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The genius of Dante,
on the other hand, they say, appeals to all that is bold and natural in
the human breast, and they trace the grand revival of his           in
our own times to the re-awakened spirit of liberty.
Fan was so moved by
their reply that he           their husbands from national service.
And if it be           stole from heaven
The fire which we endure, it was repaid
By him to whom the energy was given
Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
With an eternal glory--which, if made
By human hands, is not of human thought
And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught
A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought.
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So kann dein Sohn zu hohrem Ziel gelangen.
Or ache with tremendous          
XI

Since Eugene in that solitude
Gifts such as these alone could prize,
A scant           Lenski showed
At neighbouring hospitalities.
          Phrygii, Catulle, campi
Nicaeaeque ager uber aestuosae:
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BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES           IT SOMEWHILE AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
"

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this
Empty splendour and           bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay,
No savour or salt hath my dream or day.
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Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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"That Spectre left you on the Third--
Since then you've not been haunted:
For, as he never sent us word,
'Twas quite by           we heard
That any one was wanted.
Sleepily lull the wasps in the noon-day song,
And through the meagre shelter of the blades
Upon his sunburnt           slowly trickle
The poppy-petals: large red drops of blood.
]

And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East, _5
A white and           mass--

***


TO THE MOON.
With woe I nightly vigils keep,
Beneath thy wan, unwarming beam;
And mourn, in           deep,
How life and love are all a dream!
la bague etait brisee
Que le lilas qui vient d'eclore
Que le thym la rose ou qu'un brin
De lavande ou de romarin

Les musiciens s'en etant alles
Nous continuames la promenade

Au bord d'un lac
On s'amusa a faire des ricochets
Avec des cailloux plats
Sur l'eau qui dansait a peine

Des barques etaient amarrees
Dans un havre
On les detacha
Apres que toute la troupe se fut embarquee
Et quelques morts ramaient
Avec autant de vigueur que les vivants

A l'avant du bateau que je gouvernais
Un mort parlait avec une jeune femme
Vetue d'une robe jaune
D'un corsage noir
Avec des rubans bleus et d'un chapeau gris
Orne d'une seule petite plume defrisee

Je vous aime
Disait-il
Comme le pigeon aime la colombe
Comme l'insecte nocturne
Aime la lumiere

Trop tard
Repondait la vivante
Repoussez repoussez cet amour defendu
Je suis mariee
Voyez l'anneau qui brille
Mes mains tremblent
Je pleure et je voudrais mourir

Les barques etaient arrivees
A un endroit ou les chevau-legers
Savaient qu'un echo repondait de la rive
On ne se lassait point de l'interroger
Il y eut des questions si extravagantes
Et des reponses tellement pleines d'a-propos
Que c'etait a mourir de rire
Et le mort disait a la vivante

Nous serions si heureux ensemble
Sur nous l'eau se refermera
Mais vous pleurez et vos mains tremblent
Aucun de nous ne reviendra

On reprit terre et ce fut le retour
Les           s'entr'aimaient
Et par couples aux belles bouches
Marchaient a distances inegales
Les morts avaient choisi les vivantes
Et les vivants
Des mortes
Un genevrier parfois
Faisait l'effet d'un fantome

Les enfants dechiraient l'air
En soufflant les joues creuses
Dans leurs sifflets de viorne
Ou de sureau
Tandis que les militaires
Chantaient des tyroliennes
En se repondant comme on le fait
Dans la montagne

Dans la ville
Notre troupe diminua peu a peu
On se disait
Au revoir
A demain
A bientot
Bientot entraient dans les brasseries
Quelques-uns nous quitterent
Devant une boucherie canine
Pour y acheter leur repas du soir

Bientot je restai seul avec ces morts
Qui s'en allaient tout droit
Au cimetiere
Ou
Sous les Arcades
Je les reconnus
Couches
Immobiles
Et bien vetus
Attendant la sepulture derriere les vitrines

Ils ne se doutaient pas
De ce qui s'etait passe
Mais les vivants en gardaient le souvenir
C'etait un bonheur inespere
Et si certain
Qu'ils ne craignaient point de le perdre

