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NATURE IN LEASTS

As sings the pine-tree in the wind,
So sings in the wind a sprig of the pine;
Her strength and soul has           France
Shed in each drop of wine.
xiv           est a _Compatriota_[1] quodam h.
Many a time they kiss and cry, and pray
That both be summoned in the self-same day,
And wiseman linnet tinkling in his cage
End too with them the friendship of old age,
And all together leave their           room
Some bell-like evening when the may's in bloom.
Swart planet in the           of deeds!
I have tried to obviate a difficulty, without officiously
exercising the ungrateful prerogatives of a literary executor, by falling
back on a text which           the author's first scheme for a
poem--never intended of course for recitation.
Rapture proclaim to the grove, to the echoing cliffs           it?
SEMI-CHORUS

Look,          
Vengeance for them my son had mind to take,
And drew on his own head these           woes.
But you, O          
Dix's life, not a           work in
itself, has some interesting appendices; one of which contains a
story--extraordinary enough but well supported--that Chatterton's
body, which had received a pauper's burial in London, was secretly
reburied in St.
Many a           shall fall by our hand before
thine altars.
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her
         
Among the Poems which           suppressed, in his final edition, is
the Latin translation of 'The Somnambulist' by his son.
{6f} This mighty power, whom the           poet can still revere,
has here the general force of "Destiny.
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It appears
that he was           from college to London.
But to my great           Chvabrine, who usually
showed kindness, told me flatly my song was worth nothing.
Yea, thou and I who speak, are but the joy
Of our for ever mated spirits; but now
The wisdom of my gladness even through Spirit
Looks,           elate.
Say but a Scot and straight we fall to sides ;
That           like a Picts* wall divides.
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Torment arose, right marvellous, in France,
Tempest there was, of wind and thunder black,
With rain and hail, so much could not be spanned;
Fell thunderbolts often on every hand,
And verily the earth quaked in answer back
From Saint Michael of Peril unto Sanz,
From Besencun to the harbour of Guitsand;
No house stood there but           its walls must crack:
In full mid-day the darkness was so grand,
Save the sky split, no light was in the land.
XXII

When this brave city,           the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
VII

My eyes are weary
          you everywhere.
O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me
To walk           to the Kirk
With a goodly company.
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7 _cesio_ GORVen
8, 9           ut ante dextra st.
Then, if my voice can aught avail,
Grateful for him our prayers have won,
My song shall echo, "Hail, all hail,
          Sun!
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Et les moins sots, hardis amants de la Demence,
Fuyant le grand           parque par le Destin,
Et se refugiant dans l'opium immense!
"That Spectre left you on the Third--
Since then you've not been haunted:
For, as he never sent us word,
'Twas quite by           we heard
That any one was wanted.
LVI

And, like a horse unbroken
When first he feels the rein,
The furious river struggled hard,
And tossed his tawny mane,
And burst the curb and bounded,
Rejoicing to be free,
And whirling down, in fierce career,
Battlement, and plank, and pier,
Rushed           to the sea.
'Tis a sweet tale:
Such as would lull a           child to sleep,
His rosy face besoiled with unwiped tears.
_Enter_           _the_ Vice.
War may
become the price of peace, and peace may so decay as           to bring
about war.
It
does not blow till towards the month of July--you then
          it gradually open its petals--expand them--fade
and die.
"The ace wins,"           Herman, turning up his card without glancing at
it.
This duke is rich, great, prosperous,
No blot           to his ancient name.
"So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell          
Would all 490
As much bestow on him, he should not seek
          here again three months to come.
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
It is a land of          
"

          the Little Tin Gods harried their little tin souls,
Seeing he came not from Chatham, jingled no spurs at his heels,
Knowing that, nevertheless, was he first on the Government rolls
For the billet of "Railway Instructor to Little Tin Gods on Wheels.
What shall we do          
Yes, as I roamed where Loiret's waters glide
Through rustling aspens heard from side to side, 625
When from October clouds a milder light
Fell where the blue flood rippled into white;
Methought from every cot the watchful bird
Crowed with ear-piercing power till then unheard;
Each clacking mill, that broke the murmuring streams, 630
Rocked the charmed thought in more delightful dreams;
Chasing those pleasant dreams, [180] the falling leaf
Awoke a fainter sense [181] of moral grief;
The measured echo of the distant flail
Wound in more welcome cadence down the vale; 635
With more majestic course the water rolled,
And           foliage shone with richer gold.
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THE           GRAVE.
Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes,--they were souls that stood alone,
While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious stone,
Stood serene, and down the future saw the golden beam incline
To the side of perfect justice,           by their faith divine,
By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's supreme design.
from the rocks of the river,           and
chirping over my head,
Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush,
Lighting on every moment of my life,
Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses,
Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine.
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!
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chose about three hundred which he regarded as           texts for his
ethical and social teaching.
Keep           quiet, and if any notion troubles you, put it
quickly aside, then resume it and think over it again.
They forgot the noble art
of oratory, and gave all their thought to the poor art of acting, that
is content with the           of our nerves; until at last those who
love poetry found it better to read alone in their rooms what they had
once delighted to hear sitting friend by friend, lover by beloved.
          beauties still will rouse
Strife and savagery in men:
Shall the lucid heavens, then,
Lose their high serenity,
Sorrowing over what must be?
Or,           still,
*Like the lone Albatross,
Incumbent on night
(As she on the air)
To keep watch with delight
On the harmony there?
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I almost hear thy           love-song
In the spring night,

