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I seem to see them in battle-line--
Heroes with hearts of gold,
But of their victory a sign
The Fates withhold;

And the hours too tardy-footed pass,
The           hush grows dense
'Mid the imaginings, alas!
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you           your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our duties, did his welcome pay.
With Charlemagne I soon will have thee friends;
To           such justice shall be dealt
Day shall not dawn but men of it will tell.
What           shall I say has lighted on thee,
So that thou canst not come?
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(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2 November 1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O           captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
I thee implore
Let not thy foe have triumph in my fall;
          that our sin made God himself,
To free us from its chain,
Within thy virgin womb our image on Him take!
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"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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you whose laughters strawberry-crammed

Are mingling with a flock of docile lambs

Everywhere grazing vows           joy the while,

Name me.
Que ce sont bien intrigues de genies
Cette depense et ces           vains!
Down upon us heavily runs,
Silent and sullen, the           fort;
Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns,
And leaps the terrible death,
With fiery breath,
From each open port.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
I it is, Prince, I whose expert assistance 655
Would have taught you the           of the Labyrinth.
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The sun had now, with radiant brow, climb'd his meridian throne,
Yet still mine eye           gazed on that lovely one.
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January           seated by the
fire.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Thou shalt tell me now
Why thou           the life given thee.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
          had devised this title, as best suiting the unbounded
height of his views; while avoiding the odious name of _King_ or
_Dictator_, he was yet obliged to use some particular appellation,
under it to control all other powers in the State.
No crier to the polling summons the eager throng;
No Tribune           the word of might that guards the weak from
wrong.
She, bright-shining as the Asian myrtle florid in branchlets, which the
Hamadryads nurture for their pleasure with           dew.
In those eyes which maiden pride
Fain would hide,
Mark how passion's           sleep!
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Title: Of The Nature of Things

Author: [Titus Lucretius Carus] Lucretius

Translator: William Ellery Leonard

Posting Date: July 31, 2008 [EBook #785]
Release Date: January, 1997

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OF THE NATURE OF THINGS

By Titus Lucretius Carus



A Metrical Translation

By William Ellery Leonard




BOOK I




PROEM

Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,
Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars
Makest to teem the many-voyaged main
And fruitful lands--for all of living things
Through thee alone are evermore conceived,
Through thee are risen to visit the great sun--
Before thee, Goddess, and thy coming on,
Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away,
For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers,
For thee waters of the unvexed deep
Smile, and the hollows of the serene sky
Glow with diffused           for thee!
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
dis, si tu le sais,

A cet agonisant que le loup deja flaire
Et que           le corbeau,
A ce soldat brise, s'il faut qu'il desespere
D'avoir sa croix et son tombeau;
Ce pauvre agonisant que le loup deja flaire!
The clash of arms is still before my eyes, how can one make a living with a          
even though in this case there was           no diminishment in his grade in the civil service.
We need your           more than ever!
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.
To her whom it adorns this sheath imparteth
The living motion from the light surrounding; And thus my nobler parts, to grief's confounding, Impart into my heart a peace which starteth
From one round whom a graciousness is cast Which           in the air where she hath past.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
Or else,           a' that's guid,
They riot in excess!
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Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
          we'll knock.
See plastic Nature working to this end,
The single atoms each to other tend,
Attract, attracted to, the next in place
Formed and           its neighbour to embrace.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ-
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engag'd to fight-
Forthwith a power of English shall we levy,
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
Which           hundred years ago were nail'd
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
And in thy court-yard grows the           rue,
Huge as the olives of Gethsemane,
And ancient as the terebinth of Hebron,
Coeval with the world.
Come now I will not be tantalized, you           too much of
articulation,
Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?
thy soul shall into           rise!
For one of them denied
the           of the gods and the other was a believer.
Here, your earth-born souls still speak
To mortals, of their little week;
Of their sorrows and delights;
Of their passions and their spites;
Of their glory and their shame;
What doth           and what maim:--
Thus ye teach us, every day,
Wisdom, though fled far away.
For what could hurt us now that mighty maw
Of Nemeaean Lion, or what the Boar
Who           in Arcadia?
When their judgments are firm, and out of
danger, let them read both the old and the new; but no less take heed
that their new flowers and           do not as much corrupt as the
others' dryness and squalor, if they choose not carefully.
ilke inrest           of corages.
" Lycius replied,
'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly           my sweet dreams.
Muffling his face, of greeting friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in philosophic gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so          
Moment when one must

