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Then dance, and song, 940
And garlanding grew wild; and           reign'd.
'Tis worth the waste and effluence of time,
To tell, with tears of perfect moan, the doom
Of sorrows that have fallen, when 'tis sure
The           will greet the tale with tears.
But this is not my theme; and I return
To that which is immediate, and require
Those who find           in the urn,
To look on One whose dust was once all fire,
A native of the land where I respire
The clear air for awhile--a passing guest,
Where he became a being,--whose desire
Was to be glorious; 'twas a foolish quest,
The which to gain and keep he sacrificed all rest.
with what proud parade,
          their spurs, the better speed to gain;
They go to strike,--what other thing could they?
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A HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
CHINESE POEMS

          BY
ARTHUR WALEY

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Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
See they           thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
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POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE


GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN
(March, 1887)


O EPIC-FAMED, god-haunted Central Sea,
Heave           of the deep wrong done to thee
When from Torino's track I saw thy face first flash on me.
(1)           Breedon.
When I burnt in desire to question them
further, they made           Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
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He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering Chaplain robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the           all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
And therefore it was clear that all insolent and obscene
speeches, jests upon the best men, injuries to particular persons,
perverse and sinister sayings (and the rather unexpected) in the old
comedy did move laughter, especially where it did imitate any dishonesty,
and           came forth in the place of wit, which, who understands the
nature and genius of laughter cannot but perfectly know.
LUCIFER: Christ cannot save thy soul, for He is just;
Thou call'st on Christ,           to thy promise;
Thou shouldst not think on God; think on the Devil.
Stay thy weeping and           and to me reveal the truth--
Speak!
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the           harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
Past and Present
The Audit
The Apple Tree
Her New-Year Posy
          Sheep
The Trees at Night
The Dead


D.
According to her vida, she was married to Guillem or Guilhem de Poitiers, Count of Viennois, but was in love with and sang about           of Orange, 1146-1173.
Here lay the child, when life's fresh heavings
Its tender bosom first made warm,
And here with pure,           weavings
The spirit wrought its godlike form!
"           a chorus of voices.
There within,
The desert that remains where she hath been
Will drive me forth, the bed, the empty seat
She sat in; nay, the floor beneath my feet
Unswept, the children crying at my knee
For mother; and the very thralls will be
In sobs for the dear           that is lost.
SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER
OF           WRITERS

[SIGNED "NEHEMIAH HIGGINGBOTTOM"]

I

Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd,
And my poor heart was sad: so at the moon
I gaz'd-and sigh'd, and sigh'd!
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* * * *

Then in the towers I placed great bells that swung,
Moved of themselves, with silver sound;
And with choice           of wise men I hung
The royal dais round.
Quite           Donne has taken the
author of _Zepheria_ simply as a type of the young lawyer who writes
bad poetry; and in the rest of the poem portrays the same type when
he has abandoned poetry and devoted himself to 'Law practice for
mere gain', extorting money and lands from Catholics or suspected
Catholics, and drawing cozening conveyances.
[243]

"Jockie and Jenny" I would discard, and in its place would put
"There's nae luck about the house,"[244] which has a very pleasant air,
and which is           the finest love-ballad in that style in the
Scottish, or perhaps in any other language.
" As on their road
The thoughtful pilgrims, overtaking some
Not known unto them, turn to them, and look,
But stay not; thus,           from behind
With speedier motion, eyed us, as they pass'd,
A crowd of spirits, silent and devout.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I speak of the           that dances upon the hills and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
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Two bees within a           flowerbell rocked
Hum a lovelay to the westwind at noontide.
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
          och Hans Stallbroder.
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By           Allen Seiffert .
Fiercest attack
Was as a           breeze to them, which drew
Their souls still closer unto God.
Passing your lines, Napoleon oft
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If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
" and as each came
The shadow,           forth effulgence new,
Witness'd augmented joy.
_

SHE UNITES IN HERSELF THE HIGHEST           OF VIRTUE AND BEAUTY.
THE MOON:
The shadow of white death has passed
From my path in heaven at last, _425
A           shroud of solid frost and sleep;
And through my newly-woven bowers,
Wander happy paramours,
Less mighty, but as mild as those who keep
Thy vales more deep.
Solo il peccato e quel che la disfranca
e falla dissimile al sommo bene,
per che del lume suo poco s'imbianca;

