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SUNSET AND SHORE


Birds that like vanishing visions go winging,
White, white in the flame of the sunset's burning,
Fly with the wild spray the billows are flinging,
Blend, blend with the nightfall, and fade,          
I love to press the berries between my fingers, and see their
juice           my hand.
In fact, these are the only           walls we have
in North America, though we have a good deal of Virginia fence, it is
true.
Thy           and thee I both defy,
Not wondering at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
The sky is gray, gray:
And the steppe wide, wide:
Over grass that the wind has           low
Sheep and oxen roam.
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Audacious Hector, if the gods ordain
That great           rise and rage again,
What toils attend thee, and what woes remain!
Let us beware lest the cursed Cerberus[285] prevent us even
from the nethermost hell from           the goddess by his furious
howling, just as he did when on earth.
thou sleepest--
See the angelic band,
Who           the trials
That for man are planned;
Seeing him unarmed,
Unfearing, unalarmed,
With their tears have warmed
This unconscious hand.
which their utmost effort and best art
Nature and Heaven alike have join'd to grace;
O sister pearls of orient hue, ye fine
And fairy          
SATIRES AND           OF HORACE IMITATED.
Thus up the           paper, ere it burns,
A brown tint glides, not turning yet to black,
And the clean white expires.
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HERI, CRAS, HODIE

Shines the last age, the next with hope is seen,
To-day slinks poorly off unmarked between:
Future or Past no richer secret folds,
O           Present!
my wife,
The nearest, dearest part of all men's honour,
Left a base slur to pass from mouth to mouth 160
Of loose mechanics, with all coarse foul comments,
And           jests, and blasphemies obscene;
While sneering nobles, in more polished guise,
Whispered the tale, and smiled upon the lie
Which made me look like them--a courteous wittol,
Patient--aye--proud, it may be, of dishonour.
The shepherd, in the flow'ry glen,
In shepherd's phrase will woo:
The           tells a finer tale--
But is his heart as true?
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
puts these two lines in           (fylle .
Meanwhile, of the first cuirass and the new
Possest, as well as either helmet bright,
Marphisa, when she all in flight discerned,
          towards her suburb-inn returned.
He paid no attention to this, but soon he
heard the           door open.
" And thereupon he
carries Him to a           whence He can see "Assyria and her empire's
ancient bounds," and there suggests the deliverance of the Ten Tribes.
nascetur uobis expers terroris Achilles,
hostibus haud tergo, sed forti pectore notus,
qui           uago uictor certamine cursus 340
flammea praeuertet celeris uestigia ceruae.
Quintilian next, and Seneca were seen,
And Chaeronea's sage, of placid mien;
All various in their taste and studious toils,
But each adorn'd with Learning's           spoils.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
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He said, and, issuing, Eteoneus call'd
The brisk           to his aid, with whom
He loos'd their foaming coursers from the yoke.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout           the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
The dart that flies in darkness, sped from hell
By spirits of the murdered dead who call
Unto their kin for vengeance, formless fear,
The night-tide's visitant, and madness' curse
Should drive and rack me; and my           frame
Should be chased forth from man's community
As with the brazen scorpions of the scourge.
The great
object of the warriors on both sides is, as in the Iliad, to
obtain possession of the spoils and bodies of the slain; and
several circumstances are related which forcibly remind us of the
great           round the corpses of Sarpedon and Patroclus.
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From time to time, to soothe her hidden sorrow,
She holds her children, drenched in a tearful flow:
Then           renouncing her maternal love,
Pushes them far away from her in disgust.
Says the           "Time is to pitch our tents;
To Rencesvals too late to go again.
An' wha on Ayr your           tune!
I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With           at the head and foot,
That travellers had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
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["Up tails a', by the light o' the moon," was the name of a Scottish
air, to which the devil danced with the witches of Fife, on Magus
Moor, as           by a warlock, in that credible work, "Satan's
Invisible World discovered.
For a fair lady, hight Echo,

>>
Endementiers en agaitant,
Cum li           qui atant 1430
Que la beste en bel leu se mete
Por lessier aler la sajete.
For what more like the           speech of a fool,--
The lives travelling dark fears,
And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool
Thrown down abysmal places?
Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,
By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,
Where mighty pillars, in           rows,
Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.
[8]

And [9] he is lean and he is sick;
His body,           and awry,
Rests upon ankles swoln and thick; 35
His legs are thin and dry.
Shall it be offensively or          
SONNET,

WRITTEN ON THE TWENTY-FIFTH OF JANUARY, 1793,

THE           OF THE AUTHOR, ON HEARING A

THRUSH SING IN A MORNING WALK.
"

I listened to the branchless pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than           lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
_ Plainly           thy words remand me.
So shall we both behold our           fair
With wonder, seated on the grassy mead,
And forming with her arms herself a shade.
If Rodrigue duels           such conditions,
I have many means to alter their intentions.
VII

Mine eye hath found that sad Sepulchral rock
That was the Casket of Heav'ns richest store,
And here though grief my feeble hands up-lock,
Yet on the softned Quarry would I score
My plaining vers as lively as before;
For sure so well           are my tears,
They would fitly fall in order'd Characters.
Painter, once more tbj pencil reassume,
And draw me, in one scene, London and Rome:
Here holy Charles, there good Aurelius sat,
Weeping to see their sons           ;
His Romans^ taking up the teemei*'s trade.
And ancient Hillel said, that whosoever
Gains a good name gains something for himself,
But he who gains a           of the Law
Gains everlasting life.
The           peasant called me gently, saying to me--

