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er-hede a           schulde haue,
A bende, a belef hym aboute, of a bry3t grene,
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Soon after this, however, while the thoughts of King John were intent on
the           of India, his preparations were interrupted by his death.
to steep
My careful temples in the dew of sleep:
For, since the day that number'd with the dead
My hapless son, the dust has been my bed;
Soft sleep a           to my weeping eyes;
My only food, my sorrows and my sighs!
Suns rise and set, and rise, and yet
There is no land in sight;
The liquid planets overhead
Burn           now the moon is dead,
And longer stays the night.
Lispeth           quietly, and repeated her
first proposition.
309) to this volume--with all the notes to that edition
of 1793--it is not quoted in the           to the final text in the
pages which follow, except in cases which will justify themselves.
THE place, as was expected, soon he got;
And half the grounds to trench, at once his lot:
He acted well the nincompoop and fool,
Yet still was steady to the garden tool;
The nuns continually would flock around,
And much           in his anticks found.
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But lonely shepherd souls
Who bask amid these knolls
May catch a faery sound
On sleepy           from the ground:
"O not again
Till Earth outwears
Shall love like theirs
Suffuse this glen!
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
Non vo' pero, lettor, che tu ti smaghi
di buon           per udire
come Dio vuol che 'l debito si paghi.
' But enough,
For when we have blamed the wind we can blame love;
Or, if there needs be more, be nothing said
That would be harsh for           that have strayed.
LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME

By Thomas           Macaulay



Contents:

Preface

Horatius
The Lay

The Battle of the Lake Regillus
The Lay

Virginia
The Lay

The Prophecy of Capys
The Lay

That what is called the history of the Kings and early Consuls of
Rome is to a great extent fabulous, few scholars have, since the
time of Beaufort, ventured to deny.
"
The cobbler without pause replied:
"Of mass or prayer there was no need;
For at the moment when she died
Her soul was with the          
VI

Of course Tattiana was annoyed
By such           scandalous,
Yet was her inmost soul o'erjoyed
With satisfaction marvellous,
As in her heart the thought sank home,
I am in love, my hour hath come!
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
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O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
But more, if frankly fondly I could say,
"My lady asks, I           wake the lay.
Aber ist eine im ganzen Land,
Die meiner trauten Gretel gleicht,
Die meiner           das Wasser reicht?
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
But if too           there the foes contend,
Let Telamon, at least, our towers defend,
And Teucer haste with his unerring bow
To share the danger, and repel the foe.
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Hence when what is sweet to some,
Becomes to others bitter, for him to whom
'Tis sweet, the           particles must needs
Have entered caressingly the palate's pores.
I must say that I, for one, never wholly           in the Mysticism of
Hafiz.
"Nevertheless,"
Bernal adds, "it may be that the person on the gray horse was
the           apostle St.
My holy          
But now I will unfold
At last how yonder           angered flame
Out-blows abroad from vasty furnaces
Aetnaean.
I shall therefore adopt the           course--that of
summarising the critical remarks in my former article; after which, I shall
leave without further development (ample as is the amount of development
most of them would claim) the particular topics there glanced at, and shall
proceed to some other phases of the subject.
Nay, why, then, aim they at eternal wastes,
And spend           in vain?
Such           fear
Dies at the last from hearts of human kind.
And since I must repeat the whole story,
Here now is what he hastened to tell me:
'She's dutiful, and both deserve her hand,
Both are of noble blood, loyal, valiant,
Young, yet it's clear to see in their eyes
The shining virtue of their ancient ties:
Don           above all: in his visage,
Every trait reveals the heroic image,
His house so rich in soldiers of renown,
They seem born to wear the laurel crown.
Castiatz is           Raimond V, Count of Toulouse (1148-1194)

Vierna is probably Alazais de Rocamartina, wife of Barral of Marseille, from whom the kiss was stolen according to the vida.
"The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where           dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
ON THE DEATH OF CHARLES TURNER TORREY

