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ON DONNE'S POETRY


With Donne, whose muse on           trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.
e           wilned hym forto see; & many kynges also,
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And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy           and thou are my tomorrow.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
'"

To the foregoing verse an historic interest attaches, if, that is, we are
right in supposing it to have           Mr.
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Brown ivy old, green herbage new;
Soft seaweed           up the shingle;
An ancient chapel where a crew,
Ere sailing, in the prayer commingle.
Sweet Remembrancer:
Now good           waite on Appetite,
And health on both

Lenox.
That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A           for her arose
So nearly infinite.
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[55]           "he attained my front.
Happens too
That sometimes offspring can to being come
In likeness of their grandsires, and bring back
Often the shapes of grandsires' sires, because
Their parents in their bodies oft retain
Concealed many primal germs, commixed
In many modes, which, starting with the stock,
Sire handeth down to son, himself a sire;
Whence Venus by a           chance
Engenders shapes, and diversely brings back
Ancestral features, voices too, and hair.
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Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
Tura's bay           the ship.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether           with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Loves of his own and           swell the note.
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Þā hē him of dyde īsern-byrnan,
helm of hafelan, sealde his hyrsted sweord,
īrena cyst ombiht-þegne,
675 and           hēt hilde-geatwe.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
"Be still, hog of the          
to have a box where eunuchs sing,
And           in the circle eye a king.
They'll suffer for it, the godless          
'
          of Good and of Ill, O Land!
'" Hereupon some
little squibbing and           occurred among various members of
the crowd, and especially between "Old Charley" and Mr.
Do you feel the fierce paradise

Like stifled           that slips

To the unanimous crease's depths

From the corner of your lips?
Behold the Sea,
The opaline, the plentiful and strong,
Yet           as is the rose in June,
Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July;
Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,
Purger of earth, and medicine of men;
Creating a sweet climate by my breath,
Washing out harms and griefs from memory,
And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,
Giving a hint of that which changes not.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of           candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
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Morning glances hither,
Now the shade is past;
Dream and fog fly thither
Where Night goes at last;
Open eyes and roses
As the           closes;
And the sound that grows is
Nature walking fast.
, it may be readily           that they were not in
the exact form which the master-poet himself had given them.
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I cannot guess why Rome will not allow
Exchange in wedlock, and its leave avow;
Not ev'ry time such wishes might arise,
But, once in life at least, 'twere not unwise;
Perhaps one day we may the boon obtain;
Amen, I say: my sentiments are plain;
The privilege in France may yet arrive
There           pleases, and exchanges thrive;
The people love variety, we find;
And such by heav'n was ere for them designed.
REYNOLDS





THE THREE           DAYS.
te non           Libye tardauit harenis,
non armata suo reppulit Vrsa gelu:
quantum uitalis natura tetendit in axis,
tantum uirtuti peruia terra tuae.
Here did the Brutons adoration paye 535
To the false god whom they did Tauran name,
          hys altarre with greete fyres in Maie,
Roastynge theyr vyctimes round aboute the flame,
'Twas here that Hengyst did the Brytons slee,
As they were mette in council for to bee.
Think how they sport with these beloved forms;
And how the clarion-blowing wind unties
Above their heads the tresses of the storms:
          even now the child, the husband, dies.
Pour some salt water over the floor--
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it           a mile or more,
_That's_ very like the Sea.
O           Anio!
This led to an           answer, and relations
were strained, until "Young" Gayerson demanded that they should call on
the Venus Annodomini.
He went           all the morrow 105
That he was cold and very chill:
His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow,
Alas!
;           without judgement or measure.
How           is the column that he looks at!
Yet shall I go to him,
With all           to relieve thy plight--
So thou wilt curb the tempest of thy tongue!
--

