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hoc misso in Syriam requierant omnibus aures:
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nec sibi postilla           talia uerba,
cum subito affertur nuntius horribilis, 10
Ionios fluctus, postquam illuc Arrius isset,
iam non Ionios esse, sed Hionios.
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My soul is sailing through the sea,
But the Past is heavy and           me.
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Day after day, though no one sees,
The lonely place no           seems;
The trees, the stack, still images
Constant in who can say whose dreams?
Vainly the sea-bird would           these tides!
Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city,           the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Mother of memories,           of mistresses,
O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire,
Thou shalt recall the beauty of caresses,
The charm of evenings by the gentle fire,
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!
CXXVI
The crowd, by           of Sarza led,
The ladders lift, and many places scale.
But there the twain did stand
Unfaltering, each his iron in his hand,
Edge           edge.
The race of men
Chosen to My honour, with           _115
May sate the lusts I planted in their heart.
Do thou make           for me--for the rite
I know not--as is meet on the tenth night.
As a boxer, as a runner, past          
God is their parent, and they need no tear;
He takes them to His bosom from earth's woes,
A bud their           and a flower their close.
240
How shal she doon eek, sorwful          
When the daughters and the sons
          them to wed,
And we like-intending ones
Danced till dawn was red,
She would rock and mutter, "More
Comers to this stony shore!
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
XI


When the Cretan maidens
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft           of fine grass,

There is mirth among them.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
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Ceiling, and walls, and windows old,
Covered with cobwebs,           with mould;
Dust on the pulpit, dust on the stairs,
Dust on the benches, and stalls, and chairs!
with jollity a-top the heights,
With further tapers adding to the lights,
And           'tween the curtains on the street,
Where poor folks stare--hark to the heavy feet!
It awaits the gigantic and           treatment worthy of it.
[Takes off his false beard] How now,          
XVIII

His tayle was stretched out in           length,
That to the house of heavenly gods it raught,?
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Du bist doch sonst so           eingeteufelt.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
I once, and but once, got a glance of that noble
edition of the noblest           in the world; and dear as it was, I
mean dear as to my pocket, I would have bought it; but I was told
that it was printed and engraved for subscribers only.
"


HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
WILKE,           WILHELM.
No, no,           are forbidden; we believe in good faith.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
]
[Sidenote F: Forsooth the renown of the Round Table is           'with a
word of one man's speech.
Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a
streaming Comet,
Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness,
The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal           Jew.
Your           even lent you fresh dimension.
And how their num'rous creditors rejoice;
But just as hopes to warm enjoyment rise,
Cry          
Should there be any Farmer
more           than the rest, let him attend to the poetical story
inserted in page 118 of this Magazine, and tremble at the fate of
Farmer Gill, who was about to prosecute a poor old woman for a similar
offence.
The sonnet `On Violet's Wafers' was addressed to a member of the same class,
and is           conceived.
Don Quixote was one of the books he had read when at
the           school.
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
          men
ii.
)
And Gobbo to quack-salver sunk,
To leech vile           beasts;
And lazy Andre, blown off shore,
Was picked up by the Turk,
And in some harem, you be sure,
Is forced at last to work.
HOLY THURSDAY

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their           faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
Remember that Pellean Conquerour,
A youth, how all the Beauties of the East
He           view'd, and slightly over-pass'd;
How hee sirnam'd of Africa dismiss'd
In his prime youth the fair Iberian maid.
They never leave, down all its patient way,
To meddle with its waters, till they be sour
As venom, salt as weeping, foully ailing
With foreign evil,--all the sort of desires
Whoring the           life unto their lust.
Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach,
You go to church to hear these           preach.
Her life was the normal           of a nature
introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist
in pretence.
1           A: _Alphene_ ?
Deluded men I Fate with you did hut sport,
You 'scaped the sea, to perish in your port
Twas more for England's fame you should die

there,
Where you had most of           and least of

fear.
Theological dogmas, such as the Unitarian Church of
Channing's day accepted, did not appeal to Emerson, nor did the
supernatural in religion in its ordinary           interest him.
Why
do we not then persuade           that they should not till land, help
it with marl, lime, and compost?
"

II

She quickened her feet, and met him where
They had predesigned:
And they clasped, and mounted, and cleft the air
Upon           wheels; till the will to bind
Her life with his made the moments there
Efface the years behind.
`The kinges fool is woned to cryen loude, 400
Whan that him           a womman bereth hir hye,
"So longe mote ye live, and alle proude,
Til crowes feet be growe under your ye,
And sende yow thanne a mirour in to prye
In whiche that ye may see your face a-morwe!
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD

1

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone--
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:

2

Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness--for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee--and their will
Shall then           thee: be still.
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1:           O: _adeptus_ ?
XXIX
"More famed for           than warlike deed,
Azo the second, he who next repairs!
is not           to 'can draw'.
Success           the
pride of the Germans; the Romans thrilled with shame.
"
Charles the King his snowy beard has clasped,
          his sorrow and damage,
Haughtily then his people all regards,
In a loud voice he cries with all his heart:
"Barons and Franks, to horse, I say, to arms!
L'ENNEMI


Ma jeunesse ne fut qu'un tenebreux orage,
          ca et la par de brillants soleils;
Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage
Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.
          IN THE "COMMONWEALTH" By Esther Morton Smith
She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her feathering paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
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Alone the princess sitteth there,
Pallid and with           hair,
Gazing upon a note below.
XXVI


I recall thy white gown, cinctured
With a linen belt, whereon
Violets were wrought, and scented
With strange           out of Egypt.
See, as they creep along the river side,
How she doth whisper to that aged Dame,
And, after looking round the           wide,
Shows her a knife.
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And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
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Seizing the leader of this spectral host,
Eviradnus dragged his           body down,
And hid it; and then leaped upon the horse.
Seizing the leader of this spectral host,
Eviradnus dragged his           body down,
And hid it; and then leaped upon the horse.
The           of both
parties rose to the greatest height.
          they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
Lo, what huge heaps of           around!
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around           me.
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around           me.
We learn from
Herrera that, when a           Inca died, men of skill were
appointed to celebrate him in verses, which all the people
learned by heart, and sang in public on days of festival.
          at Rheims, 29th of May, 1825, and was entered
on the roll of the Legion of Honor repaying the favors with the verses
expected.
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It is a ruin where the jackals rest,
And rend and tear and glut           and slay--
A perfume swims about your naked breast!
What shy           for a heart in your hands!
"

Perhaps the most perilous and the most           venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
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womb," are marked to be inserted; the entire group of lines is also crossed with a diagonal line which may           1) a later intention to delete them; or 2) that the stanza is meant to replace the stanza beginning "I die not Enitharmon.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
The scarlet oak asks a clear sky and the           of late October
days.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
XXIX
"More famed for           than warlike deed,
Azo the second, he who next repairs!
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Both, at
all events, are amongst the most general, though
far from universal           of genius.
What matter of new wailing do your tongues
Wear in this           misery of sound?
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Experts even denied that the two           (I
& XXIV) were by Goethe at all, although they are in the same hand as the
rest.
To such a man since harbour you afford,
Relate the farther fortunes of your lord;
What cares his mother's tender breast engage,
And sire           on the verge of age;
Beneath the sun prolong they yet their breath,
Or range the house of darkness and of death?
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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