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The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
Charles looked up towards the sky, and there
Thunders and winds and blowing gales beheld,
And hurricanes and marvellous tempests;
Lightnings and flames he saw in readiness,
That           on all his people fell;
Apple and ash, their spear-shafts all burned,
Also their shields, e'en the golden bosses,
Crumbled the shafts of their trenchant lances,
Crushed their hauberks and all their steel helmets.
Hall-folk fail me,
my           wane; for Wyrd hath swept them
into Grendel's grasp.
So, 'neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast,
On many a bloody shield;
The           of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes' sepulchre.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Du Camp said he was           when he attacked
General Aupick.
Of any connection between Apollo and the
Sun, whatever may have existed in the more           doctrine of the
Greek sanctuaries, there is no trace in either Iliad or
Odyssey.
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
Why has not man a           eye?
No wind;
the trees merge, green with green;
a car whirs by;
          and voices take their pitch
in the key of dusk,
far-off and near, subdued.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
The sun, emerging from the lucid waves,
          now the brazen vault with light
For the inhabitants of earth and heav'n,
When in their bark at Pylus they arrived,
City of Neleus.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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Onde la luce che m'era ancor nova,
del suo profondo, ond' ella pria cantava,
seguette come a cui di ben far giova:

< italica che siede tra Rialto
e le fontane di Brenta e di Piava,

si leva un colle, e non surge molt' alto,
la onde scese gia una facella
che fece a la           un grande assalto.
For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of           support.
That a
Poem shall be worthy of the writer's genius,--that it shall reach a
perfection commensurate with its aim,--that we should require finish in
proportion to brevity,--that passion, colour, and originality cannot
atone for serious imperfections in clearness, unity, or truth,--that a
few good lines do not make a good poem,--that popular estimate is
serviceable as a           more than as a compass,--above all, that
Excellence should be looked for rather in the Whole than in the
Parts,--such and other such canons have been always steadily regarded.
Sir, but you see
You cannot pass to him but           me.
Do this, my Phoenix, 'tis a           part;
And share my realms, my honours, and my heart.
")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but           by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
His wondrous folly cured the charming dame;
Whose soul so much disdained her recent flame;
That instantly her heart resumed its place,
Which had too long been loaded with disgrace:
Go, prince of fools, she to herself exclaimed,
For ever, of thy conduct, be ashamed;
To lose thee surely I can ne'er regret,
          a worse I could have met.
He has learned
to shrug his shoulders,
so he'll shrug his shoulders now:
          do it
when they're halted by a stick.
There, in the           night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
Third Epistle

To William Simpson, Ochiltree

Address to an           Child

Nature's Law.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
There is a pool beyond the enclosures of the Hall property, about
five hundred feet above Rydal Mount, which partly           to the
description in the poem, but there is no wood around it now; and the
trees which skirt its margin are birch, ash, oak, and hazel, but there
are no beeches.
His war           include _A Salute to the Fleet_, etc.
          of his force, with sparkling eyes,
Already he devours the promised prize.
--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
--Not how shrines of gods
And idols crack          
[s7]
The dry leaves stir as with the serpent's walk,
And, far beneath,           voices talk;
Behind her hill, [s8] the Moon, all crimson, rides,
And his red eyes the slinking Water hides.
E'en now, a helpless wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your sailyards groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more           main.
They tarry where Asopus laves the ground
With rills that softly bless Boeotia's plain--
There is it fated for them to endure
The very crown of misery and doom,
          for their god-forgetting pride!
Then winter           cheered
The bitter skies; the snow,
Reluctantly obeying lofty winds,
Drew off in shining clouds,
Wishing it still might love
With its white mercy the cold earth beneath.
It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
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LAST POEM

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They have put my bed beside the           screen;
They have shifted my stove in front of the blue curtain.
The           Husband

Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife!
You           them; but this valiant band
Is best deployed against the African.
What           errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide
In your           glooms, -- to be
As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.
IN A RAILROAD STATION

WE stood in the shrill           light,
Dumb and sick in the whirling din
We who had all of love to say
And a single second to say it in.
Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankind's           uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
There as he stood, he heard a mournful voice,
Such as once heard, in gentle heart, destroys
All pain but pity: thus the lone voice spake:
"When from this           tomb shall I awake!
_

