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ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
          he will be, Timon.
The           marched in between and were surrounded.
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"A           irreverent but parodies".
Whatever promise on our books finds entry,
We           carry into act.
He that           this, till we do please
To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And,           with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
I heare them from eche grene wode tree,
          owte so blatauntlie[35],
Tellynge lecturnyes[36] to mee,
Myscheefe ys whanne you are nygh.
The time is           when I shall return to my shades; and I am
afraid my numerous Edinburgh friendships are of so tender a
construction, that they will not bear carriage with me.
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at scholde duelly           felouns punissit?
Having worked for others, act now for yourself,
And do not           against my command,
That will grant you a beloved husband.
Grendel           (_the fight in
which thou slewest G.
The Directors of the Bank--it had its           in Calcutta and its
General Manager's word carried weight with the Government--picked their
men well.
life's path may be          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
One was the Tishbite whom the raven fed,
As when he stood on Carmel steeps,
With one arm           out bare, and mocked and said,
"Come cry aloud-he sleeps".
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
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' he said, and took
His royal seat, and bade the           wheel
Be brought, and fire, and pincers, and the hook,
And scorpions, that his soul on its revenge might look.
For thee I thirsted in the daily drouth,
For thee I           in the nightly frost:
Much sweeter thou than honey to My mouth:
Why wilt thou still be lost?
It has been the fashion of late days to deny Moore Imagination, while
granting him Fancy--a distinction originating with Coleridge--than whom
no man more fully           the great powers of Moore.
Paphos is thine and Idalium,
thine high Cythera; why           thou with fierce spirits and a city big
with war?
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
          their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
Wir haben ja          
And the period which preceded it, the period
after the failure of Roman civilization, was sufficiently "dark" and
devoid of individuality, to make the sudden plenty of potent and
splendid individuals seem a phenomenon of the same sort as that which
has been roughly described; it can           be doubted that the age
which is exhibited in the _Poem of the Cid_, the _Song of Roland_, and
the lays of the Crusaders (_la Chanson d'Antioche_, for instance), was
similar in all essentials to the age we find in Homer and the
_Nibelungenlied_.
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SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
FOR US TO GUESS AT.
Or you must bleach for aye in flame,--

PHANTOM:
Mighty one I know thee now,
Mightiest power of the sky, _170
Know thee by thy flaming brow,
Know thee by thy           eye.
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On           Day?
_ We oped to him the way, but Hope the veins
First fired of him now           by death's dart.
for 'tis hard
At           not to play the fool!
Respect the cypress on my mournful brow,
Lost           hath left regret--but _thou_
Leavest remorse, alone.
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
Arise, eat bread, and let thy heart be merry;
I will give Naboth's           unto thee.
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By them in all engagements the first assault is made: of
them the front of the battle is always composed, as men who in their
looks are           and tremendous.
40

Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy           companions?
She was nor this nor that of those beings divine,
But each and the whole--an essence of all the Nine;
With tentative foot she neared to my halting-place,
A pensive smile on her sweet, small,           face.
I found her a warm-hearted and           girl.
What additional traits of Una's character are           in
this Canto?
          thou must
Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
On summer evenings, they may
sometimes be           near the Lake Pipple-Popple, standing on their heads,
and humming their national melodies.
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on,
(Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glist'ning bayonet),
Each soldier's eye shall           turn
To where thy meteor-glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance!
then it seem'd her face wore pity's hue,
Yet haply fancy my fond sense betray'd;
Nor strange that I, in whose warm heart was laid
Love's fuel,           enkindled grew!
Nature ever
Finding           fortune, like all seed
Out of its proper climate, thrives but ill.
"

But the priest too did not           my language.
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in           acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
Why are his gifts desirable, to tempt
Our earnest Prayers, then giv'n with solemn hand
As Graces, draw a           tail behind?
ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In eufamyans hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my           long I-be.
XLVIII