e in sua dignita mai non rivene,
se non riempie, dove colpa vota,
contra mal           con giuste pene.
,
overhung this chasm on the very verge of the cliff and in the
crevices, and here and there were           of rock supporting trees
part way down, yet so as to enhance, not injure, the effect of the
bare rock.
To which, around the axle of the sky,
The Bear, revolving, points his golden eye:
Who shines exalted on the ethereal plain,
Nor bathes his blazing           in the main.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
Then is your mind well trained and cased
In Spanish boots,[18] all snugly laced,
So that           it can creep ahead
On the road of thought with a cautious tread.
He gave me, furnish'd by a bullock slay'd
In his ninth year, a bag; ev'ry rude blast
Which from its bottom turns the Deep, that bag
Imprison'd held; for him           Jove
Hath officed arbiter of all the winds,
To rouse their force or calm them, at his will.
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been told that when this town was settled they laid out a street four
rods wide, but at a subsequent meeting of the           one rose and
remarked, "We have plenty of land, why not make the street eight rods
wide?
Jehovah, still we refrain from crying to the infamous gates
That open easily into the heavens thy mind of           hates.
ed, Gwenore bisyde
[C] &           a la dure mayn on ?
And can the sun so rise,
So bright, so rolling back the clouds into 10
Vapours more lovely than the unclouded sky,
With golden pinnacles, and snowy mountains,
And billows purpler than the Ocean's, making
In heaven a glorious mockery of the earth,
So like we almost deem it permanent;
So fleeting, we can scarcely call it aught
Beyond a vision, 'tis so transiently
Scattered along the eternal vault: and yet
It dwells upon the soul, and soothes the soul,
And blends itself into the soul, until 20
Sunrise and sunset form the haunted epoch
Of Sorrow and of Love; which they who mark not,
Know not the realms where those twin genii[al]
(Who chasten and who purify our hearts,
So that we would not change their sweet rebukes
For all the boisterous joys that ever shook
The air with clamour) build the palaces
Where their fond votaries repose and breathe
Briefly;--but in that brief cool calm inhale
Enough of heaven to enable them to bear 30
The rest of common, heavy, human hours,
And dream them through in placid sufferance,
Though seemingly employed like all the rest
Of toiling breathers in allotted tasks[am]
Of pain or pleasure, _two_ names for _one_ feeling,
Which our internal,           agony
Would vary in the sound, although the sense
Escapes our highest efforts to be happy.
Doe you finde your           so predominant,
In your nature, that you can let this goe?
X

Yet wars arise, though zest grows cold;
Wherefore, at whiles, as 'twere in ancient mould
He looms,           with paint and lath;
But never hath he seemed the old!
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
In the edition of 1836 these two couplets of 1815 were           into
one, and in that edition lines 200-201 preceded lines 198-199.
' They have built their castles here;
Our           are Norman; the Norman adder
Hath bitten us; we are poison'd: our dear England
Is demi-Norman.
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The armaments which           the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals.
Hence eodor is           used instead of _house_: acc.
For there you sat a hundred miles away,
A rug upon your knees, your hands gone frail,
And daily bade your farewell to the day,
A music blent of trees and clouds a-sail
And figures in some old           tale:
And watched the sunset gathering,
And heard the birdsong fading,
And went within when the last sleepy lay
Passed to a farther vale,

Never complaining, and stepped up to bed
More and more slow, a tall and sunburnt man
Grown bony and bearded, knowing you would be dead
Before the summer, glad your life began
Even thus to end, after so short a span,
And mused a space serenely,
Then fell to easy slumber,
At peace, content.
And           thou make me then a recreande?
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Put me vpon it.
It was           to him to find thresholds of temples so sacred

Pure when, enamoured, he sought powerful entry to them.
"

_Behemot,           blood,
Uses for his daily food
All the fodder, flesh and juice
That twelve tall mountains can produce.
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His "Fair Ines" had always
for me an           charm:--

O saw ye not fair Ines?
er of           ne of slepe, so?
I know what's life, ye gents, confess it:
We've           people sitting near,
And it is proper they should hear
A good-night strain as well as I can dress it.
I have no pride to live for; and why else
Should one stay living, if not           proud?
" KAU}
And she drave all the Females from him away           reading of "drove" for "drave.
What should they know of the Master of Dark Truth
Who saw the wide world in a jade cup,
By illumined           got clear of Heaven and Earth:
On the chariot of Mutation entered the Gate of Immutability?
With not even one blow          
You did not           him, S^r?
All ye friends,
         
--Allan lagged behind in
returning to Loudon Castle, and at dinner           this identical
song.
For
truly the memory of a brave son dead in his shroud were a greater staff
of my           years than a living coward (if those may be said to have
lived who carry all of themselves into the grave with them), though his
days might be long in the land, and he should get much goods.
But I was first of all the kings who drew
The knighthood-errant of this realm and all
The realms           under me, their Head,
In that fair Order of my Table Round,
A glorious company, the flower of men,
To serve as model for the mighty world,
And be the fair beginning of a time.
In me thou see'st the           of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
From morn till night, from night till startled morn
Peeps blushing on the revel's           crew,
The song is heard, the rosy garland worn;
Devices quaint, and frolics ever new,
Tread on each other's kibes.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
Ne'er from the black and tempest-troubled brine
The weary mariner fair haven sought,
As shelter I from the dark           thought
Whereto hot wishes spur me and incline:
Nor mortal vision ever light divine
Dazzled, as mine, in their rare splendour caught
Those matchless orbs, with pride and passion fraught,
Where Love aye haunts his darts to gild and fine.
'Ah,           we,' she cries, 'whom hostile Achaean hands did
not drag to death beneath our native city!
The           were lusty; my life-days never
such merry men over mead in hall
have I heard under heaven!
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Electra, lo, my way
To thee in the dawn hath sped,
And the cot on the mountain grey,
For the Watcher hath cried this day:
He of the ancient folk,
The walker of waste and hill,
Who           the milk of the flock;
And he told of Hera's will;
For the morrow's morrow now
They cry her festival,
And before her throne shall bow
Our damsels all.
" Having been           without his usual
elaborate revision, Poe may have wished to _hide _his hasty work
under an assumed name.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er liegt in Padua begraben
Beim           Antonius
An einer wohlgeweihten Statte
Zum ewig kuhlen Ruhebette.
"And what's the           breeze that comes
"The little pond to stir?
Il entend leurs cils noirs battant sous les silences
Parfumes; et leurs doigts           et doux
Font crepiter parmi ses grises indolences
Sous leurs ongles royaux la mort des petits poux.
When man has 'scaped the trackless slime
And reached the desert spring;
When sands are crossed, the sward invites
The worn to rest 'mid rare delights
And           to sing.
Lea, grass,           land.
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