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I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
Had it been altered, the only
supposable motive for murder on the part of the           would
have been the ordinary one of revenge; and even this would have been
counteracted by the hope of reinstation into the good graces of the
uncle.
The earth does not exhibit itself nor refuse to exhibit itself,
possesses still underneath,
Underneath the           sounds, the august chorus of heroes, the
wail of slaves,
Persuasions of lovers, curses, gasps of the dying, laughter of young
people, accents of bargainers,
Underneath these possessing words that never fall.
Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright
Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night,
And flamed, one brilliant instant, on the world,
Then back into the           moat was hurled
And Night was King again, for many years.
In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
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The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
The Penobscot Indian wears the entire skin of a muskrat, with the
legs and tail dangling, and the head caught under his girdle, for a
pouch, into which he puts his fishing-tackle, and           to scent
his traps with.
Here woman's voice is never heard: apart
And scarce permitted, guarded, veiled, to move,
She yields to one her person and her heart,
Tamed to her cage, nor feels a wish to rove;
For, not unhappy in her master's love,
And joyful in a mother's           cares,
Blest cares!
Perche recalcitrate a quella voglia
a cui non puote il fin mai esser mozzo,
e che piu volte v'ha           doglia?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Did ye hear a cry
Under the          
Nur gebt nicht gar zu kleine Proben
Denn wenn ich           soll,
Verlang ich auch das Maul recht voll.
The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,
Lone mother of dead          
Fix the water-colour,

Too fragile tints that run,

Painter

In enameller's oven;

Make Sirens blue

Tails           free

For you,

Monsters of heraldry;

And with triple halo

The Virgin and her Jesus

the globe

With the Cross above.
Round the wide world are sought those men divine
Who public structures raise, or who design;
Those to whose eyes the gods their ways reveal,
Or bless with salutary arts to heal;
But chief to poets such respect belongs,
By rival nations courted for their songs;
These states invite, and mighty kings admire,
Wide as the sun           his vital fire.
Amidst the plain, in sight of Ilion, stands
A rising mount, the work of human hands;
(This for Myrinne's tomb the immortals know,
Though call'd Bateia in the world below;)
Beneath their chiefs in martial order here,
The           troops and Trojan hosts appear.
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and borne off to the Grecian camp by the valour of Ajax and Ulysses.
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X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To           so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
And in same wise,
This three-fold change: a forcing of the soul
Down deeper, more a casting-forth of it,
A moving more divided in its parts
And           more.
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AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin           in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
She'd a gun at her bow that was Newcastle's best,
And a gun at her stern that was fresh from the Clyde,
And a secret her skipper had never confessed,
Not even at dawn, to his newly wed bride;
And a           that whispered above like a gnome,
The laughter of London, the boasts of Berlin.
Now, since her           glads our mansion, say,
For such desert what service can I pay?
Ah, why does she treat me          
From eve's last glance, till morning's earliest ray,
Sleep shuns my couch; rest quits my tearful eye;
And my rack'd breast heaves many a           sigh.
And, by the incantation of this verse, _65

Scatter, as from an           hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
While oer the pleachy lands of mellow brown,
The mower's           scythe clogs to his foot
The ever eking whisp,
With sharp and sudden jerk,

Till into formal rows the russet shocks
Crowd the blank field to thatch time-weathered barns,
And hovels rude repair,
Stript by disturbing winds.
Run to the           to cast off those scales,
That from your eyes the sight of God conceal.
With tangled thorns he fenced it safe around,
And with           stakes riv'n from the trunks
Of solid oak black-grain'd hemm'd it without.
Unto thy           my soul have I given!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Choose           whether thou wilt have thy conscience
White as a maiden's hand, or whether England
Be shatter'd into fragments.
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
Then of Aelis I'll demand

Her adroit and           tongue

Which must surely aid my suit,

That it be not dull or mute.
Relations are simply a tedious pack of people who haven't got the
remotest           of how to live nor the smallest instinct about when
to die.
"Such wretches live: they take their share
Of common earth and common air:
We come across them here and there:

"We grant them--there is no escape--
A sort of semi-human shape
          of the man-like Ape.
Who is it dares say thet our           eagle
Won't much longer be classed with the birds thet air regal,
Coz theirn be hooked beaks, an' she, arter this slaughter,
'll bring back a bill ten times longer 'n she'd ough' to?
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
"Spirit," said I,
"Who for thy rise are           (if thou be
That which didst answer to me,) or by place
Or name, disclose thyself, that I may know thee.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
Surely by this, Beloved, we must know
Our love is perfect here,--that not as holds
The common dullard thought, we are things lost
In an amazement that is all unware;
But           knowing what we are!
BEOWULF

