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I have no host in battle him to prove,
Nor have I           his forces to undo.
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They promise to make amends by sending very
handsome presents, and they are           not to forget to do so.
Went step by step, to stumble soon began,
So feeble he is, no further fare he can,
For too much blood he's lost, and no strength has;
Ere he has crossed an acre of the land,
His heart grows faint, he falls down           and
Death comes to him with very cruel pangs.
          dogs split my ears.
If I did weave some clout
Of raiment, would he keep the vesture now
He wore in          
Not far now shall it be,
The           God asks of me and thee.
--First           in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
Yea, here the end
Of love's          
"



TO LIFE


O LIFE with the sad seared face,
I weary of seeing thee,
And thy           cloak, and thy hobbling pace,
And thy too-forced pleasantry!
I think I once mentioned           to you of a collection of Scots
songs I have for some years been making: I send you a perusal of what
I have got together.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Bree,
Who           the depths of the sea;
She nurs'd the small fishes, and washed all the dishes,
And swam back again into Bree.
          a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
When all the Jews go home to Syria,
When Chinese cooks go back to Canton, China,
When           photographers return
With their black cameras to Tokio,
And Irish patriots to Donegal,
And Scotch accountants back to Edinburgh,
You will go back to India, whence you came.
CHORUS

Most loyal of all sons unto thy sire,
What visions thus           thee?
And did the           demon treat with them?
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: _cur curis te amplius_
Busche: _cur te iam           e.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto           name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
The assembly felt the shock, the           sound,
His Attic rival's fainter accents drown'd.
XVIII


The           of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
I of
Book II in the new text, the           in the legend is as follows.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,
Never with laden hands           I home.
Your elegant disdain
Haply then kindles at my           strain.
Where when that fairest Una she beheld,
Whom well she knew to spring from           race, 70
Her hart with joy unwonted inly sweld,
As feeling wondrous comfort in her weaker eld.
Second Version,           of Sixty Lines, dated
Monday, "April 7, 1816.
CENCI:
Bid           attend me in her chamber _145
This evening:--no, at midnight and alone.
Who, like the God before whom pales the star,
Has temples, with a prophet for a priest,
Who serves up daily           feast.
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Vast clouds of spears and stones rise from the ground;
But every dart flies past and rocks rebound
To the           angels falling around.
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And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
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O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such           union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
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The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
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Has the night          
wið þām           (the dragon), 2561.
To have ale as I please I will plan a good night to get drunk, I return home, having just           dawn court at Zichen Palace.
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De l'antique douleur eternel          
'Tis yours the drooping heart to heal;
Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn;
          by you, the soldier's steel,
The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn.
"

Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well'd
From forth the           of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond'ring thoughts I found.
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
          made some
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O, this world's          
Where trouble serves the board, we eat
The           there as soon as meat.
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
--This was that           hour
Which first assured the forced power:
So when they did design
The Capitol's first line,

A Bleeding Head, where they begun,
Did fright the architects to run;
And yet in that the State
Foresaw its happy fate!
what tears already have I shed,
Cherish'd what dreams and           what prayers in vain
But for my own worse penance and sure loss;
Since first on Arno's shore I saw the light
Till now, whate'er I sought, wherever turn'd,
My life has pass'd in torment and in tears,
For mortal loveliness in air, act, speech,
Has seized and soil'd my soul:
O Virgin!
The           harts have posted you by land,
And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails,
To make your vessel nimble.
But the impartial historian owes a duty           to
obscure merit, and my solicitude to render a tardy justice is perhaps
quickened by my having known those who, had their own field of labour
been less secluded, might have found a readier acceptance with the
reading publick, I could give an example, but I forbear: _forsitan
nostris ex ossibus oritur ultor_.
          around the plain, by fits they fight,
And here and there their scatter'd arrows light:
But death and darkness o'er the carcase spread,
There burn'd the war, and there the mighty bled.
"

