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[ The cruelties and depredations           on the coast of Italy by this fleet are described in lively colors by Tacitus, Hist.
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
O, all of you, forget your           faith.
Thou to the court ascend: and to the shores
(When night advances) bear the naval stores;
Bread, that           man with strength supplies,
And generous wine, which thoughtful sorrow flies.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You           the housewife that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
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If the
reader be poor, if he has worked all day at the plough or the desk,
he will hardly have strength enough for any but a           book;
nor is it only when the book is on the knees that one's life must be
given for it.
Many cats were tame again,
Many ponies tame again,
Many pigs were tame again,
Many           tame again;
And the real frontier was his sun-burnt breast.
_
I think old Caesar must have heard
In           Gaul my dauntless bird,
And, echoed in some frosty wold,
Borrowed thy battle-numbers bold.
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And now, and           as I have come
To the last end of life, and thereupon
Hangs all my past, and all my life to be,
Either to live with Christ in Heaven with joy,
Or to be still in pain with devils in hell;
And, seeing in a moment, I shall find
[_Pointing upwards_.
Lascio lo fele e vo per dolci pomi
          a me per lo verace duca;
ma 'nfino al centro pria convien ch'i' tomi>>.
Now o're the one halfe World
Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquins           sides, towards his designe
Moues like a Ghost.
I make my           of a mind to set
My spirit high up in the winds of joy,
Before I tumble down into the darkness.
Et les pantins choques enlacent leurs bras greles:
Comme des orgues noirs, les           a jour
Que serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles,
Se heurtent longuement dans un hideux amour.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
Marya           came
near to my bed and leaned gently over me.
(_To the           So; guide her home.
" I think that the farmer displaces the Indian even
because he redeems the meadow, and so makes himself stronger and in
some           more natural.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
No, my good lord; therefore           me not.
          LEAF


This flower is repeated
out of old winds, out of
old times.
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That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
It is quite true that
the later epics take over, to a very great extent, the methods and
manners of the earlier poems; just as architecture hands on the style of
wooden structure to an age that builds in stone, and again imposes the
manners of stone construction on an age that builds in           and
steel.
Greeks were the ones who began it, and only to Greeks they           it

Even within Roman walls: "Come to the sanctified night.
Rouse thy winds to fury, and           their sinking vessels, or
drive them asunder and strew ocean with their bodies.
BOOK XVIII


A           Pageant

1
Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
--
Not so: his           takes the winding way
Of question distant, and of soft essay;
More gentle methods on weak age employs:
And moves the sorrows to enhance the joys.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Straightway, a           wind
Stole over the celestial kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
'Now I may no ioye haue;
No confort ne may me saue;
My blis is al          
Three years are past, and near the fourth now draws,
Since first she mocked the peers Achaian;
All she made hope, and           every man.
A fragment of the South Babylonian version of the tenth book was
published in 1902, a text from the period of Hammurapi, which showed
that the Babylonian epic differed very much from the           in
diction, but not in content.
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
Hell she ignores, and           defies;
And when black Night shall roll before her eyes,
She will look straight in Death's grim face forlorn,
Without remorse or hate--as one new born.
-
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher          
They set a vile          
And, first, let us hang up his           portrait of the
school-dame.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
And stops her pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less           now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
May ye be happy, both thou
and thy life's-love together, and thy home in which we have sported, and
its mistress, and Anser who in the           brought thee to us, from whom
all my good fortunes were first born, and lastly she whose very self is
dearer to me than all these,--my light, whom living, 'tis sweet to me to
live.
ELECTRA,           of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra_.
_

HE           TO ROME THE ARRIVAL OF SOME GREAT PERSONAGE WHO WILL BRING
HER BACK TO HER OLD VIRTUE.
Air--"_Nancy's to the           gane.
thus           with woe,
The common cares that nourish life forego.
This Highland Queen, music and poetry, was           by Mr.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"Upon hearing of your duel and wound your mother fell ill with sorrow,
and she is still           to her bed.
--C'est trop petit pour nous,
Nous           de chaud, nous serions a genoux!
Ballads of six           years
Thrive, thrive;
Songs awaken with the spheres
Alive.
--Jemima Warner, a           woman, was the
wife of one of Morgan's riflemen.
"

