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The beauteous dame, her arms expanding, clasi"d my temples
How six hundred and threescore horsemen were very cunningly vanquished and discomfited.
Panurge seeks the advice of Pantagruel and his friends as to whether he should marry.
Pantagruel then arose from table to visit and scour the thicket.
He lugs out his trusty sword with both his fists, and cut the sausage in twain.
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.
In the middle of July, the devil came to the place aforesaid, with all his crew at his heels.
All stiff drinkers, brave fellows, and good players at ninepins.
Immediately one of the girls brought him a tall-boy brimfull of extravagant wine.
With this accident we were all out of sorts, moping, drooping, metragrabolized, as dull as dun in the mire.
He comes to Chinon, the ancient city, yea the first city in the world.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat.
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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So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me.
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross.
And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon.
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
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And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away.
And the rain poured down from one black cloud.
Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread.
I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air.
'The game is done! I've won! I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
The altercation waxed hot in words ; which moved the gaping hoydens of the sottish Parisians to run from all parts thereabouts.
Since thou art pitiless, thy weary way
Border to border
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone.
The Book of Quels by Bernhard Frank, 2011
The Pygmies of the Heart by Bernhard Frank, 2009
"I moved my lips," the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit
Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold.
But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?
It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes.
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.
The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she.
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.
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 !
Who are you, You queer little crew?
Without and ado It slipt into the shoe!
Far away Shines a single ray.
Nevermore.
Mann on Man: Themes and Variations by Bernhard Frank, 2009
What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there.
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes.
About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night.
By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight!
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.
Too late he feels, by look, and deed, and word, How often he has crucified his Lord.
On, through morass and slough, he strives to fly From hateful memories of days gone by.
Transdix'd with awe, he feels his God is nigh
On this home by Horror haunted.
Wandering from the Nightly shore.
Open here I flung the shutter.
Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
Homeresque: A Trojan War Cycle by Bernhard Frank, 2009
The 4 Lives of Hamlet by Bernhard Frank, 2010
ANATKH.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
And here and there along the track Dropping a pebble to guide him back.
Now pumpkins-some fry 'em, some boil 'em, some stew 'em But no one before ever made one a brougham!
I'm going to my granny's to carry this jar And this cake from my mother. Indeed! Is it Far?
Oh, Granny, your teeth are tremendous in size! They're to eat you! - and he ate her!
The end releases other men from strife, His fate is ceaseless toil and deathless life.
Now when fantastic visions fill the air, Sorrow surrenders to a dull despair.
Spell-bound, they gather far and near to scan The weird senescence of that wondrous man.
--Here I opened wide the door -- Darkness there, and nothing more.
And a Time to Lie by Eli Netzer, Translated by Bernhard Frank, 2005
I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round.
[Poetry reading at Baldy Hall, University at Buffalo, December 17, 1978] / Edward Dorn.
John in the Wilderness by Bernhard Frank, 2006