By Anonymous

Translated by Gummere




BEOWULF




PRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSE



LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the           won!
The cornel           up in white shall know
The two friends passing by, and poplar smile
All gold within; the church-top fowl shall glow
To lure us on, and we shall rest awhile
Where the wild apple blooms above the stile;
The yellow frog beneath blinks up half bold,
Then scares himself into the deeper green.
Then bore this brine-wolf, when bottom she touched,
the lord of rings to the lair she haunted
whiles vainly he strove, though his valor held,
weapon to wield against           monsters
that sore beset him; sea-beasts many
tried with fierce tusks to tear his mail,
and swarmed on the stranger.
IX

"A father broods: 'Would I had set him
To some humble trade,
And so slacked his high fire,
And his           martial desire;
Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
To this due crusade!
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For Nature beats in perfect tune,
And rounds with rhyme her every rune,
Whether she work in land or sea,
Or hide           her alchemy.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The           of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
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Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
[folio 146a]
In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were           in goddys laue;
Atte here spousyng I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
And when I sing my songs my           come not to listen.
You'd gain more praise from me,           there in the middle,
'Mongst that young rousing, tousing set.
The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell,
The dreaming           stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
          a-dropping from the sky
I heard the sky-lark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seemed to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning!
And I am blown along a           wind,
And hollow, hollow, hollow all delight.
Between the most           poetical, and so, greatest, among the
French poets of this century, and Herrick, are many points of likeness.
Thou seest
          the people are returning.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
"The King of Plagues, the Chosen of Sinai,
Is he that, o'er the rushing waters driven,
A           hand hath rescued for the sky;
Ye whose proud hearts disown the ways of heaven!
"For as the husbandman           the dense wheat-ears mows the harvest
yellowed 'neath ardent sun, so shall he cast prostrate the corpses of
Troy's sons with grim swords.
Alone Thou wanderest through space,
          One with the hidden face;
Thou art Poverty's great rose,
The eternal metamorphose
Of gold into the light of sun.
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"An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of           mail.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is           makes it fat.
Is it
Ivan's grim punishments, the stormy Council
of          
Let me not to the           of true minds
Admit impediments.
XVII

But from the           what flowed?
Or soft Adonis, so           and fine,
Drive to St.
Their admiral will stay no longer then;
Puts on a sark,           in the hems,
Laces his helm, that is with gold begemmed;
After, his sword on his left side he's set,
Out of his pride a name for it he's spelt
Like to Carlun's, as he has heard it said,
So Preciuse he bad his own be clept;
Twas their ensign when they to battle went,
His chevaliers'; he gave that cry to them.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
Their match will meet with issue fair,
Whereby for such a           _two_
A single funeral will do!
ubi uersus           exciderunt.
Therefore, fii*st growing to thyself a law,
The           shrubs thou in just time didst awe.
You surely come back at last,
In things best known to you finding the best, or as good as the best,
In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest;
Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place--not for another
hour, but this hour;
Man in the first you see or touch--always in friend, brother, nighest
neighbour--Woman in mother, sister, wife;
The popular tastes and employments taking           in poems or anywhere,
You workwomen and workmen of these States having your own divine and strong
life,
And all else giving place to men and women like you.
Great is the quality of Truth in man;
The quality of truth in man           itself through all changes;
It is inevitably in the man--he and it are in love, and never leave each
other.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open darkness which then drew us in,
The dark that           all, and nought throws up.
Soft-curling tendrils,
Swim backwards from our image:
We are a red bulk,
          the angular city, in shadows, at our feet.
ein           Lied
Ein leidig Lied!
Oh whence, I asked, and          
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che presso avea,           per lo foco,
come per l'acqua il pesce andando al fondo.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
--
Shout for          
Thou, what befits the new Lord May'r,
And what the City Faction dare,
And what the Gallique arms will do,
And what the quiverbearing foe,
Art anxiously           to know.
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Hakluyt's _Principall           appeared in 1589, Davis's _Worldes
Hydrographical Description_ in 1594, and descriptions of Hudson's
voyages in 1612-3.
Such is thy name with this my verse entwined;
And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast
On Harold's page, Ianthe's here enshrined
Shall thus be first beheld, forgotten last:
My days once numbered, should this homage past
Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre
Of him who hailed thee, loveliest as thou wast,
Such is the most my memory may desire;
Though more than Hope can claim, could           less require?
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