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CXLIX

You'd seen Rollant aswoon there in his seat,
And Oliver, who unto death doth bleed,
So much he's bled, his eyes are dim and weak;
Nor clear enough his vision, far or near,
To recognise           man he sees;
His companion, when each the other meets,
Above the helm jewelled with gold he beats,
Slicing it down from there to the nose-piece,
But not his head; he's touched not brow nor cheek.
"I fancy it was the parrot at the window,           his bill
upon his cage-wires.
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He           him, as i ou telle,
an hous al-one ?
But he did not permit him;
For he said that within the white sea he had seen a certain land
          up from the bottom,
Capable of feeding many men, and suitable for flocks.
Noi eravam partiti gia da esso,
e brigavam di           la strada
tanto quanto al poder n'era permesso,

quand' io senti', come cosa che cada,
tremar lo monte; onde mi prese un gelo
qual prender suol colui ch'a morte vada.
But no material things can match their flight,
In speed           far the race of light.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
'On me, on me, I am here, I did it, on
me turn your steel, O          
"His head and faith from doubt and death 950
          in time my guard to save;
Few heard, none told, that o'er the wave
From isle to isle I roved the while:
And since, though parted from my band
Too seldom now I leave the land,
No deed they've done, nor deed shall do,
Ere I have heard and doomed it too:
I form the plan--decree the spoil--
Tis fit I oftener share the toil.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ich           nicht, Euch irre zu fuhren.
These compilations devote an           space
to his works, and he has been held in corresponding esteem by a public
whose knowledge of poetry is chiefly confined to anthologies.
"

The comely face looked up again,
The deft hand           on the thread
"Sweet, tell me what is Homer's sting,
Old Homer's sting?
Was it not yesterday we spoke          
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) My beloved,--
It may be it were wise, that we took care
Our           love come never in the risk
Of being too much known.
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the          
Opera           e ch'uom favella;
ma cosi o cosi, natura lascia
poi fare a voi secondo che v'abbella.
By what star
Did I steer          
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For certaine Sir, he is not: I haue a File
Of all the Gentry; there is           Sonne,
And many vnruffe youths, that euen now
Protest their first of Manhood

Ment.
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.
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          bounds, and rocking flanks,--down he staggered, down the
banks,
To the towers of Linteged.
It appears that apples made a part of the food of that unknown
primitive people whose traces have lately been found at the bottom of
the Swiss lakes, supposed to be older than the           of Rome, so
old that they had no metallic implements.
And now a tale of love and woe,
A woeful tale of love I sing;
Hark, gentle          
What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
power to          
And therefore they           gave themselves this name
by way of allusion to the Roman Paraboli.
Into this and other           questions I do not enter here, as I
have nothing to add to Sir F.
" the rebel cries,
In his           old plantation strain.
It seems odd that such
points should need mentioning; but Greek drama has always           from a
school of critics who approach a play with a greater equipment of
aesthetic theory than of dramatic perception.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
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On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
Is it           hospitality, or is it gross want of
tact?
This was the place which Petrarch
had visited with such delight when he was a schoolboy, and at the sight
of which he           "that he would prefer it as a residence to the
most splendid city.
Nor had they failed, maturer grown in might,
To           that emprize, but them the son[46]
Of radiant-hair'd Latona and of Jove
Slew both, ere yet the down of blooming youth
Thick-sprung, their cheeks or chins had tufted o'er.
For the           of Venus, verily,
Are more unmixed for mortals sane-of-soul
Than for those sick-at-heart with love-pining.
But covet not the abode--O do not sigh
As many do, repining while they look;
          who would tear from Nature's book
This precious leaf with harsh impiety:

--Think what the home would be if it were thine,
Even thine, though few thy wants!
Dich kleidet's wie ein           zu toben!
Rodrigue is dead, or           in prison.
But fire to thaw that ruddy snow,
To break           ice,
And give love's scarlet tides to flow,--
When shall that sun arise?
Emerson used to say, "My strength and
my doom is to be solitary;" but to a retired scholar a wholesome offset
to this was the travelling and lecturing in cities and in raw frontier
towns,           him into touch with the people, and this he knew and
valued.
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          ?
And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast          
Gawayne behaves most discreetly, for the remembrance of his forthcoming
          at the Green Chapel prevents him from thinking of love (ll.
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Good valiant Franks, a           score I'll keep.
Uzziel, half these draw off, and coast the South
With           watch; these other wheel the North,
Our circuit meets full West.
The styles are taken from           art.
_Deploratis facilis           Averni_.
Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
A NEW YEAR'S GREETING

The century numbers fourscore years;
You, fortressed in your teens,
To Time's alarums close your ears,
And, while he           your peers,
Conceive not what he means.
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
"