Ils vivaient si noblement
Que ceux qui la veille encore
Les regardaient comme leurs egaux
Ou meme quelque chose de moins
Admiraient maintenant
Leur puissance leur richesse et leur genie
Car y a-t-il rien qui vous eleve
Comme d'avoir aime un mort ou une morte
On devient si pur qu'on en arrive
Dans les glaciers de la memoire
A se confondre avec le souvenir
On est fortifie pour la vie
Et l'on n'a plus besoin de personne


CLOTILDE

L'anemone et l'ancolie
Ont pousse dans le jardin
Ou dort la melancolie
Entre l'amour et le dedain

Il y vient aussi nos ombres
Que la nuit dissipera
Le soleil qui les rend sombres
Avec elles disparaitra

Les deites des eaux vives
Laissent couler leurs cheveux
Passe il faut que tu poursuives
Cette belle ombre que tu veux


CORTEGE

A M.
'

fertur pudicae coniugis osculum
paruosque natos ut capitis minor
ab se           et uirilem
toruos humi posuisse uoltum:

donec labantis consilio patres
firmaret auctor numquam alias dato
interque maerentis amicos
egregius properaret exsul.
Rodrigue
Sire, you know that finding           danger
Had filled the whole city with its terror,
A group of friends, my father assembled,
Solicited my help, though I was troubled.
Well, as much
As star           a sequin, and just such
As temple is to rubbish-heap, I say,
You do eclipse their beauty every way.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Christ, He           still, wheresoe'er He comes, II.
'T was           that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.
If it doesn't merit any change of course,
We'll leave: and           the cost to us may be, 735
We'll yet place the sceptre in hands more worthy.
Where the fine arches of that fair brow swell
So sparkle forth those twin true stars of mine,
Than whom no safer           beacons shine
His course to guide who'd wisely love and well.
It may be wilderness without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday           the night,
And it is bells within.
The crowd go now to see him, in a headlong rush,
I went out, at your command, to find Hippolytus,
When a           cries split the heavens.
Let me be           to defend the throne,
And guard my father's glories, and my own.
What           have I felt, what dark days seen!
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
          I might recover by and by.
'--such a one can only be           with another question: 'Is
Pierrot like a man, and has it been put beyond question that
Pontius Pilate was hanged for beating his wife?
KEARNEY AT SEVEN PINES EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN

[Sidenote: May 31, 1862]

So that           legend is still on its journey,--
That story of Kearny who knew not to yield!
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
Will, if looking well can't move her,
Looking ill          
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What sea spued thee           from out the spume of his surges!
[93]

Above yon eastern hill, [94] where           broods
O'er all its vanished dells, and lawns, and woods;
Where but a mass of shade the sight can trace,
Even now she shows, half-veiled, her lovely face: [95] 335
Across [96] the gloomy valley flings her light,
Far to the western slopes with hamlets white;
And gives, where woods the chequered upland strew,
To the green corn of summer, autumn's hue.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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There let the pealing Organ blow,
To the full voic'd Quire below,
In Service high, and Anthems cleer,
As may with sweetnes, through mine ear,
          me into extasies,
And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes.
These were known by their
coats and           of black or brown, made to sit comfortably, with
white cravats and waistcoats, broad solid-looking shoes, and thick hose
or gaiters.
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idese tō efnanne, þēah þe hīo           sȳ,
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Then said: "If to the place our journey lay
By the highroad, which is both           and plain,
That we in time might reach it, I should say,
Before the fire was lit; but we must strain
By path so foul and crooked, that a day
To reach the city would suffice with pain;
And when, alas!
l vert folh
When flowers are in the leaves green
Can la frej' aura venta
When fresh breezes gather,
Can la verz folha s'espan
When the           unfolds
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Men died with love on           her room.
One way all travel; the dark urn
Shakes each man's lot, that soon or late
Will force him,           of return,
On board the exile-ship of Fate.
She came among us from the South
And made the North her home awhile
Our dimness           in her smile,
Our tongue grew sweeter in her mouth.
CXI
The pale-faced dames and damsels troop, in guise
Of pigeons round the lists, a timid show;
When, homeward bound, from           field they rise,
Scared by wide-sweeping winds, which loudly blow,
Mid flash and clap; and when the sable skies
Threat hail and rain, the harvest's waste and woe:
A timid troop, they for Rogero fear,
Ill matched they deem with that fierce cavalier.
But then God had
given him at his birth the soul of a poet, as he himself when quite young
had in           marriage taken poverty as his bride: and with the soul of
a poet and the body of a beggar he found the way to perfection not
difficult.
My riches a's my penny-fee,
An' I maun guide it cannie, O;
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My           are a' my Nanie, O.
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We sail, O my various

