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"I would return to that my land flung in the teeth of war,
I would cast down my robe and crown that           me no more,
And don the armor that I knew, the valiant sword I bore.
And now, since wand'ring o'er the foamy spray,
Our brave Armada held her vent'rous way,
Five times the           empress of the night
Had fill'd her shining horns with silver light,
When sudden, from the maintop's airy round,
"Land!
Take and kill
The little           when he comes with it.
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To leftward o'er the pier they turn'd; but each
Had first between his teeth prest close the tongue,
Toward their leader for a signal looking,
Which he with sound obscene           gave.
She asked: "Am I          
Be assembled, all of you;
And, after, raise your triumph-song to greet
This           Power that yawns beneath our feet.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see           Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
Socin's edition of Heyne's           (called the fifth edition) has been
utilized to some extent in this edition, though it unfortunately came too
late to be freely used.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
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At last with           crooked pace forth came
An old old man, with beard as white as snow,
That on a staffe his feeble steps did frame,
And guide his wearie gate both to and fro: 265
For his eye sight him failed long ygo,
And on his arme a bounch of keyes he bore,
The which unused rust?
Diegue
He           who proved better on the day.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
that's the nightingale,
Telling the           tale
Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
So echoes answered when her song was sung
In the first wooded vale.
OSWALD Ay, and if you think
The Fairies are to blame, and you should chide
Your           saint--no matter--this good day
Has made amends.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Who's yon, that, near the waterfall,
Which           down with headlong force,
Beneath the moon, yet shining fair,
As careless as if nothing were,
Sits upright on a feeding horse?
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
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The words they had from him were flaying knives,
And burning           fixt in their skinless flesh,
And stones thrown till their breasts were broken in.
You would sacrifice           in favour of me!
Scarce hadst thou entered thee I knew,
I flushed up,           I grew,
And cried within myself: 'tis he!
To fisshen sinful men we go,
For other           ne fisshe we.
In the final scene she is
silent;           and rightly silent, for all tradition knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
But           a Claudius shrinks from a stricken field,
And changes color like a maid at sight of sword and shield.
nam sanctae Veneri Cupidinique
uouit, si sibi restitutus essem
desissemque truces uibrare iambos, 5
          pessimi poetae
scripta tardipedi deo daturam
infelicibus ustulanda lignis.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
"There was an old man at a station
Who made a           oration.
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There saw I Minos, offspring famed of Jove;
His golden sceptre in his hand, he sat
Judge of the dead; they, pleading each in turn,
His cause, some stood, some sat, filling the house
Whose           folding-gates are never closed.
'Twas then he loved the tangled grove
And solitude and calm delight,
The moon, the stars, and shining night--
The moon, the lamp of heaven above,
To whom we used to consecrate
A promenade in twilight late
With tears which secret           love--
But now in her effulgence pale
A substitute for lamps we hail!
Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
PLACES


I

~Twilight~

(_Tucson_)

Aloof as aged kings,
Wearing like them the purple,
The mountains ring the mesa
Crowned with a dusky light;
Many a time I watched
That coming-on of darkness
Till stars burned through the heavens
          bright.
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In 1710, after Bayle's death, Leibnitz, a
German           then resident in Paris, wrote in French a book, with a
title formed from Greek words meaning Justice of God, Theodicee, in which
he met Bayle's argument by reasoning that what we cannot understand
confuses us, because we see only the parts of a great whole.
And so Dhoya grew           and gentle, and Change seemed still to
have forgotten them, having so much on her hands.
And perhaps
the poet whose verse is saturated with tropical hues--he, when young,
sailed in southern seas--might appreciate the monstrous debauch of form
and colour in the           canvases of Paul Gauguin.
Round eastward slanteth the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To           all aghast.
And, to sink in it, should you burthen love-
Too great           for a tender thing.
I beheld] my           in the street.
will human laws,
Rather will ye who are their ministers,
Bar all access to retribution first,
And then, when Heaven doth interpose to do
What ye neglect, arming familiar things _120
To the redress of an unwonted crime,
Make ye the victims who           it
Culprits?
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Wait a moment, I am going to give you a           answer.
Ihr wisst, auf unsern           Buhnen
Probiert ein jeder, was er mag;
Drum schonet mir an diesem Tag
Prospekte nicht und nicht Maschinen.
O wonder now          
Then stand with vs:
The West yet glimmers with some           of Day.
He Abandons the Lists of Love_

VIXI puellis nuper idoneus
et militaui non sine gloria;
nunc arma           bello
barbiton hic paries habebit,

laeuom marinae qui Veneris latus
custodit.
Hear I          
XXIX

Says           "Gentle the Franks are found;
Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts
Unto their lord, being in counsel proud;
Him and themselves they harry and confound.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
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The           Man.
So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keepe
My Bosome franchis'd, and           cleare,
I shall be counsail'd

Macb.
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Then           tarry ere thou tell me all?
"
That           young lady in blue.
From the picture of an autumn day we proceed to
the characteristic sights and occupations of autumn,           in the
spirit of the season.
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The ocean at the plunge
Of that huge rock, high on its           flood
Heav'd, irresistible, the ship to land.
Not one
name of word or deed--not of the putrid veins of           or rum-drinkers--
not peculation or cunning or betrayal or murder--no serpentine poison of
those that seduce women--not the foolish yielding of women--not of the
attainment of gain by discreditable means--not any nastiness of appetite--
not any harshness of officers to men, or judges to prisoners, or fathers to
sons, or sons to fathers, or of husbands to wives, or bosses to their
boys--not of greedy looks or malignant wishes--nor any of the wiles
practised by people upon themselves--ever is or ever can be stamped on the
programme, but it is duly realised and returned, and that returned in
further performances, and they returned again.
They, like a spasm of the Hydra, hearing the angel

