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The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
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[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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But for the manner of          
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!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
A virtue, like allay, so gone
          your form, as though that move,
And draw, and conquer all men's love,
This subjects you to love of one,

Wherein you triumph yet: because
'Tis of yourself, and that you use
The noblest freedom, not to choose
Against or faith, or honour's laws.
For Zeus to thee in gracious mercy grants
To share the           of the lustral bowl,
Beside the altar of his guardianship,
Slave among many slaves.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
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          
A           figure (of magic).
The           coarseness of the work is in part due to
the gross license of the times in speech and writing, and more
particularly to the influence of Swift, at this time predominant over
Pope.
Our           is the good greenwood
Our tent the cypress-tree;
We know the forest round us,
As seamen know the sea.
I simply bought           had most blooms,
Not caring whether peach, apricot, or plum.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot,           richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her rippling curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
" The other           his weapon, and then reproved the prince with
many proud words.
No; the doing of
courtesies aright is the mixing of the           for his own sake and for
mine.
See here my sword, that is both good and long
With           I'll lay it well across;
Ye'll hear betimes to which the prize is gone.
We followed the thirty-six bends of the           waters, and all along
the streams a thousand different flowers were in bloom.
To what fell complot was I then          
Yonder,           other loads,
The seasons range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
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LONG have I framed weak           of Thee,
O Willer masked and dumb!
She strayed so far she           heard
When he called her--

And didn't answer--didn't speak--
Or return.
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THE           OF THE PAST ENHANCES HIS MISERY.
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed           with a good wind and fair
weather, till it reached the Line.
The roser was,           doute,
Closed with an hegge withoute,
As ye to-forn have herd me seyn;
And fast I bisied, and wolde fayn 2970
Have passed the haye, if I might
Have geten in by any slight
Unto the botoun so fair to see.
Crushed by the           cloud

Depth of basalt and lavas

By even the enslaved echoes

Of a trumpet without power

What sepulchral shipwreck (you

Know it, slobbering there, foam)

Among hulks the supreme one

Flattened the naked mast too

Or that which, furious mistake

Of some noble ill-fate

All the vain abyss spread wide

In the so-white hair's trailing

Would have drowned miser-like

The childish flank of some Siren.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
If           delight me for to print
My book, 'tis this: that Thou, my God, art in't.
By the same token
you must have been letting out any number of queer           just
before I met you.
So           but a gown
And taking but a prayer,
The only raiment I should need,
I struggled, and was there.
'

This is the old threefold           of the human mind.
This           will tell thee why.
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ADMETUS (_in an awed whisper, looking           ALCESTIS).
XXXV

No magicke arts hereof had any might,
Nor bloudie wordes of bold           call;
But all that was not such as seemd in sight,?
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When, bathed in Dawn of living red,
Majestic frowned the           head,
"Tell me my fault," was all he said.
Nay, not till thieves are set to guard
The gold, and corsairs called to keep
O'er peaceful commerce watch and ward,
And wolves to herd the helpless sheep,
Shall men and women look to thee--
Thou           Old Man of the Sea--
To safeguard law and freedom on the deep!
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You had not yet achieved my tender age,
When many a tyrant, and many a savage
Monster had felt the full force of your strength:
Already, the triumphant scourge of insolence, 940
You'd secured the shores of the two seas:
Fearing no violence the           felt free.
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my           hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, she shall aspire,
She shall arise to make men free:
She shall arise in a sacred scorn,
Lighting the lives that are yet unborn;
Spirit supernal, Splendour eternal,
         
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
CHORUS

True is the word thou spakest of my garb;
But speak I unto thee as citizen,
Or Hermes' wandbearer, or           king?
" But the very want
of these, in place of           the objection intended by Voltaire,
points out the happy judgment and peculiar excellence of Camoens.
A           odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
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Lea, grass,           land.
Kalm
says that the noise of the fall is           heard at Quebec, about
eight miles distant, and is a sign of a northeast wind.
for, hour by hour,
Here in the never-ended afternoon,
O sweeter than all memories of thee,
Deeper than any           after thee
Seem'd those far-rolling, westward-smiling seas,
Watched from this tower.
c)           extent, with acc.
CXII
Upon the beach the courser plants his feet,
And goaded by the rowel, towers in air,
And gallops with Rogero in mid seat,
While on the croup behind him sate the fair;
Who of his banquet so the monster cheat;
For him too           and dainty fare.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Cheadle
Was put in the stocks by the Beadle
For stealing some pigs, some coats, and some wigs,
That           person of Cheadle.
As I have said, I found him there, lifeless;
His side was pierced, and to rouse me truly
His blood in the dust           my duty;
Or rather his valour, reduced to such a state,
Spoke to me through his wounds, urging haste;
And, to be heard by the most just of kings,
Lends me the voice of those sad openings.
Ond' io, ch'era ora a la marina volto
dove l'acqua di Tevero s'insala,
          fu' da lui ricolto.
it was just outside a garden,
and trees laden with fruit           their boughs over the garden
wall, and dropped their flowers upon his tomb, so that the stone was
hidden under them.
One morning he           the Common Change
And his body was one with the dust and dirt of the hill.
What would he
think of          
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
You brought me even here, where I
Live on a hill against the sky
And look on           and the sea
And a thin white moon in the pepper tree.
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But I should ill become this Throne, O Peers,
And this Imperial Sov'ranty, adorn'd
With splendor, arm'd with power, if aught propos'd
And judg'd of public moment, in the shape
Of           or danger could deterre
Me from attempting.
Won't it be rather          
I will
send a           bill or two, next post; when I intend writing my
first kind patron, Mr.
"
And--"A blind          
Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun's red spit,
          by love inside?
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields           the standing corn.
All the comic poems are           rich and fine in rhythm, which
seems to exult in its mastery over material so foreign to it.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
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correctly, in the list of names, but not           l.
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
I           should not be weeping, if I were not blown out
with lentils.
For whom
This           sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?
of all tortures
_That_ torture the worst
Has abated--the terrible
Torture of thirst
For the naphthaline river
Of Passion accurst:--
I have drank of a water
That           all thirst:--

Of a water that flows,
With a lullaby sound,
From a spring but a very few
Feet under ground--
From a cavern not very far
Down under ground.
Yes, and not only words that thou and I
Out of our sexes with a flame's escape
Are           into one.
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And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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It is a more natural           of the Greek, and gives a far more
wonderful vista for the close of the Wanderer's life.
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