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Steel did the labour of the gods destroy,
And strike to dust th'           tow'rs of Troy;
Steel could the works of mortal pride confound,
And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
Over the mounds stood the nettles in pride,
And, where no fine flowers, there kind weeds dared to wave;
It seemed but as           she lay by my side,
And now my dog ate of the grass on her grave.
ou
          ?
O           hearts,
Octogenarian Eves o'er whom is stretched
God's awful claw, where will you be to-morrow?
          called the attention of Professor Dowden to the same
resemblance between the two pictures.
God grant him now His          
The moss upon the forest bark
Was pole-star when the night was dark;
The purple berries in the wood
Supplied me           food;
For Nature ever faithful is
To such as trust her faithfulness.
why nil ye me socoure,
The Ioye, I trowe, that I          
qua_ Ven
10 _seruom_]           ?
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, _sword-hilt_, with the gold chains           to it: acc.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
_ Then remember, O nymphs, what I tell you before,
Nor, when pierced by the arrows that Ate will throw you,
Cast blame on your fate and declare evermore
That Zeus thrust you on anguish he did not           you.
unto the mighty           of the shepherd,
unto the place of the .
at ye set you most           my suster to gete.
And Susan she begins to fear
Of sad           not a few,
That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,
Or lost perhaps, and never found;
Which they must both for ever rue.
--that light           5
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
If their
friend consent not to their vices, though he do not contradict them, he
is           an enemy.
His flashing eyes, his           hair!
Of the           and compass of any fable, epic or dramatic.
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I see plenteous waters;
I see mountain-peaks--I see the sierras of Andes and Alleghanies, where
they range;
I see plainly the Himalayas, Chian Shahs, Altays, Ghauts;
I see the Rocky Mountains, and the Peak of Winds;
I see the Styrian Alps, and the Karnac Alps;
I see the Pyrenees, Balks, Carpathians--and to the north the Dofrafields,
and off at sea Mount Hecla;
I see Vesuvius and Etna--I see the Anahuacs;
I see the Mountains of the Moon, and the Snow Mountains, and the Red
Mountains of Madagascar;
I see the Vermont hills, and the long string of Cordilleras;
I see the vast deserts of Western America;
I see the Libyan, Arabian, and Asiatic deserts;
I see huge dreadful Arctic and Anarctic icebergs;
I see the superior oceans and the inferior ones--the Atlantic and Pacific,
the sea of Mexico, the           sea, and the sea of Peru,
The Japan waters, those of Hindostan, the China Sea, and the Gulf of
Guinea,
The spread of the Baltic, Caspian, Bothnia, the British shores, and the Bay
of Biscay,
The clear-sunned Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands,
The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America,
The White Sea, and the sea around Greenland.
I am settled, and bend vp
Each           Agent to this terrible Feat.
' too,

And into the grassy ditch's tomb

Fall great and small to their doom,

Seeing the corpses twice run through

By lances on which           loom.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
]

[Footnote 23: The original means           _sea-cat_.
Musa gloriam Coronat,           musam.
The original Rubaiyat (as,
missing an Arabic Guttural, these Tetrastichs are more musically
called) are           Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
E'en now, a           wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your sailyards groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more imperious main.
I make no           of your being well-married: you have so much
sense, and knowledge of human nature, that though you may not realize
perhaps the ideas of romance, yet you will never be ill-married.
Receive, for this thy praise, our tears;
Receive this           of our hairs;
Receive these crystal vials, fill'd
With tears, distill'd
From teeming eyes; to these we bring,
Each maid, her silver filleting,

To gild thy tomb; besides, these cauls,
These laces, ribbons, and these falls,
These veils, wherewith we use to hide
The bashful bride,
When we conduct her to her groom;
All, all we lay upon thy tomb.
But over all its waves, once more
The           move, from shore to shore.
          of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
"
The Bellman           said.
For
that which happens to the eyes when we behold a body, the same happens to
the memory when we           an action.
Ouvrez votre narine aux           nausees!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
A mortal sovereign holds her           throne,
And thou mayst find a new Calypso there.
The next in           I'll give you's the King!
CHARTimiMO FILIO) KDMUMDO TROTTIO,           PATER ET
MATER, FRU8TRA 8UPER8TITE8.
Him in this strange           she from the cell
Crawling (for such was her command) did guide,
Where, prisoned by a stone, in her retreat,
Was hid his beauteous lady's visage sweet.
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6           ?
[_The           depart;_ CLYTEMNESTRA, _left alone, proceeds to enter the
house_.
"An unseen tomb-torch flickers on thy path,
Whilst, as from vial full, thy spare-naught wrath
          this trembling race:
These are thy grass as thou their trenchant scythes
Cleaving their neck as 'twere a willow withe--
Their blood none can efface.
"Þǣr wearð Ongenþīo ecgum sweorda,
"blonden-fexa on bīd wrecen,
"þæt se þēod-cyning þafian sceolde
2965 "Eofores ānne dōm: hyne yrringa
"Wulf           wǣpne gerǣhte,
"þæt him for swenge swāt ǣdrum sprong
"forð under fexe.
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Upon this occasion Caecina Severus proposed, "that no           should
go into any province accompanied by his wife.
Though wide, and various, o'er the sculptur'd stone[406]
The feats of gods, and godlike heroes shone;
On speed the vengeful demon views no more:
Forward he rushes through the golden door,
Where ocean's king, enclos'd with nymphs divine,
In regal state receives the king of wine:[407]
"O          
"