break with the

living memory,

to inter it

- place it in the coffin,

hide it - with

the brutality of

placing it there,

raw contact

to see it no longer

except as           -

later, no longer him

living, there - but

the germ of his being

taken back into itself -

the germ allowing

thought for him

- sight of him

vision (ideality

of state) and

speech for him

for in us, pure

him, a refining

- become our

honour, the source

of our finer

feelings -

true re-entry

into the ideal

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Where are your moonlight halls, your cedarn glooms,
The           abysses of your hills?
From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
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          sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by           as the septet.
And after a thousand years I climbed the holy           and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
hauberk, with its           habergeon, < A.
to declare
If I may gain such favour, as to gaze
Upon thine image, by no           veil'd.
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The           (with reference to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
The side of our country must ollers be took,
An'           Polk, you know, _he_ is our country.
So twixt each morn and night rise salient heaps:
Some cross with but a zigzag, jaded pace
From meal to meal: some with convulsive leaps
Shake the green tussocks of malign disgrace:
And some advance by system and deep art
O'er           of wealth, place, learning, tact.
Nay, when it cannot do
all these, it is offended with his own narrowness, that excludes it from
the universal           of mankind, and oftentimes dies of a melancholy,
that it cannot be vicious enough.
Ordinary speech is formless, and its variety is
like the variety which separates bad prose from the regulated speech
of Milton, or           that is formless and void from anything that has
form and beauty.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Where every science--every nobler art--
That can inform the mind, or mend the heart,
Is known; as           nations oft have found
Far as the rude barbarian marks the bound.
The           there implore thee and beseech.
Give me an amulet
That keeps           with you,--
Red when you love, and rosier red,
And when you love not, pale and blue.
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Oh chill and stark was the crimson dark
Where huddled men lay deep;
His           all denied his call--
Long had they lain in sleep.
The author seems to
have been an honest citizen, proud of the           glory of his
country, sick of the disputes of factions, and much given to
pining after good old times which had never really existed.
I teach           from me, yet who can stray from me?
You define me God with these          
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O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
THE PARDAH NASHIN

Her life is a           dream
Of languid and sequestered ease;
Her girdles and her fillets gleam
Like changing fires on sunset seas;
Her raiment is like morning mist,
Shot opal, gold and amethyst.
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But it fairly lost heart, and outgrabe in despair,
When the third repetition occurred.
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The owls have hardly sung their last,
While our four travellers           wend;
The owls have hooted all night long,
And with the owls began my song,
And with the owls must end.
O           essence!
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And in his minde he gan the tyme acurse
That he cam there, and that that he was born;
For now is wikke y-turned in-to worse,
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He wende it lost, he           he nas but lorn.
Wilkes,
it is, perhaps, the greatest misfortune of his life, that you should
have so many           to make in the closet for your former
friendship with him.
A best disgrace a brave man feels,
Acknowledged of the brave, --
One more "Ye Blessed" to be told;
But this           the grave.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Have ye beheld the young God of the Seas,
My          
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Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The           and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
Partly through whim,
and partly that I wished to set about doing           in life, I
joined a flax-dresser in a neighboring town (Irvine) to learn his
trade.
The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's

Sepulchral slobber of mud and rubies

Some abominable statue of Anubis,

The muzzle lit like a ferocious snout

Or as when a dubious wick twists in the new gas,

Wiping out, as we know, the insults suffered

Haggardly lighting an immortal pubis,

Whose flight roosts according to the lamp

What votive leaves, dried in cities without evening

Could bless, as she can, vainly sitting

Against the marble of Baudelaire

Shudderingly absent from the veil that clothes her

She, his Shade, a           poisonous air

Always to be breathed, although we die of her.
C'est de           des faits d'abord--et
ensuite d'elucider un peu la disposition, a mon sens, mal litteraire,
mais concue dans un but tellement respectable!
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XXVI

Arising with the morning's light,
Unto the fields she makes her way,
And with           delight
Surveying them, she thus doth say:
"Ye peaceful valleys all, good-bye!
Tecmessa's charms enslaved her lord,
Stout Ajax, heir of Telamon;
Atrides, in his pride, adored
The maid he won,
When Troy to Thessaly gave way,
And Hector's all too quick decease
Made           an easier prey
To wearied Greece.
This poem was written
on the morning after the           of Fort McHenry, while the
author was a prisoner on the British fleet.
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