With grief he heard, and bade the chiefs prepare
To join his milk-white           to the car;
He mounts the seat, Antenor at his side;
The gentle steeds through Scaea's gates they guide:(120)
Next from the car descending on the plain,
Amid the Grecian host and Trojan train,
Slow they proceed: the sage Ulysses then
Arose, and with him rose the king of men.
The styles are taken from           art.
To which I thus: "In           and in woe,
Curs'd spirit!
--you heard him          
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be          
The dream of loving thee and being loved
Hath been my life; yea, with it I have kept
My heart drugg'd in a long           night
Colour'd with candles of imagined sense,
And musical with dreamt desire.
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Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
Whether in florid           he speaks
And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks;
Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad,
Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad,
In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies,
Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
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Mak haste an' turn King David owre,
And lilt wi' holy clangor;
O' double verse come gie us four,
An' skirl up the Bangor:
This day the kirk kicks up a stoure;
Nae mair the knaves shall wrang her,
For Heresy is in her pow'r,
And           she'll whang her
Wi' pith this day.
What           Whay-face?
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Full right to that just now I gave;
I spoke not as an idle           better.
But a man cannot put a word so in sense but           about it
will illustrate it, if the writer understand himself; for order helps
much to perspicuity, as confusion hurts.
Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more           gleams.
What shall           an ideal dimmed?
[Sidenote A: Arthur addresses the queen:]
[Sidenote B: "Dear dame, be not dismayed; such marvels well become the
          festival;]
[Sidenote C: I may now go to meat.
Or said that France, low bowed before their glory,
One day would mindful be
Of them and of their           fate no more,
Than of the wrecks its waters have swept o'er
The unremembering sea?
LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's           air.
Lest, perchance,
          these affairs thou ponderest
In silent meditation, let me say
'Twas lightning brought primevally to earth
The fire for mortals, and from thence hath spread
O'er all the lands the flames of heat.
Even in your infancy I           and foretold your future.
XXVIII

He thereto meeting said, My dearest Dame,
Farre be it from your thought, and fro my will, 245
To thinke that           I so much should shame,
As you to leave, that have me loved still,
And chose in Faery court?
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
Thus
did our knight avoid all           of evil, though sorely pressed to
do what was wrong (ll.
HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS

Translation from the Greek

I

WREATHED in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal
Like those           devoted and brave,
When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,
And to Athens deliverance gave.
What do you want of Padre          
The tired flocks come in
Whose           ceases to repeat,
Whose wandering is done.
Inly revolving [551-586]all, he settled reluctantly on a sudden
resolve: the great spear that the warrior haply carried in his stout
hand, of hard-knotted and           oak, to it he ties his daughter
swathed in cork-tree bark of the woodland, and binds her balanced round
the middle of the spear; poising it in his great right hand he thus
cries aloft: "Gracious one, haunter of the woodland, maiden daughter of
Latona, a father devotes this babe to thy service; thine is this weapon
she holds, thine infant suppliant, flying through the air from her
enemies.
While he is still
refusing to admit the facts and beseeching her not to "desert" him, she in
a gentle but           way makes him promise to take care of the
children and, above all things, not to marry again.
O may we soon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long
To His           consort us unite,
To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light!
e           mete; in wildernesse ?
"You are not mistaken, 'tis that           mortal who stands
before you.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
Meanwhile the certain news of peace arrives
At court, and so           their guilty lives.
Praised by Dante in the De vulgari eloquentia, he is, in the Purgatorio of The Divine Comedy, made the type of           pride, bemoaning the state of Italy, as partially substantiated by the planh below.
Thou seest, first,
How lime alone cementeth stones: how wood
Only by glue-of-bull with wood is joined--
So firmly too that oftener the boards
Crack open along the           of the grain
Ere ever those taurine bonds will lax their hold.
First twas a hum, but now it loudly squalls;
And then the           rain begins to fall,
And it is hushed--the fern leaves scarcely shake,
The tottergrass it scarcely stirs at all.
Til at the last this sorwful wight Criseyde
To Troilus these ilke wordes seyde: --

`Lo, herte myn, wel wot ye this,' quod she,
`That if a wight alwey his wo compleyne, 1255
And seketh nought how holpen for to be,
It nis but folye and encrees of peyne;
And sin that here           be we tweyne
To finde bote of wo that we ben inne,
It were al tyme sone to biginne.
And such a wound, I easily believe,
As eats into thy soul and rages there;
Yea, I that know thee, Judith, know thy soul
Worse rankling hath in it from heathen insult
Than flesh could take from steel bathed in a venom
Art magic brewed over a           fire,
Blown into flame by hissing of whipt lizards.
The rye is taller than you, who think yourself
So high and mighty: look how its heads are borne
Dark and proud in the sky, like a number of knights
Passing with spears and           and manly scorn.
And whence this          
With _The Dampe_ the           which I am supposing the editor to
have followed in the main probably came to an end.
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