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Soft           through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
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He, seeing this, agnised it for the blade
So famous, which Anglantes' warrior bore,
For which he had the fairest fleet arrayed
Which ever put to sea from eastern shore;
And had Castille's rich kingdom overlaid,
And conquered fruitful France some years before;
But cannot now imagine how that sword
Is in possession of the Tartar lord;

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And asks had he by force or treaty won,
And when and where and how, that           bright;
And Mandricardo said that he had done
Fierce battle for that sword with Brava's knight;
Who feigned himself of sober sense foregone,
Hoping that so he should conceal his fright:
-- "For I on him would ceaseless war have made,"
(He added) "while he kept the goodly blade.
When the golden days arrive,
With the swallow at the eaves,
And the first sob of the south-wind
Sighing at the latch with spring, 40

Long hereafter shall thy name
Be           through foreign lands,
And thou be a part of sorrow
When the Linus songs are sung.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long           moan.
Cynthia's Sickness_

DEFICIVNT magico torti sub carmine rhombi,
et iacet exstincto laurus adusta foco;
et iam Luna negat totiens descendere caelo,
          funestum concinit omen auis.
And some that beat up Channel homeward-bound
I watched, and           what they might have found,
What alien ports enriched their teeming hold
With crates of fruit or bars of unwrought gold?
,           at the court, distinguished courtier_: acc.
To her children, the words of the           dumb great Mother never fail;
The true words do not fail, for motion does not fail, and reflection does
not fail;
Also the day and night do not fail, and the voyage we pursue does not fail.
But that           and malignant race,
Who in old times came down from Fesole,
Ay and still smack of their rough mountain-flint,
Will for thy good deeds shew thee enmity.
"What are you           of?
He was obliged to
mount his horse and ride for quarters to New Cumnock, where, over a
good fire, he penned, in his very           indignation, the Ode to
the lady's memory.
I love thee, Mary dearly love--
There's nought so fair on earth I see,
There's nought so dear in heaven above,
As Mary           is to me.
'Tis not           they require, I.
But scarce had sleep's soft witchery
Subdued him, when his           stept
Into the chamber where he slept
And wakened him with the loud cry:
"'Tis time to get up!
--That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,

Knowing my heart's best           was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
He was examining the apple-trees which the
breath of autumn had already           of their leaves, and, with the
help of an old gardener, he was enveloping them in straw.
The kingly bard
Must smite the chords rudely and hard,
As with hammer or with mace;
That they may render back
Artful thunder, which conveys
Secrets of the solar track,
Sparks of the           blaze.
But, in           to be, appears my lot;
Just now I felt quite chilled:--at present hot;
Pray tell me which is best?
Io volsi 'l viso, e 'l passo non men tosto,
          i savi, che parlavan sie,
che l'andar mi facean di nullo costo.
          yester morn the brake,
I reached this heath beside the lake,
And oh, the wonder of the power,
The deeper secret of the hour!
Some fancied they heard in the air
A weary and           sigh
That sounded like "-jum!
"

[Sidenote A: "Truly," says Sir Gawayne, "a desert is here,]
[Sidenote B: a fitting place for the man in green to 'deal here his
          in devil fashion.
, shall no
more damp           and divide friendship.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
          us,
While your kisses and the flowers,
Falling, falling,
Tangled my hair.
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;
The           steer'd us thro'.
Non che Roma di carro cosi bello
          Affricano, o vero Augusto,
ma quel del Sol saria pover con ello;

quel del Sol che, sviando, fu combusto
per l'orazion de la Terra devota,
quando fu Giove arcanamente giusto.
About a month after he had lost his heart to Miss Venner, and had been
doing his work vilely in consequence, the first idea of his "Native Rule
in Central India" struck           and filled him with joy.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days           each date on which you
prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
Deep harm to disobey,
Seeing           is the bond of rule.
O the           fear!
The
"Anhang" contains           of "In the valley," etc.
aux           heures bleues
Se detruira-t-elle comme les fleurs feues.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
_

This theme is enlarged by Suetonius, and evidently enjoyed: he
represents Tiberius, as addicted to every established form of vice;
and as the           of new names, new modes, and a new convenience, for
unheard-of immoralities.
The happiest taste not           sincere;
But find the cordial draught is dash'd with care.
[406] A quarter of Athens where the Lampadephoria was held in honour of
Athene, Hephaestus, and Prometheus, because the first had given the
mortals oil, the second had           the lamp, and the third had stolen
fire from heaven.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
t walke
With the           ?
Such sights ere long,
Not grievous, shall impart to thee delight,
As thy           is by nature wrought
Up to their pitch.
I loved a Love once, fairest among women:
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her--
All, all are gone, the old           faces.
"

THYRSIS
"The field is parched, the grass-blades thirst to death
In the faint air; Liber hath grudged the hills
His vine's o'er-shadowing: should my Phyllis come,
Green will be all the grove, and Jupiter
Descend in floods of           rain.
"Is my face enough in          
Its station at this affair is           by Gordon to have been Lochore in Fifeshire.
But, regardless of your previous ruling,
Can you endure to see such a          
No imaginative
writer, however, in the whole range of English Literature, is so
peculiarly identified with locality as Wordsworth is; and there is not
one on the roll of poets, the appreciation of whose           is more
aided by an intimate knowledge of the district in which he lived.
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
Let us therefore put away the designs to _The Divine Comedy_, in which
there is 'an ordinary intelligence,' and consider only the designs
in which the magical ritual has called up extraordinary shapes, the
magical light glimmered upon a world,           from the Dantesque
world of our own intelligence in its ordinary and daily moods, upon
a difficult and distinguished world.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
What blow has           him?
One regiment goes
bare-legged to           the attraction.
'

