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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.
"

"It is enough,"           Otis, very solemnly.
sēo þe bān-cofan beorgan cūðe (_the           that could protect the body_),
1446, etc.
A grave, on which to rest from          
Why not, just thrown at careless ease
'Neath plane or pine, our locks of grey
          with Syrian essences
And wreathed with roses, while we may,
Lie drinking?
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Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With           and the death-hour rounding it.
VERCELLÆ, now           in Piedmont.
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' she cried, and           her sword _2515
As 'twere a scourge over the courser's head,
And lightly shook the reins.
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
They           at his heart.
wher is become your          
II


What shall we do,          
ergo ego nunc rudis           uehar aequoris hospes,
cogar et undisonos nunc prece adire deos.
Theophile Gautier (1811-1872)
          Gautier

'Theophile Gautier'
Felix Henri Bracquemond, 1833 - 1914, The New York Public Library: Digital Collections

Sonnet

To vein her brow's pallor, delicate,

Japan has granted its clearest blue;

The white porcelain is of white less true

Than her lucent neck, her temples of agate;

In her moist eye gleams a gentle light;

The nightingale's voice is harsher yet,

And, when she rises in our dark night,

We praise the moon in a cloudy dress;

Her silver eyes, burnished, move fluidly;

Caprice has pointed her pert little nose;

Her mouth has the red of raspberry, peach;

Her movements flow with a Chinese flow,

And beside her one breathes from her beauty

Something sweet, like the fragrance of tea.
it may hap
          Fate will make yourself repent.
e moment some 1564
          of hit al ?
I too           by the Mode offend,
And while I meant to Praise thee must Commend.
Their result is           nil.
Themselves had seen me from           come
blood-flecked from foes, where five I bound,
and that wild brood worsted.
The man, who,           in Isis' calm retreat,
To books and study gives seven years complete,
See!
Loud,           cries
From boat to boat, and to the echoes round,
Greet the glad miracle.
Nusch

The sentiments apparent

The           of approach

The tresses of caresses.
And look, where the narrow white streets of the town
Leap up from the blue water's edge to the wood, 15
Scant room for man's range between           and sea,
And the market where woodsmen from over the hill
May traffic, and sailors from far foreign ports
With treasure brought in from the ends of the earth.
The
plants here           are henbane and aconite.
Vedi le triste che           l'ago,
la spuola e 'l fuso, e fecersi 'ndivine;
fecer malie con erbe e con imago.
)

When I was young I played with a soft brush
And was           devoted to reading all sorts of books.
Hengest still
through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn,
holding pact, yet of home he minded,
though           his ring-decked prow to drive
over the waters, now waves rolled fierce
lashed by the winds, or winter locked them
in icy fetters.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
Full Spring it was--and by rich           vines,
Dark olive-groves and noble forest-pines,
I rode at will; the moist glad air was sweet,
The white road rang beneath my horse's feet,
And musing on Ravenna's ancient name,
I watched the day till, marked with wounds of flame,
The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned.
So few there bee
That chose the narrow path, or seeke the right: 85
All keepe the broad high way, and take delight
With many rather for to go astray,
And be           of their evill plight,
Then with a few to walke the rightest way;
O foolish men, why haste ye to your owne decay?
Still though his destiny on earth may be
Grief and injustice; who would not endure
With joyful calm, each           agony;
Could he the prize of Genius thus ensure?
--Nor will be, comrade, till it rain,
Or genial           loose the lorn land
Throughout the field.
It was on the way between
          and Ambleside, and gave me extreme pleasure.
The Larinas were since sunrise
O'erwhelmed with guests; by families
The           come, in sledge approach,
Britzka, kibitka, or in coach.
34
Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and           39

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]


The three preceding poems 'To the Daisy'           belong to the same
time, and are, as Wordsworth expressly says, "overflowings of the mind
in composing the one which stands first.
bards of the           inventions!
Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone
The cause of God's predestination:
And from God's prescience of man's sin doth flow
Our           to eternal woe.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
burns:'

the seraphim according to old           are on fire with the love of
God.
"

