All mighty Lord, who from thy glorious throne Seest and rulest all things e'en
as one: The smallest ant or atom knows thy power, Known also to each minute of an hour: (201; 1-4)
Between the trenches then they met, Shook hands, and e'en
did play At games on which their hearts were set On happy Christmas Day.
lt;< Narcisse, e'en
est fait, Neron est amoureux.
My Father gave In charge to me This child of earth E'en
from its birth, To serve and save, Alleluia, And saved is he.
Apres eux, e'en
est fini de cette jubilation revolutionnaire qui n'a touche exclusivement que les plus grandes--son etat de grace, de gaya scienza de l'apocalypse (Lenine etait gai) qui aurait rencontre la connivence et la sympathie d'un Nietzsche, et qui peut forcer meme celle du pire adversaire.
No scratch or stain was on his manly face, Nor o'er his raiment e'en
the smell of fire.
Poor POET-APE, that would be thought our chief, Whose works are e'en
the frippery of wit, From brokage is become so bold a thief, As we, the robb'd, leave rage, and pity it.
Halloween comes from 'All Hallows' E'en
,' the Christian festival commemorating All Saints or those who have died and gone ahead of us into the heavenly realms.
They call me through this hush of woods, reposing In the grey stillness of the summer morn, They wander by when heavy flowers are closing, And thoughts grow deep, and winds and stars are born; Ev'n as a fount's remember'd gushings burst On the parch'd traveller in his hour of thirst, E'en
thus they haunt me with sweet sounds, till worn By quenchless longings, to my soul I say--Oh
The heart lightened, the mind at ease, grasping at the absolving cup of salvation, the contrite, the dying Laurette, in the forgiving spirit of true piety, blessed e'en
the author of her guilt, and pronounced the balm of universal pardon.
At midnight, the poet hungers for a visit or a sign from his departed love to "tell me if our love is remembered e'en
in the sky.
The subjects of his investigations have ranged from the immaterial work Robert Barry created in 1969 for David Askevold's project class at the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design ( What Happens in Halifax Stays in Halifax [in 36 Slides], 2004-2006), to Martin Kippenberger's legendary "museum of modern art" on the Aegean island of Syros (What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger, 2007), to early mosaics made by Daniel Buren at a Caribbean resort hotel (le ne sais si e'en
est la cause [I Don't Know If That Is the Cause], 2009).
in enjoyment's hour his life he loses, His little foot to bear his weight refuses; So on he sips, and ere his draught is o'er, Death veils his thousand eyes for evermore.
, entreated from him as a gift Death; which from his hands I should more have prized Than all his surreptitious royalty: But all in vain: in his tyrannic breast He had resolved to reign, or die.
so she looked, she moved, she spoke, / But that soft sound th'illusion broke: / 'Father