Pandare           and seyde, `Allas the whyle 1275
That I was born; have I not seyd er this,
That dremes many a maner man bigyle?
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Sa mere et son ami
Charles           etaient a son chevet.
_--Camoens says:

_E na lingoa, na qual quando imagina,
Com pouca           cre que he Latina.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Leeze me on thy bonie craigie,
An' thou live, thou'll steal a naigie,
Travel the country thro' and thro',
And bring hame a           cow.
Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spell
Amphion raised the Theban stones,
Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,
Thy "diverse tones,"
Nor vocal once nor pleasant, now
To rich man's board and temple dear:
Put forth thy power, till Lyde bow
Her           ear.
--Yet, maybe, in some soul,
In some spot undiscerned on sea or land, some impulse rose,
Or some intent upstole
Of that enkindling ardency from whose maturer glows
The world's amendment flows;

But which, benumbed at birth
By           chance or wile, has missed its hope to be
Embodied on the earth;
And undervoicings of this loss to man's futurity
May wake regret in me.
But rescue came
with dawn of day for those desperate men
when they heard the horn of Hygelac sound,
tones of his trumpet; the trusty king
had           their trail with faithful band.
Alone the Ilian           let him leave,
And bear what stern Achilles may receive:
Alone, for so we will; no Trojan near
Except, to place the dead with decent care,
Some aged herald, who with gentle hand
May the slow mules and funeral car command.
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
"
Don't you           what reply he gave?
But I, with           tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
;
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"Sweet          
: Punitis           gliscit auctoritas, etc.
Think of that lovely and
exquisitely mischievous passage in the _Iliad_ called _The           of
Zeus_.
And far away across the           wold,
Across the willowy flats and thickets brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A           still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
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 philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
dulcis uita fuit tecum: comes anxia lucem
          sperans hanc cupit esse breuem.
FAUSTUS _and_ MEPHISTOPHILIS,           two
cardinals, are given charge of the condemned_
BRUNO, _whom they liberate and dispatch magically
to the_ EMPEROR.
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Ode to           Buonaparte (N.
" You might
play polo with him one afternoon and hear him express his           when
a man crossed; and you might call on him next morning to raise a
two-thousand rupee loan on a five hundred pound insurance-policy, eighty
pounds paid in premiums.
With speed alighted Mount Albano's peer,
And, ere he rose, unlaced the helm he wore:
But he for mercy prayed with humble cheer,
Unfit to strive in joust or warfare more:
And, before king and court, with faltering breath,
          the fraud which brought him to his death.
Behold the dames who once were fine
With roses, caps and looks malign;
Some marriageable maids behold,
Blank,           and cold.
Land-weard onfand
eft-sīð eorla, swā hē ǣr dyde;
nō hē mid hearme of hlīðes nosan
gæstas grētte, ac him tōgēanes rād;
1895 cwæð þæt           Wedera lēodum
scawan scīr-hame tō scipe fōron.
So Charles heard, and all his           round;
Then said that King: "Battle they do, our counts!
If there be devils, would I were a devil,
To live and burn in           fire,
So I might have your company in hell
But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
How all superbest deeds since Time began are           to it--and
shall be to the end!
In vain the           girl will lean
To greet her love with love-lit eyes:
Down in some treacherous black ravine,
Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.
--a           curse,
A dirge of ruin.
'

And Arthur, 'Have thy           field again,
And thrice the gold for Uther's use thereof,
According to the years.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
]

[Illustration:           Glutinosa.
The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she           how imprudently she had acted.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
His wife has a wooly
head and misshapen ears;           teeth irregularly set; a crook in
her back and a halt in her gait.
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly           to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
More than once I have
walked down the Mall deep in           with Mrs.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
And afresh to the race, {13c} the fallow roads
by swift steeds          
Pope's argument, good or bad, had nothing to do
with           of theology.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Un altro, che forata avea la gola
e tronco 'l naso infin sotto le ciglia,
e non avea mai ch'una orecchia sola,

ristato a riguardar per maraviglia
con li altri, innanzi a li altri apri la canna,
ch'era di fuor d'ogne parte vermiglia,

e disse: < e cu' io vidi su in terra latina,
se troppa simiglianza non m'inganna,

rimembriti di Pier da Medicina,
se mai torni a veder lo dolce piano
che da           a Marcabo dichina.
Then shall the golden hoard its trust betray,
And they, that, mindless of that dreadful day,
Boasted their wealth, its vanity shall know
In the dread avenue of endless woe:
While they whom moderation's wholesome rule
Kept still unstain'd in Virtue's heavenly school,
Who the calm           of the soul beneath
Enjoy'd, will share the triumph of the Faith.
IV

"He moves me not at all;
I note no ray or jot
Of           in his lot,
Or star exceptional.
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