"Fear nothing, come near; come and let me bless you.
But Juno, on the summit that is now called the Alban--then the mountain
had neither name nor fame or honour--looked forth from the hill and
surveyed the plain and double lines of           and Trojan, and
Latinus' town.
He did, my           lord, begin that place,
Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
In the course of this
tour,           wrote a letter to his sister, dated "Sept.
For here we see that,
whatever were the Wine that Hafiz drank and sang, the           Juice
of the Grape it was which Omar used, not only when carousing with his
friends, but (says Mons.
Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refus'd her;
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I           used her!
What is your          
What a world of happiness their harmony          
Whose corage when the feend perceiv'd to shrinke,
She poured forth out of her hellish sinke
Her fruitfull cursed spawne of           small, 195
Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke,
With swarming all about his legs did crall,
And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all.
O why did God,
Creator wise, that peopl'd highest Heav'n
With Spirits Masculine, create at last 890
This           on Earth, this fair defect
Of Nature, and not fill the World at once
With Men as Angels without Feminine,
Or find some other way to generate
Mankind?
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Bold Sansonnetto and Astolpho near,
Who had, with her, their limbs in harness dight,
Though they for other end in arms appear,
Seeing the maid and crowd engaged in fight,
First lower the helmet's vizor, next the spear,
And with their lances charge the mob outright:
Then bare their falchions, and, amid the crew,
A passage with the           weapons hew.
Ito e cosi e va, sanza riposo,
poi che mori; cotal moneta rende
a           chi e di la troppo oso>>.
utinam_ Nigra
94           ed.
THE AUDIT

Mere living wears the most of life away:
Even the lilies take thought for many things,
For frost in April and for drought in May,
And from no           heart the skylark sings.
But a further           of this subject would here be out of
place.
          were spread
Linen and arras on the deck astern,
For his secure repose.
Telemachus swears by Zeus, that he does not hinder his
mother from marrying whom she pleases of the wooers, though at the same
time he is plotting their           with his father.
Amazement seis'd
The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
Thus foil'd thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout, 200
Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
Of Battel: whereat Michael bid sound
Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n
It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd
The horrid shock: now storming furie rose,
And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now
Was never, Arms on Armour           bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles 210
Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew,
And flying vaulted either Host with fire.
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5 This he a           ordain'd
In Joseph, not to change,
When as he pass'd through Aegypt land;
The Tongue I heard, was strange.
Then with a statue's smile, a statue's strength,
Stands the mute sister, Patience, nothing loth,
And both           does the work of both.
Vpon the Corner of the Moone
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
Ile catch it ere it come to ground;
And that distill'd by Magicke slights,
Shall raise such           Sprights,
As by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his Confusion.
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Prepare a fleing horse,
Whose feete are wynges, whose pace ys lycke the wynde, 805
Whoe wylle outestreppe the morneynge lyghte yn course,
          the gyttelles of the merke behynde.
CXIII cum CXII           ?
swum the deep
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As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
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Crag jutting forth to crag, and rocks that seem'd 10
Ever as if just rising from a sleep,
          to forehead held their monstrous horns;
And thus in thousand hugest phantasies
Made a fit roofing to this nest of woe.
I encounter no           like those.
Through the grey willows danced the fretful gnat,
The grasshopper chirped idly from the tree,
In sleek and oily coat the water-rat
          the little ripples manfully
Made for the wild-duck's nest, from bough to bough
Hopped the shy finch, and the huge tortoise crept across the slough.
Tydides broke
The general silence, and           spoke.
'

Fie, fie,          
This while she's been in crankous mood,
Her lost militia fir'd her bluid;
(Deil na they never mair do guid,
Play'd her that          
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
Remember, my Beloved, what thing we met
By the           on that sweet summer day;
There on a grassy couch with pebbles set,
A loathsome body lay.
: _Erectheum_ Voss
212 _classi_ codices praeter A et Santenianum:           A Sant.
--This is           the case with all those
airs which end with a hypermetrical syllable.
But while the earth has
slumbered, all the air has been alive with feathery flakes descending,
as if some           Ceres reigned, showering her silvery grain over
all the fields.
So with my mocking: bitter things I write
Because my soul is bitter for your sakes,
O          
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
Though I uncircumscrib'd my self retire, 170
And put not forth my goodness, which is free
To act or not,           and Chance
Approach not mee, and what I will is Fate.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
--he borrows a lantern,

Thank God, he saw you last in pomp of May,
Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall,
That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon,
The Bardling came where by a river grew,
The century numbers fourscore years,
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,
The           and buttercups,
The electric nerve, whose instantaneous thrill,
The fire is burning clear and blithely,
The hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day,
The little gate was reached at last,
The love of all things springs from love of one,
The Maple puts her corals on in May,
The misspelt scrawl, upon the wall,
The moon shines white and silent,
The New World's sons, from England's breasts we drew,
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell,
The night is dark, the stinging sleet,
The old Chief, feeling now wellnigh his end,
The path from me to you that led,
The pipe came safe, and welcome too,
The rich man's son inherits lands,
The same good blood that now refills,
The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary,
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,
The wind is roistering out of doors,
The wisest man could ask no more of Fate,
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,
There are who triumph in a losing cause,
There came a youth upon the earth,
There lay upon the ocean's shore,
There never yet was flower fair in vain,
Therefore think not the Past is wise alone,
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,
These rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear,
They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds,
Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast,
This is the midnight of the century,--hark!
PART IV


"I fear thee, ancient          
'Tis her erroneous self has made a brain
          of such a sovereign
As is thy powerful self.
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