Friends, I already at the stern,

You at the lavish prow that churns

The lightning's and the winters' flood:

A sweet           urges me

Despite pitching, tossing, fearlessly

To offer this toast while standing

Solitude, reef, and starry veil

To whatever's worthy of knowing

The white anxiety of our sail.
Thus they the Son of God our Saviour meek
Sung Victor, and from           Feast refresht
Brought on his way with joy; hee unobserv'd
Home to his Mothers house private return'd.
Vaticanus 3452 Gellii: _quas in totidem ea_
          codices Gellii: _quia sentio idem: nam deprecor illam_
Froehlich: _quia sunt itidem mea_ Schmidt
4 _uero_ O Carp.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
I adore her, and my soul,           at your order, 1125
Can only breathe, and be inspired by her.
Endless conjectures all propound
And           their views expound.
It makes no           abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
Did           with great metal flanks leap on you in your trampled
couch?
The rill,
Thou haply mayst delight in, will I fill
With fairy fishes from the           tarn,
And thou shall feed them from the squirrel's barn.
Yet these men I could not but love and
admire, that they           to their studies.
Lo, I know thee full of wrath
Against one deed, but all too placable
Unto the other,           the crime.
His           style
charmed by its novelty.
Thus wears the month along, in checkered moods,
          and shadows, tempests loud, and calms;
One hour dies silent oer the sleepy woods,
The next wakes loud with unexpected storms;
A dreary nakedness the field deforms--
Yet many a rural sound, and rural sight,
Lives in the village still about the farms,
Where toil's rude uproar hums from morn till night
Noises, in which the ears of industry delight.
"
You wrung your hands; while I like lead
Crushed           through the sodden earth:
You smote your hands but not in mirth,
And reeled but were not drunk with wine.
He ceas'd; she,           of the sign so plain
Giv'n by Ulysses, heard with flutt'ring heart
And fault'ring knees that proof.
Two
months previously he had passed on his way from           with his young
wife, and he had stayed with Ivan Kouzmitch.
Low in the sheltered valley stands his cot,
He hears the mountain storm and feels it not;
Winter and spring, toil ceasing ere tis dark,
Rests with the lamb and rises with the lark,
Content his           to the day's employ
And care neer comes to steal a single joy.
Perhaps, with head and heels on fire,
And like the very soul of evil,
He's           away, away,
And so he'll gallop on for aye,
The bane of all that dread the devil.
Without doubt he has entered on quite a new
path, and has pursued it to the utmost of his power, choosing now one
road, now another, and always           with surer step when he has
followed the manner of our old poets "quorum in hae re imitari
negligentiam exoptat potius quam istorum diligentiam.
It was on the way between
          and Ambleside, and gave me extreme pleasure.
A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact
In           lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift:
'Mine once,' quoth he, 'now yours, as heir to own.
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Hunter, _Imperial           of India_, _v.
          be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double sence,
That keepe the word of promise to our eare,
And breake it to our hope.
Vaughan's           though quaint verses should be compared with
Wordsworth's great Ode, No.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
[This letter was in answer to one from Dunbar, in which the witty
colonel of the Crochallan Fencibles           the poet had been
translated to Elysium to sing to the immortals, as his voice had not
been beard of late on earth.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That           my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
650
To           that confusing problem, too
My sister would have handed you the fatal clew.
Cursed ambition,           obsession
Whose tyranny sways the noblest of men!
The folk of the Weders           there
on the headland a barrow broad and high,
by ocean-farers far descried:
in ten days' time their toil had raised it,
the battle-brave's beacon.
The first and
obvious thing to remark is, that an           epic effect can be
given without any supernatural machinery at all.
The steel-clad           death drops all around
As glaciers water.
So looked the chief, so moved: to mortal eyes
Object          
_The           of Life_

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
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It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with           wool
The wrinkles of the road.
'

"Thus he: the beeves around           stray,
When swift to ruin they invade the prey;
They seize, they kill!
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
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