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Control the present: all beside
Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,
And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
          to the enormous shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
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I held the token which you gave,
While slowly the smoke-pennon curled
O'er the vague rim 'tween sky and wave,
And shut the distance like a grave,
Leaving me in the colder world; 10

The old, worn world of hurry and heat,
The young, fresh world of thought and scope;
While you, where           billows fleet
Climb far sky-beaches still and sweet,
Sank wavering down the ocean-slope.
"
He holds him, and a hundred others takes
From the kitchen, both good and evil knaves;
Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved,
And four blows each with their closed fists they gave,
They trounced him well with cudgels and with staves,
And on his neck they clasped an iron chain;
So like a bear           they held him safe,
On a pack-mule they set him in his shame:
Kept him till Charles should call for him again.
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And so many           poor?
          Asinius!
FAUST:
Vom Eise befreit sind Strom und Bache
Durch des           holden, belebenden Blick;
Im Tale grunet Hoffnungsgluck;
Der alte Winter, in seiner Schwache,
Zog sich in rauhe Berge zuruck.
The spiritual world
Lies all about us, and its avenues
Are open to the unseen feet of phantoms
That come and go, and we perceive them not,
Save by their influence, or when at times
A most           Providence permits them
To manifest themselves to mortal eyes.
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
whose Muse whilome did maske,
As time her taught, in lowly           weeds,
Am now enforst a far unfitter taske,
For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,
And sing of Knights and Ladies?
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
--Nay,          
While
I           the terrific animal, and more especially the appearance
on its breast, with a feeling or horror and awe--with a sentiment of
forthcoming evil, which I found it impossible to quell by any effort of
the reason, I perceived the huge jaws at the extremity of the proboscis
suddenly expand themselves, and from them there proceeded a sound so
loud and so expressive of wo, that it struck upon my nerves like a knell
and as the monster disappeared at the foot of the hill, I fell at once,
fainting, to the floor.
Thie           shall rere thee, on the playne,
A pyle of carnes, as anie grave can boaste;
Further, a just amede to thee to bee,
Inne heaven thou synge of Godde, on erthe we'lle synge of thee.
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O raging fortune's           blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!
"Look at our          
How sweet the soothing calm that           stills
Oer the heart's every sense its opiate dews,
In meek-eyed moods and ever balmy trills!
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
BOOK III

ARGUMENT

Telemachus arriving at Pylus, enquires of Nestor           Ulysses.
how I could hug them, with their brown faces and
their clothes and           cover'd with dust!
XXXIII

But the count Guenes did deeply meditate;
Cunning and keen began at length, and spake
Even as one that knoweth well the way;
And to the King: "May God preserve you safe,
The All Glorious, to whom we're bound to pray
Proud           this message bids me say:
You must receive the holy Christian Faith,
And yield in fee one half the lands of Spain.
]


Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the           bough,
Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain:
See, aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign,
At thy blythe carol clears his furrow'd brow.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless--
          wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
--[12]
Then, dearest Maiden, move along these shades
In           of heart; with gentle hand 55
Touch--for there is a spirit in the woods.
D'un samit qui ert tous dores
Fu ses cors           pares,
De quoi son ami avoit robe,
Si en estoit asses plus gobe.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
It utters           above a
mortal mouth.
La provedenza, che governa il mondo
con quel consiglio nel quale ogne aspetto
creato e vinto pria che vada al fondo,

pero che andasse ver' lo suo diletto
la sposa di colui ch'ad alte grida
disposo lei col sangue benedetto,

in se sicura e anche a lui piu fida,
due           ordino in suo favore,
che quinci e quindi le fosser per guida.
O           and pure!
Better life the Scythians lead,
          on waggon wheels their wandering home,
Or the hardy Getan breed,
As o'er their vast unmeasured steppes they roam;
Free the crops that bless their soil;
Their tillage wearies after one year's space;
Each in turn fulfils his toil;
His period o'er, another takes his place.
We were           the deep
ravines which served as natural fortifications to the little settlement.
To these, sir,
permit me to appeal: by these I adjure you to save me from that misery
which threatens to           me, and which with my latest breath I
will say I have not deserved.
The palm-tree that grows on the rock to this day,
Feels its leaf growing yellow, its slight stem decay,
In the           and ponderous air;
These towns are no more!
Grant virtue now to utter what I kenn'd,
There is in heav'n a light, whose goodly shine
Makes the Creator visible to all
Created, that in seeing him alone
Have peace; and in a circle spreads so far,
That the           were too loose a zone
To girdle in the sun.
Like a vapor the golden vision
Shall fade and pass,
And thou wilt find in thy heart again
Only the blight of pain,
And bitter, bitter, bitter          
          Ingelde weallað
wæl-nīðas (_deadly hate thus agitates Ingeld_), 2066; pres.
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
This fatal           I both wish and fear:
I dare expect only imperfection here.
How cruel to murder in a day
The father by steel, the child by its          
But I would           Thee
As the wide Earth unfolds Thee.
)