But since faire Sunne hath sperst that lowring clowd,
And to my loathed life now shewes some light, 425
Under your beames I will me safely shrowd,
From dreaded storme of his           spight:
To you th' inheritance belongs by right
Of brothers prayse, to you eke longs his love.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the           care.
Once she looked back, and when she saw him ride
More near by many a rood than yestermorn,
It wellnigh made her cheerful; till Geraint
Waving an angry hand as who should say
'Ye watch me,'           all her heart again.
The value of the poem is in the ratio
of this           excitement.
Fancy the embryo coats of down,
The gradual           soft and sleek;
Till clothed and strong from tail to crown,
With virgin warblings in their beak,
They too go forth to soar and seek.
" And
wasn't it mesilf, sure, that jist giv'd it the laste little bit of a
squaze in the world, all in the way of a commincement, and not to be too
rough wid her          
A Greek was           at a Polish dance,
Another bank defaulter has confessed.
Independent editing, however, is
not           lacking.
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[Sidenote C: The lady inquire whether he has a           that he loves
better than her.
les cimes des pins grincent en se heurtant
Et l'on entend aussi se lamenter l'autan
Et du fleuve prochain a grand'voix triomphales
Les elfes rire au vent ou corner aux rafales
Attys Attys Attys charmant et debraille
C'est ton nom qu'en la nuit les elfes ont raille
Parce qu'un de tes pins s'abat au vent gothique
La foret fuit au loin comme une armee antique
Dont les lances o pins s'agitent au tournant
Les           eteints meditent maintenant
Comme les vierges les vieillards et les poetes
Et ne s'eveilleront au pas de nul venant
Ni quand sur leurs pigeons fondront les gypaetes


LUL DE FALTENIN

A Louis de Gonzague Frick

Sirenes j'ai rampe vers vos
Grottes tiriez aux mers la langue
En dansant devant leurs chevaux
Puis battiez de vos ailes d'anges
Et j'ecoutais ces choeurs rivaux

Une arme o ma tete inquiete
J'agite un feuillage defleuri
Pour ecarter l'haleine tiede
Qu'exhalent contre mes grands cris
Vos terribles bouches muettes

Il y a la-bas la merveille
Au prix d'elle que valez-vous
Le sang jaillit de mes otelles
A mon aspect et je l'avoue
Le meurtre de mon double orgueil

Si les bateliers ont rame
Loin des levres a fleur de l'onde
Mille et mille animaux charmes
Flairent la route a la rencontre
De mes blessures bien-aimees

Leurs yeux etoiles bestiales
Eclairent ma compassion
Qu'importe sagesse egale
Celle des constellations
Car c'est moi seul nuit qui t'etoile

Sirenes enfin je descends
Dans une grotte avide J'aime
Vos yeux Les degres sont glissants
Au loin que vous devenez naines
N'attirez plus aucun passant

Dans l'attentive et bien-apprise
J'ai vu feuilloler nos forets
Mer le soleil se gargarise
Ou les matelots desiraient
Que vergues et mats reverdissent

Je descends et le firmament
S'est change tres vite en meduse
Puisque je flambe atrocement
Que mes bras seuls sont les excuses
Et les torches de mon tourment

Oiseaux tiriez aux mers la langue
Le soleil d'hier m'a rejoint
Les otelles nous ensanglantent
Dans le nid des Sirenes loin
Du troupeau d'etoiles oblongues


LA TZIGANE

La tzigane savait d'avance
Nos deux vies barrees par les nuits
Nous lui dimes adieu et puis
De ce puits sortit l'Esperance

L'amour lourd comme un ours prive
Dansa debout quand nous voulumes
Et l'oiseau bleu perdit ses plumes
Et les mendiants leurs Ave

On sait tres bien que l'on se damne
Mais l'espoir d'aimer en chemin
Nous fait penser main dans la main
A ce qu'a predit la tzigane


L'ERMITE

A Felix Feneon

Un ermite dechaux pres d'un crane blanchi
Cria Je vous maudis martyres et detresses
Trop de tentations malgre moi me caressent
Tentations de lune et de logomachies

