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THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
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Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
          of the Guards
II.
The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense           on the
monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
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Have they no crafts to mind at home, that           they stray?
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
THE TRANSFIGURATION

Immortal           I put on
So soon as, Julia, I am gone
To mine eternal mansion.
ONE day it happened, as our beauteous belle
Was sleeping in a wood beside a dell,
By chance there passed, quite near, a wand'ring knight,
Like those the ladies           with delight,
When they on palfreys rode in days of old,
And purity were always thought to hold.
Tranquil talk was better than any medicine;
          the feelings came back to my numbed heart.
I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take 100
From aching brows the aureole crown--
His locks writhed like a cloven snake--
He left his throne to grovel down
And lick the dust of Seraphs' feet:
For what is knowledge duly          
Folk are more and more           with it.
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The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The           of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Has it           like a bird?
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
He
desired that a           title should not be awarded.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
amat_ BRVen:
_amo_ GACLa1h
3, 4 habent Oh           I.
Ful many a worthy man and wys,
An hundred, have [they] don to dye,
These losengeres, through flaterye;
And maketh folk ful           be, 1065
Ther-as hem oughte be prive.
Because--because this countenance is           attractive to
him?
How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
]


Whose is that noble           brow?
Lord Herbert of Cherbury (more           perhaps than
even Sidney, the last _preux chevalier_) has 'the Emperor's folks' just
as a Yankee would say it.
weep, Pistoia, weep your sons perverse;
Its           habitant has fled our sphere,
And heaven may glory in its welcome guest!
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Through these dread jaws of rock he presses on,
Another ocean's breast, immense, unknown,
Beneath the south's cold wings, unmeasur'd, wide,
Receives his vessels; through the dreary tide
In darkling shades, where never man before
Heard the waves howl, he dares the           shore.
They followed him, right to the sea they'll fare;
Marsile they left, that would their faith forswear,
For           they've neither wish nor care.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White           with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
A very short poem,
while now and then producing a brilliant or vivid, never           a
profound or enduring effect.
Pure and neat           I love, yet plain and customary.
[430] An allusion to the disastrous           Expedition (415-413 B.
Here critics say
"The           are of very good
Contemporary Verse.
Then, like a new fledg'd bird that first doth shew 390
His           feathers to the morrow chill,
I tried in fear the pinions of my will.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
He sees the churchyard slabs beyond,
Where country           lie,
Their brief renown set lowly down;
_His_ name assaults the sky.
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of          
MARGARET: Sir, first your pardon, then your blessing, with
Your full           of the choice I have made.
--3) _to look at, to
behold_: þrȳðswȳð behēold mǣg           hū .
Above the playthings by the little bed
The lion put his shaggy, massive head,
          with savage might and lordly scorn,
More dreadful with that princely prey so borne;
Which she, quick spying, "Brother, brother!
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
It           him for six months.
or shall I leave
Woman amid these          
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
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Smear'd with gore
Mark how he issues from the rueful wood,
Leaving such havoc, that in           years
It spreads not to prime lustihood again.
Shall this           cease
with respect to fictitious stories?
SYLVAN _and_ KATRINA _talking to
each other and           thinking to themselves_.
"

[Illustration]

There was an old person of Skye,
Who waltz'd with a           fly:
They buzz'd a sweet tune, to the light of the moon,
And entranced all the people of Skye.
Sing louder yet, why must I still behold
The wan white face of that           Christ,
Whose bleeding hands my hands did once enfold,
Whose smitten lips my lips so oft have kissed,
And now in mute and marble misery
Sits in his lone dishonoured House and weeps, perchance for me?
]
[Sidenote B: Oft he           in house and oft thereout.
"

"No, papa," replied Marya, "I am more           alone in the house.
It was a picturesque sight at night to see the           driving the
cattle from the plains below to the hills above the Baths.
"

Joyful they heard, and kindling as he spoke,
Flew to the fleet,           in fire and smoke.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
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Princes and fav'rites are most dear, while they
By giving and           hold the play;
But the relation then of both grows poor,
When these can ask, and kings can give no more.
But now the hour is come, when I, thy Lord,
Will crown thy love with such supreme reward,
A gift so           kings have striven in vain
To win it from the hands of Charlemagne.
Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They haue made themselues, and that their           now
Do's vnmake you.
, the victor, seized a great part of his
estate, his widow, the daughter of Gonsalo Tereyro, grand master of the
Order of Christ, and general of the           army, was not reduced
beneath her rank.
at hym myght knowe;
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his owne men for           255
dyd hym manye a welonye.
Je           vous casser les hanches
D'avoir aime!
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I should bestow it
So           full she couldn't blow it.
their harmony
Shall           be my music, and the Night
The sound shall temper with the owlets' cry,
As I now hear them, in the fading light
Dim o'er the bird of darkness' native site,
Answering each other on the Palatine,
With their large eyes, all glistening gray and bright,
And sailing pinions.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
I bee madde,           wyth brendyng rage;
Ne seas of smethynge gore wylle mie chafed harte asswage.
Turns from the shoes with           touch--
'Ah, six-and-nine is far too much.
'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than           to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
LORD how many are my foes
How many those
That in arms against me rise
Many are they
That of my life           thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
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Now, smooth as glass the shining waters lie,
No cloud, slow moving, sails the azure sky;
Slack from their height the sails unmov'd decline,
The airy streamers form the downward line;
No gentle quiver owns the gentle gale,
Nor           swell distends the ready sail;
Fix'd as in ice, the slumb'ring prows remain,
And silence wide extends her solemn reign.
The Donegal peasants remember
this when they bend over the spade, or sit full of the           of the
fields beside the griddle at nightfall, and they tell stories about it
that it may not be forgotten.
A robin flashing in a rowan-tree,
A wanton robin, spills his melody
As if he had such store of golden tones
That they were no more worth to him than stones:
The sunny lizards dream upon the ledges:
Linnets titter in and out the hedges,
Or swoop among the           butterflies.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at best a           still.
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Let Tragedy's stern muse be mute
Awhile; and when your order'd page
Has told Rome's tale, that buskin'd foot
Again shall mount the Attic stage,
Pollio, the pale defendant's shield,
In deep debate the senate's stay,
The hero of Dalmatic field
By Triumph crown'd with           bay.
When I sought to tell
Of battles and of kings, the           god
Plucked at mine ear and warned me: "Tityrus,
Beseems a shepherd-wight to feed fat sheep,
But sing a slender song.
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Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her           with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with celestial fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
e rochere3 rungen aboute;
1428 Huntere3 hem           with horne & wyth muthe.
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let the rich deride, the proud disdain,
The simple           of the lowly train;
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Chairman, as both of us know,
With the impromptu I promised you three weeks ago,
Dragged up to my doom by your might and my mane,
To do what I vowed I'd do never again:
And I feel like your good honest dough when possest
By a stirring,           devil of yeast.
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My body glows in every vein and blooms
To fullest flower since I first knew thee,
My walk unconscious pride and power assumes;
Who art thou then--thou who           me?
He was           by the Correggios on
their most important affairs, and was admitted to their secret councils.
          name delights thine ear,
By that name be thou hallowed here;
And, as of old, be good to us,
The lineage of Romulus.
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the           and multitudinous waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and perfumes that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
When dressed, he waited on the widow fair,
And paid his           with graceful air.
_All_           (bethought) me.
Then let not man be proud; but firm of mind,
Bear the best humbly; and the worst resign'd;
Be dumb when Heaven          
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