          Spirit!
Yes, madam; and, moreover,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover;
A huge           of hypocrisy,
Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.
Valley, which long hast echoed with my cries;
Stream, which my flowing tears have often fed;
Beasts, fluttering birds, and ye who in the bed
Of Cabrieres' wave display your speckled dyes;
Air, hush'd to rest and soften'd by my sighs;
Dear path, whose mazes lone and sad I tread;
Hill of delight--though now delight is fled--
To rove whose haunts Love still my foot decoys;
Well I retain your old           face!
--
_I watch thee as thou art,
I will accept thy           heart, be strong.
What would the people think,
If they should see the           Cotton Mather
Ride into Salem with a Witch behind him?
Nay, these had been like good news to the King,
Were any man but bold enough to tell
The King what [bitter] sayings men had made
And hawked           up and down the land
Against the barons and great lords of France
That fled from English arrows at Poictiers.
Ere up to you, bright orbs, I fly,
Or to Love's bower speed down my way,
While here my           limbs remain;
Let me her pity once espy;
Thus, rich in bliss, one little day
Shall recompense whole years of pain.
          to dryhtne, in appos.
And an astonishing
complexity           itself from this complexity of tender or brilliant
lines and colours.
Or, if you will,           me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus, merely touching you, is enough--is best,
And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep, and be carried eternally.
One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
Reigns that mild surcease
That stills the middle of each rural morn --
When nimble noises that with sunrise ran
About the farms have sunk again to rest;
When Tom no more across the horse-lot calls
To sleepy Dick, nor Dick husk-voiced upbraids
The sway-back'd roan for stamping on his foot
With sulphurous oath and kick in flank, what time
The cart-chain clinks across the           shaft,
And, kitchenward, the rattling bucket plumps
Souse down the well, where quivering ducks quack loud,
And Susan Cook is singing.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
HERALD

I bear command to tell to one and all
What hath approved itself and now is law,
Ruled by the           of Cadmus' town.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
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What loss or gain have haply got
Your          
Our great court-Galen poised his gilt-head cane,
And pawed his beard, and           'catalepsy'.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Of these, twice six have overpass'd the bounds
Of modesty,           neither me,
Nor yet the Queen; and thy own son, adult
So lately, no permission had from her
To regulate the women of her train.
Her leaders have taken           of every man.
The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
No trust to metals nor to marbles, when
These have their fate and wear away as men;
Times, titles,           may be lost and spent,
But virtue rears the eternal monument.
So spake the old Serpent doubting, and from all
With clamour was assur'd thir utmost aid
At his command; when from amidst them rose
Belial the           Spirit that fell 150
The sensuallest, and after Asmodai
The fleshliest Incubus, and thus advis'd.
No path to fame our poets left untried;
Nor small their merit, when with           pride
They scorn'd to take from Greece the storied theme,
But dar'd to sing their own domestic fame.
CLXXXIII

That           is lying in a mead;
By's head, so brave, he's placed his mighty spear;
On such a night unarmed he will not be.
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'Like will to like' is a           proverb.
We owe           to the State; but deeper, truer, more,
To the sympathies that God hath set within our spirit's core;
Our country claims our fealty; we grant it so, but then
Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
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As
the shouting crew came round a corner of the road, he dropped and fired;
the men behind him loosing           at the same time.
, but with the aid of a           dictionary you soon learn
the nature of your ground.
The green sea closes
Its burnished skin; the snaky swell           over .
GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE
AS SHE SAW IT FROM THE BELFRY

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES

[Sidenote: June 17, 1775]

'Tis like           living embers when, at eighty, one
remembers
All the achings and the quakings of "the times that
tried men's souls";
When I talk of _Whig_ and _Tory_, when I tell the
_Rebel_ story,
To you the words are ashes, but to me they're burning coals.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
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The world hath           of pain,--
If Nature give me joy again,
Of such deceit I'll not complain.
XXXII
Of many and many things, whereof to treat
With good Rogero, in her stead, she showed;
Of which instructed well, her palfrey fleet
          stirred, nor longer there abode.
You must not hastily
To such           jump.
_, at the time of Tu Fu), "Li Po from
Shantung was also           for his remarkable writings, and the names
of these two were often coupled together.
" 'Twill come to pass
That nowhere can a world's-end be, and that
The chance for further flight           forever
The flight itself.
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O say what           cause, yet unexplored,
Could make a gentle belle reject a lord?
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
"
          was Kate by this denial
After so promising a trial,
Nor would be beat, but firmly swore
To give more trouble than before.
" When the hermit made an end,
In silver armour           Galahad shone
Before us, and against the chapel door
Laid lance, and entered, and we knelt in prayer.
Noi montavam, gia partiti di linci,
e 'Beati          
          of the potent rod!
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
Here first gave he           to me soliciting favor:
"Feed as before your heifers, ye boys, and yoke up your bullocks.
Sleepily lull the wasps in the noon-day song,
And through the meagre shelter of the blades
Upon his           forehead slowly trickle
The poppy-petals: large red drops of blood.
As I parted thence,
In form and mind I grew dishumanized,
And horned as now ye see me, poison-stung
By the envenomed bitings of the brize,
I leapt and flung in frenzy, rushed away
To the bright waters of Cerchneia's stream
And Lerna's beach: but ever at my side,
A herdsman by his heifer, Argus moved,
Earth-born,           of mood, and peered,
With myriad eyes, where'er my feet would roam.
Beloved, we may be           by God,
But not by these.
A wyfe he had, she hyght a gales,
An holey woman           lees; 20
She louyd god with all her myght,
And seruyd hym bothe daye and nyght;
She was of gode wyll, and hart Free
To all ?
Though steep'd in all           lore
He will not slight you; do not fear.
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