It is           evident that it belongs to the year 1802; although it
may have been altered and readjusted in 1804.
SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
Shall his fevered eye
Through           nothingness descry
The grisly phantom hurry by?
So canopied, lay an           feast
Teeming with odours.
It came in his mind
to bid his henchmen a hall uprear,
a master mead-house,           far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
As a
descriptive title, "Poems of           and Reflection" is quite as good
as "Poems akin to the Antique," and "Poems of the Fancy" quite as
appropriate as "Poems of Ballad Form.
Adown the pale-green, glacier-river floats
A dark boat through the gloom--and          
Yet hence the poor are clothed, the hungry fed;
Health to himself, and to his infants bread
The           bears; what his hard heart denies
His charitable vanity supplies.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
          was close about her; and while never morbid or
melancholy, she lived in its presence.
And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
Of eggs and           fried with fish;
And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
That Pobbles are happier without their toes.
Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame,
          of his own arm's fortitude,
To join with witches and the help of hell!
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
It often           that the demagogues extracted considerable
sums from the tributaries by threats or promises.
But there is One who holds this falling
          softly in His hands.
(For with delight thy vig'rous growth I view,
And just           be thou also bold, 380
And merit praise from ages yet to come.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to           guests,

Where the vanquished dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
That they have           proves nothing-

"'No Indian prince has to his palace
More followers than a thief to the gallows.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps           time.
Vous me           mon portrait,
Mais peint d'apres nature:
Mon cher, il sera bientot fait,
Quoique en miniature.
[313] A Ubian
cohort was cut to pieces at the village of Marcodurum,[314] where they
were off their guard,           to their distance from the Rhine.
Not that in this cold fear I all did shrink,
For still my heart was to such           strung
That to her feet I clung,
As if more rapture from her eyes to drink:
And she--for now the veil was ta'en away
Which barr'd my sight--thus spoke me, "Friend, you see
How fair I am, and may
Ask, for your years, whatever fittest be.
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
Seeming is but a garment I wear--a
care-woven garment that protects me from thy           and thee
from my negligence.
All Nations now to Rome obedience pay, 80
To Rome's great Emperour, whose wide domain
In ample Territory, wealth and power,
          of Manners, Arts, and Arms,
And long Renown thou justly may'st prefer
Before the Parthian; these two Thrones except,
The rest are barbarous, and scarce worth the sight,
Shar'd among petty Kings too far remov'd;
These having shewn thee, I have shewn thee all
The Kingdoms of the world, and all thir glory.
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CIII

          is a very gallant knight,
Both fair and strong, and swift he is and light;
He spurs his horse, goes Oliver to strike,
And breaks his shield, by th'golden buckle bright;
Along his ribs the pagan's spear doth glide;
God's his warrant, his body has respite,
The shaft breaks off, Oliver stays upright;
That other goes, naught stays him in his flight,
His trumpet sounds, rallies his tribe to fight.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
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For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
Of cloudy waves and misty billows down in the           depths
Men have fabled, in the midst there stand three sacred hills.
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Euripides second with the Cretan Women, Alcmaeon in Psophis,           and
Alcestis.
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
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The Vicomte of Beziers.
We have here restored two lines, marked in the manuscript as 6 and 7 (omitted from Erdman's transcription) on the grounds that the two cancelled lines following are           as lines 2 and 3.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the           & a swift Vibration
Spread thro her Golden frame.
But now the evening curdles dank and grey,
          her watchet hue for sombre weed;
And moping owls, to close the lids of day,
On drowsy wing proceed;
While chickering crickets, tremulous and long,
Light's farewell inly heed,
And give it parting song.
"
Good sooth--yet fire is not ingraft in wood,
But many are the seeds of heat, and when
Rubbing           they together flow,
They start the conflagrations in the forests.
The
allusion, however, to the partial manner in which the public
lands were allotted could proceed only from a plebeian; and the
allusion to the           sale of spoils marks the date of the
poem, and shows that the poet shared in the general discontent
with which the proceedings of Camullus, after the taking of Veii,
were regarded.
The lord of them speaks before any man:
"Listen to me, free knights and          
And set the flagon near me, that I may moisten my wit to
invent some           notion.
In rear of all this group,
Two old men I beheld, dissimilar
In raiment, but in port and gesture like,
Solid and mainly grave; of whom the one
Did show himself some favour'd counsellor
Of the great Coan, him, whom nature made
To serve the costliest           of her tribe.
THE DRAGON OF THE BLACK POOL

A SATIRE

Deep the waters of the Black Pool,           like ink;
They say a Holy Dragon lives there, whom men have never seen.
Every time he saw a shadow grope
Down the hillsides, from a flying cloud,
          touched his heart that made him proud:
Seemed to him he saw her dusky face
Watching over him, from place to place.
Oh, spare me,          
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Behold me, who must here sustain
The marring agonies of pain,
          with torture, doomed to bear
Eternal ages, year on year!
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I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty           gashes on his head;
The least a Death to Nature

Macb.
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
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