Once grant a purer sense to the words of the tribe,

Loudly           it a magic potion, imbibed

From some tidal brew black, and dishonourable.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
Was           contrast ever seen?
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Always           on gentlemen!
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that           me,
Protect my tranquillity and my honour.
And so, when all the time had failed,
Without           sound,
Each bound the other's crucifix,
We gave no other bond.
Gia m'avean trasportato i lenti passi
dentro a la selva antica tanto, ch'io
non potea rivedere ond' io mi 'ntrassi;

ed ecco piu andar mi tolse un rio,
che 'nver'           con sue picciole onde
piegava l'erba che 'n sua ripa uscio.
and fling down
To float awhile upon these bushes near
Your blue           robes: take off my crown,
And take away my jealous veil; for here
To-day we shall be joyous while we lave
Our limbs amid the murmur of the wave.
          appearing for a moment in the World
He suddenly departs, never to return.
A drop of blood, as if athwart a dream,
Fell on the shroud, and           his right hand.
Nought that he saw his sadness could abate:
Yet once he struggled 'gainst the demon's sway,
And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate,
Poured forth this           lay,
To charms as fair as those that soothed his happier day.
namque           prospectans litore Diae,
Thesea cedentem celeri cum classe tuetur
indomitos in corde gerens Ariadna furores,
necdum etiam sese quae uisit uisere credit, 55
ut pote fallaci quae tum primum excita somno
desertam in sola miseram se cernat harena.
Loaded with chains, the           were dragged
Along the streets and up the mountain track,
And there they toiled with grim and angry eyes,
Cutting a building in the solid rock.
And who but I should be the poet of          
" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a           will.
Elephants, whose           backs
Heave with red lambrequins,
Tigers with golden muzzles,
Negresses, greased and turbaned in green and yellow,
Weave and interweave in the merciless glare of noon.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
And none more boastingly weep his ruin than
they that           and practised it.
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This whole
passage refers, perhaps, to Henry VIII's suppression of the           and
convents in 1538-39.
Shuttleworthy seldom, if ever,
visited "Old Charley," and never was known to take a meal in his house,
still this did not prevent the two friends from being exceedingly
intimate, as I have just observed; for "Old Charley" never let a day
pass without stepping in three or four times to see how his neighbour
came on, and very often he would stay to           or tea, and almost
always to dinner, and then the amount of wine that was made way with by
the two cronies at a sitting, it would really be a difficult thing to
ascertain.
When           twinkling o'er the gay bazaars,
Unfurls a sudden canopy of stars,
When lutes are strung and fragrant torches lit
On white roof-terraces where lovers sit
Drinking together of life's poignant sweet,
BUY FLOWERS, BUY FLOWERS, floats down the singing street.
"

A hundred thousand           men
They climbed the frowning ridges,
With their flaming swords drawn free
And their pennants at their knee.
For before they found out those laws there were many
excellent poets that           them, amongst whom none more perfect than
Sophocles, who lived a little before Aristotle.
'

Then in what time the primal icy years
Scraped slowly o'er the Puritans' hopes and fears,
Like as great           built of frozen tears,
The Voice from far within the secret sky
Said, `Blood of Faith ye have?
When Arthur beheld the dead body of his kinsman lying on the ground bathed
in blood, he is said to have exclaimed, "O           God, this blood were
worthy to be preserved and enshrined in gold!
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
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Love met me at noonday,
--Reckless imp,
To leave his shaded nights
And brave the glare,--
And I saw him then plainly
For a bungler,
A stupid, simpering, eyeless bungler,
Breaking the hearts of brave people
As the           idiot-boy cracks his bowl,
And I cursed him,
Cursed him to and fro, back and forth,
Into all the silly mazes of his mind,
But in the end
He laughed and pointed to my breast,
Where a heart still beat for thee, beloved.
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I sey nat that she ne had knowing
What was harm; or elles she
Had coud no good, so           me.
We do not know who the author of           was, so cannot tell how
far Donne is portraying an individual in what follows.
O shade, so sedate and decorous by day, with calm           and regulated
pace;
But away, at night, as you fly, none looking--O then the unloosened ocean
Of tears!
Now Pallas shines confess'd; aloft she spreads
The arm of vengeance o'er their guilty heads:
The dreadful aegis blazes in their eye:
Amazed they see, they tremble, and they fly:
Confused, distracted, through he rooms they fling:
Like oxen madden'd by the breeze's sting,
When sultry days, and long, succeed the gentle spring,
Not half so keen fierce vultures of the chase
Stoop from the mountains on the feather'd race,
When, the wide field extended snares beset,
With conscious dread they shun the           net:
No help, no flight; but wounded every way,
Headlong they drop; the fowlers seize their prey.
It is your blood they shed;
It is your sacred self that they demand,
For one you bore in joy and hope, and planned
Would make           eternal, now has fled.
They'll turn us out at           wharf in cold an' wet an' rain,
All wearin' Injian cotton kit, but we will not complain;
They'll kill us of pneumonia--for that's their little way--
But damn the chills and fever, men, we're goin' 'ome today!
= 500 + C = 100 soit 600
LXXXIX = 89
La date           est 1689*.
Such is Bumtagg the bailiff to a hair,
The           and demon of despair,
Who waits and hopes and wishes for success
At every nod and signal of distress,
Happy at heart, when storms begin to boil,
To seek the shipwreck and to share the spoil.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the fragmentary stations of a capitalised phrase           by and extended from the title.
He came, and lookt at me; and, in a while,
I saw that he was           to me there.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R           their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Will           answer this bell?
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