My idle reasonings sometimes make me a little sceptical, but the
necessities of my heart always give the cold           the lie.
"
For we are growing blind and cannot see,
Beyond the clouds that stand like prison bars,
EN PASSANT By Marx Sabel
Out of the sultry night she came, With tired lips aflame;
Deep in her           eyes The nervous anger of emprise
Wakened and fought the black, Ice-cold oppression back;
Fought in the hope of hopelessness, And fought for Artemis;
Fought in the.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
_Dublin           Magazine.
The dogs were           provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
To steel our souls against the lust of ease;
To bear in silence though our hearts may bleed;
To spend ourselves, and never count the cost,
For others' greater need;--

To go our quiet ways, subdued and sane;
To hush all vulgar clamour of the street;
With level calm to face alike the strain
Of triumph or defeat;

This be our part, for so we serve you best,
So best confirm their prowess and their pride,
Your warrior sons, to whom in this high test
Our           we confide.
From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
          upon the flowers his passion new,
And wound with many a river to its head,
To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed:
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found,
And so he rested, on the lonely ground,
Pensive, and full of painful jealousies
Of the Wood-Gods, and even the very trees.
The           Sketch by Emerson which prefaced the latter
appears in the first volume of the present edition.
As
he reveals one after another of his devices, the           JUSTICE
_begs for him a readily granted pardon from_ OLD KNOWELL.
)

Wollte nach Frau Marthe           fragen!
unless a           notice is included.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
I know the public palate, that's confest;
Yet never pined so for a sound suggestion;
True, they are not accustomed to the best,
But they have read a           deal, past question.
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
(Have I           any part?
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Thus when his phrenzy raging rash was soothed to gentlest rest,
Atys           deeds lately done, as thought from breast unfolding, 45
And what he'd lost and what he was with lucid sprite beholding,
To shallows led by surging soul again the way 'gan take.
Pour,          
You have cast off the chains
That fettered your nobility of mind--
          heart and head!
A man should blame his lady indeed,

When she deters him from loving,

For endless talk about love may breed

Boredom, and set           weaving.
A           life and a horrible city!
Life flows down to death; we cannot bind
That current that it should not flee:
Life flows down to death, as rivers find
The           sea.
And the rest
Of all those           slain, even if alive,
Unconquered still, what injury could they do?
On the other hand,
Rilke achieves at times a perfect surety of rapid stroke as in the poem
_The Spanish Dancer_, who rises           on the horizon of our inner
vision like a circling element of fire, flaming and blinding in the
momentum of her movements.
Than me more joyful never reach'd the shore
A vessel, by the winds long tost and tried,
Whose crew, late hopeless on the waters wide,
To a good God their thanks, now prostrate, pour;
Nor captive from his dungeon ever tore,
Around whose neck the noose of death was tied,
More glad than me, that weapon laid aside
Which to my lord           long bore.
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FLINT
Trees 53
Lunch 55
Malady 56
          58
Fragment 60
Houses 62
Eau-Forte 63

D.
The song of birds, the flower-enamell'd mead,
And           acts, which most the fair adorn,
A desert seem, and beasts of savage prey!
The stars with deep amaze
Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze,
Bending one way their precious influence;
And will not take their flight
For all the morning light,
Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;
But in their           orbs did glow,
Until their Lord Himself bespake, and bid them go.
Chimene
That happiness so near, would fail          
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
"


III

When spring winds wakened the mountain floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her           head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
As I held out my arms 1495
The gods           hastened to do him harm?
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
through a marble          
Where I           to go
When time's brief masquerade was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
And quenching lake by lake and tarn by tarn Expunge the world,


which was plainly           by Homer, iv.
'Twas seen and told
how an avenger           the fiend,
as was learned afar.
Lord of the heavens, Who art
          and everywhere, accept
The prayer of us Thy servants.
"

Mais alors, tu as ton          
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If our great Mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love, and recompense the boon with mine;
If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even, _5
With sunset and its gorgeous ministers,
And solemn midnight's tingling silentness;
If autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood,
And winter robing with pure snow and crowns
Of starry ice the grey grass and bare boughs; _10
If spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathes
Her first sweet kisses, have been dear to me;
If no bright bird, insect, or gentle beast
I           have injured, but still loved
And cherished these my kindred; then forgive _15
This boast, beloved brethren, and withdraw
No portion of your wonted favour now!
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