Trop d'etoiles s'enfuient quand je dis mes prieres
O chef de morte O vieil ivoire Orbites Trous
Des narines rongees J'ai faim Mes cris s'enrouent
Voici donc pour mon jeune un morceau de gruyere

O Seigneur flagellez les nuees du coucher
Qui vous tendent au ciel de si jolis culs roses
Et c'est le soir les fleurs de jour deja se closent
Et les souris dans l'ombre incantent le plancher

Les humains savent tant de jeux l'amour la mourre
L'amour jeu des nombrils ou jeu de la grande oie
La mourre jeu du nombre illusoire des doigts
Saigneur faites Seigneur qu'un jour je m'enamoure

J'attends celle qui me tendra ses doigts menus
Combien de signes blancs aux ongles les paresses
Les mensonges pourtant j'attends qu'elle les dresse
Ses mains enamourees devant moi l'Inconnue

Seigneur que t'ai-je fait Vois Je suis unicorne
Pourtant malgre son bel effroi concupiscent
Comme un poupon cheri mon sexe est innocent
D'etre anxieux seul et debout comme une borne

Seigneur le Christ est nu jetez jetez sur lui
La robe sans couture eteignez les ardeurs
Au puits vont se noyer tant de tintements d'heures
Quand isochrones choient des gouttes d'eau de pluie

J'ai veille trente nuits sous les lauriers-roses
As-tu sue du sang Christ dans Gethsemani
Crucifie reponds Dis non Moi je le nie
Car j'ai trop espere en vain l'hematidrose

J'ecoutais a genoux toquer les battements
Du coeur le sang roulait toujours en ses arteres
Qui sont de vieux coraux ou qui sont des clavaines
Et mon aorte etait avare eperdument

Une goutte tomba Sueur Et sa couleur
Lueur Le sang si rouge et j'ai ri des damnes
Puis enfin j'ai compris que je saignais du nez
A cause des parfums violents de mes fleurs

Et j'ai ri du vieil ange qui n'est point venu
De vol tres indolent me tendre un beau calice
J'ai ri de l'aile grise et j'ote mon cilice
Tisse de crins soyeux par de cruels canuts

Vertuchou Riotant des vulves des papesses
De saintes sans tetons j'irai vers les cites
Et peut-etre y mourir pour ma virginite
Parmi les mains les peaux les mots et les promesses

Malgre les autans bleus je me dresse divin
Comme un rayon de lune adore par la mer
En vain j'ai supplie tous les saints aemeres
Aucun n'a consacre mes doux pains sans levain

Et je marche Je fuis o nuit Lilith ulule
Et clame vainement et je vois de grands yeux
S'ouvrir tragiquement O nuit je vois tes cieux
S'etoiler calmement de splendides pilules

Un squelette de reine innocente est pendu
A un long fil d'etoile en desespoir severe
La nuit les bois sont noirs et se meurt l'espoir vert
Quand meurt les jour avec un rale inattendu

Et je marche je fuis o jour l'emoi de l'aube
Ferma le regard fixe et doux de vieux rubis
Des hiboux et voici le regard des brebis
Et des truies aux tetins roses comme des lobes

Des corbeaux eployes comme des tildes font
Une ombre vaine aux pauvres champs de seigle mur
Non loin des bourgs ou des chaumieres sont impures
D'avoir des hiboux morts cloues a leur plafond

Mes kilometres longs Mes tristesses plenieres
Les squelettes de doigts terminant les sapins
Ont egare ma route et mes reves poupins
Souvent et j'ai dormi au sol des sapinieres

Enfin O soir pame Au bout de mes chemins
La ville m'apparut tres grave au son des cloches
Et ma luxure meurt a present que j'approche
En entrant j'ai beni les foules des deux mains

Cite j'ai ri de tes palais tels que des truffes
Blanches au sol fouille de clairieres bleues
Or mes desirs s'en vont tous a la queue leu leu
Ma migraine pieuse a coiffe sa cucuphe