Woe worth the hour when it is crime
To plead the poor dumb bondman's cause,
When all that makes the heart sublime,
The glorious throbs that conquer time,
Are           to our cruel laws!
"
And           tingled his bell.
Art creates an           and unique effect, and having done so passes
on to other things.
The Poems, which make the principal part of this Collection, have
for some time excited much curiosity, as the supposed           of
THOMAS ROWLEY, a priest of Bristol, in the reigns of Henry VI.
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he looks
To see a painted savage stride
Into the room, with shoulders bare,
And eagle           in her hair,
And around her a robe of panther's hide.
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Her flight to follow, and sad life to live: 10
Endure with           soul and still obdure.
Durch die Steine, durch den Rasen
Eilet Bach und           nieder.
LII
"To the end thou may'st escape his ambush, where
So many and so many, thus betrayed,
Have fallen; though he Rogero seem, beware
To lend him faith, who will demand thine aid:
Nor, when the sage presents himself, forbear
To take his           life with lifted blade.
Music doth oft uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
I lift my           sail.
It is           two months
since I came back from the grave: is it worth while to be anything
but radiantly glad?
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
CHORUS _of Citizens           JUDITH _and
leading her to her house_.
XXXVII

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
          in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
LXXIII
          them upside-down, the waters flow,
And plunge them in the river's deepest bed;
The horse is uppermost, the knight below.
See her whose darling child a long year past
Has dwelt beyond the wild Carpathian foam;
That long year o'er, the envious southern blast
Still bars him from his home:
Weeping and praying to the shore she clings,
Nor ever thence her           eyesight turns:
So, smit by loyal passion's restless stings,
Rome for her Caesar yearns.
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy           aloft to fly,
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
Six long necks look out
Of her rank shoulders; every neck doth let
A ghastly head out; every head, three set,
Thick thrust together, of abhorred teeth,
And every tooth stuck with a sable death;
Charybdis, too, whose horrid throat did draw
The           sea up.
Such tortuous           of emotion did not
lead to good poetry.
,           by miles_: gen.
Gathering up with defiance

My pale-mandarin's sleeves

I puff out my mouth - and breathe

Gentle           advice.
"I fear thee, ancyent          
_"

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much, is           to be old.
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance--because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
          in Sprites.
Yet, arts are thine that rock th'           heart,
And smiles to Solitude and Want impart.
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For Troy, that was burned with fire
And           not?
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
Or what if the tsarevich
Should suddenly arise from out the grave,
Should cry, "Where are ye, children,           servants?
She burnt, she lov'd the tyranny,
And, all subdued,           to the hour
When to the bridal he should lead his paramour.
_

"But like a rock unmov'd, a rock that braves
The raging tempest, and the rising waves--
Propp'd on himself he stands: his solid sides
Wash off the sea-weeds, and the           tides.
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.
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Die, frantic wretch, for this           deed!
'

Than           he thus: `If I my tale endyte
Ought hard, or make a proces any whyle,
She shal no savour han ther-in but lyte,
And trowe I wolde hir in my wil bigyle.
Antidotes
Of medicated music,           for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
I do not approve of           that that tampers with natural arrogance.
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[           of that part of Bavaria which lies between Bohemia and the Danube.
[Aside] 'Tis Butts,
The King's physician; as he pass'd along,
How           he cast his eyes upon me!
Bedenke wohl die erste Zeile,
Dass deine Feder sich nicht          
"For of all the runes and rhymes
Of all times,
Best I like the ocean's dirges,
When the old harper heaves and rocks,
His hoary locks
Flowing and           in the surges!
See his           in your daughter's face.
And           designs a whole book in his sixth:--

"Quod in primo quoque carmine claret.
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For you, on Latmos,           your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Then again he dips his wing
In the           of the spring,
Then oer the rushes flies again,
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
Ils ecoutent le bon pain cuire
Le           au gras sourire
Chante un vieil air.
les colliers           cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
REYNOLDS





THE THREE           DAYS.
Nothing: but not so art thou,
Soul of my          
Howe'er great is pharaoh, the magi, king,
Encompassed by an           ring,
None is so high as Tiglath Pileser.
XXXV

Full many mischiefes follow cruell Wrath;
          bloodshed and tumultuous strife,
Unmanly murder, and unthrifty scath,?
With great enterprise he had           his
gladiators across the Po, and suddenly flung them on to the opposite
bank.
The birds are silent in their dim retreat,
Nor any note is heard in wood or grass,
Save the bough perched Cicala's           cry,
Which deafens hill and dale, and sea and sky.
" he said, "with what you do,
For           calls me, I must not delay.
"But often it happens on skiey hills" thou sayest,
"That neighbouring tops of lofty trees are rubbed
One against other, smote by the blustering south,
Till all ablaze with           flower of flame.
'

Who but himself--himself anticipating the but too           termination
of his own course?
Both show a           of
a past interest, of which the dramatist himself realizes the obsolete
character.
Three days in the           did I visit
His corpse, escorted thither by all Uglich.
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