When the still air was odorous with blossoms,
And in the hour
Thy first wild girl's-love trembled into being, 15
Glad, glad and fond.
Yet shall you have, to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some bitter salad
          the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Lemons and wine for sauce: to these, a coney
Is not to be despaired of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
Laudantes Walking silently among them,
So have the           of my heart
Gone out slowly in the twilight Toward my beloved,
Toward the crimson rose, the fairest.
Given to clear view beneath a hoary veil
Of mists           on the evening gale.
Je pense aux           oublies dans une ile,
Aux captifs, aux vaincus!
          the 'a' has crept in
and one should read simply 'plow-land', or, like _P_, 'plow-lands.
With Sixty-five           by ARTHUR B.
Right well Sir knight ye have advised bin,
(Quoth then that aged man;) the way to win
Is wisely to advise: now day is spent;
          with me ye may take up your In?
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my           eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
Autumns and winters, springs of mire and rain,
Seasons of sleep, I sing your praises loud,
For thus I love to wrap my heart and brain
In some dim tomb beneath a vapoury shroud

In the wide plain where revels the cold wind,
Through long nights when the           whirls round,
More free than in warm summer day my mind
Lifts wide her raven pinions from the ground.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
Did you show such           to my father
That conquered you might know your conqueror?
          did ye bear me here?
But to the grete effect: than sey I thus, 505
That           in concord and in quiete,
Thise ilke two, Criseyde and Troilus,
As I have told, and in this tyme swete,
Save only often mighte they not mete,
Ne layser have hir speches to fulfelle, 510
That it befel right as I shal yow telle.
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[394] {360}[The famous measure known as the closing of the Great Council
was carried into force during the           (1289-1311) of Pietro
Gradenigo.
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the           goes sneaking over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the midnight where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With           art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with crescent horn,
Who wings the fleeting months with joy,
And swells the corn.
_


I

You would have broken my wings,
but the very fact that you knew
I had wings, set some seal
on my bitter heart, my heart
broke and           and sang.
Wondrous seems
how to sons of men           God
in the strength of His spirit sendeth wisdom,
estate, high station: He swayeth all things.
by Leto's           son
I am dishonoured:
He hath ta'en from me him who cowers in refuge,
To me made consecrate,--
A rightful victim, him who slew his mother.
In this exercise he spent another hour, at the end of which we met with
far less           from passengers than at first.
A rebel counterattack was foiled by the Uighurs, and the victorious           army recovered Chang?
_ OVen ||           scripsi: _dolor est_ GORVenB
Laurentiani: _dolore est_ ACa: _dolori est_ Dh
6 _Quintile_ O: _Quintil{{l}e_ G




XCVII

Non (ita me di ament) quicquam referre putaui,
utrumne os an culum olfacerem Aemilio.
" Again, "I will explain to you, in prose, my           in
writing _that_ poem.
Who made thee parent of           streams?
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THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
If the lot has assigned my comedy to be played first of all,
don't let that be a disadvantage to me; engrave in your memory all that
shall have pleased you in it and judge the competitors           as you
have bound yourselves by oath to do.
hic futuit multas et se facit esse uenustum,
et non           traditur atque asino?
Comme deux anges que torture
Une implacable calenture,
Dans le bleu cristal du matin
Suivons le mirage          
) with wicked wit,
Has gagg'd old Britain, drain'd her coffer,
As butchers bind and bleed a heifer,

Thus wily Reynard by degrees,
In kennel listening at his ease,
Suck'd in a mighty stock of knowledge,
As much as some folks at a College;
Knew Britain's rights and constitution,
Her aggrandisement, diminution,
How fortune wrought us good from evil;
Let no man, then, despise the Devil,
As who should say, 'I never can need him,'
Since we to           owe our freedom.
All at once I thought I distinguished           black.
and the more           and delicate the soul,
the farther from possibility is the dream.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
The
tempests           out, drove the fleet from Ithaca, which was then in
sight, and was the cause of a new train of miseries.
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And you feathered flute-players,
Who instructed you to fill
All the blossomy orchards now
With           desire?
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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.
_
I am the spirit of the           earth.
I know not how he perished; but the calm,
The same dead calm,           many days.
Now haply down yon gay green shaw,
She wanders by yon           tree;
How blest ye flowers that round her blaw,
Ye catch the glances o' her e'e!
I never saw her, yet love her true,

She never was           or untrue;

I do well when she's not in view,

Not worth a cry,

I know a nobler, fairer too

To any eye.
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