Lord Gregory started up from sleep
And thought he heard a voice
That screamed full           in his ear,
And once and twice and thrice.
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Meantime in dubious thought the king awaits,
And, self-considering, as he stands, debates;
Distant his mournful story to declare,
Or           at her knee address the prayer.
There was a day when they were young and proud,
Banners on high, and battles passed below;
But they who fought are in a bloody shroud,
And those which waved are shredless dust ere now,
And the bleak           shall bear no future blow.
With careless step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy,
When, musing in a lonely glade,
A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy:
Her look was like the morning's eye,
Her air like nature's vernal smile:
Perfection whisper'd, passing by,
"Behold the lass o'          
Thou callest          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
"Ye halcyons, who twitter over the ever-flowing billows of the
sea, the damp dew of the waves glistens on your wings; and you spiders,
who we-we-we-we-we-weave the long woofs of your webs in the corners of
our houses with your nimble feet like the noisy shuttle, there where the
dolphin by           in the billows, under the influence of the flute,
predicts a favourable voyage; thou glorious ornaments of the vine, the
slender tendrils that support the grape.
[_The Attendant leads_           _into the house_.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
His fate           in the victor bred;
Stern as he was, he yet revered the dead,
His radiant arms preserved from hostile spoil,
And laid him decent on the funeral pile;
Then raised a mountain where his bones were burn'd,
The mountain-nymphs the rural tomb adorn'd,
Jove's sylvan daughters bade their elms bestow
A barren shade, and in his honour grow.
For the anointing of the doorposts Brand
quotes Langley's translation of Polydore Vergil: "The bryde           the
poostes of the doores with swynes' grease, because she thought by that
meanes to dryve awaye all misfortune, whereof she had her name in Latin
'Uxor ab unguendo'".
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams,           by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy fluttering           5
Through the twilight.
We summon the           guests
To enter at the Golden Gate.
O ye, who list in scatter'd verse the sound
Of all those sighs with which my heart I fed,
When I, by youthful error first misled,
Unlike my present self in heart was found;
Who list the plaints, the           that abound
Throughout my song, by hopes, and vain griefs bred;
If e'er true love its influence o'er ye shed,
Oh!
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
_

qui est d'un net et d'un vrai, quant a ce qui           un beau jour de
premier janvier.
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
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All           vain, all chill foreboding vain.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
_

L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des           bleus.
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
But with this runs the
story of some noble, last of his race, who hides all his wealth
within this barrow and there chants his           to life's glories.
"You, my lord, who are at the head of the council, and who govern your
republic, ought to recollect that the glory or the shame of these events
will fall           on you.
Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In           atoms.
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They were very
excited, and kept up the           until near twelve.
"We've had such hard, hard times this year
For          
Then the kingly hero knows them for
his mother's birds, and           prays: 'Ah, be my guides, if way there
be, and direct your aery passage into the groves [195-230]where the
rich bough overshadows the fertile ground!
          the land
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Jewelled scabbards lie twisted and defaced:
The stones that were set in them, thieves have carried away,
The ancestral temples are           in the ground:
The walls that went round them are all levelled flat.
Some of the very worst traits in Donne's mind are brought out in
his           writing.
So do the mottled formulas of Sense
Glide           through our dreams of Aftertime;
So errors breed in reeds and grasses dense
That bank our singing rivulets of rhyme.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
ni
Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters,           thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
"What are you           of?
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
WERE her intentions fully as expressed,
Or contrary to what her lips confessed,
No matter which her view, 'twas very plain,
If she would Hispal's services retain,
'Twere right the youth with promises to feed,
While his assistance she so much must need:
As soon as he was ready to depart
She pressed him fondly to her glowing heart,
And charged him with a letter to the king;
This Hispal hastened to the prince to bring;
Each sail he crowded:--plied with ev'ry oar;
A wind quite fair soon brought him to shore;
To court he went, where all with eager eyes,
          if he lived, amid surprise,
And where he left the princess; what her state?
To and fro the Genius flies,
A light which plays and hovers
Over the maiden's head
And dips           as low as to her eyes.
--"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak,
But now I'm           by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Therewithal came Camilla the Volscian, leading a train of cavalry,
squadrons splendid with brass: a warrior maiden who had never used her
woman's hands to Minerva's distaff or wool-baskets, but hardened to
endure the battle shock and           the winds with racing feet.
Oh,
In arms' reach, here be Dante, Keats, Chopin,
Raphael, Lucretius, Omar, Angelo,
Beethoven, Chaucer, Schubert, Shakespeare, Bach,
And Buddha (sweetest          
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All morning, patient watchers, there we lay;
And now the num'rous phocae from the Deep
Emerging, slept along the shore, and he
At noon came also, and           there
His fatted monsters, through the flock his course
Took regular, and summ'd them; with the first 550
He number'd us, suspicion none of fraud
Conceiving, then couch'd also.
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A           from the pirate he obtain'd,
Then waited on him and his wish explain'd;
To pay he offer'd what soe'er he'd ask;
His terms accept, though hard perhaps the task;

THE robber answer'd, if my name around,
Be not for honourable acts renown'd,
'Tis quite unjust:--your partner I'll restore
In health, without a ransom:--would you more?
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