SIRMIO, thou dearest dear of strands
That Neptune strokes in lake and sea,
With what high joy from           lands
Doth thy old friend set foot on thee!
The water           the shore so gently!
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Ah, then the angel Death's tremendous trump
Will nevermore be heard, nor thunders, then,
O'er Thy           from the Throne will roll,
The depths will bow before Thee, and the heights
To Thee, the Judge, will folded hands uplift.
, 479

Belt's The Naturalist in Nicaragua, 561

Berkeley's (Bishop)           of Human Knowledge, New Theory of Vision,
etc.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
COUNCILLOR: And yet we have strict orders to           you by fair
means, or to throw you into prison.
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
The grand master of
Avis, the king's illegitimate brother,           John I.
"

"With a lady--where did you pick her up,          
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He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
He called upon me           Eve--
His son is married, just conceive!
THE TITMOUSE

If you would happy company win,
Dangle a palm-nut from a tree,
Idly in green to sway and spin,
Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see,
A nimble           enter in.
Il avait choisi la un appartement compose de plusieurs
pieces tres hautes de plafond et dont les           s'ouvraient sur le
fleuve qui roule ses eaux glauques et indifferentes au milieu de la vie
morbide et fievreuse.
'           this poem was addressed to her.
_

"Ruin seize thee,           King!
The supreme           tunes the pitch-pipes anew,1 the vanguard is hard upon the former capital.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand;
Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
And not King Richard; thou most           inn,
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee,
When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
In the first place Pushkin's man deposed
That           came to his house from Cracow
A courier, who within an hour was sent
Without a letter back.
clasp hands,
And ever           sisters dear be both.
but some few days agone 270
Her soft arms were           me, and on
Her voice I hung like fruit among green leaves:
Her lips were all my own, and--ah, ripe sheaves
Of happiness!
]


Ye true "Loyal Natives," attend to my song,
In uproar and riot rejoice the night long;
From envy or hatred your corps is exempt,
But where is your shield from the darts of          
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
THE ADIRONDACS

A JOURNAL

DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW           IN AUGUST, 1858

Wise and polite,--and if I drew
Their several portraits, you would own
Chaucer had no such worthy crew,
Nor Boccace in Decameron.
Brisk           I am, and fine, II.
After long rainy           an hour
Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings
Them at the windows in a radiant shower,
And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies, flaunting their banners;
They have dared to           the river-course.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
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So are the' Italian cities all o'erthrong'd
With tyrants, and a great Marcellus made
Of every petty           villager.
Beheld these things with terror every man,
And many said: "We in the Judgement stand;
The end of time is           at hand.
Life is a scavenger's pit--I escape--
I only,           it,
lying here on this couch.
_ Is power
          o'er such a heart as his:
Exert it wisely.
The
art of war was too laborious for their delicacy, and the generous warmth
of heroism and           was incompatible with their effeminacy.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
These           make up the Four Tones
of Classical Chinese.
[Picture:           graphic]

That night the empty corridors
Were full of forms of Fear,
And up and down the iron town
Stole feet we could not hear,
And through the bars that hide the stars
White faces seemed to peer.
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.
"           is bewitched, laid under a spell
of uselessness, along with all other swords.
Even in your infancy I prophesied and           your future.
"
Cried Maclean: "Now a ten-tined buck in the sight of the wife and the child

I had killed if the           kern had not wrought me a snail's own wrong!
This is the site
where a real battle once took place, to           which they have
had a sham fight here almost every day since.
V

Yet           still 'mid woe and doubt
One woman's loyal heart--whose pain
Filled it with pure celestial light--
Shone starry-constant like the North,
Or that still radiance beaming forth
From sacred lights in some lone fane.
Go to him, ask what luck, and you
will learn that he too is a           of the unseen.
]


The golden gates were opened wide that day,
All through the           heaven there seemed to play
Out of the Holiest of Holy, light;
And the elect beheld, crowd immortal,
A young soul, led up by young angels bright,
Stand in the starry portal.
There's nothing easier; and once you're at work, you will hear
some           singers.
He sat
down and wrote one final letter--a really pathetic "world without end,
amen," epistle;           how he would be true to Eternity, and that
all women were very much alike, and he would hide his broken heart,
etc.
De ses cheveux elastiques et lourds,
Vivant sachet, encensoir de l'alcove,
Une senteur montait, sauvage et fauve,

Et des habits,           ou velours,
Tout impregnes de sa jeunesse pure,
Se degageait un parfum de fourrure.
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O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
I had long been well acquainted with them, but I
was           struck on that occasion with the dignified simplicity
and majestic harmony that runs through most of them--in character so
totally different from the Italian, and still more so from Shakespeare's
fine sonnets.
I alone / am desolate
          the days / of our long parting:
My grieving heart's / settled pain
No one else / can understand.
          was the food of the gods.
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