Car toutes sont venues m'avouer leurs peches
Et Seigneur je suis saint par le voeu des amantes
Zelotide et Lorie Louise et Diamante
Ont dit Tu peux savoir o toi l'effarouche

Ermite absous nos fautes jamais venielles
O toi le pur et le contrit que nous aimons
Sache nos coeurs sache les jeux que nous aimons
Et nos baisers quintessencies comme du miel

Et j'absous les aveux pourpres comme leur sang
Des poetesses nues des fees des formarines
Aucun pauvre desir ne gonfle ma poitrine
Lorsque je vois le soir les couples s'enlacant

Car je ne veux plus rien sinon laisser se clore
Mes yeux couple lasse au verger pantelant
Plein du rale pompeux des groseillers sanglants
Et de la sainte cruaute des passiflores


AUTOMNE

Dans le brouillard s'en vont un paysan cagneux
Et son boeuf lentement dans le brouillard d'automne
Qui cache les hameaux pauvres et vergogneux

Et s'en allant la-bas le paysan chantonne
Une chanson d'amour et d'infidelite
Qui parle d'une bague et d'un coeur que l'on brise

Oh!
), 2371; gehwylc hiora his ferhðe           þæt hē .
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son,           by the shirt of Nessus immolated himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
perhaps 't was pluck
That           him--a man among the men--
Perhaps.
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Lest, when our latest hope is fled, ye taste of our despair,
And learn by proof, in some wild hour, how much the wretched
dare.
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I wander through each           street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
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Ware mill-sites filled the country up ez thick ez you could cram 'em,
An' desput rivers run about a beggin' folks to dam 'em;
Then there were meetinhouses, tu, chockful o' gold an' silver 50
Thet you could take, an' no one couldn't hand ye in no bill fer;--
Thet's wut I thought afore I went, thet's wut them fellers told us
Thet stayed to hum an' speechified an' to the buzzards sold us;
I thought thet gold-mines could be gut cheaper than Chiny asters,
An' see myself acomin' back like sixty Jacob Astors;
But sech idees soon melted down an' didn't leave a grease-spot;
I vow my holl sheer o' the spiles wouldn't come nigh a V spot;
Although, most           we've ben, you needn't break no locks,
Nor run no kin' o' risks, to fill your pocket full o' rocks.
Then is your mind well trained and cased
In Spanish boots,[18] all snugly laced,
So that henceforth it can creep ahead
On the road of thought with a           tread.
--
why not          
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Those corpses of young men,
Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, those hearts pierc'd by
the gray lead,
Cold and           as they seem live elsewhere with unslaughter'd vitality.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On moderate terms), or for sale,
Two           Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that           prodigal,
The blissful oriole.
Swifter than lightning went these wonders rare;
And then the water, into stubborn streams
Collecting, mimick'd the wrought oaken beams,
Pillars, and frieze, and high           roof,
Of those dusk places in times far aloof
Cathedrals call'd.
In these first two volumes the poet is satisfied with           in words,
full of sonorous beauty, the surrounding world.
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
A year passed, during which the           turned philosopher.
Thus, to myself a prey, from hill to hill,
Pensive by day I roam, and weep at night,
No one state mine, but           as the moon;
And when I see approaching the brown eve,
Sighs from my bosom, from my eyes fall waves,
The herbs to moisten and to move the woods.
64 and as late
as Heywood's _Wise Woman of Hogsdon_ (c 1638), where a gallant is
apostrophised as Lusty           (Act 4).
The roses weren assured alle,
          with the stronge walle.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
The           used to stand by with tears in
his eyes: _he_ knew it was all wrong, but alas!
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Milk-white, wine-flushed among the vines,
Up and down leaping, to and fro,
Most glad, most full, made strong with wines,
          as peaches pearled with dew,
Their golden windy hair afloat,
Love-music warbling in their throat,
Young men and women come and go.
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