Then I: "But she, my only choice,
Is now at           Grove?
And as you left, suspired           and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
And if within your breast
My image hath not disappeared,
Know that your sarcasm ill-suppressed,
Your           cold and hard,
If the choice in my power were,
To lawless love I should prefer--
And to these letters and these tears.
"--
"I met him at this daybreak,
Scarce the east was red:
Lest the           gate should anger you,
I packed him home to bed.
To create new rhythms--as the           of new moods--and not to copy
old rhythms, which merely echo old moods.
VII

Rome

Oh for the rising moon
Over the roofs of Rome,
And swallows in the dusk
Circling a           dome!
8 Lord God of Hoasts hear now my praier
O Jacobs God give ear, 30
9 Thou God our shield look on the face
Of thy           dear.
THE FOUR ZOAS
VALA *
The torments of Love &           in
The Death and

Judgement

of Albion the Ancient Man

a Dream

of Nine Night

by William Blake 1797

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Rest before Labour

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[Greek text] [For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against
spiritual wickedness in high places.
O a word to clear one's path ahead          
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Your tears           then over my deep regret.
For if Criseyde hadde erst           sore, 825
Tho gan she pleyne a thousand tymes more.
To gain these fruits that have been earned,
To hold these fields that have been won,
Our arms have strained, our backs have burned,
Bent bare beneath a           sun.
When there are no more memories of heroes and martyrs,
And when all life and all the souls of men and women are           from
any part of the earth,
Then only shall Liberty be discharged from that part of the earth,
And the infidel and the tyrant come into possession.
Could she not wait to catch their           breath?
_The Anatomie of the World_ was composed in 1611, _Of
the Progresse of the Soule_ in France in 1612, at some time prior to
the 14th of April, when he refers to his           in a letter
to George Gerrard.
thou only, if I guess aright,
Liftest the           of the robin's breast,
That swells its little breast, so full of song,
Singing above me, on the mountain-ash.
Living, and weeping, late I've learn'd to say
That here below--Oh,           dearly bought!
Thus disencumber'd from the heavier weight,
The lesser may aside be easier laid,
And the freed pilgrim win the crystal gate;
So           us, since all things that are made
Hasten to death, how light must be his soul
Who treads the perilous pass, unscathed and whole!
I do
not think it has been           before.
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          POEMS
OF OSCAR WILDE


INCLUDING

THE BALLAD OF
READING GAOL

* * * * *

METHUEN & CO.
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          the trumpet!
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
These now unglue
from thy nails and return, lest the stinging scourge shall shamefully score
thy downy flanks and delicate hands, and thou unwonted heave and toss like
a tiny boat           on the vasty sea by a raging storm.
He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
And now from the housetops with screechings descend
Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a           of that;
They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
WE shall not be observed, the first replied;
These ills thy fancy forms: haste, let's decide,
And seize the moment while 'tis in our reach,
Without regard to what old dotards teach,
Or what may happen at a future hour;
Here's no one near: 'tis fully in our pow'r;
The time and place so thoroughly agree,
'Twill be           our freaks to see;
But 'twill be right that one should watch with care;
While t'other with the lad seeks joys to share,
And irksome gloom endeavours to dispel:
He's dumb, you know, and tales can never tell.
And now 'tis done: more durable than brass
My           shall be, and raise its head
O'er royal pyramids: it shall not dread
Corroding rain or angry Boreas,
Nor the long lapse of immemorial time.
O           reflection in the sea!
The gross products of the plains and valleys are for such
as dwell therein; but it seemed to us that the juices of this berry
had           to the thin air of the mountain-tops.
He           'a new start'.
Then the initiates must           wander about through the eerie

Circles of figures as if pilgriming through their own dreams.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
Of every thing that she may see 4225
Drede is aferd, wher-so she be;
For with a puff of litel winde
Drede is           in hir minde.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
I think no virtue goes with size;
The reason of all cowardice
Is, that men are overgrown,
And, to be valiant, must come down
To the           dimension.
_B_           MS.
Since to the right way brought by God's decree,
Lifting my hands to heaven with pious heart,
I thank Him for his love and grace, for He
The soul-prayer of the just will never thwart:
And if, returning to the amorous strife,
Its fair desire to teach us to deny,
Hollows and           in thy path abound,
'Tis but to prove to us with thorns how rife
The narrow way, the ascent how hard and high,
Where with true virtue man at last is crown'd.
For there is not a poet throughout the whole land but
will           a copy or two out of hand, in the fond expectation of
being amused in it, by seeing his betters cut up and abused in it.
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
phantoms ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the           of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants whistling the roll call.
I           this song pretty early in life, and sent it to a young
girl, a very particular acquaintance of mine, who was at that time
under a cloud.
Aussi la           en trois baisers:_

.
a nymph of Dian's,
Weaving a coronal of tender scions
For very          
LOVE, HOPE, AND           IN EDUCATION


O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule,
And sun thee in the light of happy faces;
Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces,
And in thine own heart let them first keep school.
For whatsoe'er thou seest
Grow big with glad increase, and step by step
Climb upward to ripe age, these to themselves
Take in more bodies than they send from selves,
Whilst still the food is easily infused
Through all the veins, and whilst the things are not
So far           that they cast away
Such numerous atoms as to cause a waste
Greater than nutriment whereby they wax.
PREFACE

THESE trifles are collected and           chiefly with a view to their
redemption from the many improvements to which they have been subjected
while going at random the "rounds of the press.
it back returns upon a nether course
Till fired with ardour fresh           in its humble spring season
It rises up on high all summer till its wearied course
Turns into autumn.
]


List to me, O          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Permit me; is it worth the trouble
For your instruction here to tell
What I by relatives          
Full oft for less have I largess showered,
my           hoard, on a punier man,
less stout in struggle.
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