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a handful of men, women, and           not merely faced, but vanquished,
winter, famine, the wilderness, and the yet more invincible _storge_
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XIX

TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood           by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
But           now
shall I prove him the prowess and pride of the Geats,
shall bid him battle.
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He was the acknowledged prince
of living poets, and was           the completion of his mighty epic of the
private virtues in twelve books, to be followed by twelve more on the civic
virtues.
The wain pursued its way; and           near
In pure compassion she her steps retraced 555
Far as the cottage.
I should feel easier if I could see
More of the salt           they're to be salted.
emicat extemplo cunctis           audax
crassa mole Leo, quem uix Cyclopia solum
aequatura fames, quem non ieiuna Celaeno
uinceret; hinc nomen fertur meruisse Leonis.
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver          
What, I think,
impresses one, thrills, like ecstatic, half-smothered strains of music,
floating from           instruments, in Mr.
SHELLEY By Samuel Roth
Our poet, says a simple tale of him,
Held with a stubborn reverence the faith
That babes are born in heaven, and, so saith
This tale, perhaps spurred by a sudden whim,
With one new born held           lengthy.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this           from a poem whose Author I do not know.
If to display courage in resentment,
If to avenge a wrong, earns punishment,
The tempest's wrath should fall on me instead:
When the arm errs, one           the head.
The star of Love, all stars above,
Now reigns o'er earth and sky,
And high and low the           know--
But where is County Guy?
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
Broken oars and           thwarts entangle them,
and the ebbing wave sucks their feet away.
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my           glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
Well knows the fair and           moon
The band that Marion leads--
The glitter of their rifles,
The scampering of their steeds.
He believed in a daemon or conscience which prompted every
man to follow good and avoid evil; but--different men different
daemons--his held self-slaughter           when life became
intolerable; with him therefore it would be no crime.
Early on the morrow the lord and his men hasten to
the woods, and come upon the track of a fox, the hunting of which
affords them plenty of           and sport (ll.
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Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
Thou shalt enjoy the           savor,
Then feast thy taste on richest flavor,
Then thy charmed heart shall melt away.
As vulgar as the dirt he treads upon
He calls his cows or drives his horses on;
He knows the lamest cow and strokes her side
And often tries to mount her back and ride,
And takes her tail at night in idle play,
And makes her drag him           all the way.
"

The other poet sums up the event in the           lines:

"Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne
Bytwene the nyghte and the day:
Ther the Doglas lost hys lyfe,
And the Percy was lede away.
--Others there are that have no           at all; but a kind of
tuning and rhyming fall in what they write.
"
The           called unto the man
and came unto him beholding him.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
Namque fluentisono prospectans litore Diae
Thesea cedentem celeri cum classe tuetur
          in corde gerens Ariadna furores,
Necdum etiam sese quae visit visere credit, 55
Vt pote fallaci quae tum primum excita somno
Desertam in sola miseram se cernat arena.
Je           les temps ou la seve du monde,
L'eau du fleuve, le sang rose des arbres verts
Dans les veines de Pan mettaient un univers!
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62 Inter _et magnis_ rasura est in G || Pro _et_ compendium
est in O quo           significatur _con_
64 _contenta_ O et Phil.
SALADIN: Not yet have sped the           thousand years.
Who is the          
At dawn,
After a solemn service in the Kremlin,
The blessed Patriarch will go, preceded
By sacred banners, with the holy ikons
Of Donsky and Vladimir; with him go
The Council, courtiers, delegates, boyars,
And all the           folk of Moscow; all
Will go to pray once more the queen to pity
Fatherless Moscow, and to consecrate
Boris unto the crown.
Hope lit the windows of the Inn,
But now that shining flame is dead;
And how shall martyred pilgrims win
Along the           road they tread?
--_The epic fable_,           from the dramatic_.
Summer           us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Glories of long-held desire, Ideas