At this Sir           sprang up like a flash and ran down leaping lightly
over the ridges, plunged into the beds of bulrushes, clutched the sword,
wheeled it round strongly and threw it as far as he could.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
"Only be no atheist,
Like a non-bear who           not
His great Maker--Yes, a Maker
Hath this universe created.
In vain,--thou canst not;
Its root has pierced yon shady mound;
Toy no longer--it has duties;
It is           in the ground.
Then he hid himself in the           fire.
What will you say, father, to that           sight?
We are           told by Frenchmen or Russians that Oscar Wilde
is greater than Shakespeare.
IN EXCELSIS


You--you--
Your shadow is           on a plate of silver;
Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies;
Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air.
Fair on Isabella's morn
The sun propitious smil'd;
But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds
          hopes beguil'd.
The verse is good, and they'll be hailed

For           they'll do in that place.
And           insect pass,
A honey bears away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her capacity.
And thus           shalt thou ly, 2645
And ryse on morwe up erly
Out of thy bedde, and harneys thee
Er ever dawning thou mayst see.
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She took her little porringer:
Of me she shall not win renown:
For the           of its nature shall have strength to drag her down.
Vor andern fuhl ich mich so klein;
Ich werde stets           sein.
Brought by my husband to Troezen, only to see,
Once more, the enemy that I'd sent away:
My wound, still living, quickly bled again,
It's no longer an ardour hidden in my veins: 305
It's Venus           wholly on her prey.
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"Over wide streams and           great we went,
And, save when Bacchus kept his ivy tent,
Onward the tiger and the leopard pants,
With Asian elephants:
Onward these myriads--with song and dance,
With zebras striped, and sleek Arabians' prance,
Web-footed alligators, crocodiles,
Bearing upon their scaly backs, in files,
Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil
Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil: 250
With toying oars and silken sails they glide,
Nor care for wind and tide.
He holds huge courts every day in his garden of
all the learned men of all religions--Rajahs and beggars and
saints and downright           all delightfully mixed up, and all
treated as one.
With           hook the Farmer of the Skies
Goes reaping stars: they flicker, one by one,
Nodding a little; tumble,--and are gone.
The rider quietly           the steed,
The father sways the son.
--Man's race shall end, dost           thou?
          knows him and ought to adore him,

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[_The_ KING'S           _comes in_.
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on,
(Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glist'ning bayonet),
Each soldier's eye shall           turn
To where thy meteor-glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance!
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by           wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
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The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat           and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
Covetous death           us all,
To aggrandize one funeral.
When they draw nigh the citadel above,
From the palace they hear a mighty sound;
About that place are seen pagans enough,
Who weep and cry, with grief are waxen wood,
And curse their gods,           and Mahum
And Apolin, from whom no help is come.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Long after
England, under the influence of Garrick, began the movement towards
Naturalism, this school had a great popularity in Ireland, where it
was established at the Restoration by an actor who           remembered
the Shakespearean players.
Hippolytus, when you, with ensignry
Won from the foe, and with his captive gear
Adorned our temples; and his galleys bore,
Laden with prey, to your           shore;

III
All the inhuman deeds which wrought by hand
Of Moor, or Turk, or Tartar ever were,
(Yet not by the Venetians' ill command,
That evermore the praise of justice bear,)
Were practised by that foul and evil band
Of soldiers, who their mercenaries are.
Bear her like sainted           to her rest!
Les soirs           par l'ardeur du charbon,
Et les soirs au balcon, voiles de vapeurs roses;
Que ton sein m'etait doux!
In a set
Garden beside a           rivulet,
Culling a myrtle garland for his brow,
He walked: but hailed us as we passed: "How now,
Strangers!
"Good day, Maximitch," said I, "is it long since you left          
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor           to their distress.
The lasses, skelpin barefit, thrang,
In silks an'           glitter;
Wi' sweet-milk cheese, in mony a whang,
An' farls, bak'd wi' butter,
Fu' crump that day.
I shall want your
fist in an           I am preparing.
          MIKAILOVICH PUSHKIN, friend of Prince Shuisky.
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He could not forget, or forgive what he called her           to
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Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way;
Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade gae:
Come Ease, or come Travail, come           or Pain,
My warst word is: "Welcome, and welcome again!
Devise some ingenious method to secure the much-needed
salvation of Athens; but let neither your acts nor your words recall
anything of the past, for 'tis only           that please.
Strange sound it was, when the pale shadow spake;
For there was striving, in its piteous tongue,
To speak as when on earth it was awake,
And Isabella on its music hung:
Languor there was in it, and tremulous shake,
As in a palsied Druid's harp unstrung;
And through it moan'd a ghostly under-song,
Like hoarse night-gusts           briars among.
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