxed hot in words ; which moved the gaping hoydens of the sottish Parisians to run from all parts thereabouts.
Border to border
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone.
The Pygmies of the Heart by Bernhard Frank, 2009
The Book of Quels by Bernhard Frank, 2011
It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold.
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.
Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear.
But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?
The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she.
Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
"I moved my lips," the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit
Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes.
O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!
And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe.
My hatchet, lord Jupiter, my hatchet ! only my hatchet, O Jupiter !
Without and ado It slipt into the shoe!
Who are you, You queer little crew?
Far away Shines a single ray.
Nevermore.
Mann on Man: Themes and Variations by Bernhard Frank, 2009
This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight!
What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there.
By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night.
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes.
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink.
Robert Bertholf
By sucking very much at the purses of the pleading parties, they to the suits already begot form head, feet, claws, beaks, teeth, &c.
By arm, leg, or head, He dragged all the urchins from under the bed.
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The secret of the Sphinx.
It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon.
[Vancouver Poetry Conference, 1963] / Charles Olson.
Transdix'd with awe, he feels his God is nigh
On, through morass and slough, he strives to fly From hateful memories of days gone by.
Too late he feels, by look, and deed, and word, How often he has crucified his Lord.