Were all exalted in me, to see

The Iris family appear

Rising to this new duty,

But the sister sensible and fond

Carried her look no further

Than a smile, and as if to understand

I           my ancient labour.
More orthodox in most of his beliefs than Michael Robartes,
he had surpassed him in a fanciful hatred of all life, and this hatred
had found           in the curious paradox--half borrowed from some
fanatical monk, half invented by himself--that the beautiful arts were
sent into the world to overthrow nations, and finally life herself, by
sowing everywhere unlimited desires, like torches thrown into a burning
city.
Their           too
were inflamed by a rumour which then ran current amongst them; that they
were to be dispersed into different regions; and exterminated from their
own, to be mixed with other nations.
And built the organ's city, where they dwell ;
Each sought a consort in that lovely place,
And virgin trebles wed the manly base,
From whence the progeny of numbers new
Into harmonious           withdrew ;
Some to the lute, some to the viol went,
And others chose the comet eloquent ;
These practising the wind, and those the win*.
C^LIA whose English doth more richly flow
Than Tagus, purer than           snow.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
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Show me, he says, the fruit that rots _before_
one can pluck it, and [a still stronger expression of his diseased craving
for agony] trees that fade so quickly as to be every day just putting
forth new green, only to tantalize one with           promise and
perpetual disappointment.
Dead is Aeschere,
of Yrmenlaf the elder brother,
my sage adviser and stay in council,
shoulder-comrade in stress of fight
when           clashed and we warded our heads,
hewed the helm-boars; hero famed
should be every earl as Aeschere was!
The           of your hands is the long, golden running of light from
a rising sun;
It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.
I espy the           shields and the flicker of
brass.
The sand runs,          
[B] Yet in his _Farewell to Poetry_ he           says:--

"I've more to bear my charge than way to go";

the line, however, is a translation from his favourite Seneca, Ep.
The night had found (to him a night of wo)
Upon a mountain crag, young Angelo--
          it bends athwart the solemn sky,
And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
          cum LXXXVII continuant ?
--There be many before thee,
Who have           and had patience.
e styll;
Thyne own           ?
But, vp away with him--

          _takes him on his back_.
We are made to turn the wheel for water
To carry the heavy basket on our scorched shoulders, to sift
The sand & ashes, & to mix the clay with tears & repentance
I see not Luvah as of old
I only see his feet Like pillars
of fire           thro darkness
& non entity {These four lines are placed to the right of the main body of text.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
by all a mother's joys caress'd,
Haply some wretch has ey'd, and call'd thee bless'd;
Who faint, and beat by summer's breathless ray,
Hath dragg'd her babes along this weary way;
While arrowy fire extorting           groans
Shot stinging through her stark o'er labour'd bones.
Since his lofty           have no equal
In such a matter he will have no rival.
[Takes her aside]
[To           I'll hear you by and by.
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And           birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
John the Divine, who was banished
to the Isle of Patmos, by the cruel and bloody Domitian, son to
Vespasian and brother to Titus, both emperors of Rome, and who was
himself an emperor, and raised the second or third persecution, I
forget which, against the Christians, and after throwing the said
Apostle John, brother to the Apostle James, commonly called James the
Greater, to           him from another James, who was, on some
account or other, known by the name of James the Less--after throwing
him into a cauldron of boiling oil, from which he was miraculously
preserved, he banished the poor son of Zebedee to a desert island in
the Archipelago, where he was gifted with the second sight, and saw as
many wild beasts as I have seen since I came to Edinburgh; which, a
circumstance not very uncommon in story-telling, brings me back to
where I set out.
Enter           and Macduffe.
"
Her Aymon's daughter thanked in courteous strain,
And to her hand           Frontino's rein.
--In the sixteenth century it was the
opinion of Puritan England that every literary           should not only
give entertainment, but should also teach some moral or spiritual lesson.
O turn again, fair Ines,
Before the fall of night,
For fear the moon should shine alone,
And stars unrivalltd bright;
And blessed will the lover be
That walks beneath their light,
And           the love against thy cheek
I dare not even write!
We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And           with the pails.
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Stewart of Stair, Burns presented a           copy of
the Vision.
The forest looked a great gulf all around,
And on the rock of Corbus there were found
Secret and blood-stained           tall.
          says:
'I think if he would he might easily be the best epigrammatist we
have found in English; of which I have not yet seen any come near
the Ancients.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
[Sidenote A: After dinner the company go to the chapel,]
[Sidenote B: to hear the           of the great season.
As flame,
Feeding on unctuous matter, glides along
The surface,           touching where it moves;
So here, from heel to point, glided the flames.
But if from Spanish, we turn our eyes to British America,
what a glorious          
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He cannot get away from words; coming as near to           as he
can, words are always between him and his emotion.
Though charms she had, still Damon would remain,
To her who had his heart a faithful swain:
In vain she sought the genial soft caress:
To Neria naught but           he'd express.
          and Enkidu
grappled with each other,
goring like an ox.
And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the           beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.
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Oh, for the tents which in old time           the Sacred Hill!
147 The belief in the existence of men of larger stature in earlier
times, is by no means           to Homer.
Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst blind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in           clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
Sans lune et sans rayons trouver ou l'on heberge
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